Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I feel fear, fear makes me unable to move forward, but makes me try to conquer this fear. My body was burning, my mouth was dry, and sweat slipped off my forehead all at once. I felt like my feet were pouring a lot of lead, and my limbs were imprisoned by invisible shackles.

"Achuan?" Saki Ye seemed to feel nothing, shouting my name in doubt.

"I ..." I twitched the corners of my mouth, even though I didn't have a mirror, I knew what a barely stiff smile.

I seem to hear that there is a voice ridicule deep in my soul, this voice makes me angry, and the right hand lifts up as if not listening. I saw that I don't know when a revolver appeared on my right hand.

--shot.

The voice said so, it is not clear, but I think it is what it means.

--shot!

The voice became stern and clear, as if it came out of my mind as if it were the thought in my heart.

"Gun!" My mouth opened and closed involuntarily, and the vocal cords were not what my subjective will intended to say, but when I said it, this sentence became my decision.

Then the gunshots sounded.

The bullet was just shot normally, but I felt that it took away something in my heart and awakened something else. This bullet didn't completely dispel the strange existence that had been smashed. It was as if sinking into the deep shadow of the sea after being caught in the muddy shadow. However, to me, it seems a little different. I'm not sure if something has changed in myself. But if there is any difference from the previous one, it must be calm.

The invisible shackles that bound me were unlocked at this moment. I seem to think of many things, but it seems that I have n’t thought about anything, without fear and confusion, and the complex emotions and contradictory thinking that ca n’t wait to be poured into my mind become calm at this moment. The movement of the world seems to be slowed down at once, the madness and pain of the soldiers, Sakuya's silence. Hank's serious injury was on the verge of death, and scenes were slowly shown in Pinghu's mind. I was isolated, looking at everything from the perspective of a bystander.

In this lonely and peaceful sensibility, I noticed that there is really something blooming from the depths of the soul, growing and winding up, like a vine spreading on the trunk. It is impossible to tell whether this growth, attachment and erosion is good or malicious. It just exists. I don't even know what it is. Maybe it's "Jiang", maybe some kind of "Gaochuan" information, the only thing I know is that I am changing.

The magic lines on the inside of the wrist become extremely hot, like a red iron on the skin, making a noisy sound. I subconsciously pressed on the painful place, but suddenly found that a large number of Mars sputtered from between my fingers, these Mars are floating along my body. As these Mars spread. The patient uniform on my body has been replaced by a suit more suitable for "warriors". That is not a uniform. It can only be described as a "civilianized" armor kit made up of daily necessities and homemade weapons.

Dark red hooded multi-pocket waterproof windbreaker, long tube hiking shoes with iron blades on the sole. It is also obvious that steel model goggles, fingerless gloves, shin guards and armor were ordered in the model shop, and the outer side of the armor was equipped with a flip blade and a hook catapult. A revolver and a self-made crossbow were buckled on the belt, and there was a feeling of carrying a hard object behind him. I unconsciously raised my arm backwards and pulled out a slender object—that was an arrow, and the hard object behind was a quiver.

Then, I felt it again. My face was covered with something. I took it off and found that it was a mask of a clown mask.

"Quark." The voice burst from my throat, like a murmur, saying a name that I didn't impress too much, but when I said the name, I was familiar as if I had been with me all my life. .

The sound of flapping wings sounded at the top of the channel, and there seemed to be some kind of bird that responded to my call. They appeared in this boundary line from scratch, and within a 10-meter radius, black feathers fell. When I raised my head to find the bird, my shoulders sank slightly, and I saw it on my side. A crow stood on my shoulders, gently folded my wings, and stared at me sideways, its glass ball The eyeballs are deep and clear, as if telling me something, but I only see my face from the depths of its eyes-that is not my face, but a younger one, a 16-year-old boy s face.

The face of the young Gaochuan illusion.

Crow quark, murderer, corpse eater ... and I stared at the mask in my hand. The mask above is the "harlequin" in the drama-many words that seem to have meaning, but words that I can't fully understand flash in my mind. , I think I have understood, but, when I think about it carefully, there is no clear answer.

I can only guess that my changes at this time were really caused by the illusion of the young Gaochuan, and this secondary magic pattern on the inside of the wrist is the link to contact us. In this realm, the will of the deceased becomes the power of living me. I guess what it means to reproduce the power of the young Gaochuan illusion in me. Perhaps at this time, in the normal world, the brain hardware's Gaochuan information fusion rate has been forced to exceed the closed limit, but no matter what the result will be, I There is no ability to refuse, because, the will to shoot at fear is not owned by my Gaochuan personality.

The change at this time makes me feel that the footsteps of death are approaching again. Perhaps, the ultimate winner will be the illusion of the young Gaochuan, and he will also execute his own plan according to his own will. I probably cannot see that day. . However, even if death comes, I do n’t want to deny my existence, and I do n’t think that the super Gaochuan plan I ’m executing is a mistake. Even if my power to execute this plan comes from the illusion of the young Gaochuan.

If everything I do is wrong, what is the point of my birth and struggle?

All "Gaochuan" have the same goal, but the road has diverged at some point-at least, I think so.

I shake my arms. The blade on the outside of the armguard popped out with a clanging sound. The quick-sweep ability is activated. In perception, a "channel" penetrates the area between me and those weird existences in the blink of an eye. It is true that these weird existences involve weird and unpredictable ways of attacking consciousness, but if we are no longer afraid, if we can calmly face the pain in our memories, we can resist our regrets, helplessness and despair with strong will. The mysterious power above this attack of consciousness no longer needs to retreat.

I started Mercedes. The quark made a sharp piercing chirp and fluttered its wings again, and I couldn't see where it was flying to, but the black feathers still fell like flying snow. Before the sound from my ears stopped, I had arrived in front of the weird existence and the muddy black shadows that were constantly creeping and changing, and the quick-swept channel unfolded in a more complicated way, like a large net that wrapped this anomaly. These weird existences are constantly changing shapes and seem to be recovering. It's like expressing joy, making people feel. The fear and pain of the soldiers have become the nutrients that feed them and cause them to mutate. Their twists, creeps and changes gradually spread maliciousness, and the person closest to them has not been eroded by these maliciousnesses.

My mind is still calm.

Sprinting, jumping, waving arms calmly, the blade splits them again in a hurry, destroying them. disperse. There is a weird shape in the weird state, which is destroyed in an instant, and the rich color of the muddy black shadow gradually becomes dim. The blades of light sliding in the air repeatedly shuttled through their bodies, and intensive forces burst into their bodies. Their shapes were cut out in countless copies and thrown out.

Every attack, a strange shock reached my mind, reminding me of some things in the past, however. Since I was born until this time, my life is so short, so most of what I have seen is the experience of the "Gaochuan" in the past. No matter which "Gao Chuan" is full of bitterness, helplessness, despair and pain in his life cycle of personality, no matter whether he has been to "reality" or not, he cannot be perfect. Of course, this does not mean that they have only these unpleasant experiences in their lives, but only those negative memories that are awakened by these strange existences, refined and deeply distorted. The innumerable "Gaochuan" and the innumerable "pain" are like all the pain in the reincarnation, but only the pain, detonated at this moment.

Even just looking at the negative information that was further distorted in the explosion from the perspective of a third party, it was enough to make me feel paralyzed, my breathing stopped, and my brain was about to collapse. However, maybe I am lucky. I am no longer the Gaochuan in the past who was lost in the Gaochuan information in the past. The personality of "I" has begun to be independent. Therefore, I only feel the pain, not the personal experience. My life is so short, and I don't have enough negative experiences to join this detonating chain.

I still feel pain, and I still see some incredible illusions, but these illusions are not framed by my experience, but from the experience of those "Gaochuan" in the past, so I can always see They are just illusions.

The second-level magic pattern, the core will, further suppresses these illusions and pains, and does not let me get lost in this shock like the Big Bang.

The mystery from the illusion of the young Gaochuan was quickly crushed and erased by the power above the mystery represented by these strange existences.

In ten breathing time, when I stopped, these strange existence and silt and black shadow completely dissipated in the air. The instincts of the boundary environment gradually disappeared in perception. I think that because of the source of the mutation, the soldiers of the Hank team are losing consciousness, so the stimulation of the boundary environment is quickly weakened. However, if I did n’t wipe out the strange existence and silt shadow that had been mutated, these soldiers might not be able to live until the moment when the storm subsided. Moreover, the strange existence and silt shadow that absorbed a lot of negative consciousness would It becomes more difficult, and will not stop his actions because of the death of the soldiers.

The soldiers bound by Sakuya's gray silk have stopped struggling, and if they breathe lightly, it is impossible to be sure that they have not died completely. One of the worst hit was their interim chief, Hank, who had a hole in his chest. Even in this completely ideological space, his chest was still stained with blood. His hair was completely pale and dull. The skin is also wrinkled, as if aging a lot at once.

I don't know how long the Hank team can last, and there is no cure at this time.

"Achuan ... you're getting smaller, but it's not the same as when you were in high school." Saya said to me. She stood on the spot, the gray silk extended from her body wrapped around the soldiers of the Hank squad, and sutured their wounds. At this time, it seemed that a gray cocoon with only a head exposed was raised in the air. Swing gently in mid-air. Obviously trying to rescue these people, but giving people a predator's feeling of showing off their prey.

"Well, it can also be seen as a transformation. However, if I didn't change in front of your eyes, and suddenly met this look of me, can you recognize me? A night." I asked .

"Of course, no matter what Gaochuan becomes, it is still Gaochuan, isn't it?" Sakuya said in a natural tone: "I will never recognize it."

"This is really the most delightful thing today." I couldn't help laughing. Misaki's words filled my heart with warmth.

"What should I do now? Do I have to move on?" Sakuya glanced at the "cocoons of human heads" hanging in the air, and said, "They are about to hold on. But this is also something that cannot be done."

"If I don't continue, I can't think of a way to leave here." I said, and continued to walk in the established direction. The strange existence in front of it has been swept away, but it won't be long before there will be a new one.

"Hasn't Achuan been here several times? Is this called the boundary line?" Sakuya hurried a few steps and asked beside me. Regarding the question of the boundary, the soldiers of the Hank squad did not ask in detail when they were still awake. Maybe she felt that she had any concerns. The people of the Hank squad just shut their mouths and did not ask about this matter. There are also scruples. But for me, not talking about this topic. It ’s just troublesome, and I do n’t know how to explain it. Once asked about the source of the boundary, it will involve the existence of Jiang. It became an unexplainable problem.

Therefore, even if Sakuya now asks about the details of the boundary, I can only answer: "I have been there a few times, but I am not sure what is going on here and how to go out, but I know that I can go out. Yes, as long as there is an opportunity. "

"What exactly is the opportunity? Achuan." Sakuya asked.

"Maybe after obtaining important coordinates." I said: "Just like I got those coordinates before."

"I still don't understand, how exactly are these coordinates determined?" Sakuya's tone was full of doubts. If it wasn't for the face to be covered by the mask, the expression would be cute.

"Well, I don't know very well, but if you can use it, it's mysterious, isn't it?" Such words are not perfunctory. I really don't understand. I can guess the mechanism, but I can't describe the process. Because this boundary is so huge, and how complicated its mode of operation is.

Our footsteps accelerated in the conversation. Soon after the battle, those weird beings appeared again, and the number of occurrences became more frequent. On several occasions, we seemed to be squeezed into the crowd. One team's strange existence had not disappeared, the other team had already appeared nearby, and another team was catching up behind us, almost fitted with us. A large number of weird existences go forward and follow along in the same direction, making us feel more and more that we are approaching the source.

Soon after, we saw the body of the deceased. From the battle dress, it should be the colleagues of the Hank team. Although it is not clear about the specific situation, they are not lucky to have the Hank team in the immigration boundary. The soldier, lying quietly on the ground with a weird smile, was intact and not as scarred as the soldiers of the Hank squad, but he was completely breathless. I do n’t know what happened to them ~ www.readwn.com ~ Apart from the corpses in one place, no traces of fighting could be observed.

The attack they encountered seemed to be different from what we encountered. If they do not enter the boundary line by themselves, then the conscious walker with them should walk in front of us. After examining the corpses, we went on the road again. As we moved forward, the more corpses we saw, gradually, not only the soldiers of the 51st area, but also the uniquely dressed people, obviously from the mysterious organization, there were six Died here. I always feel that the closer to the source, the roads scattered in different directions are gradually converging. Perhaps, before reaching the source, all people entering the boundary will reach the same area.

I pulled the hood up to cover most of my face, although the characteristics of Misaki are very obvious. Although my appearance has changed, others may not necessarily see through my identity from Misaki ’s appearance, but it hides the total ratio It's better not to cover up. Moreover, when the shadow obscured my sight, I once again produced the feeling of calmness like a lake, the body that seemed to be very agile and flexible, became lighter-like a fairy floating in the shadow.

I grabbed Misaki and started the speed sweep to accelerate again. The strangeness of density has not only appeared beside us, but in front of the empty, they also rushed with their flashing figure. (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.)