Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I returned to the claustrophobic cabin, all traces of the previous battle disappeared, and I did not see Eruka and the final weapon again, just like when I first came in, it was dead. I walked from the nose to the tail and made sure that there was really no one but myself. Looking out from the porthole, the plane seems to be solidified in the sky, and as you see, it is a solidified landscape, just like a real painting. Without sunlight, the dark clouds penetrated the heavy light, making the light in the cabin dark. I recalled what happened in the realm, and I guessed about the change, but there are no more clues, let me take it all away.

The only thing I can be sure of is that this battle involving Eruka, the final weapon, the young Gaochuan, and Jiang has ended temporarily. The degree of prosthetic damage proves that past experiences are not a dream. The claustrophobic and dead space did not make my situation better. I tried to destroy the porthole. As before, the way to the outside was tightly closed, not because of the hardness of the material, but as if it were bonded to the space. "Mystery".

Unthinkable, the situation like a prisoner made me relax. I was sitting in my original position, waiting for the brain hardware to resume functioning, too much information was stuffed into my mind, waiting for further sorting out, but I am very doubtful whether it is really possible to sort out this information, after all Although this information exists, its outline is vague. If it is described in one sentence, it is "I know it exists, but I don't know what it looks like."

However, what can I do other than wait? I was very tired, and my brain was like a sewer, emitting an unpleasant breath. What happened to the young Gaochuan and "Zhenjiang"? What happened to the boundary? What happened to the Nazi side? I have no understanding of all the most critical issues. It stands to reason that the young Gaochuan should still be in my body, but the boundary is the existence of a plural consciousness structure. If the power of "Jiang" is used, the young Gaochuan and I are separated, and it is not unthinkable to leave this body through the boundary, just like the separation of Eruka from the Gaochuan.

I can't feel the existence of the young Gaochuan, my brain is full of information, but my heart is empty. It seems that I have become incomplete, but I feel that I have become pure. This pure feeling is also one of the reasons why I do n’t want to think more. I have to admit that this kind of "I am completely me" feeling. It's really good. I think that the previous cranky thoughts are always distracting, maybe it will be cured.

Unexpectedly, in the most part of the journey away from Las Vegas, such a change will happen to oneself. But at the same time, I feel. Everything I experienced in Las Vegas was to achieve this result. Everything seems to be accidental, but it is like a destiny.

It is precisely because of this sense of "necessity" and "with results" that it makes me feel that this exotic journey has come to an end.

I am very tired.

Really, very ... tired ...

Before the brain hardware worked smoothly, I lay on the back of the chair and consciously slipped towards the dark abyss. once Upon a time. Deep sleep has become a luxury, and the process of consciousness, the darkness approaching step by step, was also scary for a time, but at this time, I no longer reject it. To say something, it must be-open arms and take the initiative to hug ...

I don't know how long it has passed, I think it has been a long time. When I developed time consciousness, I felt soothing like a wave of water. The wave of pushing power seemed to let me sink and rise in a huge mother tire. Although it is not comfortable to talk about, I do not want to wake up. This feeling of sinking into the deep sea and talking about everything makes me want to continue.

However, the more violent shaking made me awake, and after a while, I heard the sound. At the beginning, it was like the sound of waves, like the creatures in the deep sea murmured, but it didn't take long for me to realize that it was human voice.

The vocals quickly swelled in the dark deep sea, getting clearer and clearer, I soon heard clearly, what the voice was saying—

"Achuan ..." Who is calling?

"Achuan." With the vigorous shaking, I had to open my eyes. Not a strong light, but it made me feel dazzling for a while, subconsciously blocking my face with my hand.

"Achuan!" The voice became clearer, and I woke up suddenly. It was Sakuya, and this recognition made me seem astonished and suddenly straightened up.

"Achuan!" Sakuya's voice rang in his ear again. "Are you okay? A lot of cold sweat and nightmares?" The hand stretched out of sight and wiped my forehead with a handkerchief. I just realized that the underwear was soaked. Although I had a quiet dream, when I thought about it carefully, everything that happened in the claustrophobic cabin and the boundary was still vivid, but when I woke up at this time, it was the same It felt like a nightmare. My heartbeat accelerated, and the retina screen was a little late, and then the window relighted, and a lot of data rolled over.

The brain hardware is back in operation, and the prosthetic body is being readjusted. I finally returned from the quietness of nothing to the calmness enforced by the brain hardware.

When I turned my head, Sakuya had withdrawn her handkerchief.

"Are you okay? Achuan." She stared at me with gentle and worried eyes. The clear and warm eyes were like a clear hot spring. However, I suddenly noticed something wrong-I do n’t know when Misaki has lifted the status of the Ashbringer and returned to the appearance of an ordinary girl. More importantly, although the clothes on her body are still her style, It is no longer the original style.

Of course, it was not a strange thing that Miyaki changed her clothes. When she looked at her, she couldn't tell what was different from my perception. However, an unusual feeling was always on her mind. Perhaps, my eyes revealed strange information, and doubt appeared on Misaki's face, and asked, "What's wrong? Achuan."

"No, it's nothing." I paused, but I still couldn't describe the anomaly. If the words were unclear, would it make the other party even more incomprehensible? In short, I have determined that there must be something wrong, but it is not dangerous, just something is wrong. Sakuya is normal, but. This is normal, but it feels a bit out of place with me, just like the gears are still tightly engaged, but maybe there are some problems in the specifications.

I think I need a little time.

"How long have I slept?" I asked. I certainly understand. I didn't have a nightmare. What happened in the claustrophobic cabin and the boundary line was definitely not a dream. It was just, in the manifestation, in the observation of others. Perhaps it was expressed in "a nightmare". I ’ve been through this situation several times, and I ’m not surprised, and I do n’t plan to say everything, because that ’s something that I ca n’t fully understand. If I tell others, I can only let The other party is even more confused. Moreover. Even if I wanted to say it, I couldn't concatenate the outlines, because that is really too complicated, too long, too unbelievable story.

"Half an hour." Sakuya said: "It was okay at first, but then your expression became painful. I want to wake you up. But I can't do anything. Then your expression is less painful, but It's as calm as a dead person, it makes people feel ... not so good. What dream did they have? A Chuan. I'm worried. "

Thoughtful, gentle, full of the glory of humanity and motherhood, how long haven't you seen it? No, it did n’t take long. Except for the period when she turned into the Ashbringer, she has always been like this, except that she has experienced too many things during the period. It seems that all the crises and urgency are in a short period of time, so it makes people feel for many years. I think that this hazy feeling is also outside the control of brain hardware.

"It's okay. I can't remember it, but it's all over." I said, planning to take a cigarette out of my pocket, but fumbled for several times and didn't find the pocket correctly, and it felt a bit strange. I couldn't help but looked down at my clothes, but I was surprised to find that my body was no longer a battle suit of jacket and tights, but a neat white suit.

Just seeing it, you can imagine what you are like at this time-more like a successful person in a certain field than a fighter.

There is no breath of fighting at all, but full of breath of life.

"What is this?" I couldn't help but say that the hand next to me handed me a pack of camel cigarettes. I took it subconsciously and met Saki Ye's eyes again. Suddenly a lightning flashed through my head, and I was suddenly shocked, as if I knew what was wrong.

It's a breath of life!

I think about it, how did I get on this plane? Las Vegas, District 51 base, nuclear bombs, black suits, government jets ... A series of keywords have made me completely awake. In this plane, it is impossible for all passengers to appear. Such a soothing breath of life!

I couldn't care about tearing the cigarette pack, and suddenly stood up and looked around. What did I see? Passengers full of cabins, no matter in terms of dress or behavior, can not find the shadow of a "warrior" at all, nor is it the atmosphere of government employees, just one ordinary person after another, creating a most life-like The cabin scene-we are flying in the air, but it is not fleeing at all.

The black suit is gone, the "mystery" is gone, everything is normal, and it makes people feel abnormal. It should n’t be this way. I still remember the urgency of waiting for myself and others to board the specially-released plane. The passengers were only our whisperers and government commissioners wearing black suits. The atmosphere and scenes are very different from those at this time.

but--

"In the end it's ..." I couldn't help mumbling. The eyes glanced over the passengers one by one, trying to find out the flaws, or to prove that all this was a dream. However, everything is normal, there are no flaws, very real, these normal and real, completely subverted my cognition, and even made me feel that what I experienced before, really made a nightmare.

My sudden movement attracted many people's eyes, but soon lost interest and moved away. "Achuan?" Sakuya asked aside. I ignored it and continued to look for other people I knew-Gregia and Cheka. Then, I saw two people in the seat behind me, but, like Sakuya, the dress was completely different from my perception.

Gregia wore an office skirt suit, dressed like a secretary, and specially wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She looked sharp and professional. At this time, she was looking at documents and typing on the laptop keyboard from time to time. . She seemed quite focused, and even my movements took a while to notice. When she raised her eyes, my eyes fell on Cheka beside her.

Cheka is also very different from what I remember, dressed in a men's beauty, a white shirt under a black suit. The contrast is clean and neat. Retina screens present relevant data. In her cuffs, back waist and boots, blades and firearms are hidden. In the inner pocket of the clothes, a row of small chain-like bottles is inserted, even to her. Bra. Also because of the special material, it is indicated as a "weapon".

Putting together these deliberately hidden elements, you will come to the conclusion that she is a bodyguard.

secretary? bodyguard? What a joke? In my opinion, Gregia is a newcomer who has just passed the test of a whisperer, and Cheka is a newcomer from a mercenary, but the two looked at me. And the atmosphere at this time seems to have worked with me for a long time.

There is no mistake in my feeling, but there should be no mistake in my cognition, but there is a contradiction. Yes, contradiction. Is the source of the anomaly.

In the end what happened? If there is no brain hardware, I must be uneasy at this time, but even if it is forced to calm down, I can not understand these contradictory changes in the first time. I just felt that it must be related to what happened in the borderline.

"Vice President, what's wrong? Your face doesn't look very good." Gregia asked with concern, indeed a tone that had been familiar for a long time.

"No. I ..." I was silent for a moment, and finally answered: "I thought of something."

"Anything to help?" Gregia continued to ask.

"No, I think that is a problem that you cannot solve." I said very bluntly.

"It's such a shame." Gregia nodded very well, and it seemed that she hadn't been surprised by this statement. "However, you must have a solution to Gao Chuan. Just like in the past." If there are any problems, go back to the office again. When Cheka and I looked at each other, they spread their hands. A pair of helpless apologies shrugged his shoulders and said, "I think you need to take some medicine for airsickness."

"Maybe." I nodded and said mechanically calmly, "I want to think about it." Then I turned around, re-seat, ripped the cigarette pack, took out the cigarette and put it in my mouth. , A familiar expression, helped me light the cigarette.

"Did something strange happen again?" Sakuya asked, again in a familiar tone.

I glanced at her and didn't get any information from her face, everything was so natural.

"Yeah, weird things, one after another, are really a headache." I said.

"Don't we get used to this business?" Sakuya said of course: "Mystery is everywhere. Achuan has always been very powerful. I have never seen Achuan nervous ... if I said , Now for the first time? Did something very difficult happen? Is n’t it dangerous? "

"It doesn't matter. It is indeed a weird situation, but there is no danger at present." I summarized my encounters, finally confirmed, and then asked three questions: "Where are our destinations? What is the situation now? Las Vega What about you? "

Despite Mi Ye ’s suspicious look, she did n’t entangle me with the anomalies I showed, or she seemed to have been used to them all of these sudden weirdness. In an orderly manner, she whispered in my ears to explain in detail: "Las Vegas was just attacked by a nuclear bomb launched by the American government. The Nazi operations were stopped. Most parts of the country are still calm, but this is the case. It wo n’t be long. We went to Las Vegas this time to return Father Sissen ’s favor, but because of the emergence of the Nazis, all the plans had to be changed, but the original goal was finally achieved. Now , We have evacuated from the 51st base and transferred to Washington to return to the headquarters. "

It seems that there is not much deviation between the general situation and my cognition ~ www.readwn.com ~ It's just a contradiction in personnel details. Moreover, I seem to have lost a long period of time-now I am not flying a special plane from the surrounding cities of Las Vegas to Washington, but a flight from Washington to the Central Principality.

Even so, the deviation in the details of the staff still made me wonder how to describe it for a while. My identity at this time is still the vice president of the whisperer, and the president is still eight scenes. Misaki is my assistant, and the bear puppet is still in his luggage. However, Gregia and Cheka have already joined the whisperer, and this trip to Las Vegas is not a file to lead the team, but only the collective action of the four members of our whisperer.

I suddenly had a feeling that this kind of deviation was actually not unprecedented in the past, but, this time, it was so strong that it could not be ignored. This doomsday illusion is becoming strange.

Moreover, I have a strong intuition that this must be the result of the operation of the spiritual integration device. In other words, whether it is the Nazi side, the 51st district, or the doomsday truth, the repeater in their hands must be Somewhere, something abnormal happened. And this anomaly has affected the construction of this doomsday illusion. More fundamentally, the consciousness interactions and manifestations of patients with doomsday syndrome are distorted under the influence of a sufficiently powerful force. (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.)