Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 271: Interlude death (5)

He nodded and shook his head again, "Unfortunately, something went wrong in the first step. You jumped off the building, which has some impact on your brain. No, maybe it is because of this impact that the treatment will be critical. Progress, I don’t know if these materials are still useful, but let’s take a look."

Doctor Ender picked up a form, glanced through reading glasses, glanced at me, and said, “So, how much do you remember about yourself? For example, what’s your name? I lived there before I came here. Where, who are there in the family? Come, tell me, and remember what you remember, whether it is false or true, come and listen."

Of course I remember, my name is Gao Chuan, I am seventeen years old, a citizen of the Central Duchy, and an honor student in a college. Parents, relatives, address, school, friends who have been with each other, etc., all these things that will not cause much trouble even if they are said, I will repeat them all. Even the end of the world is coming, the existence of the Chosen and the Prophet, the huge three organizations "Cyberball", "Doomsday Shinrikyo" and "Black Nest" hidden in the dark, and their own subordination to the "Cyberball" in the final battle. In the middle of being killed by someone, this kind of thing has not been concealed by Ranwen.com.

I want to see what kind of expression this Dr. Ender used to treat my memory.

However, Dr. Ender's reaction is not in my guess. He did not disregard these words as a mental patient's rants by Ranwen.com, but he did not have much interest in Ranwen.com. It seemed that he had anticipated what I was saying. Although not entirely disapproving, he did not agree. How serious I feel.

"Well, come and see, whether you believe it or not, this is your'real' identity." Dr. Ender handed a copy to me.

I wanted to see what I was feeling, but suddenly became hesitant. Seeing that I did not have Ranwen Novel.com and reached out to pick it up, Dr. Ander handed the information forward again, and uttered, "Hey, look, it's good for you."

I settled down and received the information. There is only a neat line of handwriting on the dark blue cover-"Ander's Game-Notes for the First Pseudo-Dead Sea Document to Make Related Structures".

Although there is a name that is confusing, like a malicious joke, the content after the cover page is only a thin piece of paper.

No, it's wrong——

I look to the last line habitually. First look at the ending, postscript and reference list. This is a habit I have developed over the years. So I intuitively felt that the content of this piece of paper may not be the entirety of the information, or even the original.

Most of the information is hidden.

"Don't give me complete information?" I looked at Dr. Ender, trying to dig out what he was hiding from his eyes.

Doctor Ender’s elbows are placed on the desk, fingers crossed, covering the face below the nose, and the oblique angle of the pair of reading glasses is reflecting the sunlight, perfectly hiding his eyes and expressions.

"Ah... a treatment plan is needed," he said.

Even people who saw him for the first time could detect what he must have been making. At this time, Dr. Ander was so naked, yet unshakable, as if Speaking silently-letting you read this information is also part of my plan.

Even so, I still cannot refuse to view this information. No matter what the other party wants to do, even if this information is not completely true, it is also information that I need to know.

Acquiring, screening, combining, and finding the key, this is how I fight. Now that I have lost the abilities of the Chosen One, I am alone, physically weak, and I am still crippled. Isn't all that left is my mind and courage?

I didn’t have to say more about Ranwenfiction.com, and started to check this information repeatedly from the first line.

Gao Chuan, seventeen years old, this is no different from my cognition, but the "I" in the portrait photo is a boy with the same appearance but full of gloom, his head is messy as if he hasn't been organized for a long time, with bangs Almost covering his eyes, his eyes are dull and dull, like a cloud of gray mist. Anyone can think of the term "mental disorder" at first sight and feel cold.

The experience afterwards was also very different. When my parents were five years old, they were killed in a sea of ​​flames. Then they went to an orphanage. They were lonely and manic. They liked burning and dissecting very much, because they could always find broken small animals in the room. And the dead bodies of insects, which were feared and smoked by others. The place of birth and the city did not make mistakes on Ranwen.com, but the names of elementary and middle schools have never been heard by Ranwen.com. In my memory, I can even be sure that there are no two schools in that city.

There is no online high school for Ranwen Novels, because shortly after entering junior high school, it was involved in a murder case. He was regarded as a serious mentally ill murderer and was imprisoned in a special prison established by a government agency, and then transferred to a UN organization. The special welfare institution, that is, the current hospital—a shelter that does not have the name of Ranwen.com, the specific source of funds is unknown, and the originator is unknown. The paper purpose is for experimental research and treatment of various syndromes.

Gao Chuan, seventeen years old, arsonist, murderer, cannibal, a voluntary experimenter who lost all civil rights-this is the "real identity" of "I".

Extremely ridiculous

After reading this information, I repeatedly confirmed that this is indeed a serious report, not a draft of a novel. What fills my heart is not the anger of being tampered with, but the absurdity that is completely lacking in the real sense of Ranwen Novel.com. Apart from the name and age of "Gao Chuan" in this material, the other parts of it can't resonate with me at all. I was like seeing a twin with the same name as me who had experienced misery and misery. And this twin is nothing but a fake made up by others.

"What do you think?" Dr. Ender asked.

"You are framing me." I only got this conclusion. Yes, through this report, I am even more sure that the weird and sinister things this place has caused me these days are not without a target. They took away my strength, took away my past, and now they are more ready to take away my present and imprison my future. But I must be patient, because I can't do anything now.

Everyone here is my enemy

"Well, eh, is it really thinking in this direction?" Dr. Ender was not annoyed, but showed a confident look, "Relax, relax, kid. I'm old, maybe even you beat me." However, in this office, calling the guard is also very troublesome. We have signed a contract. Do you remember what the contract is? I said that it will cure you and let you return to normal society, and you must press My treatment plan to do it."

He and I looked at each other for a long while, my heart was very calm, and I conveyed this peace to him. Part of what he said was right, and acting violently and fiercely here does not benefit me at all. I certainly don't believe what he said, but one thing is very important, that is, he and I have an unusual cooperative relationship. I need him to speak, and I need to pick out the most true and useful part of what he said. I want to convince myself that I will not be trapped here forever.

"Oh... a good look. Believe me, you are much better now than you were before. This still proves that my treatment plan is correct. Although you have put yourself in a false identity, But your personality and way of thinking are becoming normal. Can you understand what I say? Yes, right? You are a smart boy." Dr. Ender took the information back from me, and then combined it with other information and photos Put it back in the information bag together.

"Other things, won't you show me?" I said.

"Huh? These?" Dr. Ender glanced at the information bag, smiled and shook his head, and said, "No, it's not time. These things have too much influence on you. We took a gamble before, although The spread was out of the pool, but at least we won. Now the situation is in our favor and we should adopt a gentler treatment."

"Then, this diary is what I want to read next?" My eyes fell on the only black diary that hadn't been taken back by Ranwen.com.

"Don't worry, let me think..." Dr. Ender's index finger tapped on the cover of the diary, looked at me and said, "This is a very important item in the treatment. It was created by you and me. .Of course, you must not remember now, but we will still cooperate in this aspect in the future, so you will definitely see it, the question is, should you watch it now... so let’s rest first After a while, how about re-adapting to life here?"

"I feel I have adapted to life here." I said categorically.

"Don't be so anxious, your heart hasn't come back yet." Dr. Ande, with an expression of Zhizhu in his hands, clicked on his chest and said, "I promise you will see this book. Diary. So, let’s stop here for today."

After that, Dr. Ender waved at me with a tired look and motioned me to leave. I did not act immediately, but Dr. Ender no longer paid attention to me. After putting the diary in the drawer, he crawled on the desk and started working again, as if completely treating me like air.

After a while, I confirmed that I could not reverse his decision, nor could I take more drastic measures, so I pushed the wheelchair towards the door.

As soon as he walked out the door, Dr. Ender's voice suddenly rang in the back of his head.

"You said the end of the world before, and things like the Chosen."

My heart beat abruptly, and I turned my body to look at him.

Dr. Ender did not raise his head on Ranwen.com. He just said: "I can tell you clearly that there is no such thing as the end of the world. There is no war between the Chosen and that kind of ability. Yes. Of course, it may be difficult for you to believe this now. After all, it is located in the countryside and lacks contact with the outside world. However, I think you can watch more TV and news. Then... I will show it to you. That diary. Remember to close the door."

I looked at him for a while, and Yiyan closed the door. I pushed my wheelchair through the secluded corridor, where I could see, no one was waiting for me. I feel lonely, I miss the outside world so much, so if this is my new battlefield, I won't give up.

"I am Gao Chuan, and now the battle has just begun." I said to myself in the deserted corridor.

I don’t have Ranwen.com to see Dr. Ruan again. I can see that she and Dr. Ende are not on the right track. This is the most valuable information so far. Maybe I can start from the relationship between these two people, but now not the right time yet. Mere killing is meaningless. Whether it is framed, provoked, or murdered, it is just a means to achieve an end. And my ultimate goal is only one, and that is to escape from this hospital. But before that, it would be better to regain strength, or even figure out the secrets hidden in this hospital.

When I thought about it this way, a strong shudder hit my back in an instant. A more terrifying idea appeared in my mind-I would think like the above, is it because I have already admitted that this is reality? However, if this is not reality, it is just an illusion produced by taking the drug "Paradise" before dying...

The burning sky, snow-like ashes, and the black sunset.

I patted my cheek hard, it hurts. The smell, touch, and everything in the field of vision are full of realism. However, even so, more information is still needed to judge whether it is a reality or a dream.

I went back to my dormitory room and looked at the crow painting on the wall.

It really looks like it, is it really a "quark"?

I clearly remember the scene where I met Quark. It is so similar to this oil painting. At the age of ten, I went to a nearby park to play alone. There were a group of children of the same age under the big tree ten meters away from the sandpit. Cheering for joy, they came forward to realize that they had injured the wing of an unlucky crow with a slingshot. But we soon discovered that the thumping crow was holding a ball tightly, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be an eyeball.

The clotted blood, atrophied nerve tissue, seems to still be able to smell the stench even now.

The scared-faced children rushed away. But I didn't feel any fear of nausea. After removing my eyeballs with a branch, I took the hapless crow home and raised it and named it "Quark."

The local TV station that night broadcasted a report of murder and burial in the park, less than 50 meters away from the spot where quarks and eyeballs were spotted. However, I did not find the body on the scene at the time. I don't even know who died in that place, how old was the deceased, boy or girl.

This oil painting is so vivid, it seems to fill my memory with every detail that I don't know--the deceased was a girl of the same size as me that year.

What's her name? What kind of past have you had? Why is it there? do we know each other?

I forced myself to stop thinking like this, because I clearly remember that I never told anyone about the experience of adopting quark.

Who is it? Who painted this oil painting? I took off the oil painting, carefully checked the corners of the paper and the frame, and even took apart the frame. So, I found such a line of handwriting in the corner on the back of the oil painting-"g"

For an instant, my stomach seemed to be churned up, and a puff of acid poured out of my throat. I subconsciously covered my mouth, and when I recovered, my sweaty underwear made my body cold.

This is a trap

Yes, it must be fake. Although it looks like my handwriting, I don't have this oil painting by Ranwen Novel. I am not good at drawing, and I can't draw such a realistic painting at all. Moreover, I will not tell anyone about this experience. This is my secret with Quark.

Why? Why does this painting appear in this place? Why does my body react like this?

Is it because of the drug "paradise"? Damn it—I covered my mouth and rushed into the bathroom, vomiting in the sink, until the stomach was sour and my body became weak and weak. I would rather think that there must be something wrong with my body, rather than believe that this is because after seeing the oil painting, psychological factors induced adverse physiological reactions. I guess the reason why this painting appeared in this room, even though those people said that the original "me" painted it and hung it up, but I believe it was done deliberately by others, just to make me feel subconsciously This oil painting implies a certain cruel "reality".

They moved their hands and feet on my body, and they used various details and hints to hypnotize me, trying to make me forget my past experience, trying to make me admit the false identity that did not exist at all-a young lost Love, alleviate a murderer with a serious mental illness.

Dr. Ruan, Dr. Ande, patients in the same dormitory as me, every object in this room, even passers-by who seem to pass by by chance, may be this Part of the evil plan. This isolated hospital is a complete and detailed puppet theater.

I don't want to admit ~IndoMTL.com~ but I have to say that their plan is not completely invalid. My body and mind are greatly disturbed. I don't know how long my will can be supported. Before that, I must get out of this ghost place.

This hospital is very large, with many buildings and rooms of unknown purpose. Entry and exit are tightly controlled. Although it seems that there are not many guards, as long as you observe carefully, you can notice that guards and plainclothes are patrolling all the time. A small number of them will show up when the gate of the hospital is opened, but more are. Hidden in the shadows. These people may be workers or patients. Under the guise of "mental illness," they can pretend to be anyone at will.

It made me unable to distinguish between malicious and good intentions, and also unable to distinguish between friends and enemies, and thus collapsed in loneliness and tension. This may also be part of the enemy's plan. But that’s fine. In this way, I don’t need to distinguish which is malicious, which is good intention, which is friend, and which is enemy. There is only one thing that needs to be noted, and that is "speciality".

In psychological warfare, it is impossible for every enemy to maintain concentration. A normal person can never pretend to be mentally ill. Although all signs of abnormality are not necessarily the feet of the enemy, they must be captured. clue.

This competition is a competition of care, will and patience. . ..