Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Misaki stood in front of the bedroom door, she stared at me closely, her face full of surprise, under the faint moonlight through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, her posture was a little transparent, I can seem to see what is in her body thing. In this realm, what is reflected is not a physical state, but a state of personality and spirit. Therefore, the current appearance of Sakuya must imply that she exists in some unusual aspects of personality and spirit. local.

This Misaki is very similar to Misaki I knew in the past, but it is not exactly the same. The original trajectory of this world has been deviated by the spirit integration device. The historical trajectory is closer to the world I used to live in, but the details and time points are different-from the era I was in, this Time is ten years later. The mysterious events that Misaki experienced in high school had affected her deaths in the large Morino and Shirai wells, but she did not join the netball, but joined the whisperer who was established by the eight sceneries. Now Misaki, to me, although it is not unfamiliar, it cannot be said to be completely familiar, just like a childhood playmate. After many years of separation, they met again after they became adults.

I did n’t know what to say to her, and I was able to confirm that she was still alive and well, so I was relieved.

"Sakuya ..."

"You—Achuan?" Saki Ye was still staring at my face, and I understood why she showed such an expression, because, now, I am, at least, fixed in appearance as it was ten years ago, "I'm dreaming It ’s been a long time since I saw you like Achuan, and I really miss it. "Misaki turned away from my face, looked around, and looked at herself as if she understood where she was.

"Dream? It's not wrong to say that." I paused. Although I didn't know how to describe my mood, but in the face of loved ones after a long time, only a smile is enough. So I smiled and said to her, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I used to think I would never see you again."

Miyaki skewed people, and it seemed a little difficult to understand my statement: "Aren't we always together? Ah, Achuan is what he was like in high school. If it was Gaochuan at that time, it was indeed long gone. But why did I Will you have such a dream? "

"Perhaps because part of you is looking forward to continuing the past." I recalled the time I experienced before I died. Indeed, after my death. That time stopped. Today's world, compared to the one in my memory, has become a reality, and has taken a branch in many things-like a different world line branched out from the time of high school.

I do n’t think there ’s anything wrong with this, because the world line I used to live in has n’t come to an end, however. Now this world line has developed to ten years later. So I can see what Miyake grew up to look like. I have never had the luxury of expecting that we will meet like this across time, so when this fact comes true, my sense of time seems to be slightly confused.

What I said to Sakuya-hoping to continue the past time-is not exactly what I hoped for. but. After seeing Misaki now, I think it is no longer important whether this hope can be realized. Although the experience is different, there is a lot of difference between Misaki in front of me and Misaki in my memory, but. She lived better than the world line I know and grew up smoothly, which is enough.

I know I know. The present Misaki, and Misaki in my memory, seem to be split between the two world lines. In fact, it is just a projection of the personality fragments of the complete Misaki. Both of the two I have seen are not complete. The two doomsday illusions that I have experienced are not simply the "different worldlines". However, what I can observe and what I can feel, I still can't help but fall into the sense of going back in time and jumping into the sensibility of the future.

"I don't understand. What are you talking about? Aren't we always together?" Sakuya became more and more confused. She came up and wanted to catch me, but when she stepped out of the room, her actions suddenly became difficult-I understand how she feels at this moment, it must be like a nightmare. "Why, why, the body is weak ..." Miyake dragged her heavy steps, but she couldn't shorten the distance between us anyway, "Ah, Achuan! I don't understand, what do you want to say to me?" Where are you going?"

"I'm going to pick up the clues from ten years ago." I just stared and held out my hand to pray for the night I could pull her over. Of course, I couldn't take that hand because, because we Being in two worlds, I am not the "Gaochuan" she thinks, and she is no longer the Sakuya who can only survive by holding my hand. For the present world, I am just a ghost stuck in the past. However, because of this, there are certain things that must be done by me. No one but me can do it.

"Clue?" Sakuya seemed to understand, "Is the Goat Guild thing? I'm together, we've always been together!"

I just smiled, because, I do n’t know how to explain it, and I feel that there is no need to explain because I am not her “Gao Chuan”. Saki Ye ’s eyes turned from me to Zhen Jiang, as if the world was suddenly surprised, there was a woman beside me. On her face, the hesitation of "seemingly acquaintance" appeared again, and she said to Zhen Jiang: "Who are you? Why are you with Achuan? Have we met anywhere?"

Zhen Jiang bit his thumb and smiled nervously at Sakuya. The smile was illuminated by the moonlight, so that Sakuya could not help but reveal a trace of fear.

"Don't be afraid." I said to Misaki: "This is just a dream. Gao Chuan is right beside you."

Misaki forced her eyes away from Zhen Jiang's face. She seemed to have forgotten. For her, it was just a nightmare, begging me to say, "Take me, Achuan, take me--"

"Goodbye, Sakuya, you have to work hard to survive, even if you are going to die tomorrow." I said so, and I turned away with Zhenjiang. Sakuya's voice chased behind him and shouted: "Will we meet again? In a dream?"

"Maybe, maybe not." I said without looking back. "But, no matter whether I meet or not, I will be by your side. Miyaki, you have to remember. Gao Chuan is by your side."

"Achuan. Achuan!" Her voice became more and more distant, and finally she couldn't hear clearly. There is no obstruction in front of me. The door and wall of the room have been twisted. When I approached, I separated from the sides to reveal a clear road. This road is like a corridor. It is also like a street, like every trail that is on the floor and unobstructed in the city-it is not a specific "road", but only represents the concept of "road". In this realm, everything that looks like a real thing is just a manifestation of consciousness. More than conceptual descriptions of specific scenes. When the memory is clear, everything is clear, and when the consciousness is blurred, everything will be distorted. In this place closest to the collective subconscious, nothing is completely certain.

"Jiang" uses incomprehensible power to connect and activate the required personality consciousness information for patients with doomsday syndrome. Shape and control this world determined by the surface consciousness and the bottom consciousness.

I wanted to go out, so a "road" leading directly to the outside appeared in front of me, so that I didn't need to open the door, enter the corridor, and then take the elevator. When I crossed the world of this "road", I would come To the street. It's that simple. It ’s not so much that the spatial distance is shortened, it ’s better to say that the related consciousness of “the process of going to the street” is blurred, and it is cut and re-spliced. Doing so, ca n’t let me reach the place I want to go in one step but. But it is enough to shorten the time, and this is a "shortcut" that only I can enter and exit.

The power of "Jiang" is beside me. It is released through the existence of "Zhenjiang", which is still far away from "whatever it can be done", but "what it can do" can't really reach the bottom. If it can implement my ideas meticulously according to my hopes, it will surprise me, because, at that time, I do n’t need to do anything anymore. Now, it is just using my ideas as a template to do With what you can do.

I want to find "Heavy Weight", and it will find the shortest path for me to reach "Land Heavy". Although the scope of the boundary does not cover the entire city, as long as there are some clues and is located close to the target, more clues can be found from the "consciousness" that constitutes the boundary, and an effective Path-this so-called "close" contains at least the distance from the city center to this residential area.

Someone has seen "heavy mountains" in this city, so the information that constitutes this cognition will spread in the collective subconscious ocean, covering a nearby area. Just like the blood flowing out, it stained a sea of ​​water, and the sharks smelled from a few kilometers away. The "jiang" is not as sensitive as the sharks to blood.

I stepped into the streets along the "shortcut". Although the boundary line centered on me encompassed a certain range of spiritual consciousness around me, and thus constructed a scene of this range of urban structure where I could see, but, "Jiang "These spiritual consciousnesses are not present in this scene. What I am standing in is an empty urban area like a ghost town, quiet, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, as if every corner hidden in the shadows is changing its appearance, as if every alley is not illuminated by light , All leading to an abyss with no end. At the end of this landscape, I can't guess at all, because when I moved, the border moved with it.

There is no wind, no taste, no temperature, even the colors and materials are realistic, but people can confirm that it is not a real feeling. I think that "Jiang" is cutting corners, and it is fully capable of cutting this boundary line. The scenery has been made more realistic, but now it only puts me in a "virtual reality" with a very low degree of completion.

The "realistic" here cannot be moved, pale and dead, as if the whole world is left alone. However, there is Zhenjiang beside me. She is nagging nervously, just like her in the past, some things have changed over time, but some things are still the same. I don't know whether this immutability is an eternity, but at least I am enjoying this immutability now, it gives me a sense of "I am still alive".

I walked on a deserted street, most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, but a small part was still lit with lonely light, which can be seen from the door and window. It was also empty inside, and the lights on both sides of the street, Floating like a prank, as if it would go out at any time. If it is changed to ordinary people. There will be fear in the heart. The environment here is full of various factors that cause fear, and people can't help conceiving various malicious entities. I am not sure that if fear is amplified because of fear, whether this fear and malicious entity will appear in the realm. but. The existence of Zhenjiang makes me feel calm. This realistic but unreal world is like a setting in my eyes.

I deliberately stepped on my steps, enjoying the time that He Zhenjiang was spreading on this dead street. The sound of footsteps came from far away, so there was a rumbling sound from a distance, like something terrible was chewing, searching for prey, approaching us, as if it would appear in sight at any time, positive As described in the novel: Night falls. Monsters are active. I know, not to understand, but to feel that those monsters do not exist, or, before I think they really exist, they have not been created by this boundary line-"Jiang" has given this boundary line Quite interesting mechanisms, everywhere are traps based on changes in spiritual consciousness. The more people are present, the more frequently this trap will be triggered. After all, not everyone can enjoy this malicious world. When they fear, they imagine, whether they realize it or not, they are just making a realistic dream. Will encounter danger against themselves.

This danger is contagious, and the assumptions, malice and fear of others will spread like ripples in the collective subconscious ocean. Then wrap yourself and the people around you, let them suffocate, scream, and die. And when they think they are dead, they will really die. Even if you tell yourself that you are only dreaming, even if this realistic world is not so real, it is enough to suggest yourself, but fear is the most intense and primitive human emotion, and death is the deepest and most essential fear. I do n’t think there are many people who can completely avoid such traps.

I do n’t think it ’s possible for me. My freedom now is just because I am surrounded by positive emotions, which have made me an armor. But the source of this emotion is the Zhenjiang around me, and even the "Jiang" that is integrated with me in my cognition. The pure "virus" is terrible, but "Jiang" is not a pure "virus". The characteristics and instincts of "virus" may occupy most of the "Jiang", but they have always stayed with me Zhen Jiang, I have told me that that is not all about Jiang.

I don't know if I can defeat the "virus", but I believe that "Jiang" may defeat the pure "virus" instinct without letting us suffer such a violation. What I want to do is to let this possibility continue to magnify and let Jiang know that even if the whole world opposes it and is hostile to it, I will stand by it. I believe that this plan is more appropriate than any other plan and more feasible. I do n’t understand other theories, such as the theory of unity and transgression. I also do n’t understand the structure and nature of "Jiang". Is it really as I thought? However, I don't need to understand these things because, Zhenjiang It already exists, which in itself is a proof, a signal.

I communicated with Jiang through Zhenjiang, and I devoted myself to it, blocking all my retreats. Because of this, I am very clear about what I have done. I'm not a lunatic, I just love it with all my heart, and I want to make this love so that everyone's future will be alive.

Love ~ www.readwn.com ~ is not only a physiology, but also not only an emotion, it is the most essential motivation for human beings to be separated from the original instinct, it is the foundation of all transcendence, it is all intelligence Of the essence. The love of the beast may not allow it to truly escape from barbarism, but it is enough for it to have the possibility to go beyond the limits that inorganic and rational cannot exceed. Love is a great power. Love can change fate. Love can save the world-I do n’t think it ’s a joke, so I do n’t think I ’m doing something ridiculous.

I am firmly on my own path, I already have consciousness, and the possibility of success has always been beside me. Perhaps others cannot understand it, and it is difficult to accept this possibility, believing that this possibility is accompanied by a more terrible chance of failure. However, the path of heroes has never been understood by ordinary people, is difficult to accept, and is full of terrible chances of failure. When people think of it, they feel full of accidental factors.

I am Gao Chuan, a top student, and only Gao Chuan. I do n’t think I can understand everything that ordinary people cannot understand, but I can choose to accept things that others cannot. Because I have encountered something that ordinary people cannot encounter. I know that this is not the illusion of S2, just because the facts I want to accept are more crazy than fiction and fantasy. (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.)