Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I kept pushing the wheelchair forward, and the light spot gradually enlarged, becoming a heavy black iron gate.

I tried to push it away, but it never opened. It wasn't until I decided to try my best to make the last attempt that it showed a crack. More intense light burst out from behind the door slit, a voice calling me, I could not hear clearly, but realized that it was calling me. I desperately want to hear more clearly, I want to know who is calling me, and what kind of world is behind the door.

So I squeezed my whole body up.

The bitter creak of the door gradually opened.

I fell off the wheelchair and fell into the world behind the door. I was horrified, looking back, the door had completely disappeared, and I lost the wheelchair again.

"Achuan, take me out, take me away, take me out--" A cry of pleading came from the front and scared me, but I immediately realized that this voice was calling me.

I looked at where the voice came from. Another room is white everywhere, except for a bed in the middle of the room, there is no furnishing novel network. A girl was lying on the hospital bed, her cheeks were thin, and her face was pale, but she exhausted her body strength and reached out to me.

"Achuan, take me out, take me away, take me out--" she wept constantly.

I do n’t know her, yes, I should not know this girl, but I always think she is very similar to someone in memory. I listened to her crying and pleading, a huge sorrow and despair swept me. I crawled hard towards her, trying to grab her hand. Although I don't understand what is going on, I hope I can respond to her and bring her strength and hope.

However, when I was about to hold her hand, a large piece of black tentacles flew out of the space behind the girl in the bed, tying her tightly and pulling it all the way into that space. I couldn't stop it, and there was no sound even in my throat. I could only watch her disappear before my eyes.

I want to yell, I want to cry, I want to vent my self-blame and anger, but all this is in vain.

I was tired, turned over and looked up at the ceiling of the ward.

A drop of black ink appeared on the ceiling, and the ink dripped into a black feather in the air.

Black Feather drifted slowly, after this film, more black feathers fell. In this black plume that fell like snowflakes, a crow came out.

The crow flapped its wings and shot straight at me, instantly breaking through my heart.

I shouted, the scene in front of me suddenly changed, and the familiar ceiling came into view again.

I sat up from the ground and let go of the tightly wrapped quilt, but it was no longer cold and I sweated a lot.

Is it a dream? Am I awake? I thought in horror, and looked at the surroundings.

The familiarity made me take a deep breath.

"Yes, it's just a dream." I buried my face in my palms and said so to myself.

It's like moving from one dream to another, the boundary between reality and dream becomes blurred, this feeling is not the first time for me, but I still have to spend a lot of time to confirm that I really have wake up. I feel like I always do, as if I always live in the border between illusion and reality.

How long has it been since the last time I had such a dream? I asked myself that, exactly, the last time it was a month ago, in that lost town, but I suddenly felt that it was a long time ago.

I recall everything born in my dream. It is so strange and so familiar. This kind of contradictory feeling is entangled in my heart with the complex emotions that have emerged spontaneously.

Dreams make this world more real, I do n’t want to admit it, but a voice always tells me in my ears: This is reality, and you, Gao Chuan, are a real mental patient. Although you think you are normal, which mental patient does not think you are normal?

This makes me feel terrified. If all the pain, love, and death I have experienced are dreams, and the lovers, friends, and enemies I have encountered are all my fictional characters, then for my life, there are What is true? I do n’t know what it means to wake up in this hospital. I only know that for me, that world is everything to me. I live there, and my current self is born there. I would rather everything in this hospital is a dream, even if I wake up from this dream is the end is death.

I force myself to cheer up because I will continue to survive in this more "real" world until I complete a "mission". Yes, everything I have encountered, whether it is the secret hidden in the fourth girl's "color", the monster that appeared suddenly, or the dream that is constantly shuttled, everything I have encountered so far makes me feel the martial arts. The Holy King of Qiankun made the sacred king to kill the God of God seal throne at night The Throne of the Immortals, the God of Thrones, Ao Nineth Heaven, the strongest abandoning the Shao Zhou dynasty, the gods of the night will kill the God of the Throne, the Throne of the Gods, the Ancestral Throne Nine Heavens, the strongest abandoning the lord of the Shao Zhou, to the existence of this "mission".

I intuitively feel that I will appear in this closed hospital, whether it is "waking up" or "dreaming", there must be a reason. I have to find this reason, in order to truly get rid of this kind of dream and true life.

I kept pouring cold water on my face, letting cold tap water stimulate my nerves. I looked up at myself in the mirror, what a miserable face. His face was pale and frozen, with ointment on his forehead and cheeks, and the wet tip on the forehead, making it even more thin. It ’s unbelievable, but it ’s just one night, but it ’s completely different from yesterday ’s self, as if I was sucked away by something, so I can hardly recognize myself.

However, this face is full of black humor-like familiarity, like the "Gao Chuan" who lived in this room in the past, the "I" I have never had in my memory.

It's not that Ranwen Fiction Net has encountered setbacks, nor has Ranwen Fiction Net ever had a nightmare, and I don't think I have failed, but why did it become this look overnight? That won't work, I said to myself, I must cheer up.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

I was a little stunned. It was the first time someone knocked on my door since I first came to this dormitory with Dr. Ruan. There is no enthusiasm in the neighborhood.

I walked out of the bathroom and looked in the cat's eyes of the room door. A man wearing a peaked cap stood in front of the door, looking a little uncomfortable. There was a file bag between his arms, but his head kept turning to his back, very concerned about the fat man who was staring at him with a mop not far behind him.

"Hey, fat man, I didn't do anything illegal." He shouted: "Why don't you do your own thing?"

"This, this, that is, me, me, mine, things." The fat man stuttered, a look of high air.

"I hate this ghost place." The man in the cap murmured and knocked **** the door again.

Needless to say, this guy is of course the Dallas who calls himself the "Sun Reporter". I couldn't guess his intention to come to me for a while. The last time I made it very clear, I will not cooperate with him on his own terms, even if he really wants to be a girl named "color" What to do, but the risk of two people acting together is too great. To put it bluntly, this man is a burden in a head-on battle. Expect him to make a difference in the face of those weird woods and monsters like me? It might as well let me drive the sow to the tree.

Therefore, he must have prepared new chips for this visit. The key is in that bag of folders. I remember he said that he was a successful scammer. Presumably, he had two brushes in obtaining intelligence.

Well, I think I really should meet him.

I inserted the clasp into the door lock and opened the door to the seam. I didn't want anyone to see anything in this room.

"Hah, good morning, Gao Chuan." Dallas showed a passionate look, as if he had long forgotten the unpleasantness of the first meeting, he said: "Why not let me go in and sit?"

"Ah, sorry, I don't entertain strangers, especially strange men," I replied teasingly.

"Hah, you're so funny." Dallas shrugged and said, "So, I'll wait for you in the girl's room. I think this time, you will agree to cooperate with me."

"I don't think so, but it's a lot like knowing what good things you brought me." I said indifferently.

"Oh, is this?" He followed my gaze and raised the file bag. "It is indeed a good thing. You will be interested. So please hurry and don't keep me waiting, okay?" "Although he used a polite rhetorical sentence, his tone was not so polite."

I stared at him and entered the girls' room, which opened the door. The motor of the wheelchair has not been repaired. I can only push the wheelchair to the corridor. The muscles of the whole body are still faintly painful. This lack of exercise can not be compensated by the amount of exercise in a short time. Thinking back then, I was flying like a Spider-Man between buildings, but now I can only sit in a wheelchair.

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself into the girls' room. The three girls are as usual, and since I came in, my eyes have always focused on me, and my head has turned like a haul.

"Okay, okay, play your game." I waved my hand casually, saying so, but I didn't expect them to do so.

"Your relationship with them is really good." Dallas saw me, shrugged and said, "I really think so."

I took a deep breath and nodded. I also noticed that these three girls had a somewhat unusual attitude towards me. Although I don't quite understand what is going on, I am a little surprised by our relationship, but I also feel quite complacent. What's more, their names are "Saki Ye", "Eight Scenery" and "Marceau", so many times, I have a warm feeling about this relationship.

"I saw you yesterday." Dallas pointed out, "What did you do? It looks like you still need a partner."

"If you were with me, it would be much worse than me." I laughed. "You don't look so good on the surface."

That's right, despite Dallas's enthusiastic appearance, he couldn't hide the two deep sockets and dark circles on his face, and his **** eyes. He was also very tired. It can be seen that when I went to the cemetery, he did not spend much time on his bargaining chips.

Dallas took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I thought about it, maybe you are right, acting with two of you, stumbling, it's better to do it separately, after all, we are experts in different fields "He threw the document bag into my arms," ​​So, I got this. "

I did not dismantle it immediately. I first asked: "What is it about?"

"Remember? I said that I have been in for two months. If you think I have n’t been a writer, I ’m wrong. You know, I ’m a scammer, these two months It ’s not a waste. I ’ve made a good game. Now is the time to reap. ”Dallas defended himself while complaining about his hard work.“ I ’ve been mentally ill for two months. I almost felt like I was mentally ill. . "

"So, what is this information about?" I repeat my question again. I don't want to hear him brag about how talented he is and how hard it is. This is his choice. Fortunately, disasters are his own business.

Dallas looked at me in disappointment and said, "If it wasn't for the girl's strong suggestion, I wouldn't want to work with someone who does not respect my efforts. Well ..." He raised his hands and made a surrender gesture, "This is The past of you, the color and the three girls ... are only a part of the information. The reason why your relationship is so good is not that there is no reason for Ranwen.com. "

Hearing his words, I started to get angry. I know that the "past" in this document must be the same as the past in my memory. But I still want to know who the "Gaochuan" was in the past, and how these girls with the same name are related to that "Gaochuan".

I opened the bag and took out the documents. Dallas's voice sounded in his ears: "We are all wrong. The girls in this room are not four, but five. In addition to the color, there is a child called Dorothy."

Dorothy ... I squeezed my bridge of the nose to focus my attention on the document, and soon another name, Zhenjiang, that was no longer familiar was revealed.

Of course, like Sakuya, Bajing, and Marceau, Dorothy and Zhenjiang in the file photo, and the two women in my memory, cannot be equated. They are all just twelve-three-year-old children in the photo, and the green silhouette can awaken the faint sense of familiarity. This is a very special sight.

It can't be said that it is just two people with the same name and the rest are completely different, but with a familiar shadow vaguely. Or it can be said that they exist in my memory, what they might look forward to in this world. Although in various respects, they also have various problems in my memory. They are only based on the "normal" standard. Both Zhenjiang and Dorothy are below the horizontal line.

Perhaps it is an empathy. I pay special attention to the girl with the name "Jian Jiang". However, in these documents, there is not much information about her, because she suffered from a rare incurable disease and died before entering this hospital. At the same time, she is also the only person in this document who died without entering the hospital.

To be precise, this is a "story of six girls and one boy".

Gaochuan ’s parents were killed in the sea of ​​fire at the age of five, and then entered the orphanage. They were sent to this closed hospital for psychological treatment for the first time a year later, but soon returned to the orphanage to live and study like normal orphans. .

In terms of personality, Gao Chuan is also very different among orphans. His personality is lonely, eccentric and manic, and he likes burning and dissecting because he can always find the bodies of decomposed small animals and insects in the room, which is afraid of others. And smoke. But it is such a boy who still has playmates of the same age and is still six girls.

The six girls from Zhenjiang, Dorothy, Seise, Misaki, Bajing and Marceau are from different countries and are also orphans. However, how they met Gao Chuan, and what kind of bond was born between these seven people, these are not mentioned in the document. In the personal files of the seven people, the column about "friends" only wrote the names of the other six people, and it was specifically stated in the appendix that they had no friends other than each other except for each other.

Gaochuan, Zhenjiang, Dorothy, Seise, Miyake, Bajing and Marceau live in the same orphanage ~ www.readwn.com ~ Zhenjiang, Dorothy and Seose are roommates in the same room. At the same time, the seven people attended the same school, but apart from their companions Gao Chuan and Zhen Jiang, everyone else was assigned a different class.

Perhaps it is because of this relationship, so although it is a small group of seven people, the relationship between Gaochuan and Zhenjiang is the most intimate. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the two are a pair of little lovers, but Gaochuan himself In other words, their emotions are not so simple. In addition, Dorothy and the color once confessed to Gao Chuan. At the same time, Sakuya, Bajing and Marceau also have a good impression of Gao Chuan and his friends.

The seven people were so complicated but stubbornly dependent on each other, until one day, Zhenjiang was diagnosed with terminal illness. Regarding the condition of the disease, there is no specific description in the document, but it is said that this is a very unique case that has never been seen in humans, but it cannot find a treatment. To make matters worse, although medical experts at the time said that this terminal illness may only occur in Zhenjiang alone, the actual situation is that Dorothy and the color of the same dormitory were also infected during the care of Zhenjiang.

The three terminally ill girls, even if they can be treated, also need to spend a lot of money. The orphanage is reluctant to pay the money. What is more cruel is that the orphanage itself has all kinds of problems. . ...

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