Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I and Omi stood side by side in front of the spinning and weaving equipment. This equipment is very similar in appearance to the huge spinning and weaving machine that I once saw at the 33rd Research Institute of the Ruling Bureau, but the size and style are very different. . . +? (. + nbsp; \\ s * The sensory difference between the two is like the super machine in the future and the bulky and heavy equipment of the steam age. The rough pipe maintains its original color, just like a strip The rough-skinned python disk is on this device. There are a large number of buttons on the console that retain the original metal color, the buttons that can't tell the specific function, and a large number of indicators that don't know what it means. The data of the spinning machine, but this device designed after the preliminary reverse analysis of the personality preservation device, is full of similarities.

The personality preservation device can be activated even without any equipment, but Omi has not informed me of the specific process. In order to ensure the safety and facilitate the observation of its operation process, this trial equipment completed one week ago was finally put into use. Misaki is already inside, but the equipment is not running immediately. I ca n’t see Misaki ’s situation at this time. The bulky steam-style equipment is sealed tightly, and everything that is going on and going on in it will be transformed into The data was recorded by a special computer made by Omi, and the entire experiment process was also automated based on the prepared program.

I don't doubt Jin Jiang's ability, but I can't see Saki Ye with my own eyes. I still feel anxious in my heart. Even if it will be deleted immediately by the brain hardware, it will continue to breed like weeds. Although there have been many experiences of this rapid change of emotions. But I still feel a little uncomfortable at this time. This discomfort is like c soul summer communication. The temperature is ambiguous, and it is impossible to judge whether to increase or decrease the clothes on the body, so the body and body are in a sub-healthy state that seems to catch a cold at any time. Especially when this kind of anxiety is related to Sakuya, no matter how psychologically it is to unravel oneself, one cannot feel the slightest solution.

Omi has made many useful things, but all of them are experimental products to be tested, and I am the most ideal tester. According to past experience, these experimental products are indeed effective, but there are some unsatisfactory things. This device used in Misaki naturally is the same. Before it is actually used, it can theoretically work to achieve the most basic results, but it cannot be 100% determined that it can really be as perfect as theory.

Omi didn't say anything comforting. After observing with me for a while, I began to immerse myself in processing the data that had been transferred to the computer. She has always been confident in herself and has never tried to explain what she is doing. I think this is because she thinks that no one can understand her work, and the fact is the same. We ca n’t do more than just watching. Thing, and my assistant, more work is to test the products that her work is derived from. Apart from me, no one among the whisperers can bear the damage caused in the event of failure. Although, there has never been such a terrible life-threatening result.

"Countdown ten seconds." Jin Jiang's voice came from behind.

The electronic voice using Omi ’s voice as a template began to time. I stared closely at the textile equipment that could not be seen from the outside until the button was embedded by itself, and the indicator lights up one by one in a progressive mode. . The equipment makes a dull sound, like the gears are turning, like the sound of the engine, and like the sound of the intake and exhaust. The complex and metal-filled sounds were suddenly strong and weak. The whole research institute only had such sounds and appeared silent. It was impossible to imagine what was happening to Misaki in the device.

"How long does it take?" I turned and asked Jin Jiang, on the computer display. A large amount of inexplicable data is as clumsy as the tide, and the strange outlines cannot be seen with the naked eye. Because of the delay of the display screen, many afterimages constitute a three-dimensional illusion. Probably because this period of time is always in contact with "mystery", I once thought that the patterns formed by these afterimages are overlapping and rotating magic arrays.

"At least fifteen minutes." Omi has turned away from the monitor. "I heard about Father Sissen. If you want to enter the ruling board again, remember to bring some structures ... or that kind of cocoon. "The thing came back," Jin Jiang said while raising a platform on the floor in front of him. There was a glass cover on which a capsule was placed, just as big as an oral capsule.

"What is this?" I couldn't help asking.

"A derivative of the s organization." Omi said, opened the lid, took out the capsule, and threw it **** the ground, just like a cannon, a slight bang, the capsule disappeared, and it was replaced by a ten cubic meter container , "Pressure can trigger the organization to release a temporary data hedge space that is sealed. This temporary data hedge space does not only exist inside the box. In fact, the connected box itself is the creation of the temporary data hedge. The existence time of the box state Only one minute. Like other experiments, use it carefully. Of course, even if it explodes, I believe you will be fine, as long as you do n’t stay inside. ”She then clicked on a location of the container, there was no Any mark, again a slight croaking, the container changed back to the appearance of the capsule again, "Remember where I pressed, and press here to pack the box within a minute, otherwise there will be problems."

"It's magical." I took the capsules thrown by Omi and repeatedly observed them, trying to find out the mystery of them. However, there was no difference in feel to oral capsules. "Is there no other limitation besides aging?"

"It's very light weight, but if there is an object stored in it, even if it becomes a capsule, the weight of the object will be superimposed." Omi shrugged. "However, it is not a big problem for your strength. . The remaining questions need to be recorded after you use it yourself. "

"So, it's still not something that ordinary people can use, is it?" I said to myself to myself: "It's another restrictive item."

"For convenience. I have always carried out the initial design with your standards." Omi lifted his glasses. "I don't have time for further optimization. If it's not what you need, I won't spend time designing these things. I think those allies you find will be happy to help optimize."

"I need more left wheel bullets." I said: "Although the recoil of the pistol is not human, the effect is really great."

"I have set up an automated production line in the research institute." Omi said, pulling the chōu drawer and taking out a wheel-shaped ejector. In addition to the time machine, she is always a very kind of other research products. A casual attitude, "It is also a product that uses temporary data hedging space. It can be loaded with 500 rounds of bullets at a time. Because the s agency has been installed on the left wheel, it is temporarily impossible to transform this bomber directly into a runner. Otherwise, there will be conflicts for some reasons and functional destruction. "

"You mean. Temporary data hedging space will cause gan disturbance to each other?" I asked the bomber.

"It's not such a simple question." Jin Jiang didn't intend to explain it because she knew that I couldn't understand this too "professional" question.

I took out the left wheel, pushed the runner away, used the ejector, and after several confirmations, returned the weapon back to the gun pocket. Five hundred bullets, killing one wizard every two times, is enough to kill two hundred wizards. Will this encounter with so many wizards this time to support Father Sisen? I don't think so. Even if that place is the hardest hit by the Apocalyptic religion. Father Sisen did not explain the problems he encountered in the email, but if he was only a wizard, his strength was enough to deal with it. If the opponent was a master beyond the level of a formal wizard, no more bullets might be useful. This is also the reason why I need a file to help, but she carries a critical weapon.

"Anyway, be careful." Omi came up and hugged me. "If the monster named Eruka appears again, remember to run away."

I used a hard hug as a speechless answer. If there is a possibility. I also hope to be at ease with her in this underground research institute, but what can I do here? Her research does not need the cha hands of others at all, and no one can cha hands, what she is doing. It is the most "mysterious" study in this world, and the "Gate of Destiny" project is her hope. Her fun, her work, her instincts, her mission. And myself, there are things that must be done.

I do n’t know what kind of fate she will have when she finishes this research plan. She is not just a patient with doomsday syndrome. Her existence is so weird and unpredictable. Whenever I try to explore what happened to her The possibility is like standing by the abyss and looking down, only to see a deep, frightening black. I can only hope that everything will have a happy ending.

We embraced each other and felt each other's body temperature. At this time, I felt that I felt "happiness", even though this feeling would also be deleted by the brain hardware, but it made me feel that this is the proof of my existence. I'm like a gan dying desert, unable to keep happy water, but greedily drawing every drop of water.

The time passed so fast, the operation sound of the spinning equipment was weakened like a deflated ball, and when we separated, the institute had fallen into a quietness that almost could hear the heartbeat.

Jin Jiang quickly walked to the computer, and with her keystrokes, the lights of the device rewinded like the scene when it was first turned on, and one after another went out.

"How about Sakuya?" I was a little nervous, but under the influence of brain hardware, my voice was as cold as a steel plate.

"There is not much problem, but there will be some states similar to motion sickness." When Jiang answered, the equipment door had been opened.

The retina screen immediately outlined Misaki ’s figure. The restraint on her body opened one after another, her face pale, and she tried to walk down from chuáng, but she stumbled involuntarily. Before she fell out of the hatch, I rushed up Help her. Just stepping out of the spinning equipment, she immediately bent down and vomited all over her body. The whole body and body lost their vitality and softness, it seemed that only I could barely stand.

"It's okay, just eat some motion sickness." As Jiang said, he was ready to bring yào tablets and boiling water.

Miyaki swallowed the things with difficulty, and drank the water in the glass at a stretch.

"It's bitter, Achuan." She vomited her head and seemed to want to vomit, but it seemed not as painful as before. "What the **** is this? I feel that spirit hún is going to be chōu out."

Although she kept complaining. But I am still very happy because the experiment was successful. Omi is removing that personality preservation device from the device. In the observation window of the retina screen, on the large chip of the nail, the light flashing like a glimmer of light outlines the mysterious lines.

"Ah, it's something similar." I replied this way: "It can save your spirit."

Miyaki raised her head and looked over with weird eyes, "Save the spirit hún? I don't know that Achuan is also surrounded by occultism."

I shrugged and said, "It's easier to understand if you explain it this way. But I don't know the details."

"Isn't the sister Jiang Jin also clear?" She asked.

"Do you want to listen to her explanation?" I asked rhetorically. Miyaki glanced at the river that was about to return to the computer, and spit out her head happily, without further questioning. Anyway, Omi will use words that everyone seems to understand literally. Let's make a completely confused explanation.

"Achuan is going out together?" Sakuya stared at me.

"Well, there is nothing I can do to stay here anyway." I answered without hesitation.

So, after a rest in Misaki night, and feeling more comfortable, we said goodbye to Jin Jiang and returned to the ground. Misaki breathed the air outside in an exaggerated posture, as if he had held it for several lifetimes. "It feels like I'm alive again." She said that, obviously, during the experiment, she suffered enough. Ask her about the specific situation in the experiment. But she didn't quite understand it herself, and she could still only use the expression "Ling hún was chōu light". Except before and after the experiment, the whole process was completely in a dim state of consciousness. What happened during the period, I couldn't remember it even after waking up.

"If the spirit hún can be saved, that is to say, even if I die now, can I be resurrected?" After recovering the ng god, Sakuya asked me optimistically.

"Maybe. But, Omi also doesn't know how to chōu out of the hún from the inside." I lied because this personality preservation device was completely destroyed in the world. Until the "Gate of Destiny" really works, it will never be used again. Super Dorothy said. Through this personality preservation device and the ng **** unification device that has not been seen, the three girls have lost and collected the personality consciousness in the script in the doomsday illusion, and they will "put back" their real bodies. In the body, however, how do these non-material things come into contact with the real matter? I can't figure it out, is it to let the reality of them into the illusion of doomsday? Everything is in the super color system and Super Dorothy's plan, they did not disclose more information. Moreover, the reason why the bodies and bodies of the three girls did not collapse is probably because this broken state of personality consciousness produced some unknown effect. Once their personality consciousness reorganization is completed, will their bodies and bodies What about a deteriorating chain reaction? The same cannot be determined. No matter what angle we are in, it is totally unreliable. It seems to be just wishful thinking, just like walking on a wire rope in mí fog, but we can only go on like this. There is no escape route and no choice.

This is really, how sad and desperate.

I hugged Misaki tightly, and she seemed startled, but she quickly softened and hugged me.

"What's wrong? Achuan."

I didn't answer, just hugged her so tightly.

As night fell, we seemed to have nothing to do with the whisperers to gather, eat, drink and have fun. The girls are very happy. When they are playing, there is no sadness surrounding them, just like the demon from the world. I sat on the balcony with Shirai and stared at them through the floor-to-ceiling windows, drinking chōu cigarettes without a word. There seems to be a tacit agreement between us. There is a warm power from the glass window, like a sieve, to filter the air here to be pure and beautiful He Shirai gradually became intoxicated and did not want to break this tranquility with any murmur.

Such parties take place every few days, but no one has ever felt too frequent and is becoming boring. If such a day can last forever, I ca n’t help thinking about it, but this extravagant thought is ultimately unreal, and no one can stop the advancement of the script.

The party didn't last long. It was like the sun would finally set. Maybe everyone had the hope that it would rise as usual the next day. After Morino and Shirai left, I and Sakuya also left the headquarters, strolled around the street for a while, and then drove away someone else ’s car in a parking lot with skillful tricks, and went to the suburbs for half an hour. Drive to the airport.

When we arrived, the flight with the file and others had not arrived. Sakuya and I bought a burger and ate while looking at the long runway from the glass window. The lights flickered, stars like pearls in the night sky flowed down, and loud noises came from everywhere in the airport, but when I and Saki Ye stood side by side, my heart was so peaceful, everything except us The phenomenon has become an irrelevant background. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)