Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I recorded the deepest experience of my two lives in the halo of the kerosene lamp. As a top student, my memory is quite good, but I ca n’t do everything. However, even when the aura of light flashes, from the depths of my mind For the past, the most obscure clip of my past, I will record it with my pen. I have not forgotten the decision to compile an adventure story based on my own experience during the crisis days when I first ventured with Fu Jiang. When I was born, I always took some free time to do this, and now I will stick to it. Today, I am with Fu Jiang again. The place we are in is the same as the place where we first met. There are weird crises everywhere. Bening said that today ’s situation is more dangerous than it was before, and we have to face ourselves. The difficulty of understanding is also clearer than in the past, but it is this feeling that seems to have turned around and returned to the original point, making me not uncomfortable.

How long has it been since Fu Jiang and I killed Luan Zhong and the wizards at the boundary? I have no clear concept, time has no clear scale in this ideological world, and there is no way to compare with the time in the normal world. Everything in the boundary line has been changing all the time. Some of these changes are too small to be noticed, such as changes in the architectural structure of the city, and there are also obvious ones that can be deeply felt, such as changes in the climate. The scenery in the boundary line is the city scenery where Gaochuan is now in the normal world. If Gaochuan leaves this place and arrives in a new city, it is still unknown whether the current scenery will change further, but the time of verification must not be distant.

Speaking of the scenery in the boundary, let's talk about it in more detail, because. Everything here may just be a nightmare for others, but for me and Fu Jiang, it is a fact that must be accepted and faced.

The urban landscape of the borderline has expanded to one third of the actual city area. In the initial period of time, it expanded quite quickly. Especially after fighting with Luanzhong and others. Afterwards, the speed of expansion appeared to be significantly delayed. The current area, I used the super-sweeping energy to reach the other end from one end in only five minutes. Of course, I can be faster, but the faster speed is temporarily meaningless because. For speed swept super energy, speed is just a relative concept.

I have been to the edge of the boundary, no, to be precise, it should be the edge of the urban landscape in the boundary, because, in theory, whether there is a clear landscape or not. There is no limit to the boundary, it is an ideological world based on the collective subconscious. It is the place closest to the deepest part of the collective subconscious. I heard that the "deepest place" is described as an ocean, but even if this concept is so shallow and vividly described, I can hardly imagine it.

So far, I feel that I can truly recognize the deepest existence of this "collective unconscious" or "collective unconscious". I am afraid that there is only the creator of this boundary.

However, based on this concept, in theory, if the power to support the existence of this world is strong enough, the boundary can extend to any place that human beings can "cognize". It is possible to collect all the scenery that human beings can recognize. However, although “all humans” are used here to describe them, they are only relative to all. "Everyone" in the Doomsday Illusion is nothing more than a split personality consciousness of patients with Doomsday Syndrome. From the "reality" level, unless everyone in the world is infected with Doomsday Syndrome, it is difficult to be called in the absolute sense "all".

Because the situation at the reality level and the situation at the end of the illusion are very different in the concept of "quantity", so let ’s put down the "reality" for the time being and reduce the scope to the "end of the illusion" or even the "borderline" Right.

As I said before, the landscape of the borderline is changing, not only because of the changing nature of consciousness, but also because, since these days, the consciousness of people has been pulled into this world. For these entrants, it is obviously not a good experience. This world is so hazy, changeable and crisis-ridden, and full of weird decorations of "nightmares". In my understanding, the reason why the warmth has never appeared in the realm is because it is too picky to absorb the negative consciousness of the entrants. These consciousnesses are the image landscapes of things that make people feel pain, fear and despair. After being absorbed by the boundary line, the landscape of the boundary line will tend to change more “negatively”.

The shape of the building gradually became weird and gloomy, and the internal structure was also distorted. The streets and alleys were made into a maze, and the uneven, seemingly meaningless things full of impression ideas will suddenly appear when you look away. Appeared in the place where there was nothing. But seeing them, you will feel more and more surrounded by some kind of "unknown". The weather will always be hazy, the day will never come, there will be no clouds, and it will not even make people feel that it is a meaningful "sky", just a vast and obscure.

The normal season also becomes meaningless. When one area is still cloudy, another area is raining, the rain will disappear in the next second, and then snow will fall in another area. Such a changeable climate always maintains a constant temperature perception. At least, I have never felt hot or cold, no matter how many clothes I wear or not, it is the same, only the story describes the ghost house "Cold" at the time. If it is placed in a normal world and people live in such an environment, it is not only the psychological need to bear huge pressures, but even the physical physiology will have a vicious change.

As I first saw the first "outsiders" pulled into the entry boundary, there were "monsters" that could be observed. As the number of entrants increased, the types and numbers of these monsters also increased. Some of them are full of aggressiveness, and some are just peeping at you, no one knows, when and where it will attack. At first, Fu Jiang and I were interested in classifying them one by one, but soon gave up, because this is also meaningless. Some monsters can maintain their own shape and ability, but some monsters do not have a real story at all. Shape and ability. Too many monsters were born in places we could not observe, too many monsters. They cannot be marked by their shape and ability. I realized very deeply that I live in a "nightmare".

Here, Fujiang and I will not be hungry, our strength is enough to ensure our safety, though. The harassment of monsters is always troublesome. It is impossible for us to kill all monsters, so we opened up this basement as our shelter.

We have been to the edge of the city landscape, and have seen the endless gray fog, yellow sea water and **** waterfalls, and the mirage that is reflected in the sky and is blurred because of the rapid change. Since they exist, since they exist in this place in this way, they must represent some meaning. However, neither I nor Fujiang can truly analyze these meanings. I will guess that it can be inferred, but the final result, even I feel one-sided and insignificant.

The scenery of this city is so great that although I can reach anywhere in the shortest time, I cannot put the entire city scenery under surveillance. There are always some "nightmares" who appear here. Fu Jiang and I did not notice it at all. If by accident, when Fu Jiang and I went out. When we meet them, we will try our best to provide them with asylum as long as they do n’t wantonly make mistakes because they think they are having nightmares. However, how many people have not met Fu Jiang and me, and how they ended up, is not something that Fu Jiang and I can know.

We live in the boundary. Also only exists in the boundary line.

Some people will only appear here once, while others will appear repeatedly. Some repeaters will always want to get rid of this nightmare, while some repeaters will gradually become interested in the world after the initial panic and fear. After all, the scenery in the boundary line cannot be found in the normal world, and even the imagination is difficult to compare, because such a scenery does not originate from the imagination of a single person, but the multiplication of plural consciousness. I can understand the thoughts of these people, no matter what kind of people they are, I can understand their behavior, whether they are with goodwill or malicious.

I never asked these people how the outside world has become. Although I can do this, I will definitely get accurate information. I observe them, they are also watching me and Fu Jiang. They think that Fu Jiang and I are human beings like them. They are veterans with rich experience in how to survive in this world, and Fu Jiang and me show the power. It is also made in this world. Therefore, bold people have taken more radical actions despite my dissuasion. Of course, I will not deliberately stop them. Just as I always hold the concept of "everyone must be responsible for their actions", I will not hinder them. It is painful to taste the fruit that you have brewed, whether it is bitter or not.

The people I contacted were involved in this "nightmare", excluding Luan Chong's batch, and they were ordinary people who had never known "mystery" before and only regarded them as interesting stories. They simply don't have enough power to face the weirdness that comes at any time. Unless they act extremely conservatively, the best case is that they can persist until they can wake up from this "nightmare".

There are also some people who realize how dangerous their situation is and release the goodwill that guarantees their survival. Fujiang and I received these people and regarded them as friends coming from afar. The basement that Fujiang and I developed initially only needed to meet our own needs, but after these people arrived, we opened some more rooms. Of course, when doing this kind of thing, we will get some weird attention from time to time. However, as I said before, the power of Fu Jiang and I are enough to solve these weirdness and maintain the temporary calm of this place of existence.

There are also a small number of people who seem to like this place and often see them come here and serve as guests and become permanent residents in this underground shelter. However, judging from their appearance and personality, they are all underage girls. There are elementary school students, junior high school students, and girls who have just entered high school. Among them, only two are cheerful, while others have some unhappy pasts. For these people, it seems that this is not only a shelter that protects them from weird intrusions, but also a shelter that can avoid the pain and trouble in the normal world.

Fu Jiang and I did not reject them because they said they had nowhere to go, but I know that this is definitely not their best choice when they have nowhere to go. In this case. I only told them once, but they did not accept it. In the end, I did not, and would not reject them.

The sanctuary has always been full of light, but it is not a bright hall, light from candles and kerosene lamps. Always full of melancholy dizziness. There are no points in the boundary line. In the urban landscape, there are many street lights and shops that are lit, but when you actually check it, you will find that although they seem to be powered by electricity, they are not So one thing, the light bulb is on. The only reason they flicker is that they are such concepts.

I record my memories, modify them, and hide them in the story. The name of the story is "When Crows Weep". I thought for a long time before I found this metaphorical name. It consists of one story after another, connected to each other by clues. Constitute a grand outline of the world view. Whenever I write a draft, I will read it to Fu Jiang. And people who come to this shelter listen to it, some like it, some do n’t like it, but in any case, read the stories they wrote to others. It is always a meaningful thing. In the process, I gradually felt that I actually have the talent to write stories, although some people do not agree.

And I must admit. In such a gloomy environment, listening to stories with strange plots and obscure endings is not an interesting way to pass the time. However, I have been insisting that if there are people who do not like to listen to this story, I will tell her that this is what you have to pay to stay in this shelter.

At the same time, I will also listen to the stories told by these girls with different stories, based on their personal experiences or hearsay. This is our most entertaining activity in this world of little entertainment. We reunite by the dim light, sit around a round table, and determine the order in which everyone tells the story by drawing lots. At this time, Fujiang sometimes changes back to Zhenjiang. Zhenjiang's completely different attitude and atmosphere from Fujiang always make the atmosphere of this story meeting more exciting. Although the tenants did not pursue this weird feeling, the strange and strong breath of Zhenjiang always made them look away.

Occasionally, Zhenjiang will become Zuojiang again, bringing us tea and snacks. At this time, she is always the most popular one.

Because of this time, I do n’t think it ’s too hard to live in this realm. My initial feelings were gradually smoothed out in such a time, and my heart finally returned to peace.

People keep coming, people leave, people die, people are redeemed. The changing scenery seems to outline their painful memories. Fujiang and I observed this anomaly, but it was not anything unusual in the absolute sense. Then, turn it into the material of my story.

Now, I should stop writing. I stopped writing and stood up from the desk, dim light, shaking on the ink. I closed the book, walked out of the bedroom I shared with Fu Jiang, and entered the living room where everyone was partying. In the layout of Zuojiang, it was like an old English castle in the old century, but there was no fire light in the fireplace, only the candlestick shaking the shadow of everyone. All the decorations were taken by Fu Jiang and me from the shop outside, or made by us. At this moment, there are no new arrivals, and only one-third of the resident guests are still here-not being, not that they have completely left this boundary, but at this time, they did not do "Nightmare" only.

They seem to want to do this "nightmare", but the realm will not exert their power to achieve their expectations.

But ~ www.readwn.com ~ Most of the time, they can always enter the world when they want to come. And this made me realize that there must be some abnormalities in them.

They looked at me and habitually adjusted their seats around the round table. Zuo Jiang poured black tea for us and sat quietly in her place. Then, she turned into Zhen Jiang. She raised her head, her dark black hair covered her half of her face, and there was a gloomy luster in the candlelight. The girls felt it as always, and it exuded from her, making people feel like sitting on a needle felt, but no one had left because of inner fear. This is the price they must pay for staying here. They know this and recognize that they have decided to bear this price. Several girls came up with the same book, which must be full of stories they had prepared in advance.

Zhen Jiang used the erratic movement to put the already prepared labels into the bamboo tube and place it in the center of the table.

I sat down next to Zhen Jiang and smiled and said to everyone: So, let's get started, our story will be.

The people present stretched out their hands and took out their own signatures. Maybe it's a good number, maybe it's a bad number, maybe it's unsatisfactory, maybe it meets their wishes. However, this is their life in this realm. (To be continued ...)