Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

What is this book about-thinking about it, and not listening to the urging of the companions: "What are you still doing? Come in quickly, who knows what weird things are hiding around?"

"Ah, I see." He paused and put the book in his arms. When he looked at his companion, the scenery in front of him had changed again. The irregular radial surface of the building seems to be melting, and a huge shadow creeps on the indescribable outline. It really makes people doubt what they saw. Fu Huo has been immune to these incredible landscape changes, but the fear is hard to stop. When he saw his companions walking into the building one by one, he only felt that they had walked into the body of some kind of monster. This made him wonder, is this really where the color center is located? Does Dr. Ander enter and leave such an unpleasant place every day? How did he withstand this pressure? Or is the scene he sees different from the scene at this time?

The shape of Dorothy is also incredible and indescribable, but the radioactive irregular structures and the huge visible shadows in front of them, combined with the mysterious feeling, are more intense and more terrifying. . It ’s hard to believe without a husband, that these companions are really not affected in any way. He is a killer, the psychological basis is definitely much stronger than those researchers who have been working in the laboratory for half of his life, but now it seems that the fright is only himself.

Not being a husband, I just feel that the world is becoming more inexplicable, which I haven't seen before, but now those who saved their companions are becoming inexplicable. It's like there is something that only you can see and feel behind the scenes. You are distorting everything that was originally normal, but instead turning the abnormal things into normal.

He had great expectations for meeting the color center, and he felt that it was a good thing to be found by these companions. Everyone worked together, maybe they could find a solution to the problem with the support of the color center. But now, he only feels that the prospect is more optimistic than he thought, no matter whether he has changed or these companions have changed, but there must be something that has created a deep gap between himself and these companions. . It does not lie in the gap of thought, but in the difference between observing things and cognizing things.

Don't be a husband is a little worried, once you walk into this building, more terrible things will happen, however, even if you are worried, there is no way to change. There is no reason for this in his mind: no matter what he does, he just pushes the situation in a worse direction, every change he wants to make, and every struggle struggling with the environment , Are adding bricks to some deeper collapses. He didn't want his thoughts to be so negative, but he couldn't stop the negative emotions that seemed to be subconscious.

"Come on, don't be a husband!" The companion summoned again in front.

Instead of clenching his teeth, he threw away the overgrown thoughts in his mind and walked towards his companion. Now he can only go one step at a time, he said so to himself.

The entrance of the building is also irregular, it doesn't look like a door at all, but to say what it looks like, you can't find a suitable description without doing anything. Even, the description of "entrance" is only in the sense of its inside and outside Rather than its specific shape. It is not an open entrance like a parking lot, nor a closed mouth door, not a round hole, nor an entrance that is either full of light or a black film like in the fantasy story. All the known shapes and forms that have the meaning of "entrance" are different, so at the beginning, they didn't even think it was an entrance, but just part of an irregular radioactive building.

I only saw the companion fish running through it, and then disappeared, so before, I felt that my own companions entered the monster's belly. When he walked in with his companion, his head seemed to be knocked hard with an invisible hammer, and he felt dizzy and his body was out of control. It seemed that he would fall after taking another step. But when he took the step, he didn't fall, but suddenly he was awake. Just one step away, the scene you see has changed dramatically.

A hall more in line with human aesthetics appeared in the field of vision. The staff ran back and forth, and the researchers could be seen everywhere grabbing their hair or maddening faces; Just standing in a daze. There was a middle-aged woman drooling next to her husband, like dementia, not knowing what to think. Although she is dressed as a researcher, she is more like a mental patient than a researcher. There is no conversation here, everyone seems to have many things to do and can only do it by themselves. The atmosphere these people bring to this space is uncoordinated, making it difficult for them to adapt to their work. It is completely different from the research team he has seen in the past-however, among these researchers, there are indeed many people they know.

Whether it is someone you know or someone you do n’t know, their mental attitudes show many similarities. Compared with the feeling when I saw them before, these people seem to have been changed inwards and become others with only familiar appearance.

Fu Zuo hid the uneasiness brought about by all these differences in his heart, without showing timidity on his face. The current atmosphere is so oppressive and stubborn. I also feel a dignity that is difficult to speak. It seems that as long as I speak by myself, it is a waste of time for myself and others.

The companion of the pig-nose mask that brought him back had gone to the corner. Like other companions, he took out some things from his body and remained in a huge uncovered storage box, just as casually as throwing garbage. I did not catch up and looked at the storage box carefully, but found that it was obviously not covered, but I could not see what was stored in it, and what other people threw into it, it seemed like I ignored it by myself, and when I realized that I wanted to observe, everyone was done. When it was his turn, he thought about it and tossed the book and cards together. However, he still did n’t see the whole process of falling items without a husband. This storage box is like a black hole, and it will be in a blink of an eye. I engulfed what I threw down.

The process cannot be observed, nor the result can be observed ... Faithlessly, according to the surprise in his heart, he follows the peer and enters the next process. All returning people seem to be "disinfected". They consciously walked into the single room that could only be seen when they walked to this place, and the appearance looked like a space temporarily built with tents and cardboard boxes. But it doesn't feel like a husband, it just feels that it is neither cloth nor paper, but something else. He also found a room for himself. When he walked in, he found that although the decoration inside was simple, it was all a style familiar to modern people. All the equipment knew how to use it at a glance.

The space is not big, but only he is using it, so it is not crowded. The use of all the equipment can be understood at a glance, and it seems that he is telling Bu Zuofu what he should do here-without Zuofu, he opens the pig nose mask and takes off his clothes. At this time, all the books and cards are dropped. I couldn't help but froze for a moment, didn't I already throw these things into that strange storage box?

"In the end it's ..." Not a husband just felt that everything in front of him was becoming more ridiculous.

But even if it is not a comfortable feeling, he can only accept everything in front of him, and he will still live here for a while. If it is completely shaken now, then, seeing the incredible, beyond imagination anomaly, will your spirit collapse? It is very clear to be a husband, that one must accept and adapt to all this. Both physical and mental adaptations must be adjusted in a short time.

Entering the bathing room without a husband, there are no special organs and installations, which are common shower heads. Every part is familiar, and there is no specific trademark for the styles commonly used in hospitals. It was not customary to rummage through all the corners and make sure that no abnormal clues were dropped before turning on the faucet to wash the body.

The cold water sprinkled on the body of the husband, so he suddenly cleared his mind. At this time, he seemed to hear something. He turned his head and saw that there was something shaking on the mirror on the wall of the side wall, but when he blinked, only his figure remained. When he observed his mirror image, he once again had an unnatural feeling-from the time he arrived at this place, this unnatural uncoordinated, as if there was something wrong, he had been entangled with him, so that he did not have the kind of relaxation a feeling of.

Obviously his companions are here, and he is indeed determined to pay his own efforts for research, but this feeling of difficulty in relaxing has always prevented him from integrating into this group. Without a husband, he patted his cheek vigorously, and the mirror also patted his cheek vigorously. He studied it carefully for a while, but he could n’t find any unusual details, but he still could n’t get rid of the bad feeling. He couldn't help but wonder if he had followed these companions to this new base and had done something wrong.

Is the color center really here? Or, is the color center really the one you think it is? After all, he had seen photos of the color system when he was a human, but he had never seen the "color system center". Occasionally in collaboration with Dr. Ande, when the data center is used to verify the data, the huge device that I see is actually just a container that houses the lcl and the interface to the color center. The lcl flows along the established track, and it seems to have undergone a complicated processing cycle. However, not many people know what this is for, just like Dr. Ander is afraid to reveal the secret.

I have n’t even doubted whether the "Face of Color" really exists, and how many people have seen the true face of "Face of Color" in this hospital.

Although I have seen "Doris" before, can I really use the "Doris" I saw to further imagine this more mysterious "color center"? In the past, it was considered possible to be a husband. The performance and origin of the two sides were so similar. Their structure and essence should not be too far apart. The similarity between the two should also be observed in a similar physical form. Show it. Now, no husband has doubts about this.

He wiped off the water stains on his body, but found that the clothes placed aside were not known when they were replaced by a blue patient suit that is common to patients with doomsday syndrome. He felt that this kind of clothing seemed to imply something that was unpleasant. The researchers who had seen it before did not wear this kind of patient clothes at all. Obviously, this new base was not embarrassed to the extent that even the clothes were lacking. But it is also possible that you think too much. Perhaps, your original clothes must go through safety procedures such as "disinfection" before they can be reused. This patient suit is just a temporary replacement. Moreover, now he has no way to refuse to wear this patient uniform unless he is unwilling to integrate into this group. It's no use just arguing about the clothing problem. He sighed and changed into the patient suit.

There were no more surprises afterwards. He picked up the inexplicable and dangerous book and the equally incomprehensible card and walked out of the room.

Without being a husband, he paused at the door for a while, and then he saw that the enthusiastic companion who had been explaining the situation for himself came out of the same room. After he took off the rough and simple pig nose mask, it was more than forty. Years old, calm and handsome middle-aged male. Although he did not know him, but the impression left by previous exchanges is not like this. I did n’t dare to step forward to recognize each other for a while, but the other party greeted heartily: “Do n’t make a husband, come here, I ’ll take you to get acquainted with this new base. Compared with here, the places we stayed before You will be satisfied with the pigsty. "

Don't be a husband, calm down a little bit ~ www.readwn.com ~ Try to make your expression more friendly. He walked over and pointed to the patient's suit, pretending to complain naturally: "I am not the patient being studied, but the person who is studying the patient."

"It's hard to say." The other party's answer is very straightforward: "Everyone here is a potential doomsday syndrome patient. We study patients, we study ourselves. Isn't it a taste to wear this clothes? But everyone here has to live This level. "

"You too?" Looked at the others around without doubt.

"Of course, this was originally decided by ourselves. It was originally proposed by a psychologist, and after being verified by the color center, it can theoretically reduce stress on the mental level."

"I think it will bring more psychological pressure. No one wants to be reminded that he is a patient?" Said Fu Zuofu.

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