Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The burning notebook is like releasing some kind of magic, making all the researchers who read the content one by one become irritable, and the researchers who were caught by the ankle fiercely kicked the head of the husband, but just put it almost The eyeballs of prostitutes kicked up. The whole face has been twisted without being a husband, but he has no resistance, but just swings with the kicking power of this person, like a corpse, except that the hand still firmly grasps the other's ankle. Behind the two, other researchers who had read Gao Chuan ’s diary could not hold back, and the groups rushed up, and when the researchers tried to stop them, the two sides fought and wrestled together.

The whole institute was in chaos. Someone tried to hide aside, but was quickly pulled out by those violent people. The more flaming the flames in Gao Chuan's diary, the more intense the indoor scene, screams, screams, and the screams that he can't hear at all, it makes people feel like **** on earth. The notebook that was originally used as the introduction of the conflict has gradually been forgotten by everyone. The two sides seem to simply fall into a urge to vent and defend themselves, and they cannot extricate themselves.

The equipment used for the experiment was used as a fighting weapon. Large and small bottles were grabbed and thrown away. I do n’t know what role the potion was flowing on the table and the ground, volatilized into the air, and emitted a burst. Complex and unpleasant smell. All the tools that can be picked up are the weapons of fighting, and the actions of the two sides are becoming more and more fierce. It is like forgetting the original intention of others and others gathering here, and forgetting that the other party was originally his own companion.

Everyone was beaten to the point of bloodshed, even more miserable, and even broke his hands and feet, but, for the time being, no deceased person has appeared, only the body of the unemployed was trampled like garbage in chaos, there is no sign of activity at all, there is no doubt There is no more intact place on his whole body, and his broken arm is even more bloody. The various emergency bandages he did before will not help.

The blood of the non-husband surrounds his body and is slowly stained outward, and the blood of other people is also sprinkled on the ground. As soon as he comes into contact with the blood of the non-husband, it seems to come alive and become a sinuous flow of blood . Many people only care about attacking others, or avoiding others' attacks, and rarely notice these bloodlines. No one seemed to realize that these blood lines spreading to the surrounding corners had outlined some abstract pictures on the ground. In the eyes of the two sides of the fight, the other party looked abominable, not only the face was twisted like a ghost, but even the spirit was already in an abnormal state.

Those who have read Gao Chuan's diary can hardly understand that these people who have not read Gao Chuan's diary actually burned the diary in this way. The other party's approach is like taking away their last hope.

People who have n’t read Gao Chuan ’s diary ca n’t understand what ’s in the notebook, even those who read it become like patients with doomsday syndrome. No, the other party is already an unreasonable patient with doomsday syndrome. Their In a few short sentences, his condition has already fallen ill. These colleague colleagues, both physically and mentally, are a group of manic and dangerous patients.

They each have reasons for opposition, and also have the belief to stick to their own ideas. What they can see is proving themselves right. They never lack the courage to struggle and the determination to confront. In order to bet on the last Hopefully, they only feel that they must be imprisoned or destroyed in order to get everything back on the right track. They all feel sober and think they know what they are doing. There is no reason to compromise now, just because the other party will not compromise, and they cannot make concessions because they have reached the bottom line of concessions.

Gao Chuan's diary is the symbol of that bottom line, the point of disagreement between the will and ideas of both parties. Gao Chuan ’s diary is still burning, and it looks like ordinary material, but it seems that it will never burn. Everyone here is either waiting for it to be burned, or trying to prevent it from being burned. However, before one of them extinguished the fire or recaptured the notes, the burning Gaochuan diary fell to the ground.

The blood lines are spreading, spreading, interweaving into a more complicated pattern, and enclosing the Gaochuan diary on the ground. The closer to the notebook, the more complicated and weird the lines are, and the more fluid the flow of blood lines is A weird vitality. The burning Gaochuan diary is like a finishing touch, placed in a strange pattern outlined by blood lines, and sometimes pushed by these blood flows, slowly reaching a central position.

That blazing fire and black smoke was not the most eye-catching target in the chaos. At the time when the fight was the most dangerous and tragic, most people ’s minds had to be placed on trying to kill their opponents, but at this moment, when the burning Gaochuan Diary reached the center of the bloodline pattern, its sense of presence It swept through everyone's hearts like a storm.

It seems to have an invisible coercive force, which suppresses the increasingly fierce battle. The cruel and chaotic hustle and bustle suddenly stopped at this moment, without any process of falling back, just like a jam, then from the air The unpleasant smell from Zhong is even more intense. Time seems to have stopped for two or three seconds. Many researchers, whether awake or unconscious, can't help but retort. More and more people can feel as if there is something to be taken from their bodies, Gushing out of the internal organs also seemed to have a hand pulling his throat, squeezing out the thing in his body.

All the strange and weird feelings, those things that have never been noticed, and the things that should have been used to in the institute have all been combined into a pot of porridge, which makes people want to escape, trembling, feeling extremely fearful and despair. When they once again felt that they were sober and sensible, when the urge to tear up the other party ceased for a while, they looked at each other, those who were beaten by their own people with bruises, bruises, blood, and even blood When a colleague who breaks his hand, he feels nothing but greater fear and despair.

What are you doing? What do you want to do? What did you do? Undoubtedly, when they realized this problem, they only felt that they were sober at this moment, and the self and other people who had participated in this fight before were just a group of beasts who lost their senses.

However, they cannot forget that even in the most chaotic time, they feel that they are sober. The terrible thoughts, the reasons for the battle, and the irretrievable things that have actually happened, whirled in their minds like a marquee.

"No, no, it's not what I did ... No, it's what I did ... I, I ... what did I do?" A muttering sounded in the dead and foul air, The voice was maddening and completely unimaginable to the person who said it. No one knows who is talking. Everyone is shocked by the tragic scene caused by himself and others, and his heart is tightly gripped by the madness, despair and fear.

Gao Chuan's diary was burning on the ground, as if it would never burn. The blood lines flow, weave, climb up the overturned tables and chairs like mountains and vines, plunge deeply into the surface of hard or soft objects, and spread along the wall to the ceiling. The patterns woven by these blood lines are changing. It becomes three-dimensional, and becomes a cage, or, in the meantime, it transforms this chamber into some kind of biological tissue. These bloodlines themselves are like nerves, like blood vessels, like muscles, so that all dead objects that should be made of inorganic substances are brought with the vitality of carbon-based life.

The color of blood, the deep red that is deeper than blood, makes no one in the secret room a clean place. Every corner that can be seen, people can't help but associate some terrible things, as if they are hiding there, The temptation to make people feel that this institute has been completely polluted.

Yes, other than "pollution", there is no other word that can better describe the feeling that this scene brings to everyone.

The burning Gaochuan diary released a light and heat that an ordinary book could never have. It burned for too long, beyond ordinary sense, so strange, just like the core of all the abnormal scenes in front of us. The person who first recovered from the blow shouted: "It is Gaochuan Diary! It is Gaochuan Diary that made us look like this! Stop it!"

The researchers closest to Gao Chuan Diary seemed to be awakened by this sound. Three or four people rushed towards the burning notebook, but before they touched it, there was a huge repulsion centered on the burning notebook. , Erupted all around, pushed these people to the ground, and then, a huge repulsion rushed over everyone's body, sweeping the debris and human bodies on the ground like garbage to the corners. No one can stand on the heels of this shock, everyone just rolls helplessly, and only the flowing bloodlines ignore this shock, as they continue to multiply, spread, and continue to fill the remaining huge gaps, will The tiny gaps filled it, and it seemed that sooner or later it would dip the entire institute into the unknown deep red.

"No, I can't stay here!" Someone got up from the ground and shouted to others, "We must leave here!"

"It's right not to be a husband, we shouldn't have opened this diary!" Some people shouted like this.

"Why not be a husband?"

"Then, over there, he seems to be dead." Everyone's eyes fell on the corner of a table that was overturned, and they lay there quietly without any help. His body had become inhuman after several tortures , His facial features were trampled indistinctly, and he could no longer see his true colors. But, except for him, all people were still alive even if they were seriously injured, only the twisted form of no husband lying on the ground quietly, and there was no more noise.

"It's me who killed him." Someone called out a crash.

"No, we killed him." Someone retorted in a painful voice.

"We also want to kill ourselves." Others said heavily.

"Don't think about it, we don't have time anymore, don't you think the air smells weird? What did we overthrow? Is anyone doing a toxicity experiment?" A trembling voice sounded, "We are leaving . "

Without this voice reminder, other people have already noticed how serious the situation is for themselves and others. To survive, human beings are extremely demanding of the living environment. The human body is too precise and fragile. It is possible to let people die if they only spread things in the air. The current situation is not just a problem with the air. Rather, there is no problem at all.

"Here is polluted." The voice rang again, "But, where can we escape? This is already our last stronghold. Is it impossible for us to run outside?"

"It's safer outside than here." Someone stood up and rushed to the control area ~ www.readwn.com ~ I went to close the defense and opened the exit. I remember there was an emergency exit. "

"No, wait! We can't give up the color center, if there is no color center, we can only wait for death outside." Another shouted: "Don't open the exit! Contact the color center, we Go deeper. "

Only a small amount of hesitation, most people think that this person's words make sense, they are all researchers, if they can not reconstruct the research, then their own value and ability will become meaningless. Everyone regrets that they have destroyed their own hopes, and this institute should have been used for a longer period of time. They may have more ideas, but the urgency of the situation is not enough to make them think about more complicated things. They know very well that all they can do is make up for it, and it may not be feasible.

Despair and fear, and even more complex and negative feelings, like burning coals, burn their throats.

"Why didn't respond? The color center! You have been monitoring here, right? Give me out, hurry up!" The people who went to the control area made a crashing sound, "Respond to me! The color center! The color Hub! "

no respond.

The voice of the people stopped, and they suddenly thought of a problem: this secret research institute was originally built around the color center, and everything that happened here could not hide from the other party, but from the beginning to the end, the color center did not Half a warning. It could have issued at least some warnings before things became so bad, even if everyone was crazy at the time.

However, the color center does nothing.

In the suffocation-like silence, Gao Chuan's diary glowed and glowed, as if with a certain will, as if it were an eye watching here, burning like it would last forever.