Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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"There is no food." Zuo Jiang said, shaking the kettle while making an empty sound, it seemed that there was still a little water. Whatever decoration in the room exudes a simple atmosphere, compared to the refuge before, it can be described as a thorough slum. However, although there is no air conditioner and no ventilation equipment is seen, the temperature is still suitable and I do n’t feel stuffy. Netball does not spend too much time in tidying up the room, but only maintains the basic needs of living. Twenty-four hours before the pre-war meeting, if there is no food and water in the personal room, there may be a communal canteen. In addition, the shower room is also common, which is very suitable for the underground built earlier. The impression of the base. I do n’t have much to complain about, and I have experienced a lot of temporary living conditions that are worse than this, but if possible, I still hope to return to a comfortable environment that is at least similar to a refuge dormitory.

"Zuo Jiang, are you tired?" I asked.

"What does Achuan plan to do?" Zuo Jiang asked back.

"Go and see." I said.

Zuo Jiang shrugged his shoulders and said that he had no desire to have in-depth contact with other people: "Anyway, these guys are going to die soon. It's useless to know or not to know." These words made me think deeply. From my point of view, I still hope to remember the looks and names of these people. In other words, as a survivor, I feel that I should remember those people who will die mostly. It is a bit hypocritical to say that "heroes will always live in people's hearts". However, if there is one day. Doomsday illusions no longer exist, "reality" becomes the only reality, then, I am probably the only one who can prove that they exist only in this world.

If even I die, then, including this world, people or things are fine. All existence, there will be no trace at all, how sad it should be. I hope, at least after my death, who can be sure that I have lived, so. I also hope that when I can't save the dead, they can at least become the recorders they once existed. I like to write my own experiences into stories, probably driven by this kind of psychology.

No one but me can do this kind of thing. "Jiang" is not a person and has no interest in such things. The other Gaochuan is just across the ocean thousands of miles away. What he has observed is different from what I have observed, no matter in terms of region, perspective or thinking. I know. There is only one "Gaochuan" after all, however. I'm not sure, when there is only one "Gaochuan" left, my memory, my thoughts, my cognition, all constitute the intellectual and sensibility of "me", how much can be passed on-certainly not That's all, otherwise, every new Gaochuan personality will no longer be a temporarily new personality, and as far as I know, once Gaochuan dies, the new Gaochuan is completely new.

My existence at this time is special enough, it is an anomaly that contradicts the laws of the past, and it must also have a certain purpose of a certain will. I do n’t know whether this will and the purpose it has for me are good intentions or maliciousness. On the surface, it is a means of "Jiang", but "Jiang" in my knowledge is just a "virus" because It's just a face from my observation. Can I be resurrected simply because "Jiang" loves me? Or, is it a certain deeper need to be expressed through "Jiang" activities? I think I am no different from the past, but is it really the same? There are too many questions, and I cannot find the answer. The more I walk into the mystery of the "virus", the more I feel that I am an isolated island living in an extremely vast ocean. I cannot fully understand the world outside the isolated island from the understanding of the isolated island, nor can I associate it What does the world outside the island look like, and how does it relate to the island where I am?

A question that is too complicated may be a good thing. If I do n’t know the answer, it means that I will not be exposed to the fear and despair caused by the deep unknown.

I need hope. The reason why I can go to the present is probably because the current darkness and despair cannot completely overwhelm my hope. However, when all the answers are answered, is the front line that I can see clearly a real light or a deeper darkness? I'm a little scared, so I would rather be like a fool, confused by a question that can't get an answer, and finding the answer in a faltering way.

In fact, I know that I do n’t need an answer. What I need is just a reason and hope to go on.

I pushed open the door and walked in the passage. Many people began to say hello to me. I responded at random and discussed with them the knowledge of this base. Gathered here are not only experts in mystics, experienced soldiers in the mystery circle, ordinary soldiers with rigorous style, people from large organizations, members of small organizations, and unorganized but powerful enough independent walkers. Everyone here understands what he is about to face in this battle, and he does not shy away from talking about the possibility of a nine-death life. However, from their tone, I can feel a courage of determination. Although the benefits before and after the war are important, they are not the most important. It is because everyone is a person who walks on the lifeline all the year round, so he understands the preciousness of life better. The idea similar to "Maybe you will not be yourself" is basically absent. Although mysterious events pay attention to luck, you will voluntarily commit your life to the luck of a nine-death life. Things to do.

There are no idiots here, they could have refused to participate in this operation, but they still came here. This is not an impulse. It is also an insult to simply use "man-made money to describe" their decision. However, from their mouths, I still learned that in the previous period of time, a small number of people have regretted and decided to leave-the longer the time of thinking, the consciousness in the heart. Will be gradually worn away by the fear of death. Most people will not blame or look down on the guy who gave up temporarily, however. It is impossible to say that there is no mustard in my heart.

"Before the combat meeting begins, anyone who wants to quit will have a period of psychological counseling, and if they still decide to quit, they will not be rejected. From this point of view, it is not a cold and brutal organization." It seems that the big five and three are thick and fierce, and it seems that the strong men who didn't learn and do nothing in their early years say so. "Boy, I advise you not to force yourself, you will be ridiculed and flinch from the big deal. It is better than not being enlightened enough and dying on the battlefield with regret."

"Do you think you are going to die?" I ignored his slightly sneered persuasion, and asked instead.

The man's expression gloomy. After thinking about it for a while, I said, "I hope I can survive, but ..." He raised his chin to the other end of the corridor, about 30 meters away. "To say that the guy who really put life and death away, to It ’s not non-existent. There are people like that. Plus, I have repeatedly thought about Las Vegas, so I believe in my consciousness. Do you know? I have a wife, a mistress, and three Daughter and a son. If I die, it will be a very serious blow to them, but, compared to this, I find it more difficult to accept that if I do n’t try to do something, the Nazis The butcher knife will come to the people I love so much. "At this point, he paused and said to me word by word:" Withdrawal is because there is a retreat, but we are already people who have no retreat. " "

Las Vegas must win in the First World War. Even if it is the price of life, someone always pays the price. To complete this victory, there are many people who are afraid of fighting and sacrificing all over the world. The people who are going to participate in this battle will certainly not be only one or two hundred people gathered in this base. This is the man's perception of this mortal battlefield. He said to me: "The people who did not come here may not be afraid of them. I think this is just a meaningless sacrifice. I also know that many people feel that The people who came to participate in this battle are just madmen who are fascinated and rich, but there are many people who cannot come because they do not have the conditions to participate in this battle. In my heart, this is a battle The battle of honor is probably my innate mission. I have written my suicide note and my family will be proud of what I have done. "

"Yes, some things always have to be done by someone. If we fail, there will be more people to do it." My heart is solemn. Can the people in front of me survive this battle? ? The possibility is minimal, and his contribution is not unclear to everyone, and they do n’t understand. Maybe in this world, someone will remember his existence, but after the end of the world and the world collapses, who else can? Remember how he lived here so hard, fighting for a safe future for his family? His success, his sacrifice, does not mean that his wishes can be realized, but this intention really exists in the world I live in, the present I observe, the reality I face.

I will remember him, let me exist, remember that he once existed.

Like this man, there are many people who have great consciousness. Some of them feel anxious, nervous, and uneasy about the future. The amazing probability of death that can be expected is a hard bone that lies in their hearts. Some people chewed and swallowed, others coughed and coughed, but couldn't spit it out. Some people are silent, some people take every minute and every second as their last moment to enjoy, even if there is no good place for fun in this base, some people are like devout believers, murmur In the final prayer, some people regard the moment different from the past as daily life and spend it peacefully. I walked straight along the passage as if I could hear the voices in these people's hearts. It was an unusual mess, but in the end, under the coordination of a certain main melody, it became a symphonic piece.

I saw someone unable to withstand this pressure, carrying their luggage and telling their companions that they were leaving. Before I arrived, someone had already left, and after I arrived, someone also chose to leave. But no one ridiculed him, because his choice was originally correct in another sense.

Everything here is alive, full of interlaced thoughts and emotions, they make me feel that what I have been insisting on is not a mistake, and a person like me. In this world, there is not only one. I am unique. But this is not the case.

The choice here, the consciousness here, the decisiveness here, the possibilities hidden here, the cruelty shown here, the silence here, the noise here all make me feel. It ’s great to see these people here.

I chatted with them, talked about my understanding of the war, made jokes with each other, went to see some people's jokes, and was joked by some people. Nothing here is very serious. But it can also be said that everything is serious. Because everyone knows that the next time is likely to be the end of his life. A person who wants to dedicate all of himself to someone he cherishes at the last moment of his possible life. What will you do? Here, you have the answer.

They made me feel the reality of my existence and the weight of life meaning.

On my way back to the room, I felt some other gaze, which was the closed room. But the people inside used mystery and stared at me through the door wall. These eyes are being examined, but not hostile. I didn't open the chain judgment to observe the people inside, but when I passed the door, they took the initiative to open the door.

It was a man and a woman, suspected of being an Asian couple. From the first time I saw the costumes of the two, I realized who I had met. Both men and women are in their thirties, and the clothes they wear are not modern formal wear and casual wear. Although they are designed to be as sporty as tight-fitting sportswear, they are full of antiquity in style. Perhaps, it can be said that it is a green shorts with modern elements. It is undoubtedly full of the charm of the ancient Central Duchy. These two men were probably mentioned by the bald man before, from the supporters of the mysterious organization in the Central Principality. Their expressions are gentle and solemn, and every move is reminiscent of the saying that "gentlemen are like jade". For me, the breath they exude is familiar and unfamiliar, just like the ancients who came out of time, are used to After the civilization of modern society, it is impossible to change what is deep in the bone marrow.

"The two are?" Perhaps the reason is that the two are so infectious, and I unconsciously used grammatical words that were not written as soon as I spoke.

"Clear in the text below, the word Xunda, this is the insider Wenshi Wanqing." The middle-aged male salutes.

"Have seen Brother Wen, in Xia Gaochuan, there is no word yet." I couldn't help but do the same salute according to the gourd painting scoop, but it was a little awkward, because, I don't have the charm of the two, so in my own It seems that this action also has a slightly monkey-like taste.

"Originally, it was Brother Gao. It was fate to meet each other, why not enter the house?" Wen Qing gave a sideways gesture, elegant and courteous, but gave me a pressure. As the bald man described before, the two looked It's not a domineering person, a person who is difficult to communicate, but it is really difficult to get along with. This is a gap that originates from thought and custom, and even from words and deeds.

I thought about it and rejected the invitation. Although I was curious about them and the mysterious organization of the Central Duchy they represented and originally decided to want to communicate with them in depth, but from the mood at this time, I felt Not ready yet. If you want to know more about it, entering one's room by yourself will inevitably make you more uncomfortable, and you will inevitably have improper places in the conversation. However, if you let the two come to your room and receive them with Zuo Jiang, it might be better.

So, I gently refused: "Sorry, after coming out for a long time, the insider must have been waiting in the room. So, why don't the two go to my couple's residence? I'm also curious about the mystery of the mainland I presume that you have also discovered that in the foreign land, the words and deeds of the two people inevitably stem from the cultural and ideological barriers, and it is not easy to communicate. Although they are also closely related to the Central Principality, they have not been from small to large. After being influenced by the two ancient Chinese studies, if they were in the two rooms, I was afraid they would not be able to say anything. "

Wen Qing and his wife Wan Qing smiled at each other, and then nodded and said to me: "Since Brother Gao frankly, I can understand it, so as Brother Gao said, I went to disturb."

"Welcome to welcome." I bowed to salute again and led the way ahead.

Zuo Jiang seemed to have noticed something in advance. Before I knocked on the door, it opened the door. When I saw the Wenqing couple behind me, there was no unexpected look. As usual, I said cheerfully and generously, "Achuan, You are back. Are these two guests? "

"This is Uchiko Zuojiang." I introduced to the two.

"In the following evening, Qingqing, the grandson Wenqing, the first time to go to the door, if there is something rude, please bear with me." Wenqing's wife Wanqing also replied generously.

"Is it a member of the mysterious organization in the hinterland? Really a stranger, and I saw it for the first time." Zuo Jiang didn't be dragged into the rhythm of the text by the two, and responded naturally with modern language, letting out the door. path of.

Wen Qing blinked, with no meaning in his eyes. Although I noticed it, I didn't feel malicious. Lenovo's own far-fetched actions could not help but speculate, I am afraid that the previous unnatural, I am afraid it is not a normal phenomenon. The influence of temperament has caused subconscious pressure. Even in modern psychology, there are many judgments. I am afraid that these two members of the mysterious organization from the Central Principality have used their own mystery to further increase this power. Such an approach also exists in Asian mystics.

My consciousness was affected, but because the other party was not deliberate and malicious, I didn't notice it immediately. Zuo Jiang completely ignored this influence, and it was because of her stylistic gap between her words and deeds and those of her that they made me react. Before refusing to talk in the Wenqing couple's room, it should be the right choice, otherwise, during the conversation, it will probably be led by the other party. Even if the reaction comes back afterwards, it can only eat the loss. The bald man briefly mentioned the situation of the two. Because of the inconvenience of communication, the two have always stayed out of the house. However, from the current situation, it must be because many people have suffered from this. A kind of pain, so he gave up further exploration and interaction-for other people, the actual contact with the members of the mysterious organization of the Central Principality is also a rare and fresh experience, and few people should be indifferent to this.

As I guessed, I invited the Wenqing couple to sit down. The previous situation said that the confrontation also appeared to be reluctant. In this kind of unpredictable collision of temperament and momentum, it is naturally unreasonable to refute. Strong self-argument is the fault of the other party, but instead makes his temperament appear low. Although I think that I am not a magnanimous person, I do not bother to fight unpleasantly in this regard.

"Sorry, just arrived here, even the water hasn't called, there is really nothing to entertain." Zuo Jiang was not afraid of anything, and said naturally, seated beside me.

"It's really ashamed that the two couples came here for the first time, but my couple was in a rash of visits." Wen Qing really showed an embarrassed look, "or let's get tea in the house, we both like tea I brought some good tea with me. "As I said, I would get up and go outside, but I stopped by.

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." I said so. Wen Qing looked at me very carefully and seemed to confirm whether I was in a polite setting.

"Not in the guest set ~ www.readwn.com ~ Zuo Jiang and I were already full before we arrived at this base." I said. I finally got rid of the old creaky style of speech, and felt more comfortable when talking.

"Wenqing and Wanqing, we are comrades in the future, but we don't know anything about you. I have also spent a lot of time in the Central Duchy, Achuan is also a citizen of the Central Duchy, but I have never heard of your organization. The Central Principality is also not a mysterious insulated place, so many troubles have appeared in the country, and you are really suffocating. "Zuo Jiang complained half-truly.

"Oh, when trouble comes up, someone will solve it naturally. Not all troubles need our own hands." Wen Qing smiled gently and said: "Although Mrs. Zuo said so dangerously, in fact, the Central Principality still suffers The country with the least impact of the mysterious disaster, is n’t it? Moreover, this time to come as a guest is to enhance mutual understanding. I also have a lasting reason to deliberately avoid the world. If it is placed elsewhere, it is difficult to say, but at this time At this moment, there is not much need for confidentiality. "

I have noticed that although Wen Qing's speech still has the lingering feeling, on the whole, it has become closer to the modern language style. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please read it for mobile users.)