Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

As if caught in a deep hallucination in his own heart, those who shouted vigorously waved their arms and stepped back, as if resisting the approach of an invisible giant. The researcher who was strangled by his throat vomited blood, and at the same time uttered a scream, and the researcher who strangled him was also pale. He looked at his hand and looked at his companion, who was strangled by himself. The face is becoming distorted and weird. Numerous tentacles are drilling out from under the skin. More tentacles are drilling in the veins, making the person's body swell. However, after blinking, these hallucinations suddenly disappeared. He felt that many hands were pulling himself, and when he recovered, he realized that other people were preventing himself from strangling his companion. However, it was too late.

When the researcher pinching the throat of his companion released his hand, his body stiffened, and he watched his companion fall to the ground in a twisted posture, but the ensuing fear could not make him feel that it was because of himself This kind of fear will only happen when the companion is killed, but after this companion dies, something worse is about to come. I anticipate this, so I feel fear.

"Are you crazy?" The hostages who pulled him asked.

"No, don't you feel it? He said something he can never say!" The researcher argued.

"That wouldn't kill him?" Someone had already measured the pulse of the companion who had fallen to the ground when he said that. The other person shook his head and said, "It's not saved, it's so weird, he's not suffocating. dead."

"Yes! That's it! Like the previous one, they all talk crazy, so they die!" The researcher in deep fear said aloud, "I don't want to stay here anymore. In this way, we are one by one They must all become lunatics and die like them. It is better to die earlier than that. "

"Die early? Are you confused? You said something like this." The person next to him looked at him incredulously and said, "Are you going to commit suicide?"

"Ah, no, wait ... what am I talking about." The researcher suddenly awakened, holding his head and muttering in disbelief.

"It seems that you are almost done. Calm down." The person next to him comforted, hesitating in his words. The mad companions in front of him are not the kind of man with a temperament at all, nor can they be said to be mentally unsteady. Everyone here has been baptized with a lot of knowledge and sturdy nerves. If these companions are still people with weak will, then of the more than 4 billion people in the world, there will never be more than a hundred people with firm will—it may be a bit exaggerated, but, getting along in the hospital In the days of trouble, it is enough to let everyone know what kind of companions are the people around them.

Obviously, the madness of these people one after another is definitely not caused by the pressure in the normal sense. Behind this madness, there seems to be a pair of terrible eyes who are always watching these people. No matter what that is, there is no direct way for oneself or others to cope with it, nor can one escape from this terrible sight. No matter where it is hidden, that thing will be permeable and attack from a very conscious way.

It must be said that this is the active "virus", breaking everyone from the "inside" of themselves and others? This researcher does not think so, because although the peaks of these companions have many signs of the onset of doomsday syndrome patients, one companion is completely distorted and completely disappeared in the air, and the other companion seems to be his own Strangulation, in fact, has been seen during a simple autopsy. It is not suffocated at all, but its internal organs have been hollowed out-these deaths are completely different from those of patients with doomsday syndrome.

Even if the patient's condition in the doomsday syndrome suddenly reaches the late stage, it is mostly spontaneous combustion, or it may collapse into LCL, most of which are the latter.

Judging only from the phenomenon of death, the culprit that caused the madness and death of these people is not a "virus", but another thing-something similar to the "virus" but different. .

Is it a variant of "virus"? Or maybe there are some stage changes in the activation process of "virus"? Although I think so, there are not enough tools to verify at this moment.

What worries people most is that they are now chasing the anomalies of others such as themselves. Because, when the second person appears, it means the third person and the fourth person will appear. A "virus" is already tricky. If more, what can humans do besides despair?

"The people over there have also become troublesome." Suddenly someone said that.

These sober people came to the glass wall and were considered a group of people. And those who failed to come to the glass wall were those who were unable to respond to the original researcher who claimed to hear the weird voice. The distance between the two groups of people appears to be distinct because of the distance. At this time, you can more feel that the dead of the self-proclaimed "wake" group and the group of people who seem to have fallen into a state of unconsciousness for a long time. There are indeed many differences in morbid performance.

"They are more like patients with doomsday syndrome. And these two ..." One of the researchers glanced at the corpse that fell to the ground. The corpse showed no signs of being converted to LCL at all. "It may be different from the pathogen."

"Either side, we can't help." Another researcher was extremely frustrated and desperate. "We are done, we can do nothing but wait for death."

The others were silent, and although some people wanted to say something to raise their breath, they finally failed to say it. At this time, all the words that want to stimulate morale seem to be pretending to be disgusting. If it can be useful with blank words, oneself and others will not fall into this end, because these people are really trying hard and doing their best. When a person tries his best, no miracles can happen, so what can I do?

No matter how strong the person begins to burst into tears, the more he shed tears, the more he can feel how despair and fear eroded his heart a little, and the place where the heart is decayed will not be filled. If it is full, it will leave nothing. The muddy and crazy thoughts are coming out of his mind a little bit, but he has to endure desperately and not to say anything in order to curb his not to carry out such thoughts.

Only silence, only silence, as if silence is the last medicine.

The few people who thought they were sober but could only be silent, staring at the corpse on the ground, looking at the companions who were equally silent and also did nothing. Suddenly, the group of binocular researchers turned their heads toward the glass wall, and the self-proclaimed sober people were horrified by the consistent and sudden movement.

The eyes of the two sides met, the self-proclaimed sober side saw it, the pupil of the other side contracted exaggeratedly into a small spot, and the white eyes occupied most of the eyes. The unexpected sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the body of this group of people. Through the glass wall, penetrating the LCL liquid, penetrating the chamber where everyone is imprisoned, and reaching a distant place, it seems to be able to see what others, such as others, cannot see with their eyes. Their consistent movements, consistent eyes, and completely do not feel the slightest warmth or coldness of human nature, only make people feel that the will of those who dominate the body is not human will, but something else.

What are they looking at? What did you see? Nobody knows. Why do they have these changes? What kind of secret is hidden behind this change? No one knows.

Every self-proclaimed sober person is at a loss because they originally knew a lot of smart people, but now everything is showing that they are nothing but dumb idiots-the world in their eyes is clear It is full of hope, but it has now become beyond imagination. Too many things that have not been known make the world extremely complicated, and putting yourself and others in it is nothing but a small one.

This world is definitely not what he and others have seen and thought in the past. It seems that the survival of human beings in the past is just a short and surviving time, but surviving has not blessed human beings, just as it has not blessed the living populations that died in the extinction of the past. That vast time is full of unknowns. Whether these unknowns are finite or infinite, their totality is far beyond human imagination.

Human beings are proud of their enterprising spirit, imagination, and thinking ability, and they are so vulnerable when facing the incredible amount of unknowns-to survive, it is not enough to "just keep improving". Human beings are such a creature that needs time and space to grow. The question is, who will guarantee these?

No one can guarantee. This world that cannot even be imagined is like a black box that cannot be described by data. People hide in a known carapace, like a hermit crab, and even hunt for food, lest the big octopus do not know where it came from, they will peel themselves out of the carapace and melt it into a juice, one bite. Suck away.

No one spoke, the person on one side seemed to see through the void, and the person on the other side looked at the person who seemed to see through the void. Until a strong vibration spread in all directions, it was not an earthquake-like shaking, but it was also untenable. The self-proclaimed sober few fell, but could feel the direction of the source more clearly from the vibration of the ground.

This vibration is so fine, it is more like a huge machine is working, because of the violent movement inside, which leads to the loss of overall stability. Its own vibration is transmitted to the ground, and it spreads from the ground to farther away. Place-The more the range of vibration transmission, the higher the frequency of vibration, the more obvious this something that may be a "machine" is so huge, and its operating energy is so huge.

A vague but huge outline, a force of kinetic energy that can be more intuitively felt, these few subconscious researchers looking for the source of the earthquake can not help but reveal a shocking expression.

They only thought of one possibility: the body of the color center.

"Is it the center of color?" Having completely fallen into despair and fear, he gave up thinking and could only use silence to face the enemies beyond imagination. They are not doubting, but the destruction of hope again and again, so that they have a kind of instinctive resistance to any hope that may be rekindled. However, their reasoning still let them know how this emotion was formed, and they knew they were clearly capable of lifting this resistance, but this time, they did nothing.

Even in the past, like everyone else, they regarded the color center as their last card, the biggest rear, and the last possibility. At this moment, they also felt tired. The color center never appears when they think they need the most help. They can't understand what the color center is, what kind of state it is, and what they are doing.

It had let these people do things meticulously, but these people did meticulously, but even when the research results were destroyed, it did not do anything.

They knew that perhaps they and others could not blame this sad end on the head of the color center, because the center could not act on its own. However, there is a shadowy psychology that even they feel disgusted with. At this time, the more obvious they can feel: in fact, they are very serious and want to blame all the sins on this color center that seems to bring hope On the head. Their own gas is small, and even they are surprised. The narrowness of their own humanity ~ www.readwn.com ~ makes them more and more feel that they are so small.

If you can say "everything is the fault of the color center", you will be able to liberate yourself from that deep despair and self-loathing.

It is not the fault of the world, because the world is so objective. It's not my fault, because I am so subjective. Therefore, it can only be the fault of the color center, because no one knows what it is. Patients with doomsday syndrome? Biological computer? Deformed monster?

When they realize that they think so, self-proclaimed researchers can't help but be paralyzed. It is not like they continue to think about themselves any more, as if they have only fallen into the chaos that they have no way of understanding, and are deeply immersed in the boundless darkness.

If you want to escape fear, despair and madness, it seems that in addition to being integrated with it, any other approach is nothing but self-deception.

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