Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

291 Incomplete combustion IV

Dallas put his finger on the brim of the peaked cap and looked away into the room, d

"It looks like you have been doing well recently" I didn't answer directly, let go of him and let him in

"Not so." Dallas took off his hat after I closed the door, and his relaxed face became serious. "Isn't the dormitory where you lived a patient riot? In fact, it's not just your place, I almost died."

I was a little surprised, there was not much news after the riot, and I was exhausted by the pain for a while, and I did n’t pay attention to these things at all.

"Did they set fire?" I asked

"Well, at this point, you're more unlucky than everyone else," Dallas said as he found a chair to sit down. It was quite cold. He pulled the scarf around and looked around as if looking for vents.

"Those riots are patients with doomsday syndrome, have you heard of them?" I tentatively said

"Of course, I know a lot about this," Dallas admitted without even covering up, and then said to me seriously: "You know, I have some knowledge of hacking. I have been looking for information about the color of the tie through the local area network recently. You moved to this place, I also learned from the Internet that these are trivial things. The important thing is that I accidentally found something on the computer of an executive. "

Dallas took a portfolio from his arms and carefully opened a stack of photos in front of me. I couldn't see when it was taken from the screen, but Dallas told me that when they were stored, the data The archive date is 1997. I carefully observed the photos. It can be roughly recognized that the researchers wearing white coats gathered in front of the instrument in a certain test scene taken from different angles, but the focus of the shooting was not people, but those instruments. The appearance of the instrument looks very simple, and its purpose can not be understood from the photos, but they all have a pre-tech temperament

I did n’t find obvious experimental subjects in the photos. From the perspective of the stretching movements and atmosphere of the researchers, the atmosphere is not tense. It seems to be just an example of many experiments. There is nothing special about it, but from the angle of shooting and Judging from the clarity, it made me think that the shooting at that time was not bright and upright

"Did the executive take a candid photo? Was he one of the researchers at the time?" I certainly thought so

"It's not certain yet, but the executive was a clinician before he was promoted." Dallas did not give an affirmative answer

"Clinical? Responsible for that aspect?"

"The information says it is pediatrics," Dallas said. "However, there are not many children in this hospital. I think his job must be very easy, so he has to be promoted at this age. He is almost sixty years old. "

"What is the relationship between these photos and the color?" I tried to guess. "This is a human test scene for the color?"

Dallas stared at me for a while and said unexpectedly: "Your expression is so cold, do you really want to save that girl?" Without waiting for my answer, he flicked the photos and picked one out of it and handed it to me Before, "look here carefully" he pointed to the translucent cylindrical mechanism that was partially blocked by the researcher's body in the photo. Because none of the researchers paid attention to this thing, at first I thought it was not an important organization

"I ignored it at first, but fortunately I didn't miss it when I zoomed in on the photo," Dallas said

"Isn't it good to see that you haven't washed the enlarged photo?" I pinched the two corners of the photo with my hands and carefully distinguished them in the sunlight beside the curtains. Dallas wanted me to see clearly not the instrument, but the things in the instrument but The relationship between shooting angle, focus and light and dark, although you can see what is in the straight tube instrument, but it is blurred like a semi-transparent shadow

"When I found this picture, I had no time" Dallas shook his head, "That's a girl"

Probably because I heard Darth ’s words before, I already had a hunch, so I understood what he meant.

"What's inside is ... the color?" I think I should be surprised, but in fact, I don't have that kind of emotion at this time, just a little hesitant, "How do you know it is her? You haven't seen her before "I remember Dallas mentioned it when he said he was lurking in this hospital. He received the e-mail inexplicably, and he had a whim, conscience, and mixed in.

"I think it's her," Dallas replied, obviously he didn't have enough evidence

"This laboratory is in the black tower on the hill?" I asked

"This ..." Dallas also hesitated and finally said bluntly: "I only found these pictures in the executive's computer"

"I don't understand why he only saves these photos." I said, "The photographer apparently made a plot. If he is the client, all these things will be deleted, or there should be as many as you are sure. These photos are really him. Something? Has n’t anyone else used that computer before? "

"No, I can't guarantee this." Dallas was a little discouraged, but probably he had thought about the same problem, so he straightened his emotions quickly, "but at least we know that the color is likely to be a year ago. Alive, conduct human trials in that tower "

"In this case, what do you think is the chance of her being alive one year later?" I asked rhetorically.

Dallas is silent

"They told me that the color was discharged from the hospital," I said, "maybe this test has resolved her condition."

"Do you believe it?" Dallas raised his head and stared at me closely: "Don't tell these stories that you can't deceive yourself"

I smiled and said, "Of course I don't believe it at all, especially after seeing this picture. I admit that your guess is right. I also expect it to be so. However, only these pictures will not allow us to find him. What are you going to do next? Looking for that executive to severely punish confessions? "

Dallas nodded, confirming my guess, and he asked me instead: "Isn't this a good way? We can pretend to be dressed up"

"How long do you think I can hide this way?" I patted the wheelchair. Of course, I didn't tell him. I can stand up now. I said to him bluntly: "Why didn't you do it yourself, but came to me?" What can I help you? Tell me, I will help you "

"Remember when we first met?" Dallas said to me seriously: "You put me down at once, I am confident that I have a good skill, but at the time I felt that your men are merciful, you can kill Fuck me ... Or, you killed someone, right? "

"Do you want to kill people after the incident?" I was not sure, and looked indifferently into his eyes, from which I saw the deep worry and excitement, I really don't understand why he was so excited

"Did you really kill someone?" Dallas's body was a little tight, but he said excitedly: "I don't think it's a good thing to kill, I never killed anyone, but I think if you really want to do something in this ghost place Things, you have to have such power ... Uh, I mean, for example, veterans who have been on the battlefield, you have to know, I will be okay. I really compare it. I am as harmless as a sheep. "

"You mean, if I can help, will it be better?" I saw that Dallas was preparing to nod, and said first: "However, we had an agreement when we first met. The clues can be shared, but the action is It ’s a clue you find to take care of your own things this time. If you really want to do that, you should do it yourself, right? "

Dallas thought about it and said to me sincerely: "I just think that the two can do well together. You know how big this fish is. We have a great chance to take something from that person. We are only one step away from the end. It's far away, man "

Dallas is so beautiful, but I do n’t have much confidence in this action, even if the color is still alive in that tower? I do n’t think she ’s in a better state now than the three girls in this room, Sakuya, Bajing and Marceau, and I do n’t think that under the current circumstances, the chance of taking her out of the hospital

Dallas simply wanted to take away the color, he felt that as long as the girl left the hospital alive, she would be liberated. However, this is impossible

In the world I know, all the disasters that were born to us, the chance to escape from the hospital, and the key to saving myself and the girls are all concentrated on the hospital ’s most confidential test "Human Completion Plan". I need time to go Understand it, improve it, complete it, and recover the missing things of the dead girl and the alive girl, this is the path to dd

I think that people ’s happiness is not about living; and people ’s life is not about * living only * being liberated, not true liberation. I want to find their souls in this hospital, doing I will not escape from here until this point

I ’m not good at this kind of rational preaching. I did n’t tell Dallas about my thoughts. I do n’t think I can explain these reasons clearly and let him understand. I do n’t think that even if he can understand, he can What kind of strength is there in this kind of thing, but it is futile to put him in danger. I think Dallas should stop here. He has done enough things, but he is always just wandering outside the core of the incident. This is itself a A sign of danger

I think he may have been stared at by recalling the riots of people with Doomsday Syndrome not long ago. From the information I know, most of them were not originally patients. Someone dominated the riot in secret. , And they are not in the same group as Dr. Ander, who is currently leading the trial program. I suspect that the information Dallas obtained this time was actually the bait deliberately released by those people.

Dallas has always been busy with the relationship, and he is reasonable. I do n’t want him to be hurt in this deceptive battlefield, but this is obviously a luxury. I know that regardless of whether I agree, Dallas will definitely go to that high Even if this is a trap, I have no evidence to convince him

I sometimes think that Dallas is so desperate, maybe because he instinctively realized that the more he stayed here, the more dangerous his situation was, and he wanted to end it all soon.

"I think this is a trap. I have a hunch that once we find that person, the result will definitely not be what you expected." I said to Dallas cautiously, "Even so, did you decide to go?"

Dallas became restless. He stood up and paced back and forth. I knew his heart was shaken. I hope he could give up his plans because of this dangerous hunch. But he pulled his scarf and finally insisted. Own opinion

"Anyway, this is an opportunity, I think it's necessary to give it a try." Dallas looked at me earnestly. "I know this is dangerous. I don't have much confidence myself, so I came to you. I Hope you can help me "

I stared at his eyes, he did not give in, he was silent for a long while, and I agreed that the bad hunch is getting stronger and stronger, I think this is probably the last time I can help him although this is full of risks for Dallas , But this action is not life-threatening for me because I am part of the "Human Completion Plan" and it is an important human body test, as long as I kill anything in this hospital, even if I do something, I will still use it Be forgiven in value, so only I can help him

Like he said, he needs a "veteran capable of killing"

"Great, I don't know how to thank you. No, this is what we should do. Rescue the tie, isn't it?" Dallas said excitedly on my shoulders. "I'm going back to prepare, if there is no accident , We can act tomorrow night, can we? "

"Okay, you have the final say" I replied

That ’s all for now. After Dallas left, I picked up the stack of photos again and looked at it several times. Although it ’s not the photographer ’s focus, there are several photos that capture the straight tube from different angles. Factors are working, and these angles are combined in my mind. The blurry shadows that could not be seen in the straight device seem to be more personal when you look at them. Maybe they are really a woman. Even so, I still insist on my own opinion. This does not mean that it is the color

However, one thing is the same as Dallas, I also believe that the color is still alive, and it is similar in that tower, and the same silent Dorothy must be hidden somewhere in this hospital.

Although I do n’t believe so, I really hope that their situation will be better than mine

I got up from my wheelchair and stepped on the ground with my feet. The sense of down-to-earth filled my heart with the urge to leap. Compared with the previous one, my feet recovered a lot, probably even a little bit more violent Exercise can be sustained because the physical examination will be carried out after a while, I ca n’t help but worry that although reason tells myself that even if someone knows about these legs, it will not cause bad things, Dr. Ander ’s test is about to start. They will not stop me taking medicine at this time, nor will they break my legs again, but I still feel uneasy.

This may be because I want to treat my feet, no, it should be said that this abnormal state of recovery is a real hole card. I know very well that when a person loses all his tools, he can only rely on his own *

"What should I do? Zhenjiang" I touched the things that Jiang once did to me in that room with my left eye. If the dream can continue to be performed, will the same thing be performed again?

I was with three girls, sitting in the position of the fourth person at the round table, watching them making cards, and thinking could not help turning to the information from the color system that he learned from his mouth when he first met Dallas: "Coordinates" It ’s hidden in the hands of three girls, but first I have to get the crow in the room. I have been thinking about what the “coordinates” mean, and what the “crows in the room” are. The old dorms have been burnt down. Still exists?

I originally thought that "crow in the room" refers to the crow in the painting, and I did find a grave that was dug out according to the possibility of it, and encountered many strange events in the process. I didn't notice the connection between these events and the three girls, maybe I just ran into a coincidence

Instead, it traces the phantom of a girl also called "Morino", which not only fits the scene of the oil painting, but also the cards from her grave can be connected with the three girls

The question is, why does the color know, like prediction, know that these things happen to me?

Regardless of this point, is the "coordinate" hidden in these cards? What does this "coordinate" represent? Where is the color? Where to escape? Or a treasure?

I do n’t understand the idea of ​​tie color, and I ca n’t understand the significance of her approach, but now I can believe that tie color must be working for our future even if we are far away, even ca n’t see each other. Back view, but this thought makes me feel warm and makes me feel that I am not alone

Soon I dropped all my thoughts and said goodbye to the three girls. As usual, they would not respond at all.

I went to the cafeteria for breakfast, and then spent a whole morning at the doctor. Apart from injecting me with a lot of drugs, they still did n’t give me any medical report. I do n’t know if my legs were exposed, because from their expressions I do n’t see any anomalies, maybe they do n’t care, and I do n’t even notice at all, I really hope so

On this day, the drug did not bring me too many negative reactions, which made me feel that my body has really improved. When I think of the action tomorrow night, the long-lost energy is squeezed out a little. Since this afternoon, I am like Collect materials like that in the past, intend to make some tools

I will refer to the eight-shaped shape of the two wheels of the sports wheelchair, because the legs are already able to move, some auxiliary agencies can be canceled, in addition to making a protective clothing, creating a series of weapons and rehabilitation of the legs I can't help but recall the experience of running and jumping in the end of the world like a knight, and the gravity increase I experienced when I jumped from a tall building, but before I enjoyed that pleasure, I knew myself Need some tools to assist your feet in restorative exercise

I hope that tomorrow night, my legs will return to normal levels

The time is very tight. I stay in my room. Except that exercise is to make me feel hungry. This is a good sign. In the past, I did n’t have such a good appetite. At least this day, all the signs are showing that my body is doing well. Towards a change in the good, I began to feel relieved to make a diet plan with reference to the nutrition menu I saw. I began to recover and gradually increase my food intake. I might not be able to catch up with the action of tomorrow night, but I started again in the "Human Completion Plan" Before, there was enough time for me to recover and strengthen my body

In the early hours of the morning, I was lying on the bed with my hope. I hope, no, I should say, I still dream of Zhenjiang tonight. The hope made me toss and turn for a while, and my physical fatigue gradually blurred my consciousness. Go on

Still the room

Just like last night, I can realize that I am in a dream

A kerosene lamp was lit in the corner of the bed, and she was not seen in the dim light

When I opened my diary, I immediately realized that she was behind me. I turned around, and through the kerosene light, through the dark silk-like silk, I saw the pair of burning black eyes. Qing other facial features

The vague face is like the changing face seen in the mirror in the morning, both as the real river of the orphanage and the real river of the end world

"Achuan, Achuan ..." Her voice was entangled in my soul

There was a violent vortex in the eyes that made me unable to look away from me. I felt my soul seemed to change color in the blender. I could n’t speak, I could n’t breathe, and my body was imprisoned by a huge force.

A breath of death is coming

"I love you ..." she murmured

I opened my eyes wide, looked at another me from her eyes, and saw another me from the other eyes, so repeatedly, so extended ...

Until she extended her right hand, the electric light flint fell and inserted into my eye socket ~ www.readwn.com ~ dig out my eyeball

Even in the dream, the field of vision in the left eye was still dark. At the next moment, severe pain swept my brain, causing the body to twitch involuntarily

I still can't see her face clearly, I can't see her expression, and I can't speak, but I have no fear at all, I don't know what she is doing, it is like a vow

She took off her left eye with her hand. The left eye gave a living feeling, because the nerve attached to the end of the eyeball waved like a tentacle.

She inserted her left eye into my orbit, and my left eye into her orbit

Another intense pain, followed by unbearable itch, under the erosion of two extreme sensations, I clenched my teeth tightly to keep my voice out

I heard my teeth creak, and the eyeball nerves extend like my life, searching for something in one

At this moment, the dream woke up

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