Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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The speed of falling is getting faster and faster, first it is dark, and then even the appearance of nothingness disappears like a bubble. (

(Reading Network) There is nothing to burn the literary novel network, and even the chaos no longer exists, and then a semi-dream and awake feeling arises, as if my soul fell back into the body, and finally I can feel the existence of the limb. However, the body seems to be pressed against 10,000 tons of boulders, and even fingers can't move for half a minute. There is wind from the ears. The wind full of moisture blows the skin, producing a cold feeling, mixed with the green and smell of trees and mud.

I twisted my body hard, and it seemed that I heard the sound of my teeth grinding like a rust. My consciousness seemed to be pulled by a force, and I would fall back into a deep dream at any time, and I was born with a huge fear, just like I couldn't wake up after falling asleep. This fear supported me to start trying to think about some things and not let consciousness fall into the quagmire of difficulty. Maybe it succeeded, maybe there is no Ranwen Fiction Net. Maybe I thought about something, but those thoughts had just taken shape, and they were crushed into pieces by an irresistible force, leaving only a blank.

I began to feel the presence of the eyelids, as if they were tightly adhered to the face, the eyeballs could also be rolled, and there was a hazy light floating under the eyelid. The body finally turned over, and I felt my chest touch the ground, trying to prop up the body, but the arm could not exert strength.

I tried desperately to fight this nightmare resistance. When I finally opened my eyes, my vision was still hazy, with only a gray ground in close proximity. I breathe hard, like squeezing my lungs to the limit before I can inhale a trace of oxygen. My mind is not clear, the scene that once hovered in my head seems to be drowned in a thick mist, only knowing that I must get up.

There was something **** my face that slipped down the bridge of my nose and was half-dull on my ear. I shook my head hard and it fell to the ground.

It is a pair of spectacles, with blurred human figures reflected on the lenses.

The limb finally accumulated a trace of strength, but not enough to get up. I turned my body again, spread my limbs, and lay on my back on the ground looking at the sky. The clouds on the other side slightly reveal a bright color, and faintly a few stars can be seen, as well as a pale half moon. The field of vision seemed to rise and fall between light and dark, and a sudden jump seemed to become clearer.

The sky is going to dawn-this kind of thought jumps out of my mind.

Along with this thought, consciousness became more and more concentrated, and I recalled why I lay in this place, and where is this. In the continuous tracing, what happened once was like a pearl connected by an invisible silk thread, and the energy was quickly bred in the body.

Sauron, Irene, security agent body, Father Sissen, Marceau, Zhenjiang ... Silhouettes emerged one by one in the mind like walking around.

This is the case, have you finally returned to reality? Although I have experienced many pains such as a forced wake-up from a nightmare, this time I have probably suffered the most. If it is possible, I really want to do nothing, just let my thoughts spread in the sky and the sky.

However, it must be up. Everything is not over yet, and in reality there are things that I must confirm.

I finally propped my body up with enough strength and turned my head to confirm where I was. Zhenjiang, Father Sisen and the huge cocoon all entered my field of vision. One less, when I confirmed that Marceau was not here again, a huge and heavy sense of loss almost took away the freshly restored energy in this body.

Failed? I couldn't help covering my face, my mind was blank, but I quickly recovered.

Gao Chuan, now is not the time to complain. I looked at the giant cocoon that sealed the body of the security agent-maybe Marceau had returned to his body.

I was about to stand up, but my finger touched something. I looked down, it turned out to be glasses. I picked it up, put it back on, and patted my cheek vigorously, forcing myself to recover from the low mood. Now people who can still truly be called "alive" are only me and Zhenjiang.

Zhen Jiang was lying less than two meters away from me, with no back-to-back movements. I could only confirm that she was still breathing from the slight ups and downs of the body's rhythmic sense. Although I did wake up, the final outcome of Sauron, the disappearance of Marceau, and the unprecedented discomfort during waking up made me unable to determine whether her consciousness had successfully returned from that nightmare world.

I walked over nervously, pulled her body over, but found that her eyes had been opened somehow, and her clear and calm eyes fell on my face. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and the uneasy emotion suddenly disappeared.

"Good morning, A Jiang."

"Good morning, Achuan." She replied neatly.

"Your condition looks good." I supported her shoulders and spine and let her sit up from the ground.

The appearance of Zhen Jiang is the same as when he left the temporary data hedge space of the tomb area, because it is parasitic on the body of the female bartender "Sha", although the body shape has been completely transformed, regardless of body shape, hair, skin color or facial features. There is no shadow of the original owner at all, but still wearing the denim hot pants and tight vest at the time. Even the black robe for wizards was not dropped.

She didn't say much about Ranwen Fiction Net, and her right hand reached into my pocket. Then I realized that the coat with windbreaker and dress style that I wore to her in the nightmare world of Irene was just right on my body. Sure enough, the self and others in the temporary data hedging space of the Peak District are only a part of the thinking body to reconstruct part of consciousness and ontology information?

I don't know what Zhen Jiang was looking for until she took out the mysterious chip. Staring at the chip, I thought of Marceau again, and my heart was sad. If Marceau fails to leave this world, the end will probably be more formidable. First, whether or not he can still return to the temporary data hedging space, even if he returns there immediately, it may be too late.

I have got the best and last chance. Now that the tumor area has disappeared, Sauron cannot escape the magic palm. For Irene, I have lost the value of use, and I can no longer safely access the temporary data hedging space. My eyes cast on the giant cocoon around me, where there is a safe agent body transformed from Marceau ’s body, but the body that loses its ontological personality consciousness, even if it is not strong enough, even if it can act autonomously, even Perhaps one day there will be a new personality consciousness, which is not the same Maso I know.

Now, I only hope that the missing body Marceau, like me, will return to his body, even if that body has been transformed into a "safe proxy body".

Zhenjiang pinched the chip with **** and slowly lifted it up. In the process, I was surprised to find that the surface of the chip seemed to have flashed back, so I could not help but observe it carefully.

Although it can't be seen from the surface of the chip, when it is anti-smooth, the trajectory forms a line of zigzag loops, like a dark line engraved with the naked eye, or ... is it a circuit?

I recalled the structure of the tumor area where the garbage was condensed into a giant, the double helix of DNA that served as the core. I once suspected that it was the appearance of some of Irene's personality information, because the chip that stored it was probably the product of the cyberball personality technology. At that time, there was a circuit on the surface of the chip at the same time as this time, but it was more obvious than this time. Will the body of Maso be converted into a similar form and stored in this personality chip?

Before the security agent body and personality chip are brought back to the network ball for identification, it cannot be judged on the whereabouts and life and death of Marceau. A feeling of ending the mission came to my mind, and I started to wait a little longer to leave this town. There is no more thing I can do here.

I grabbed the chip tightly and looked back at the hilltop apartment close by. In the condensed morning mist, twelve blue flames burned quietly at the clock tower time, no matter how the mountain wind blew, they could not be extinguished. It has been said that when the twelve flames are all raised, the Tianmen Project will enter the final stage, and Zhenjiang and I have witnessed the temporary data hedge space in the same dimension and laid four structural foundations. The impact on reality.

The milky white morning mist surrounding the hilltop apartment seems to be sprinkled with ink, and gradually becomes a depleted and depressed gray, and the continuous spread of gray brings uneasiness. As the sky on the other side gradually descended, in the clearer sky, the pale stars and Wan Yue lost their traces, and the gray mist became more and more dense, as if resisting the infiltration of sunlight. The heavy gray mist slowly flows in the mountain breeze with the naked eye, the doors and windows of the apartment become blurred, and then the public welfare amusement facilities such as lawns, big trees and swing sandpits, and even the faintly floating silhouettes become strange It looks like a misty mirage.

If you do n’t go in and confirm, or you once knew that there was such a place, no one would be able to determine whether the building was a hilltop apartment or a mental hospital that was burned down ten years ago.

The gray mist passes over the large iron gate of the courtyard-style vestibule. The thick gray mist is like a river that breaks through the embankment. After washing to the shore, it forms a stream, and then gathers into puddles, plunging down the mountain road and drilling into the woods. The aggressive proliferation phenomenon gave me the feeling that reality was being replaced by nightmares. Before it actually happened, no netizen novelist could be sure that things would not change that much.

The uneasiness in my heart urged me to look around, pulled my legs and ran towards the car parked in front of the courtyard wall. Every time I pass a car, I will try to pull the car door. Although I do n’t have much hope, but maybe the lucky star shines today. When passing a beige sports car, I not only successfully opened the side door of the driving seat, but also It was discovered that the car key had not been removed.

I ignited the engine, reversed back to Zhenjiang, and asked her to put the big cocoon that sealed the body of the security agent and the mummy-style body of Father Sishen into the trunk of the car.

When Zhenjiang just closed the door of the co-pilot, I immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the town at the foot of the mountain drove around. Www.readwn.com The woods are full of suffocating silence. Obviously at the moment of dawn, the sky became more and more gloomy under the shroud of fog, as if the wings of the night had never shed.

I drove the car to the bus stop near the foot of the mountain, only to look at the top of the mountain with the mood of the rest of the disaster. Far away from this mountain, the sun began to spread over the ground, the sky was clear and clear, as if it was transparent, and only a layer of fine sand-like clouds flowed slowly. No matter the temperature, humidity or color, it was a good weather. However, between the mountain top and the sky, there was a thick gray mist that seemed to be condensed into dark clouds at any time. The place where the mountain top apartment was located could not be seen at any time, even if it was wrapped in a cloud of muddy metamorphosis. Protein.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed through the dense fog, and I seemed to hear a thunder.

Lightning, thunderstorm, and hazy sky, these scenes made my impression of the temporary data hedge space coincide with the reality in front of me.

Although I didn't think those fogs could cross the mountainside, I immediately stepped on the accelerator and left the building that I remembered far behind.

Goodbye, Peak Apartment.