Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I saw the illusion of the young Gaochuan again. Before one blink, he was still a blurry shadow. The next blink, he sat next to me, where it was originally Sakuya's position. Misaki was not replaced by him, and there was no other place between Misaki and me that appeared suddenly. In terms of the position structure in the cabin, this insertion should have been extremely abrupt and unharmonious, but at this moment, it made me think that there should have been such a position that belongs to the phantom of the young Gaochuan, but, looking at it The head is still as symmetrical as before, and it doesn't stretch out.

Such a weird scene did not surprise me. Since hallucinations appeared in front of my eyes, it is not surprising how abnormal the phenomenon is, and the brain hardware still operates as usual, limiting my emotional ups and downs. Besides, there have been so many illusion experiences before, and the reappearance of the young Gaochuan illusion is not unpredictable. Why did he appear at this moment? How has my body and spirit changed? In calm thoughts, these questions circled, but I did not take the initiative to pursue the answer.

Blinking again, the high school student's appearance of Gaochuan Phantom, the school uniform has been replaced by the crimson coat, which is exactly what I look like in the ideological world, fully armed, just like a soldier who is about to go out. I stared at him as if I were staring at myself, thinking if I had entered the strange world of ideology again. The person in front of him was strange and familiar, like himself, like another person, like a distant twin, and like the closest stranger.

He turned his head, and at the moment when his eyes crossed, I thought he was looking at me, just like us. It is a normal body and a mirror image separated by a mirror, but it is impossible to distinguish which is the normal body and which is the scene-I cannot confirm that I am "real", which is really a strange feeling. When my consciousness turns, I can feel that his consciousness is also turning. If I want, our position can be changed at any time, and. There is no sense of separation.

"You--" I was about to say something, but suddenly realized that his eyes were not actually looking at me, but over my head, as if there was something on the other side of me.

In the next moment, the feeling that "youth Gaochuan gazing at someone on the other side of me" became very strong. I couldn't help turning my head to chase the gaze of young Gaochuan. Just when I seemed to see it, but didn't seem to see it, I just felt that when there was a figure sitting there, the impressive long black hair-like outline would not exist. I was in a trance, and suddenly recovered, and a surprised look met me, it was Gregia. She was confused and said to me: "What's wrong? Mr. Gao Chuan."

I wanted to say something, but I suddenly realized that I didn't know what to say at all. Could it be said to her, is there anyone in her position? That must make her uneasy. Moreover, in my cognition, the scenes I saw before were just illusions, or I told myself repeatedly. That is just an illusion.

People who do not exist here have a strong sense of existence, but, as the second hand moves, there is a sense of existence that "people who do not exist here" possess. It quickly disappeared. Up to this time, I once again had the feeling of "waking up", as if I was recovering before, but it was just an illusion, a shallow dream.

The self-test report on the retina screen showed that my body value fluctuated greatly in this short process. Not to mention the good or the bad, at this moment it has returned to normal. If it is not there clearly in the report, it will really feel like nothing has changed. I can't help but think, if there is no brain hardware, if it is not prosthetic, I am probably cold sweat now.

Gregia and I looked at each other, and before she could see what was happening, I interrupted her and said, "It's okay, I just thought of something."

"What's the matter? Wouldn't it be your intention to leave me in the next city?" Gregia said tightly. "That's not good, Mr. Gao Chuan, you promised me."

"No, it's not the case. And, as long as you want, I will not gossip." I smiled calmly and said, "It's just reminiscing the past." The illusion of the young Gaochuan, and my high school age, regardless of appearance or There are many similarities in temperament. To be precise, they are completely carved out of an excellent student template. If there is any difference, it is probably that I was not exposed to mystery at that age. So, There is no such kind of hidden fighting atmosphere.

No, to be precise, I did not experience high school. That was the experience that I had in the last Gaochuan, because I succeeded Gaochuan after graduating from college, and it was the existence of a society.

Since when have I subconsciously regarded other Gaochuan's past as my own? This problem did not hover in my mind for too long. When I noticed this phenomenon, I realized that I was already a little tired, and I no longer intend to investigate the reasons for these fait accompli. Perhaps it is because, the biggest reason, is actually located in the lower left corner of the retina screen, right?

--caveat! caveat! The Gaochuan information loading program was interfered by unknown.

——Confirmation of interference source ... garbled code ...

——Information ... garbled code ... forced to break through the firewall ... garbled code ... will have a serious impact on the subject's personality.

——The current information loading progress is 75%.

——Inspection of the main body of the information loading program, the damage rate is 10% ... garbled ... interference ... cannot be repaired ...

--caveat! caveat! Meet the pre-made conditions, start the emergency backup firewall 1046, the subject's personality will be seriously affected ... garbled ...

--starting……

Unconsciously, is the current me actually not the original me? I didn't pay attention at all, everything was too natural, and there was no pain, sorrow, or fear for it, just like I had grown up, but can this situation be said to be the result of "growth"?

However, from the perspective of my current situation, it is no longer a lie to regard the "past" that I had never had since my birth as the "past" that I had.

"Mr. Gao Chuan is still so young, has he started to recall the past?" Gregia looked at me with surprised eyes.

"There will always be times when you feel emotional," I coped vaguely. I rubbed my face with my hands and took out the camel brand cigarettes from my pocket-I do n’t remember if this pack of cigarettes was always on my body, and I never finished smoking, and this suddenly felt that the cigarette should not be on my body, or It should not be the idea of ​​this half-full state. It also happened suddenly.

It ’s like, because I subconsciously think it ’s in my pocket, just like this, so it exists—is this an illusion?

"Can I smoke?" I asked others.

"No problem." One of the black suits answered in a tough voice, and he took out his cigarette.

I looked at Gregia, she said indifferently: "Give me one too." But. I didn't give it to her. After taking the fire to light the cigarette, I put the cigarette case back in my pocket, and Gregia made a fine "cut". Speaking of which, she is not much younger than me, even if you want to touch cigarettes and alcohol is legal.

The smell of smoke spread in the nasal cavity. I was in a trance again, and I couldn't help thinking of the three gunmen, gray fox and wrestler of the file squad. I also do n’t understand why they suddenly thought of them. Although they had spent a period of time with their comrades, they were not very familiar, and, compared to them. Shouldn't the file itself be more impressive? But I remembered these three people for the first time alone, and then remembered the file. There is something wrong, such an idea popped up in my mind, but, in the end, what is the wrong method, but I can't say it at all. It can only be vaguely confirmed that this kind of error is caused by the three people of the fast gun, the gray fox and the wrestler, but it does not have a strong enough sense of danger, just a pure sense of error.

"Don't you introduce me?" This sentence suddenly came to my mind, and I seem to have this memory. It happened before going to Las Vegas. The Rasp Squad had just arrived at the Whisperer's headquarters and decided to bring a team of people to participate in the whisperer's search and support for Father Sissen. The scene at that time was replayed faintly in my mind. Once again, I felt a strong mistake. The existence of brain hardware should not cause this kind of ambiguous memory. The records at that time should be clearly preserved.

What exactly happened? I tried to think back, and captured the unclear fragments-the file began to introduce me to my team members, pointing at them one by one ...

"I'm curious, what did Mr. Gao Chuan look like when he was young?" Gregoria's words pulled me back to God again, only to hear her say: "Did Mr. Gao Chuan come into contact with these mysterious events while in high school? "

Cheka on the other side and two black suits also cast interest.

Somehow, I suddenly didn't care about chasing that vague memory again. I flicked the soot and said, "It was contacted after the university. The predecessor of the whisperer was just a university club."

I don't mind telling this truth at all, although this truth will cause others to have a sense of fragility of "no history, no history". Both Cheka and the two black suits were surprised by the fluctuating emotions. However, Gregia was not surprised at all. Instead, she fell into her own reverie and said, "Really? That must be a wonderful university life." ? "It seemed envious.

"Well, it's quite interesting." I nodded.

"It would be nice if I was at your university at the time." Gregia said.

"It's not always possible to meet in college." I said, "There are so many people in college, but there are only a few who join the whisper. In fact, that kind of society is very unreasonable in the eyes of normal people."

"The same is true for ordinary people. Of course, popular clubs and ones that suit your own interests will be preferred. However, you must be more interested in the community and give you a kind of ... Hey, anyway, everyone will feel good before they will be exposed. "Gregia nodded and said," Actually, my interests are more popular, and I have never thought of participating in any astrological club or other social activities. By the way, the name Whisperer doesn't seem to be tuned when you hear it. The university club really uses this name? Can it really get permission to form? "

"Yes, it has always been the name, but of course, it is impossible to get positive permission." I looked at Gregia with calm eyes and said, "Our university is normal."

Gregia was dumbfounded, and he burst into laughter the next moment.

"It sounds really interesting, it's a colorful college life." Gregia complained: "Why is my university so dull? Just dealing with homework and exams is a headache, a little exciting. nothing."

"Now you are still a college student and your experience is exciting enough." I replied blandly.

"Oh. That's what I said." Gregia seemed to be reminded of those dangerous experiences by me, and the ups and downs ushered in a low tide again. Regarding the records of the ruling bureau, she returned to ordinary life once again to evoke the desire to explore mystery, but was therefore forced to participate in the "child of destiny" plan. But it also left her with a very complicated feeling again-like being a wooden puppet, being supported by people, tired and exhausted in danger, and luckily survived, but to see the people around me who died of sickness, even if they were entering After the base in Area 51, there was a quiet time. But the atmosphere of house arrest must also be felt. The ubiquitous pressure and the unpredictable life have kept her mental state at a certain limit-even if she hides deeper, or rather, hypnotizes herself, but. People like us feel quite keen.

After meeting again, Gregea, although very active, was very out of tune with the character she had shown in the past. I also don't want to say something like "a good night's sleep" to her, if rest can return to normal, she shouldn't have been like this for a long time. The time and place are not right now, only to reach the whisperer's headquarters. Only then can she really relax.

"Relax, everything has me." I said calmly, holding her drooping head.

"Uh." She responded softly.

Gregia leaned back and snuggled on my shoulders. I looked at the two black suits and asked, "How long has it been?" Although there have always been timers on the retina screen, the previous kind of things are not right and uncoordinated. , Makes people feel in a trance. Let me subconsciously check with other people.

"Just ten minutes have passed since I was on the plane." The older black suit replied without a squint: "It is two hours away from the destination, but it is finally out of the nuclear strike range. The estimated nuclear strike time is still It ’s about two minutes, if you want to watch the explosion. It ’s better to bring this. ”The black suit said, pulling out a pair of new sunglasses from the jacket pocket.

"No, no, will the impact not affect us?" I asked. The black suit didn't mind my rejection. He put the sunglasses on his face and his companion did the same.

"There will be a little impact, but as long as they are not biased, the impact will not be too great, at least it will not let us crash, and the radiation will not be strong enough to make you terminally ill. It ’s okay to go back and wash it carefully. You should Do you know how to do it? Compared with half a century ago, our nuclear technology has been developed for a long time, there is no need to compare with the example of World War II. "Black suit said here, smiled," We ca n’t Make a joke about your life. "

With that said, the signal lights in the cockpit light up, and the black suits immediately do something. The young one walked to the corner of the cabin, put on headphones and listened for a while, then said a few words through the microphone, and gave a color to the older black suit. The older black suit immediately said to us: "All the staff are ready to meet the shock and fasten your seat belts."

Although he didn't say the reason for this, it was already obvious that the nuclear attack on the Las Vegas City area by the United States Homeland Defense Strategic Command was about to begin.

"No, it's already started." The young black suit sat back in his place, fastened his seat belt and said to me: "The estimated time is the time when the nuclear bomb is expected to arrive in Las Vegas."

Including Cheka, the black suit and the soldiers looked serious. However, compared to the black suit and the soldiers' practices, I let Cheka and Gregia unfasten their seat belts.

"What are you crazy about?" Cried the black suit.

"We have our own safer approach ~ www.readwn.com ~ I replied.

Neither Chika nor Gregia hesitated. After unfastening the seat belt, Miyaki released a large amount of gray silk on his body, wrapping all of us whisperers. The black suit and the soldiers cast their gaze, and when I asked them if they wanted to be together, they clearly refused. Contrary to them, Cheka and Gregya obviously trust the mystery that Miyaka exerts more than the seat belts of technological creations.

"Can we see a nuclear bomb flying here?" Gregia asked curiously, not long ago, she had just overlooked the original site of Las Vegas City, which had become a relay connection system, and was surprised by the change in that space. Although chasing the mystery, she still has strong confidence in the nuclear weapons that represent the upper limit of the destructive power of human science, and believes that there is a good chance that the enemy position hidden in the fog will be torn apart. Moreover, because of the huge power of the nuclear bomb, the scenes that I could only understand from the text and video materials will happen to her at close range, which makes her a little excited.

"Unfortunately, the flight path of the nuclear bomb does not come from our direction." The black suit clearly stated, "And, we do not want it to overlap our flight path." (To be continued. If you like this work , 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.)