Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I defeated the final weapon No.10. Although all the final weapons were destroyed at the boundary, and these final weapons are not human, I also believe that their body in the claustrophobic cabin must have been quite heavy. Blow. Until now, I still do n’t know what kind of environment the claustrophobic cabin is, whether it is a temporary data hedge space, or the ideological world, but, the more the “mysterious” environment, the more “mysterious” Encountered by the "mystery" hit, the injury feedback will be formal, the more "real". This is a phenomenon summarized in occultism. I do n’t think that the final weapons will be accidents-although they are a side mapping of "Jiang", they are only a side mapping, and there is no real "Jiang". Have the qualities of jumping out of the circle.

Therefore, after solving the final weapon No. 10, I immediately planned to turn my attention to the young Gaochuan and the alienated Youjiang, just when I picked up the head of the final weapon No. 10. The two that have been deadlocked before have finally reached a critical point in an unobservable change.

The powerful mental power came to me again, and my left leg, which had already been broken, had a more obvious deformation from the surface. Despite the trauma of the left foot, which caused a certain decrease in its strength, its strength is still far greater than most materials, and it is completely terrifying to be able to completely twist its strength. Motivation.

I was pressed into the ground the first time, and I seemed to hear the crunching sound of the prosthetic joint. The source of this high-intensity mental power, alienating the breath of life exuded by Youjiang, is like ink infiltrating into the paper. As long as it is a living life, you can instinctively experience how powerful it is.

The alienated Youjiang, which has penetrated through the heart and is almost the residual candle in the wind, is moving away from the trough at a jaw-dropping speed. Beyond its original peak, it is impossible to judge where its end will be. And this crazy growth rate is like continuing to pump up after the shrivelled balloon is inflated and saturated, as if it will be burst at any time.

My feelings are correct.

The facial features that alienated Youjiang seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and shed blood, and then. The skin also seemed to be squeezed and ruptured, and a larger amount of blood spewed out of her body all at once. The thick blood mist in a gesture full of life dynamics, agitated with the alienated Youjiang as the center, contracted, completely covered her body, and finally. It became something like a red shroud.

The humanoid based on Alienated Youjiang was tightly rolled up by the blood-red shroud, and the pressure on me quickly diminished. When I got up, I saw the appearance of the "shroud". It was not cloth, regardless of texture or color. They are completely thick liquids, but only present the visual sense of "layers wrapped".

I subconsciously knew that when this layer of "shroud" was unwrapped, the alienated Youjiang in it was already another thing.

But no matter how that thing changes, one thing is absolutely certain—

That is still "Jiang".

Moreover, it is definitely no longer the humanized "Jiang" that alienated Youjiang before.

This "jiang" must be the one standing behind the boy Gaochuan.

The young Gaochuan had sprayed blood all over the body alienated Youjiang. Pulling the blade out, no splash of blood remained on his body. The crimson windbreaker, as if it had coagulated too much blood, became heavy.

"Zhenjiang--" I heard him, his whisper.

Zhenjiang? Is that Zhenjiang? That was deeply imprinted in the mind of "Gaochuan", even in the course of excessive drug treatment and crazy body changes. Even the outline has become blurred, but this branding seems to be getting deeper and hotter. That woman?

Zhen Jiang, in my memory, there is only one figure among all the cognized "Jiang", which monopolizes this name. It was a "realistic" level, already dead, and the original infection of the orphanage era, and was worn by Gao Chuan, Sei Se, Dorothy, Misaki, Bajing, and Marceau like a sister's female.

That was the turning point of our destiny and the driving force pushing us forward. That figure has too many tags, and people almost forget, she was originally just an ordinary girl. Nowadays, the name "Zhenjiang" represents too many things, and it is difficult to describe it completely.

This name is the joy of the past, the reality of sadness, the nightmare that cannot escape, and the light of despair.

After her death, in the scrubbing of time, the meaning of the name has become ambiguous, but, I, no, not only me, all Gaochuan, even if I ca n’t think of things in the “realistic” level, I will definitely not From the instinct of life, completely get rid of the whirlpool brought by this name-whether it is happiness, pain, hope, or despair, whether to advance yourself, or to stay at the moment of life.

I ca n’t say that every time I think of the name, the emotions that flow in my heart, I only know that “Gao Chuan” deeply loves the woman represented by the name, whether she is alive or dead, whether she brings us like family Nothing can wear out this love-it is affection, love, the sum of all beautiful emotions in the world, so strong, so deep, just like the most extreme black mixed with the most extreme white , Seemingly clear, but extremely chaotic, so that the brain hardware can not suppress.

The young Gaochuan murmured this magical name, just like the wizard called the craziest real name in the myth abyss. I have never felt such a clear and strong feeling that my soul is twitching.

As the name got into my ears, the complex and unparsed information swept through my mind like a storm. The operation of the brain hardware suddenly breeds countless mistakes, on the verge of collapse, all the images in the retina screen become distorted, and my consciousness becomes blurred in an instant.

Merely hearing the boy Gao Chuan calling that name and observing the body under the blood-red shroud has made it difficult for me to restrain the long-lost physiological and vicious urge. I knelt on the ground and vomited. The blood-red scenery around me seemed to exude an indescribable odor that did exist. This taste makes this layer of red suddenly become alive.

I tried to support my sight, and now, no matter what aspect I am in, it is a mess. I have never thought about what I have heard and seen, and what I am facing now will have such a strong influence on myself.

The female body wrapped up in layers of "shroud" outlined by blood-red liquid is gradually becoming more specific in a sharp wave distortion. Long black hair grows quickly. Pale skin appears in the blood-red gap, and the "shroud" is falling off layer by layer, but it is not completely untied. It is like a patient with large trauma all over the body. Although most of the body is covered by bandages, it is hidden About about the key parts that can be exposed from the outside. Produce a deep impression.

For example, the eyes. One left eye, with a strong sense of presence, makes it almost impossible for people to turn their attention away while gazing. This eye almost completely occupies this "humanoid" presence. Look at this eye, or when it is looked at by this eye. The watcher and the watched lost their shells in an instant, leaving only naked souls.

However, this is not such a beautiful situation as "together." Because, the owner of the eye, once stripped of the "human-shaped" body, to release the state that may be "relatively real", then this kind of "relatively real" person is observed. It will definitely collapse-I think that even if I can persevere at the beginning, it is still a matter of time, because I am already suffering this most direct impact.

Unable to describe, that kind of "relatively real" appearance, because. In this transcendent contact, reason, sensibility and instinct are completely confused. I only have one idea, that is, this is definitely not "normal". It is by no means "human", and should not even appear in the three-dimensional dimension at all.

I think my head is about to burst.

I have no impression of how long I looked at that eye. I only knew that before I collapsed completely, I recovered from danger, and that eye was already closed from the opposite human face. As long as you do n’t look at your eyes and just observe the outline of your body, although you still have to bear a sensory impact, the negative physiological response cannot be calmed, but at least there is no danger to life.

Now, one-fifth of the body of the female body, which is wrapped in layers, is exposed. The combination of hands, feet and body, neck, neck and facial features is a restrained, crazy and dangerous body.

So, this is "Zhenjiang"? It seems to be completely separated from the impression in the memory, but there is also an inexplicable sense of harmony. I ca n’t judge whether this “real river” is a real thing or a fake according to my feelings, but after a shock and consternation, I gradually accepted the human figure in front of me, and I have this special name. The significance is profound. When I realized this, the changes that had taken place in this humanoid had already come to an end.

In the end, "Jian Jiang" still didn't show the whole picture. The liquid "shroud" had completely dried into a red bandage, wrapped around the woman's body in a messy state, covering most of her face and body. Three quarters of the area. The long black hair scattered around, and the end of the bandage fluttered in the sudden strong wind. The dust rising in the wind made people stretch out their hands to hide, and the figure of the woman became more blurred in the dust.

I didn't die. I really felt a blessed death. The brain hardware seemed to be unable to repair itself from the previous shock, so I was able to feel the long-lost emotion again.

This is ... the feeling of "alive".

"So, this is Zhenjiang?" I stared at the teenager Gao Chuan and couldn't help blurting out.

"Yes, she is Zhenjiang." The young Gaochuan replied without hesitation, "But, it is not exactly Zhenjiang in your understanding."

"What the **** is that?" I asked solemnly.

"I don't know." Such an answer was calmly spoken by the young man Gao Chuan: "However, she is Zhenjiang, and there is nothing wrong with this."

"--You this ..." What do I want to say? I do n’t know, I want to scold “stupid” or “crazy,” but it ’s not the meaning described by these two words. What I want to express is too complicated, so complicated that I do n’t even know how to describe it. Roaring loudly: "Zhenjiang is dead!"

"She just lives in another form." The young Gaochuan is still calm: "Actually, what does it matter even if I die? I still love her, whether it is Zhenjiang in the past or Zhenjiang in the present."

"It's ridiculous. It's ridiculous. This Zhenjiang is not the past Zhenjiang at all." I don't know what color my emotions are.

"However, she is still Zhenjiang." Teenager Gao Chuan asked me back: "Can you say. Isn't she Zhenjiang? If you can, answer me with your truest feelings. Do you think she deserves to use this name?"

I am silent because, I feel, I have already answered.

Yes. No matter how contradictory it is logically, how emotionally unacceptable, theoretically it cannot be admitted, but instinctively unable to tell me that this woman is not "real river".

"So. She is Zhenjiang. There is no doubt about this," the young man Gao Chuan said.

"What the **** do you want to do?" I asked for a long while in silence.

"Gaochuan, there is no essential difference." The young Gaochuan put on the harlequin mask again: "I won't stop you, just, I will do what I think I should do."

"Now Gaochuan, it's me!" I strode forward. "I don't want to conflict with you, but-the plan must be executed."

"I know." The young Gaochuan walked over to "Jian Jiang" and grabbed her hand. "So no matter what you do, it doesn't matter. That's what you should do."

I understand what he said. The situation between us is mixed with too many factors. It has become too complicated, but even if you ca n’t figure out what to do, there is nothing unclear about what you want to do. I had long thought that there would be such a day, but I didn't expect it. It would come so fast.

Gao Chuan and Gao Chuan actually have contradictions in their behavior-no, it should be said that from the perspective of "reality". This situation is completely understandable. Because "Gaochuan" was originally a patient with doomsday syndrome and a severe mental patient. The conflict between behavior and thinking is originally a classic symptom produced by split personality, no matter how many, it is because of internal factors, and how many are because of external factors. What is happening in this doomsday illusion is nothing but the manifestation of this symptom.

"I will die here?" I dragged my left leg, which had been completely twisted, and limped towards the teenager Gaochuan.

"No." Junior Gaochuan said: "Gaochuan will not die in Gaochuan's hands. Moreover, you should not die here. You are Gaochuan now, your existence is meaningful, everything you do is also It makes sense. Although, I ca n’t say whether I understand correctly, but I believe your correctness is just like my existence. Although it seems contradictory and wrong, it must also be correct and necessary. meaningful."

So saying, "Jian Jiang" holding hands with the young Gaochuan raised his other hand, and in a flash, I heard the voice.

The sound came from all directions.

I can't hear exactly what is being said, but the kind of reverberation that seems to be in the empty hall seems to spread to the entire boundary at once. Then, it seemed to spread to the hustle and bustle of every corner, rising within the range that I could perceive. Many people are talking and are in a mess, like a yell of a madman, and like a whisper of reason, sad, joyful, impulsive, repressive, fighting, crying, crying ... All kinds of sounds, like the sounds one can have in one's life, come from below, from above the head, from the craters, from the void, from every corner of this boundary.

The scene in front of me was broken, just like where I was standing. It was not a moon at all, just an illusion of reflection in the mirror. In the broken state of the mirror, Red Moon decomposed and scattered, turning into crystal debris, completely hiding the figures of the young Gaochuan and "Zhenjiang". The debris flipped around me at a slow speed. If you put your eyes in it, you can actually see the image of a scene-not clear, but you can instinctively feel that the image interprets a life, every fragment , All perform different lives, and the protagonist is not me, or "Gao Chuan".

So ~ www.readwn.com ~ Whose life is that? At the moment when I realized this question, I already had a vague answer.

Was the ultimate victor of this battle eroding the spiritual integration devices on the Nazi side, is it really "Jianjiang"?

And are these scattered fragments the manifestation of the mental consciousness of the patients with doomsday syndrome integrated by the mental integration device?

The next moment, I suddenly "woke up". When I came back, it seemed that I had just had a nightmare about the boundary. I was sitting on the seat in the cabin, there was no one around me. The data on the retina screen is normal, the self-test is in progress, and the brain hardware is working well. As if, Eluka and the final weapon, the battles and changes in the realm are really a nightmare. However, the degree of physical damage and the final data report are telling themselves that it is not a dream.

Today, I am sitting in a claustrophobic cabin. In this environment, everything is intact, without leaving any damage caused by the previous battle.

Completely, it was restored, as if it was a backshift. (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.)