Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I realized that l hid his ability. When communicating with me, he clearly stated that he relied on writing the real name of the target in "" and directly killed the other party through mysterious channels. However, from this time he From the perspective of performance, when discussing the plan with others, it is likely that this ability characteristic was not explained, which also means that in this beheading operation, he did not put himself in the main position, but only He is acting as a participant representing the Black Nest party-at least, he deliberately portrayed himself as such in the eyes of other conscious walkers. And the freedom of planning details is not compelling now. For others, this degree of freedom is necessary, and for l, there is nothing bad about it.

I am the same, the current degree of freedom is also very important.

The existence of "Jiang" makes me a conscious walker. Taking its existence as a premise, taking into account the situation of being pulled into ideology, there are naturally some unusual things. I don't think that the conscious walkers here can break through the "jiang" blockade. In this way, there is only one truth, and today's changes are also left by Jiang.

What kind of influence this laissez-faire will cause, and what kind of turning point it will have in the future, are temporarily unknown. However, I must leave room for buffering for such possible impacts and changes. Even if the power of "Jiang" is released, the conscious walkers here, including Father Edward and my temporary companions, are unlikely to survive. However, I have no reason and idea to kill others here. The goal is only Father Edward. Regardless of the future, at least for now, I am willing to fight with these conscious walkers and annihilate the doomsday truth here.

These people, including Black Nest. Whether the relationship with the network ball is good or bad, how will it change, and whether it conflicts with my position, it is a matter of the future, and at this moment, regardless of the original intention. What we have done can really reduce the pressure on this city and save more people.

I have never thought about killing people other than myself with reasons such as "unnecessary", "hypothesis" and "possibility". So what's the point of doing it? Just to prove that "I am lonely, do not need friends, and there will be no one who really understands me"? Such a proof is meaningless.

No matter how the hero ends, but in the process. Heroes are never alone. Heroes can always find their companions, even if they are temporary, even if they will part ways in the future, or even face each other with swords. However, in the life path of a hero, there has never been only one person fighting alone.

I yearn for heroes. I want to be a hero. I am willing to practice the way of heroes that I know. and so. I never shy away from the contradictions that I have to face. I will be troubled by the contradictions. Thinking hard, but never because of the existence of these contradictions, to cut off the side of the contradiction, so that this contradiction is not established. I never pursue the most efficient, nor can I deliberately ignore the path to the goal for a certain goal. The various scenes that appear.

I'm running, I'm worrying, I'm conflicting, I'm going to suffer, I'm sad. Will be stubborn, there will be times of incomprehension and thinking, but when I look back at me like that, I feel my existence is so real. I don't hate myself like this, but I don't, and I can't go to the past to change things that make me feel sorry. When all the pain is no longer pain, when all the regrets become a kind of scenery, I think I will usher in a new life.

On the way forward, my thoughts are still diverging, but in my heart, the enthusiasm for fighting has never been extinguished. I couldn't stop myself from thinking, even, I imagined that the next story, there will be a heart-warming and logical process, and finally get a perfect solution. I hope so, and I am willing to do all I have to chase such a beautiful dream.

I feel that I am running both in the "real" and in a "dream", and my body is getting lighter and lighter, as if riding on an invisible wind, and it will be crossed without starting the speed sweep Beside one after another companion.

There was a real sense of grip in my hand. I do n’t know when I had a huge suitcase in my hand, and the crimson trench coat was shaking against the wind on my body, but when other people cast strange eyes, I felt covered Hard object on the face. I took it off, it turned out to be the harlequin mask I had worn in the past. Feet, knees, waist, wrists, chest, shoulders are all tightly hooped. The tightness of those hard objects makes me so familiar. At that moment, I seem to be back, just The nights when I became a messenger and wanted to show my strength.

"Mr. Gaochuan?" I ignored other people's eyes and just said to myself. Then, I smiled gently at Gaochuan, which once existed and seemed to have been deep in my heart, and threw away the harlequin. mask.

Now I do n’t need it anymore, and I wo n’t be it again.

I no longer need to cover up my inner wanderings, nor do I need to repel the contradictions in my heart. The reason why I kill, fight, do things that I don't need to do, but still do it, away from the straight road, and choose The rugged trail, what to abandon, what to save, is not because of consciousness, but because of my inner heart, which can already face this and bear it all.

Under the watchful eye of everyone, the harlequin mask was blown into powder into the mist, and the weird races in the depths of the mist were surging, but it was like a violent but not long-lasting vortex. , Malicious, in an atmosphere snooped by them.

"What's going on?" A companion asked.

"I took what I needed and threw away what I no longer needed." I said.

In the world of consciousness, the change of thinking and the burden of thinking always bring some changes to one's own image. In this world, everything is "symbolic" and everything is "meaningful". In fact, I don't need to explain too much, I believe that these conscious walkers can definitely understand. "Harlequin mask" and "Take off and throw away the harlequin mask", can actually suggest what kind of psychological changes. When they came in, they were already in their best fighting state, and it wasn't until now that I wore the most impressive and most used combat attire. So, this must be good news for them.

"Well done, even wearing a mask in consciousness, and it is still a clown-like mask, it is too sad." Female conscious walkers with hot bodies but ordinary looks said with an approving tone, but their eyes were as if Glancing pointedly at another female conscious walker wearing a gas mask. The other party just glanced indifferently and ignored it.

"It seems that Mr. Gao Chuan's condition is good. This is good news." The priest said, turning his words and asking again: "Excuse me, what is your relationship with Mr. Gao Chuan's whisperer?"

This problem brought Ben's eyes away from me again. Even those who have been immersed in calculating and deciphering the "obstacles" set by Father Edward in this ideological world cannot help but look away.

"This is ..." I paused and smiled at them. Say: "Secret."

These gazes that gathered on me paused, and then they dispersed. I heard many people whispering deliberately, of course, that is what they can do now. The team that was originally tense and jerky like a rusty gear, because of this interruption. It is easy to lubricate a lot. The members of this team, including me and I, belong to different organizations, with different positions, and the contradiction between them once rose to hostility. Although it was temporarily oppressed by external forces, it temporarily formed an action team, but everyone knows that there is not much trust and understanding between each other. It is like mixing different paints together. Is it possible to draw beautiful patterns, but No one is optimistic.

The enemies to be faced are powerful. Everyone knows that one ’s own side must be run in, but this is not so easy. They have also tried it, but the effect has not been very good, the atmosphere is very stiff, and even with many meanings, it is not good for the taste. However, I clearly felt that what I said before gave this team a tacit understanding.

"Five minutes." A conscious walker said.

"It's going well. If we continue this way, we can arrive five minutes earlier." L said that he had always had a calm and rigid voice, and also a little softer. He once entered this ideological world, knowing the methods of Father Edward, and the route he chose at this time was all formulated by him.

Father Edward would not easily let the enemy reach his side. According to L, his method was to "prolong the distance", so that the enemy's time and energy would be consumed in the nightmare in the gray mist. The priest ’s cross blocked the nightmare ’s temptation, but it only lasted for twenty minutes, and the outside time, although relatively slow here, was constantly passing. In this case, the more the action time is shortened, the better for us.

The good news of l inspires everyone.

"I believe that everyone here will not say their real name, or even the commonly used code name, right?" A conscious walker said, "but we do need a title to constrain this cooperation. Although I like fighting freely, if it is too loose, it is not conducive to the next action. "So, his eyes fell on me and L. Our name is well known to the public. His gaze rested on other conscious walkers, who should know some of them, but, perhaps, as he said, not everyone is familiar with the others here.

Name, in the world of conscious walkers, in the eccentricity of ideology, has always been something with mysterious meaning, enlarged to other mystics, "name" is not just a code name. Although l said that his ability involves "real name", not an ordinary name, and a random code, but this does not mean that the "pseudo-name" and "temporary code" that are randomly placed on him are true. Is of no use at all.

Regardless of the origin of the "name", it refers to its own "existence". In the mystery, it has always been implicitly mysterious. The only difference is the size of this mysterious effect.

In ideology, tell your own code—whether or not the code is genuine, as long as it is spoken by yourself, it will make sense—to tell others that you can set up a kind of consciousness constraint. The power of this constraint is not fixed, however. It does exist.

Every conscious walker understands the importance of completing this constraint, but this requirement cannot be put forward in the state of the team earlier.

Now, one conscious walker finally broke the silence, others did not object.

"Just call me Gao Chuan." I said first. "I only use this name."

"Same, I am l." L replied immediately.

"Gas mask." Said the female conscious walker wearing a gas mask. However, her casual tone makes it impossible to tell whether this is a random code, or her real code.

"Chili." Said the hot, general-looking female conscious walker.

"Shepherd." The priest said. "Shepherd" has a specific and profound metaphor in religious mystics, for a conscious walker dressed as a priest. With such a code name, it is naturally impossible for the attitude to be arbitrary, and it is also in line with his identity. However, when I heard "Shepherd", I always remembered the silent German "Shepherd" who used to fight against the Mar Jones family. Of course, the two are very different in terms of appearance, character, ability and identity, just the name "Shepherd Dog". It also has a special meaning to me, it is like a part of my past nameplate.

"Head horse." Another male conscious walker hesitated. Just said that he was dressed as a western cowboy.

"Cocktail." The last one was very reserved, and the dress was very neat and tidy. The male conscious walker, like a traditional gentleman, kept pace and followed, then said: "Seven people are really meaningful. Numbers. Did you know? Such a scene reminds me of the special film "Seven Samurai" filmed in the 11th district of the Central Principality. The number 7 has always been in the Asian cultural circle, especially in the cultural and historical radiation area of ​​the Central Principality. It has an important and unique meaning. It represents elegance, poignancy, love, and death, both full of hazy fantasy and hazy fear. This is a freehand, contradictory but harmonious beauty, just like the same picture Ink landscape painting. "

He said that, and then he saw a daze or a boring look. He suddenly got angry and said: "a group of vulgars." Then he turned to me and said: "Mr. Gao Chuan also looks Asian, is it the Central Duchy? You must understand it? Seven's aesthetics. "

"Sorry, I haven't watched" Seven Samurai "." I replied a little apologetically: "I don't like the number seven. In comparison, I prefer the number four. I like landscape painting, but I can't get the number seven. Think of ink-and-water landscape painting. Of course, I have respect for your research. What you said is something I never meant to test. "

"Cocktail" seemed to be seriously hit, his face pale, he thought for a while, and finally grunted, and fell silent again.

The atmosphere was a little embarrassing for a while, but maybe it was just for me, the others didn't care much, it was just a "cocktail" neurotic nagging. After exchanging the code names, this team did produce some tacit understanding, just like an invisible silk thread, connecting us with each other, even if it is only possible to break the connection at any time, but the existence and non-existence are totally different.

Afterwards, all the way smoothly, although the direction is very clear, but under the leadership of l, we still went around some circles, although several times felt that we were far away from the position of strong presence, but compared with the original position, it is indeed already Very close.

"Five minutes." The leader who reminded the time before reported again.

The next moment, L suddenly accelerated, he whispered, "It's here!" Then, as if the figure melted into the fog in front, disappeared without a trace in just three seconds. Simply in terms of his speed multiplied by the distance that time can cross, it is impossible for him to reach beyond the visible range. However, everyone soon understood that, because the others who followed were also in the fog one after another.

When it was my turn ~ www.readwn.com ~ I just felt like I had broken through a thin membrane. At the next moment, both time and ground disappeared, and when I felt a down-to-earth feeling again, it was inevitable. The scenery in front of me has changed greatly, and other companions are stumbling around beside him. After standing on his heels, everyone is quickly looking at the situation here.

The scenery here is like a towering high mountain, a section close to the top of the mountain, the cliff is behind you, and there is endless gray fog below, like a cloud of smoke, the top of the cliff where we are, its flatness is like deliberately cut and carved The red and white pebbles are arranged in strange patterns. At first glance, some people feel uneasy and uneasy. At the beginning, they have a subjective impression of "ominous things". On the farther front, there are steps opened along the mountain, and a straight line leads to the top of the mountain. The number of steps is about more than one hundred steps. However, each step has a height of half an adult. It looks like Not for humans.

"Where is the demon?" Chili asked suspiciously.

"It's here, be careful. Let's go up!" L said, and as soon as we were ready to follow up, the body suddenly became very heavy.

That's a huge suction force from the platform, like a magnet. (To be continued ...)