Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I stared at the conscious walker who claimed to have cracked my mystery. From the beginning, I did n’t think he could really crack my mystery. Even, he even had this mysterious essence and the terrible nature of it. do not understand. He dragged me into the world of ideology. He probably wanted to win or lose with me on his own territory. He seemed to really think that I was a conscious walker. Indeed, winning or losing in the ideological world is the best choice for dealing with conscious walkers. Only fighting in the ideological world can truly lock, capture, and even hunt conscious walkers. If you do n’t have consciousness, There is no precedent in the past for the restraint of power to try to solve a conscious walker in the normal world.

Even though I can think of various reasons why this conscious walker did this, I still feel that he is wrong and wrong. Because, from the beginning, I was not a conscious walker. In the world of ideology, I am the most proficient, but it is actually "Jiang"!

My left eye was beating, twitching, rolling uncontrollably and tumbling like a child, but it brought me a deep sense of fear. "Jiang" is not a good child. It can't even be described as "child". In this world, it is born as a predator of personality consciousness.

If the end of a patient with Doomsday Syndrome is simply a breakdown of the body and spontaneous combustion, and complete physical death, perhaps it should be considered lucky. However, once it becomes l, although in theory, personality can still continue, and can live in this doomed world, but waiting for these personality consciousness is no longer the simple end of natural death-" "Virus", or "Jiang", will eat them. Thoroughly, there will no longer be a reincarnation, completely devoured.

Then, l will become a pool of clear water.

The same is death, eaten by monsters, and death by lesions. Not emotionally equivalent. Especially for human beings who can already think about their own intelligent life, how terrible it is to be treated as food.

"Virus" cannot be directly observed on the "reality" level. At least, in my memory, the body has never been directly observed. All the knowledge about it is only the various things generated by its activities. The data is inferred. There is such a thing that causes various symptoms of doomsday syndrome. However, in the illusion of doomsday, its activities will be described by more intuitive "phenomenon", especially in the ideological world.

I believe that this conscious walker must have done a lot of analytical work after careful consideration, relying on his own experience. Only then can I conclude the mystery surrounding me, maybe. He has never made a mistake in the past, but this time, apart from saying that he is smart, there is no other way to describe it.

My left eye is also the left eye of Jiang. Said deeper, it is the left eye of the "virus", at this time, it is just about to move.

No, it has already started.

Uncontrollable feeling. Climbing quickly from the depths of the heart, and turning into a more substantial force, rushing to the left eye along the blood vessels. I felt that the left eye socket was like a gate, opened by this uncontrollable force.

I let go of the hand that held it-it couldn't be stopped.

"You just interfere through consciousness and create noise in the consciousness of others." The conscious walker in front of him said so.

I was silent, my left eye was rolling, beating, rushing left and right, as if I were to break free of my eye socket. At the next moment, I felt something, it really broke out of the socket-it was like a fire from a fire hydrant. Shooting blood.

The reddish liquid, like a torrent, swelled rapidly in my field of vision.

It was not a scene described by a blood line or a blood column. The blood spewing out of the eye socket expanded to cover the area of ​​a person's body within a short distance, full of the power sprayed from the high pressure water gun Sense, swallowed everything in front of me in the blink of an eye.

In front of me, only a piece of blood was left.

The voice of the conscious walker disappeared like a freeze. I do n’t know if he escaped or died. What I can really believe is that he can no longer win the battle.

There was a feeling of being attacked behind my head. Without any evasion, I turned around and saw many thorny objects standing in front of my eyes, and then moved forward for another half a meter. Will run through my head, but now, they are blocked by a lot of thick blood, hanging in the air.

The conscious walker has not planned to give up. The scene around me seems to be twisted like a rag with an invisible hand, even with it, my body begins to twist. However, I didn't feel the pain. I looked at my distorted body as if it was just an illusion of deceiving the eyes. In this twisted channel, the only thing that is not affected is the blood-red color-it has no shape and can infect any scene.

The red color was like ink dripping on rice paper, slowly spreading in all directions. Soon, the distorted scene became normal again, except that the entire channel had become a monotonous red.

I did n’t see the conscious walker again, nor did I hear any sound from him, he just disappeared like this, I do n’t think he can escape, and how many people can escape from the boundary of the “jiang” ? My consciousness returned to the body, and the situation in the passage seems to be at this moment, just following the original part, continuing to perform.

I suddenly understood that the place I wanted to go was in this base. Without that inexplicable memory instillation, it is very wonderful, and suddenly knew. The specific coordinates cannot be said, but they intuitively know how to go and how to enter.

At this moment, I understood that the end of the conscious walker did not exceed his expectations.

The left eye has subsided.

In front, the gate of the test site has been raised, and the Armed Hundreds are coming out. The area of ​​the passage has suddenly expanded to an area that can accommodate so many people when I noticed it. The faces of the five Mageweave messengers are no longer as heavy as they used to be, and they have heard that more support troops have turned back and forth from the channel.

"Quark!" I called the angel's name, and I saw it in a trance, and retrieved it from the park that day. Feed it until it's time to become a demon. Obviously standing in the base channel, but as if standing in the dark path of the park, in front of me, the figure of the Mageweaver and the soldiers of the armed forces are blurring and fading. Instead, it was a lush tree.

This tree is so tall that I feel too thin.

I seemed to be ten years old again, playing alone in the nearby park.

A group of children of the same age cheered, their figure was so illusory, like a group of ghosts that appeared and disappeared. They are clamoring, high-fiving and jumping. I know that they wounded the wings of an unlucky crow with a slingshot. My eyes are moving. Staring, the prowling crow was already there for some time, holding an eyeball tightly.

The details of this eyeball are so clear, it is like the lens is focused on it specifically-the blood has coagulated, and the atrophic nerve tissue is still connected to the back of the eyeball.

Clear details, with crows holding eyes. It also becomes more distinct, everything except it and the eyeball. It becomes an irrelevant background.

"Quark." I shouted its name. In fact, the name didn't have much meaning. What was important was just the meaning of this crow and this eyeball. I remember it, in that dreamlike "reality". Quark does not exist. This scene is just a vivid and tragic painting hanging in the "Gaochuan" ward. That's what you can see by observing yourself from the perspective of "reality". The inner **** drawn by my "Gao Chuan".

In fact, I have never been sure whether "reality" is really "reality". For me, "the reality I see after waking up" is nothing more than a world called "reality". The word "reality" is just a name used to distinguish the two worlds, and does not have the meaning it should have.

Many times, in my mind, the intersection of the two worlds is so close that it is impossible to distinguish them completely, which is true, which is false, which is the primary, and which is secondary. In fact, I have also been confused, trying to distinguish which world is true for myself.

However, I don't know when the confusion disappeared. I can't help thinking, because I have completely accepted the relationship between the two worlds?

Now, the illusion that reappeared in front of my eyes made me feel like standing on the border of two worlds for a moment.

Then, the edges of the world coincide at my feet.

It was just a trance time. Those words, memories, and illusions all disappeared, as if their appearance was originally an illusion, and the only thing that distinguished the previous and the present was the large black feathers that suddenly rolled from the front and back of the passage. It was like two black tornadoes in conflict with each other, swept from my front and back, many people exclaimed, dodge, but they can not stop the attack of these feathers.

Because it was too sudden, their subconscious response was neither an attack nor a dodge. They could only cover their faces in vain, unprepared.

Wow la la--

The black feathers collided over the top of my head, and fell down again, and the whole passage was like a black goose feather snow.

"Calm down! Calm down!" The commanders of the armed forces snapped. In my chain decision, these people were not hurt by this mutation, they just gave a false alarm.

There was only one crow, which fluttered and fluttered in the black feathers falling down, and his claws clasped tightly on my raised arm.

"Long time no see, quark." I said to it.

It just tilted his head, staring at me with eyeglasses that had no impurities and no emotion. I can see my reflection in that transparent pupil.

"Damn! What is this?" Someone scolded.

"Envoy, is it an enchanter !?" The enchanted Mageweave messenger looked at the quark and stunned. The emotions lurking in his voice made me seem to catch something-in this doomsday illusion, the angels also seem to be very rare and can represent something in a certain sense.

"Spread out! All spread out!" The Mageweave messenger with frost superpower yelled: "No attack! Listen to my orders, no attack! I'm a level 3 special operations commander! This is my order, and you shouldn't take the initiative attack!"

There were brief disturbances in the armed personnel of more than 400 people. However, it took less than ten seconds to confirm the situation and orders, and then quickly arranged a loose formation. Put up all the heavy weapons. By this time, the passage had expanded into a huge square, and all the rooms had already spiraled down below the ground.

I have been completely surrounded by the long muzzle and muzzle, which blocked my front, back, left and right so that the water could not leak. People in cyberball. It was only at this time that there was some shadow of relief. Although there was no immediate attack, the atmosphere of stalemate was completely inelastic, as if any action that would make people misunderstand would detonate the tragic battle.

"Enchanter! Really enchanter!" The speed-type Mageweave messenger finally said, "However, it feels a bit subtle. Is that bird really a demon? And ... there is no limestone. Ash fog, no magic Array, he has nothing on him, how did he summon it? "

"Probably what special technology? Mystery is mysterious, doesn't it mean that it doesn't represent the objective law, nor does it follow the established pattern?" The Mageweaver with reflection superpower said condensedly: "all Do n’t make a fuss after mixing in this circle for so long. It ’s a shame. ”

The refuted Mageweaver made his face stink, but he didn't refute it.

"So. What should I do now? The three-level Mageweave messenger plus the enchanter ..." said the super-powerful Mageweave messenger with a frown. His voice is very light, but my chain judged that it has been locked within a range of 50 meters. When the sound is transmitted in the air, it causes fluctuations. As long as he makes a sound, it triggers the turbulence of the particles. It is impossible to escape my monitoring-like the vibration experiment of a tuning fork, it will leave a clear and visible pattern in the thin sand layer.

However, they do not need to be so troublesome.

Quark's ability determines that they must not be able to capture me unless. People who have the ability to block the space specifically are here, or they can completely control this temporary data hedging space, otherwise, it is impossible to stop-the jump in the shadow.

Indeed, this is the base of the online ball, a huge space for temporary data hedges, but, I do n’t think they can truly master this mysterious essence. Because their s organization—essentially a reduced activation-type temporary data hedge space—has only just entered the stage of experimental manufacturing. Compared with what I once knew in the past world, they are technically capable. It's a long way behind.

"So—" I interrupted their whispered consultations full of anxiety and anxiety. In their stunned gaze, quark turned into a black cloak and wrapped around me.

Then I started sinking in the shadow.

"Just say goodbye." When I said this, the netball soldiers almost couldn't bear to attack, but they were still suppressed by the five Mageweave messengers and commanders.

"No shots! No shots! Let him go!" They shouted loudly. Although it is unclear what the reason for their decision was, they really felt beyond their own ability, and were deeply concerned about it, they still obeyed the special circumstances in the rules and regulations, and would not be unnecessary for an uncertain possibility The casualties have increased. However, in my opinion, their decision is undoubtedly correct.

I couldn't hear their decision after I left, but the base's alert level did not decrease. When I broke away from the shadow world, in the similar channel as before, the dazzling and deep crimson light was still spinning, and the rapid alarm sound was repeated regularly. I do n’t know where I am at this time, where is this base, but the last message left by the conscious walker who died in the boundary line turned into a clear feeling, in my Whispered in his ear: this is here, this is the place I was looking for.

The experimental arsenal of this network ball base.

There are many doors in the aisle, and each door is exactly the same in appearance. However, I just know which door is correct.

I stepped forward ~ www.readwn.com ~ pushed it away.

Another huge proving ground space unfolded in front of my eyes.

After a layer of transparent protective glass, intensive and violent fire test is in progress. The glass isolates the smoke and the loud noise. I stood at the door and could only hear the buzzing sound of the operation of the experimental instrument. Many researchers and security guards are intertwined with busy scenes.

I opened the door and let some people's eyes turn towards this side. In fact, I was also very surprised. I opened the door so easily, and didn't feel any security detection was triggered. The security defense configuration here is really so slack, do you think the enemies here do not invade?

Although, people are constantly focusing their eyes on me, the security guards have begun to pull away the researchers and assign personnel to come towards this side with vigilance. However, my attention was inexplicably attracted to an unobservable place somewhere. It was a very strange feeling, as if there was a voice calling, as if it were just an illusion. The direction I looked at was obscured by obstacles. If something really is calling me, then it must be outside the observation range of the chain judgment.

I subconsciously have a sense of alertness to this call. (To be continued ...)