Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

If we just treat human anatomy with a medical attitude, wouldn't this happen? However, only I can understand that the "thin play" emotion is like the poisonous seaweed hidden in the deep sea of ​​the spirit hún, exuding the smell of sulfur, swaying in the shadow of the reef like a phantom. . +? (. + bsp; \\ s * I ca n’t believe that emotion belongs to the depths of my soul, but the bad thing is that I ca n’t tell whether it really does n’t belong to me.

When analyzing this quietly appearing shadow from various psychological angles, trying to find out the evidence that the emotion does not belong to me, some illusion-like, unspeakable weird sounds and pictures continue to penetrate into the brain, I do n’t know, If you look up at yourself in the mirror, you will see something more terrifying.

The illusion is too weird, like a transmuted cloud in the sky, without a fixed shape. Sometimes it looks like a monotonous and familiar children's graffiti, sometimes it's ambiguous enough to seem familiar. The same is true of auditory hallucinations, like squeezing together the sounds heard in the first half of my life, containing walnuts, the pronunciation is inaccurate, squeaky.

I can tell the difference between the illusion and the normal world, which is like a film effect overlapped by poor technology, but in this illusion, the normal world seems to be quiet at once, only to hear the tap water flowing from the tap The sound, clattering, squeezed out other sounds in the world.

I vigorously rinse the blood and black oil on my hands. I can use psychology to explain my current mental state, but when I know the psychological treatment method to treat myself. But did not get the desired effect. I know. When I appear in this doomsday illusion, the changes inside the body and body must be more intense in reality. I do n’t quite understand what triggered this change, but if there is no brain hardware, I will definitely become a true ng disease ... No, I said to myself that I have already been a ng disease patient All patients with Doomsday Syndrome are ng God patients, but, if there is no brain hardware to control, as the condition worsens. The state at this time must be more serious.

I told myself that all changes in this world are reflections of changes in reality, including individuals, society, environment and so on. These changes are always sudden and dramatic, and now I have made this clearer.

Since the foundations that make up the world are all morbid things, then anyone and things that are built on this foundation are naturally morbid things, and this morbid nature naturally includes itself.

I have been constantly reminding myself that neither psychology nor physiology is a normal person. Don't use normal person's thinking to face everything that happens in this world-whether it is external changes or your own changes. however. As the longer I stay in this world, the effect of this reminder will be weak, probably because the sick people will not feel out of place in the sick world, so I always feel that I am a normal person.

The sudden change in my current psychology is probably due to this reason.

Only normal people will have this kind of dark emotion that feels "thin play" when dissecting the human body, is it terrified?

So, am I a normal person or a ng **** patient? Is it becoming a more serious ng **** patient, or is it becoming a normal person and resisting his morbid thinking and emotions? I think my thinking is starting to get confused.

This confusion can't even deal with the brain hardware completely.

damn it. Has the actual condition deteriorated again? Has the "Jiang" virus intensified physiological erosion again? Is it because I have been exposed to too many "sick bodies"? Although there is not enough evidence, I still subconsciously regard the devil and everything that has changed as a result of the relationship with the devil as a reflection of the "sick body". I was in direct contact with the demon summoned by the wizards in the incident of touching the train, and here I was in contact with the "paradise" yào agent made with the power of the demon, so. The reason why my thoughts and emotions suddenly became violent and chaotic must be due to being further "infected".

I listened to myself whispering to myself. Clearly knowing that this behavior itself is not right, but did not produce any feeling of something wrong.

On the retina screen, there are no images of the eight sceneries, Omi or others. They seem to be hiding, only the cold data is rolling. I turned my head down when I turned off the faucet, until there was a sound behind me to open the door.

"Are you okay? Achuan." Sakuya said behind her back, her voice a little hesitant.

"It's okay." My confused thoughts stopped abruptly because of this voice. I paused and said to her: "I'm sorry, I seem to be getting more and more strange." Because, if she knew Gao Chuan, a month ago, it wasn't what she looks like now. At this time, I really felt that I got more information, that my body is extremely strong, and that I have a brain hardware. In fact, ng God is not like what I thought it was. Gao Chuan is stronger. At least, it's no stronger than when the last Gaochuan died in that incredible battle at the junction of reality and doomsday illusion.

Not only do I have inherent limits on the ultimate potential, but also lower than expected in terms of ng God. I once again felt how far away I was from the ideal "Super Gaochuan".

"It's okay." I felt Misaki's body temperature. She hugged my waist in the back. "I know, Gaochuan, it's still Gaochuan."

"... Well." I heard her say that I felt a sense of redemption.

"Go back to the headquarters, we are going to have a big game tonight." I feel that my thinking and emotions have finally returned to the normal track. The previous chaos is like a bubble, and it has never existed before.

I turned off the faucet, I did n’t know how much liquid hand soap was used, how many times I repeatedly rubbed my hands vigorously, I stared at the hands and felt the stains in my heart were completely washed away. I was a little worried about what Sakuya had mentioned in the bedroom. I was afraid that Sakuya's performance in the bedroom was because the **** scene of the remnant cast a shadow on her heart. But Miyaki never mentioned those things at all. I did n’t show any negative emotions on my face. I carefully watched her eyes using the retina screen, and I would n’t let go of any clues hidden under my eyes, but Saki Ye seemed to have forgotten that scene, and it seemed not Take the scene at that time to heart.

I remember that at Sakuya, I never experienced such a **** scene tonight. From the past, she didn't like to watch movies that are reminiscent of disability and pain, whether it's on or off. What she likes is the happy soap opera, the happy ending. Even the process hopes not to have too many twists and turns. In my memory, Miyake ’s life has been very bland, even during the four years of college and those days when he was partnered with Gaochuan. Gao Chuan did not expose her to anything too negative. However, today, I staged such a brutal scene in front of her ... I never thought that there would be such a day, I have continued the idea of ​​the last Gaochuan, thinking that I can protect her very well Well, even if the whisperer has to face, it is a harsher future.

However, my behavior betrayed my thoughts when everything happened. I feel that this is the cruelest thing.

Misaki's normality seems to me the biggest abnormality in my eyes, but there is no way to face this super-abnormal situation.

Should I turn a blind eye? If not, what should be said to her? I thought calmly, there was no answer.

Therefore, I can only keep silent and move on. Leave the house and enter the elevator. Back to the headquarters. Before I got the weapon, I knocked on the door of the monitoring room. Apart from this room, I couldn't find eight views in other rooms. I know that Bajing has seen everything from my field of vision, and her departure seems to be sending me some bad signals. Misaki's state made me wonder how to proceed, but the words of Bajing. Maybe I can troubleshoot her-from the perspective of a psychologist.

The door of the monitoring room opened quickly. Eight scenes were sitting in front of the computer to process the data. The big screen played back everything I did in that bedroom. She took a sip of coffee from time to time and stared at the details of the slow motion playback— -The rotten wound itself, fresh tissue, and the constantly overflowing red and black liquid, just looking at the image, it seems that you can smell the pungent nausea at that time, including the characters' movements and expressions , Everything is so disgusting.

I think so, judging calmly, but leaving the scene halfway, as if not seeing the eight scenes that Ren had witnessed, his face did not change at all.

In any case, the details of her expression were the same as that of Misaki, and she could not notice any abnormal psychological fluctuations.

I can't describe the strange feeling I saw when they saw the performance of the two of them. It is a very contradictory feeling. If you forcibly describe it, it is probably "normal to make people feel abnormal". I squeezed the bridge of my nose vigorously, even a brain hardware that is good at rational analysis can't give an answer, which is really a headache.

"Eight scenes, are you okay?" I first asked Eight scenes who were watching the **** video with full concentration.

"What's the matter?" She seemed to hear something unbelievable and turned her head to look at it.

"No, I said, don't you think this image ..." I pondered the words and said, "A bit too bloody?"

Bajing still stared at me with that amazing look, his mouth chún moved, as if to say something, but I didn't hear her voice.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

The eight scenes tilted, it seemed to say something again, I still didn't hear clearly. I frowned and pulled out my ears, but now that the ears have been styled, they should not be blocked by excrement, and there is no problem with the auditory system in the self-check list.

Bajing stared at me and suddenly smiled.

"What's the matter? Achuan. What happened?" I heard her clearly.

"Ah, no, no." I paused, repeating what I said before, "Are you sure that you haven't seen any special reaction after watching these images?"

"Special reaction? Are you saying this?" Ba Jing suddenly put his hand into his chest and tore a large muscle to reveal the fresh internal organs. My brain is like being suddenly shocked, and I can neither think nor act. In my gaze, those living organs decay as fast as I enter the camera.

An invisible and powerful impact hit me. When I noticed it, the body and body had rolled backwards and flew back, hitting the door that I did not know when it had been closed.

bump!

Cracked wooden board. Inverted ground and sky hua board. In the decaying eight scenes, everything in the monitoring room suddenly freezes, and in the stillness that has frozen for even time, the field of vision is rapidly disintegrating.

"Achuan!" The sound in the field of vision has completely changed when the voice once again penetrated into the ear. In a splash of wood chips, I fell to the ground and slid backwards until the glass case was installed. The objects placed on the counter crackled and fell during the impact.

Misaki has turned into a rosa warrior shrouded in grey tights. I am not in the monitoring room of the headquarters, but in house 505, which should have left long ago. It was the door of the bedroom where the three young men who broke my stomach were the ones I was smashed into.

"Sakuya. What happened?" I got up from the ground and asked, to verify the answer I thought of.

"You entered the bedroom, and suddenly stopped when you touched the man." Sakuya said lightly, with a little nervousness. "Then you will be beaten by him."

He was in the mouth of Sakuya, who was supposed to be dissected by me, and he was a strong young man whose body and tissues were largely decomposed. The scars were not observed on the retina screen, not only him, but also the thin young man and young woman intact, still combined together and doing piston movement.

There was no change in the smell that permeated in the air and the smell that emanated from them. But, the three people stared at me and Sakuya in a playful manner. The thin young man leaned on the side of chuáng, vigorously playing with the undulating young woman in her arms, and looked at us with a subtle and condescending gaze, while the muscular young man's face showed a wolf-hungry expression.

"It really is you." The muscular young man shook his palm, his nails were like sharp blades out of the sheath, and the brush became longer, and the muscles of the entire arm were tangled and swollen, becoming unhumanly powerful. He bent down. Like a beast peeping at its prey, the claw tip was scratched across the floor, cutting three sharp nicks.

"The guy who has always been in trouble for us this month is you, is it a whisperer?" He smiled Canren. "Although they said not to confront you head-on, I still don't think how powerful you are."

Sure enough, what happened before was an illusion? I did not subdue the three, but fell into the illusion they created? Which of these three people created the illusion? It is more likely for the thin young man and the woman to start. In the recording of the retina screen, the decay effect prediction still exists, but there is no anatomical data.

Although the situation may seem a bit bad, in essence, there is nothing to worry about. Although they suffered a small loss, they did not have everything in their grasp as they thought. I'm not panicking at all, the brain hardware works very well, and too many things happen in hallucinations, but in the normal world it should be just an instant. Although I was slightly taken aback for being in a hallucination, this emotion was deleted as soon as it sprouted.

These three people are not sorcerers, and they can be transformed or have hallucinations. Are these forces brought by "paradise"?

In the presence of brain hardware, "can make me hallucinate, should be praised." But, if you think about it carefully, hallucinations are not the defense scope of brain hardware, "It is a pity, I often see hallucinations , The natural resistance is quite strong. "While speaking, I turned on the pseudo-swift ability.

Before the words fell, I rushed to the front of the strong young man. His face was stunned, but he just moved the right hand that became a claw, and I was holding his forehead. Then, continue to push forward and hit the wall. With a heavy and crisp impact, the wall cracked around the ground where the head was embedded.

The muscular young man didn't feel embarrassed because of this, but before he could swing his paw up, I had twisted the mutated arm.

The sound of broken bones sounded, which was very clear in the bedroom that suddenly fell quiet.

The young man groaned violently, and then I grabbed my hair and pulled it out of the wall. His face was twisted like a goblin, and then my knee was kicked. The vision became strange again. Everything in my eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of veil. I couldn't tell what shape was sliding in front of my eyes. I heard the rustling sound, and it seemed that there were creatures breathing behind me. The young man caught in my hand was also transformed in a flash, like a rotten and disgusting human-shaped piece of meat, the flame burning out of him and climbing up my arm. The field of vision is constantly flashing, turbulent in the clear and hazy, as if two layers of film with different patterns are interlaced. I didn't let go of the human form in my hand. When I turned my head, an inhuman shadow shook from the sky board, and it disappeared like a ghost.

Thin young people and young women are also clear for a while, and lose their shape for a while, as if the mosaic picture moves in a grid.

I know ~ www.readwn.com ~ I have been disturbed again by the illusion of gan, but this time the illusion is not as true as last time. I smashed the figure in my hands towards the two people, and my vision suddenly became clear again, and then I heard the sound of the collision, the three people stacked together like a sandwich. When they shouted shēn, I strode up. As soon as the thin young man made the sound of "you--", I put my hand in my mouth, broke my teeth, and grabbed the head of the she.

"Do you still want to talk?" I asked.

He nodded desperately with his mouth full of blood.

The woman screamed terribly, and my brain swelled a little, but just a moment, and then recovered. When I looked at her, she stared at me with more horrified eyes. I look back at the thin young man:

"So, I want you to tell me why you can live."

"You, what do you want to know?"

"Paradise." (To be continued ...)