Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

-I am here, watching your death.

Uncontrolled thinking is like another Gao Chuan's speech.

My spirit split into two halves, a distinct gully, presented in the dialogue of thinking. On this boundary, standing here is me, and standing there is the faint teenager Gaochuan Phantom.

Just like seeing him in the borderline, the repetition of the scene, although not without new information, but it is this kind of image repetition, let me know that at this moment, the vague phantom, It does not really exist. The split spirit is in an ambiguous state. It breeds, hatches, waits, uncontrolled thinking is still my thinking, but it is also a profound one that seems to be transformed into a true omen at any time.

I am not only talking to myself, but also to this teenager Gaochuan Phantom, even though, at this time, he is just a phantom, a part of the information collection from the depth of the body and spirit of "Gaochuan", which is dead but incomplete The deadly existence is about to come alive, but there is no real resurrection.

"Gao Chuan, Gao Chuan, Gao Chuan, Gao Chuan, Gao Chuan, Gao Chuan ..." My uncontrollable thinking constituted a vague young Gao Chuan illusion, with a strange, difficult tone to capture its meaning, chanting our name. But it was just nagging the name.

Then, the thinking teenager Gao Chuan turned his eyes away from my face and cast it behind me. This is a very peculiar feeling. He, who is composed only of thinking patterns, does not look with my eyes, but the result of chain judgment. In the past, chain judgment, as an observation method without dead angles, does not exist in such a state that is specific to a certain direction, and its observation. It is impartial and brings everything to mind. But at this moment, the uncontrolled thinking activities made me feel "watchful".

"Confirmed, this is the thing." He said.

I looked down his eyes. In other words, this kind of "gazing" thinking has become what I can dominate. So, I saw that familiar, ambilight. But the things that can't see the outline float in front, like a ray of light.

"That's ..." I stared at the colorful thing in front of me, repeating what I once said in the realm. I didn't mean to do it on purpose, just, naturally, I did. It seems that he has also become a reader-writer, and from the perspective of spiritual consciousness, he returned to the moment when he saw the illusion of young Gaochuan in the boundary line.

The illusion of the young Gaochuan in consciousness is clear again.

"Spiritual integration device." Young Gaochuan's illusion is just like that, and answered me: "Be careful, it's about to start. What time do you intend to be stubborn? Well, it doesn't matter, I can understand because I am Gaochuan too . "

Yes, in the boundary line constructed by "Jiang", we are like this, confirming the existence of the spiritual integration device. He described his own existence and purpose, and the significance of his existence, and the little-known interaction behind the scenes. He didn't force me to do it in the past. It is the same now, he hopes I can agree with him, but obviously, my answer now is just to repeat the decision of that time.

although. I ca n’t deny that he knew about the relationship between “Gaochuan” and “Jiang”, and I ca n’t ignore his warning. However, I do n’t agree with him now, recognize him, to refute my past actions and ideas, because, That simply denied the significance of my existence of Gaochuan in this world. I can't confirm whether the juvenile Gao Chuan's cognition and choice are right or wrong. I'm not so flexible, so smart, and advancing. His commentary, the impact on me is extremely profound, it seems, that is the case. Perhaps it is really the case-as Gao Chuan, it is a ridiculous and contradictory act to execute the plan while excluding Jiang. "Jiang" is no longer the "virus" of the past. Its connection with "Gaochuan" is closer than any researcher imagined. It has already existed as one. Simply treating it as a "virus" and distinguishing it from "Gaochuan" is already impossible.

Even so, even so!

Nor can I deny the meaning of my existence. In the past, Gao Chuan, Super Color and Super Doroth made plans, and I was born to execute this plan. If the plan is wrong from the source, is it not a mistake for me to be born? In the past, everything that Gao Chuan, Super Color System and Super Doroth worked so hard to do was wrong? -I cannot accept this setting.

If there is a choice, if everything that the young Gaochuan Phantom said is true, I would rather believe that the plans that we people carry out under an arrogant conception also promote the truth described by the young Gaochuan Phantom. I would rather believe that our plan, and the plan of the young Gaochuan Phantom and Jiang, are not completely in conflict. The "something, state and situation" that can truly end everything must be achieved through such conflict.

If I think so, I have a reason to continue to follow my original decision.

I continue to persuade myself to make up for my choices. I want to convince myself that my existence is neither wrong nor "unnecessary." Even if it ’s self-deception, I ’m doing this to prevent myself from collapsing. For normal people, such a situation is described as "drilling the horns of a bull's horn", which is likely to cause psychological and mental abnormalities. However, for a person who is not normal, a patient with a doomsday syndrome who is a serious illness, and a schizophrenic who has a clear goal since birth, this is to let himself exist and have to do Things.

What is oneself, the meaning of oneself existence, the reason of oneself alive, what makes oneself oneself, for others, do not need to think, do not need to get clear answers to the question. However, for me, it is a question that must have an answer that can be justified.

I kept thinking, explaining, and answering. The split, divergent thinking, which is like talking to another self, is also refocused. With the reintegration of thinking, the faint teenager Gaochuan phantom in his mind. It disappeared again. The gully between us can no longer see the shape.

However, I know that it just looks complete. Things that have changed are like splashed water. It will not be completely restored. At least, I can't get it back to what it was.

From the perspective of these activities, the exchange of information, self-thinking, and spiritual integration are quite long. however. Compared with the outside world, it is a very small moment.

The frozen black and white world is gradually recovering its original color and its original movement scale as I escape from this abnormal state.

I turned around in the air, just before the distance. It has been more than 100 meters away from the battle with the Spade Wizard. The expanding fire cloud produced by the explosion has already stopped at the limit. Only the scorching breath remained, with the aftermath of the shock, going away from both sides of me.

call--

The wind screamed loudly, and the mist in the air circulated heavily.

From participating in the battle. By the end of the battle, I had a fight with the Spade Wizard, but only a few times. As far as the original goal was concerned, I did get what I wanted, and my spirit was once again concentrated, thinking was running under control, but the process was completely different from what I thought.

This frightening battle has made my alienation even deeper.

I think back. It seemed to be your own thinking, and it was like the talk of the young Gaochuan Phantom-I watched your death.

This time, "death" is no longer my hunch, but the actual word, echoed in my mind.

"To death. Is it another step closer?" I muttered to myself. The body instinctively turned sideways and raised the arm blade to block several invisible attacks.

Judging from the feeling from the arm, it is probably a weapon like a knife, and even some aggressive gray fog spells, which were thrown over in an unobservable form. The continuity of the Spade Wizard ’s conscious spell is really amazing, the active consciousness is blinded, and only the body instincts react in time.

And this instinct has exceeded the intensity of the past, so I have to think that the meeting with the junior Gaochuan phantom has activated more combat information from him. However, it is only combat information. I still don't know anything about his past. His information has always been sealed up, and he can only guess from the side through the clues that appear from time to time.

Even the fighting instinct is enough to make me stalemate with the **** wizard. No need to think, no judgment, no need to pay attention to everything observed by the eyes and chain judgment. It doesn't matter whether those are true or false. The body will act naturally, and it is extremely accurate.

The fierce and intensive fighting keeps repeating. The gray fog spell used by the **** wizard, except for the conscious spell, is not much different from the ordinary formal wizard, which also proves that "the conscious spell is her elite. The conjecture of the wizard's inherent spells. Consciousness spells, in the face of the mystery that I possess, cannot achieve the attack effect, and can only be regarded as an auxiliary spell that is difficult to crack. In addition to the normal gray fog spell, the attack that the Spade Wizard relies on is the solid body and fighting skills. Judging from the feeling of several contacts, her aggressive gray fog spells are all extremely fragile under the blade of my arm, radiating like bullets, flexible and insidious like snakes, or changing into weapons and Armor, as long as I am struck, it will be destroyed directly. On the contrary, when she strengthens her body through the gray fog spell and directly hits with her fist, she can be a threat.

At first, I was still in the downwind and I was hit several times. If under normal circumstances, my nose will be blue and swollen, and the seven holes will bleed, but probably because of the existence of the state of consciousness, this appearance of injury did not appear, but The damage received when hitting was really real. After several blows, I was used to letting go of my body instincts, and then gradually regained my advantage. In the end, I was in a seemingly empty place in the speed-sweeping gallop, repeated several times in disguise, and the swift swing of the arm blade came the feeling of splitting.

There was blood, which oozed out of the air.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the **** wizard on the other side disappeared. The real body appeared in front of my eyes from the bleeding air. She glanced at her arm, and a wound was clearly there, although the bone was not visible, but also bloody.

The state of consciousness, this obvious injury, in various senses. The consequences are more serious than normal physical injuries.

In fact, there is no absolute distinction between consciousness and body in this doomsday illusion.

After all, in terms of "reality". The existence of doomsday illusions is originally a product of consciousness.

The flesh of these people in the normal environment of the Doomsday Illusion is just a "relative" flesh that only makes sense in the Doomsday Illusion, and enters the ideological world in the Doomsday Illusion. Obviously it is an ideology, but because of consciousness, it has a body that looks like a flesh-in psychology, it is actually a manifestation of individual self-restraint.

In any case, as humans, we need a "body" as a container. For self-observation, this body must match our personality consciousness. Without this "container", it is easy to lose the "self" and the characteristics of the "individual", and the mismatch of the "container" will cause the "self" and "individual characteristics" to mutate.

Whether in the ideological world. Still in the illusion of doomsday, or in "reality", the correspondence and mutual influence of this "container" and "self-personality consciousness" are the same. The end of losing the "container", whether in "reality" or in this ideological world, is already very obvious-L, the source of light and heat, no matter which one, will definitely not be an individual with characteristics Self-existence. Life forms that are craved under normal circumstances.

Conversely, when the "container" is destroyed, whether this "container" is the body of "reality", or the body of the normal world in the illusion of doomsday, or the body constructed by the subconscious mind in this ideological world, It will make people feel a threat of survival instinct. The more serious the injury, the greater the sense of threat, and the body that is directly condensed by consciousness is hurt. This threat is more than in "reality" than in "doom illusion." The feeling in the "normal world" is magnified multiple times.

The physical trauma in "reality" will be fed back into the consciousness-mapping body of the illusion of doomsday. If the consciousness in the illusion of doomsday is sneaking into the ideological world, then it will also be fed back into the form of the ideological world. The reverse is also true. The influence is progressive.

Although the body in the illusion of doomsday is the mapping of consciousness, and the form in the ideological world in the illusion of doomsday is also the shaping of consciousness, concepts and cognition lead to the interference of the essence of "consciousness" between the two in depth, and Directly, it is different.

Although, the operation of the entire Doomsday Illusion is based on the consciousness of the patients of the Doomsday Syndrome, there is no need to distinguish between consciousness and subconsciousness. But here, you can see the body in the illusion of doomsday as a superficial consciousness, and when you enter the ideological world, the consciousness involved is a more inner consciousness. As the description of "the boundary is very close to the existence of the collective unconscious", any ideological world entered in the illusion of doomsday is this kind of ideology, which is more in-depth than normal.

The deeper the consciousness, the greater the impact once it is hurt and the feedback to the more superficial consciousness.

As a senior conscious walker, the Wizard of Spades cannot be unaware of this. Her body is cut here and her arm is severely bleed. Although there is only this wound, her arm is not broken. In terms of "consciousness", It is also a very serious trauma. What's more, she and I were aware at this time that my conscious body, even if it was attacked, would not appear to have a surface injury, and she wanted to "eliminate" this bleeding and wounded state, but she could not do it anyway. To.

It can make the wound disappear, but not the wound. In the state of consciousness, it also represents a different meaning.

This is a gap.

I have a lack of experience and ability in consciousness walking, but it seems that I am better than the wizard of spades in terms of "talent".

The wizard of spades frowned, and the mask close to his skin showed this action meticulously. When she turned her eyes back to me, a more violent, aggressive, violent breath spewed out from the pores around her. It was so violent that it seemed that even the gray mist around it was torrenting. .

At this time ~ www.readwn.com ~ a figure suddenly appeared behind her, silently reaching out to her neck. The guy who attacked was not slow. Of course, to me, it was quite dull, but the Spade Wizard didn't react until it was about to touch the neck of the Spade Wizard. It was too late to release the Grey Mist spell. She was short and counterattacked with body skill, but it was just a guise to shake her body, and she was ten meters away from the place.

At this time, the figure of sneak attack was finally clear in the eyes of the wizard of **** and me. He maintained his posture to reach out, and walked out of the haze as if pushing a door open.

"You--what is that guy?" The Wizard of Spades asked again, in a spirited manner.

"Long Aotian." The caller replied without changing his face, his body fluctuating slightly, as if being hit by some force, a ripple appeared.

I think it was the phenomenon that occurred when he blocked the conscious spell of the Spade Wizard.

"It's useless. If, your ability is only this way." Long Aotian said, staring at the Spade Wizard. (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. For mobile phone users, please read at m.)