Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The passage is not straight, and there are many forks and doorways on the way. However, compared with checking all the roads and the rooms in the door, the sound from the distance is undoubtedly more attractive. The place where the sound sounded was not in the field of vision, nor in this channel. If you run straight along the channel, you will find that you can't get close to that place. I walked through a lot of roads according to the position of the sound. They seem to take me to where I want to go, but this is not the case. These roads will turn around on the way, or they may be a dead end. I feel like I'm spinning around where the sound came from. The sound lasted for quite a long time, including gunshots, percussion sounds, vocals and sharp sounds that made the scalp numb, etc. These sounds were confused Together, after a long distance of reflection and shock, it reached me and has become a mess.

To find out exactly what these sounds contain, I think it is a very difficult thing. The only thing I can be sure of is that there are people there.

Nevertheless, there seems to be no direct path to where the sound comes from where I am. After sprinting and even using the speed sweep super energy for more than ten minutes, I once again lost my position when fighting the evil dog, but I did not reach the sound. The voice gradually dissipated ...

I stopped and turned around helplessly, looking around the empty space. This boundary is too big, it is like a labyrinth. It must be the same as the base structure in the normal world. Although you want to find the spiritual integration device quickly, if there is no more clues, you can only choose according to your own feelings. The direction of progress, however, at this time, I have no sense of where to go-before that, I was chasing those strange human and non-human strange existence, chasing the anomalies that appeared around by coincidence.

Now, when there is only the most thorough person left, I feel that this piece of sight is empty. It's so cold. It used to be the same as before, but only at this time a sudden sensational change occurred. People can't help but wonder if they will wander in this world alone. Maybe there will be no more danger. But there is no real way out until death.

I shook my head and threw this feeling of clarity into my mind. I know, I just know that nothing happens now. But there are always things that will give me clues to move forward again.

I exhaled, and suddenly found that this breath turned into a white mist after spraying out my mouth. My soul is still burning, but. The temperature seems to have dropped? Thinking like this, it seems to have become a fact, my body has goose bumps because of the sudden cold.

The temperature drops quickly and the skin begins to become tight and stiff. This change is like a range anomaly. When I kept walking forward, I soon found that hoarfrost had condensed on the walls on both sides. After a while, there was a light mist floating in the air. I stomped hard, and the temperature finally stopped falling at this time.

This time I entered the boundary. Compared with the previous two, there are more obvious enhancements, and the encounters are more abundant. However, the negative emotions generated by the surrounding environment before me prevented me from completely erasing the idea of ​​"going back." How to return to the normal world? I have no idea at all. I am not an expert like Long Aotian. There is no "mystery" in consciousness, just a passive conscious walker.

The entry and exit of this boundary is entirely dependent on the power of Jiang, but the problem lies in it. I can't expect "Jiang" to do what I said.

Although, Long Aotian knew some information about consciousness walking. I have also obtained a second level of magic patterns, which may be regarded as gains, but the most critical goal has lost clues at this time. In fact, I was also a little surprised. I thought that those anomalies that seemed to guide me in a coincidence should not disappear so quickly. The "jiang" that created this boundary line can be completely conscious of everyone in the 51st district. In the process, find the clue to the destination and splice and present it, unless—

In the collected consciousness, the clues about the spiritual integration device are all missing the most critical part. If no one knows it, the borderline is naturally impossible, but I think this possibility is not too high. Someone will always know what that thing is and where it is hidden, otherwise, there will not be so many fights. The person with the idea.

Perhaps, this part of the clue is only known by a few people, and is hidden in the very hidden consciousness. It has some kind of shielding power, which can effectively prevent conscious walkers like Long Aotian from stealing secrets. This possibility is very great. In this world, it is impossible for only Long Aotian to possess the "mystery" of consciousness, and the fifty-one area where the spiritual integration device or device fragments are preserved and studied, and the achievements in the spiritual consciousness barrier are also It is not unthinkable-even, this kind of achievement can prevent "Jiang" from snooping through the boundary line in a short time, and it is not entirely impossible.

The “mystery” presented in the surface experiment site in the 51st area is not worth mentioning. It is used as the “mystery” of the transaction in the plan, and there is no place to praise, but the structure of the underground base itself, whether it is The corridor, or the hidden door, or the leisure service center, is indeed a kind of "mystery" beyond the standard of appearance, coupled with the complex background of the 51st district, if they are so weak that they will be gathered here by the mysterious organization Invading at random, and being mysteriously organized by the mysterious organizers to take away all their own achievements, that is a ridiculous speculation.

The sudden calm in the boundary line and the lack of clues are no longer so unacceptable after careful analysis. I keep turning my mind, which helps me to ignore the cold flooding the passage. I don't know how long I walked. After the last fierce noise disappeared, only my footsteps echoed in the whole channel.

I still can't see anyone other than myself, I can't hear any sound other than myself, and I can't observe any anomalies other than myself. No enemies, no people, no surprises, nothing here. In a world in which white mist floats, some are just solitude.

I entered a room again. I thought it was the same as what I had entered in the past, as if time had solidified at the moment when the owner disappeared, but this time, there were some interesting differences.

When I opened the door, where I could see. The landscape is no different from those dorm-like rooms. The host should be a female. Judging from this, the room is not full of femininity. In fact, the visual elements in the room are very thin in femininity. In addition to women's **** underwear on the sofa and women's magazines on the coffee table. There is no more element that reflects that the owner of this room is a woman. However, these are not the point, the point is that after I stepped in the door-

I entered the room and then. The scene observed outside the door suddenly made some subtle differences. This difference is probably caused by the sudden dimming of the light, perhaps the sudden deepness of the hue, or the taste in the air has become different. Perhaps something more subtle and difficult to perceive directly has changed. In short, although it is difficult to describe in detail, but it really makes people feel that something happened.

If this is also an anomaly, it is really gratifying.

I paused. Feel the changes in this room with your whole body. Unconsciously, the white mist already exists in the room. This room is quite spacious, and there are several compartments for different purposes, such as the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. I did not conduct a site survey. But after entering the door, you can roughly distinguish these compartments from some details. Of course, both before and after I entered. No one was in this room, but it was not deserted for a long time. More like the owner is temporarily away. This is no different from the rooms passed by in the past.

However, when the white fog diffuses in the field of vision-I can not observe the process of the rise of these white fog, it seems that in a blink of an eye, it appears-the location of the kitchen and bathroom, the sound of running water comes, accompanied With some small noises, people feel that the owner of the room is inside.

I grabbed the fire axe and walked lightly towards the place where the sound came. I carefully observed the situation along the way, but, besides the sound, there was no more movement, until I reached the bathroom door, the sound became the sound of toilet flushing. I kicked open the bathroom door hard, but did not greet any screams and attacks, because—

There is nothing but the seated toilet that has been used. The water gurgled into the toilet pipe, but the person who was supposed to be here didn't exist in the field of vision.

The blood red characters filled the bathroom walls: "I saw him again, I was scared, he was dead, but appeared in front of me again. I think he is not real, but why did I walk in There, you can always hear his voice? Seeing his face? I know that I should not enter that place again. I swear, I will never enter that place again. God, are you there? "

The handwriting seems to have just been written, the paint has not dried up, and continues to fall along the wall. The paint was so bright red and bloody, but it did n’t have any **** smell. I stepped forward and touched it with my finger. It seemed to have life. The font is out. I think something has changed in this place. The smell of change is spreading in the air like a smell, becoming more and more intense, making me not want to stay here again. When I was about to turn around and leave the bathroom, the bathroom door closed shut, and my back was cold again-like a seemingly involuntary will monitor my movements, my intuition Tell me, it's not that "Jiang" is doing it.

Before I understood the meaning of the sentence, the blood-red characters twisted and evaporated like countless earthworms.

The disappearance of these words is like a signal. I have a deep sense of falling into the trap. Perhaps as I guessed before, the silence of the boundary line for a period of time is not due to the people of the 51st district's mental integration device. The cognition of related information is blank, but because these pieces of information are hidden too deeply. These words are indeed clues dug up by "Jiang", but my contact has inspired this part of the safety insurance.

Perhaps what makes me feel wrong is that it is the counterattack to the outsider who has peeped at these clues that has caused the current changes.

I thought, whose words are full of sadness and fear, who will come from? Is it the owner of this room? Are you working women in this 51st district? Is it a researcher or official with great authority? Is the place where she went the place where the mental integration device was placed?

If you connect the clues I have collected so far and imagine them, I think most of the answers are yes, maybe, if you find the master of these words, you will get a direct route to the end. However, before that. I have to leave this room-the mutated smell in the air, accompanied by the seemingly involuntary will, has really turned into a smell, like rotten organic matter, like a burnt smell. It makes people sick. However, once nausea begins, I feel that this extremely sad feeling is incubating an exceptionally wonderful.

Yes. I feel that this is not normal. It is like extreme things are hatching another extreme things. If you continue, it will make you reverse alienation. I do not know. What will become after the reversal, but that must not be what I hope to become.

The situation now is as if poison gas is seeping into the bathroom.

I twisted the door handle hard, but there was only one Caracalla sound, I pulled it hard, the door rattled, it seemed to be crumbling under my force, but it also gave me another feeling-it will always Stay in this crumbling state. But it will not really be destroyed. I backed off and chopped the door with a fire axe. The effect was not bad. The door panel was smashed into a slit, and I cut several times along this slit. Finally, in a crisp sound, a large piece of wood was completely broken, and the head of the fire axe was embedded, followed by a loud noise. A force intercepted the axe from the outside.

I pulled back the fire axe and took a closer look. I don't know when, many thick iron chains were tied outside the door, like a insurance for this door. I exhaled a white mist, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a bit. Looking out from the gap where the door broke, the mist that filled the room seemed to become more dense. However, after breaking the door, the maddening smell was slightly diluted.

I was about to make a bang and smash this wooden door first, but then, I heard the sound from the outside before I even hacked it a few times. It seems that someone opened the front door of the room and walked in. The guy's pace was heavy, his movements were slow, and he was dragging some metal object, making a rattling sound every step of the way. I don't know if this guy is a friend or an enemy, was it disturbed by my destruction, so I entered this room. The current situation is special, and no matter how bad it is, it will not be too much. The narrow environment, the strange experience, all the factors seem to be aimed at the power I have. Although I don't think I will die in this place, the strange changes in ideology cannot be taken lightly.

I slowly put away the fire axe and affixed it quietly to the door, without even trying to use the gap in the door to observe the coming guy. Long Aotian said, do n’t focus on those weird beings, treat them as nothing, no, to be precise, do n’t even look at them, do n’t take the initiative to have any relationship with each other, and do n’t have any emotions about them And inherent cognition-in the world of consciousness, you ca n’t evaluate what the other side is and what terrible characteristics it has, because everything comes from consciousness, especially in this boundary line connected by the consciousness of most people. In consciousness, everyone's consciousness interferes with each other, including the existence of our own self-consciousness.

Of course, I can't close my eyes completely and think of myself as an ostrich. I hung my eyes on the ground, silently counting the distance of the guy outside. Judging from the sound he made, it was closer to humans. He walked on the ground with his feet on his feet. His body was huge and heavy. The object dragged in his hand was probably a chain. The chain dragged on the ground made a jittering collision sound. However, at the end of the chain, It is also tied to a large and heavy object.

This guy is closer to ~ www.readwn.com ~ This room is brightly lit, but like dusk, the thick white mist further weakens the brightness, and a large shadow is projected on the ground, when the big guy approaches At that time, its shadow first entered the bathroom.

The outline of the shadow is very clear, it is a humanoid, but it is not a human monster-the head of the shadow is the head of a goat.

Closer, a pair of wings grew behind the shadow. Although standing on two feet, it was the shape of a reverse joint.

These clear forms outline a more specific image in my mind, and it is a very familiar image-a classic demon in occultism.

However, it does not have cold weapons like a sickle and a trident in its hands, just dragging the chain. Perhaps the heavy object attached to the chain is its weapon. It has a bulky pace, but it does not mean that it is the same when fighting. Moreover, it is not a demon in the ordinary sense, it should be the product of a certain consciousness, it is a kind of insurance, an antivirus program. No, perhaps, precisely because its essence is ideology, derived from human cognition of demons, it is more suitable for the true face of demons. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)