Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 296: Complete combustion

296 completely burned

The survivors of the hospital team have lost the power to resist the mysterious man, and are helpless and struggling to be controlled. It was not that they did not try to resist. They used their guns as a bargaining chip. However, the other party was tougher than them. In the end, they suffered a bit. After that, they were disarmed and their masks were removed. They showed their true colors. There were two nvxìng, one of whom was seriously injured lying on the ground.

"We gave up, at least let her get out of here. She must be treated immediately!" Another black nvxìng shouted to the others present. She looked a little jerky, and her arm was held by a companion, but Still struggling.

No one paid any attention to her. The other members of the hospital team did not speak, but they all felt the same, with a look of indignation and helplessness. The leader of the four mysterious men in suits and leather shoes glanced around at his subordinates, smiled slightly at the black nvxìng of the hospital team, and said politely: "Please be calm, my friend, I think you should first Seek Mr. Crow’s forgiveness, he means what we mean."

"Unfortunately, you and I are not the same, and my thoughts represent only myself." I directly distinguished my relationship with these mysterious people, but I have no objection to letting the seriously injured receive treatment. Even if they don’t leave, the hospital will respond quickly and send more troops. In addition, they cannot be held hostage, so there is no point in keeping them. "You can leave now and hope that next time I won't meet you again..." I said here, smiling meaningfully at them, "You don't want to meet me again."

The leader of the mysterious man snapped his fingers. When the hospital team struggled hard, the person holding them quickly let go. The hospital team supported each other, lifted the seriously injured nv soldiers, and left from the road that made way for the encirclement. Although they felt uncomfortable on the way, they did not show any provocative expressions and gestures.

Watching these people leave the hall, the mysterious leader walked out of the crowd and stood in front of me with open hands.

"Mr. Crow, thank you for your great assistance this time. We have been worrying about how to make the scene bigger." The words of the mysterious leader somewhat support my guess.

"Why Dallas?" I asked.

"Because he is a persimmon in his early days." The mysterious leader smiled.

"Isn't it because of me?"

"There are some." The mysterious leader said: "The factors of choice always need to be considered from many aspects. Dallas is very suitable, isn't it? I know what he is looking for. He thinks he is doing something concealed. In fact Everyone knows that as long as a secret is not disclosed, it will always be a secret, are you right? Mr. Crow."

"Yes, so, if your subordinate speaks a little bit more, I promise he won't see the sun tomorrow." I coldly glanced at the person who almost violently violated my identity before, and the other party hit There was a shudder, but immediately dared not to show weakness and stare at me.

The mysterious leader was very upset with this subordinate's actions. After warning with his eyes, the man walked away a little timidly.

"I'm sorry, my men are not very sensible." The mysterious leader turned his head and responded with an apologetic smile.

"Do you have information about that tower?" I asked straight to the point.

"Of course, but I think what you want to ask is about this nv boy." The mysterious man took out a photo from ōng's front pocket and handed it to me, "You and the Mr. Dallas are both for her. Come, isn't it?"

The photo shows the bust of the nv kid, wearing a sky blue medical suit. The background is a line for measuring height, just like a prisoner. His face is not sure whether it is calm or dull. Apart from clearly confirming her appearance, this photo did not reveal any more information, and did not even leave the date of the photo taken.

It is indeed a system, not a system in the apocalyptic world, but a system in this "real world" that only exists in my dreams and vague memories. So far, apart from Zhenjiang, the nv children who exist in two different worlds but have the same name are still so distinct.

Every time I see Sakiya, Bajing, and Marceau in the next room of the dormitory, I feel a sense of disharmony. It’s a feeling of "divided". What exists there is not the real person. It is a part of me, because it is incomplete and unfamiliar, and it makes people sad. Although I felt that I had gradually adapted to this feeling, when I saw the picture of the line, the feeling was like a sea làng hitting a rock, which suddenly stunned me. The fierce emotions gushing out from the depths of my soul, making my eyes moist and my fingers trembling. I can’t tell how much of this feeling comes from pity, empathy and sympathy, or the memories and emotions of the past "Gaochuan", but it is so swift, I felt it at first sight, the relationship in the photo sè is not "to be split", but "to be split".

I felt the same pain in her, and saw my own shadow in her dumb expression. Is it the same for the former "Gaochuan"? Will the future "Gaochuan" be like her?

I feel that my body is burning. Ever since I had the dream of changing my eyes with Zhenjiang, the feeling of melting, the cells twisting, the spiral of DNA being stirred and stuffed with foreign bodies, and the blood boiling. It has been harassing me, so that I can't rest in peace, and feel that I will collapse at any time. This pain has brought me strength. I have carried it well in the past, but now it is becoming clearer and deeper. It seems to be imprinted in my soul, and it will accompany it from life to life.

Even though my mind is about to be burned to blank space by pain, the idea is like being burned out of impurities.

I want to save them, I really want to, for this I am willing to give everything I have. Whether it's becoming a murderer or a spiritual illness, even if it is overwhelming and turned into ashes.

Since "salvation" is the mission of the existence of "Gaochuan" in the past, present and future, if the "Gaochuan" of the past disappears, it is because he burned his own for this mission and to see the hope of achieving the mission. Life, then, please burn my life now.

I feel that time is so tight, my body is happening something I don’t understand, I don’t know when I will collapse, I don’t want others to see my miserable appearance, and I don’t want to be weak. The self was knocked down here. I endured the severe pain, stretched out my hand to the mysterious leader, and said in the most suppressed voice: "Give it to me."

The mysterious leader laughed. He said: "I hope you can join us. We have a plan to help you take away the tie. We promise that we will not do any inhumane behavior to you. All experiments will be With your wishes as the priority signs, you just need to..."

"Give it to me!" I interrupted him, and I heard my own voice, like a wounded and hungry tiger.

The mysterious leader and I looked at each other for a few seconds. Just when I was about to use the force, he snapped his fingers, and a man in the same suit and leather back handed him an information bag. He stuffed the photo of the series into the information bag, and threw the paper bag over a few steps away.

"I hope you can think about it. You have no future in Dr. Ender's plan." When the mysterious leader said these words, I had picked up the information bag and walked back to mén quickly, only to hear He continued with a calm voice behind him: "Our plan will be implemented soon. That is your only chance to leave the island. If you want to rescue the nv kid, please consider it."

"I know what opportunities I need." I replied hoarsely, "You can never give me what I need."

After all, I ignore these people anymore and quickly dive into the night.

My vision began to blur, my hands and feet seemed to be not my own, and my ears could only hear a rushing sound, not the sound of wind, but rather like a river and sea làng. I ran mechanically in the night breeze, not even knowing if I was spotted by other security guards patrolling the night. The only thing I know is that nothing can stop me. I feel like I have become a ghost. The surrounding material, stone, cement, glass, steel, and trees have all changed. It's like a semi-transparent background, as if it can penetrate arbitrarily.

I don’t understand, what's wrong with "reality"? At this time, I don't even feel that I am in the "reality" anymore.

What exactly is the so-called "reality" based on? When I can't touch, feel, or see, does it really exist? When my understanding of the world and the appearance of the world I see are different from others, when most people say "true" and "correct" no longer belong to me, to me, the "real world" is again What does it look like?

I also thought of the residents of Raccoon Town in the apocalyptic world who were mad by the influence of the data hedging space and the mysterious virus, thinking of the patient Grea I could only watch her die, and thinking of the huge and demon The strange monster "Saya".

Doctor Ender said that any plots and characters in the script are by no means accidental. Does their presence predict my future?

When this question came to my mind, I felt terrified and helpless. Only the long and severe pain accompanied me and accompany me running through the gradually distorted building and hallway.

"Ajiang, Ajiang..." I called this name, wanting to feel her presence in my body and get comfort from it.

As if I have done it countless times, I came to a place and buried the materials I had just received with my remaining will.

After that, I rushed into a room. Everything in this sī human space seemed to be melting, and the eyes were full of red sè, as if it were made of blood clotting. My instinct told me that this is my dormitory, but at this time I can't recognize it anymore. I felt a bōlàng slap, smelling a strange smell, as if it was not air that surrounded me, but some kind of liquid, walls and sky boards, cabinets, chairs and chuáng shops, the surface of every object They are all rapidly multiplying bleeding.

What a familiar scenery, just like the one seen in the data hedge space of the apocalyptic world. The blood turned the whole room into some kind of organ, which made me feel that I was about to be digested.

Is this "burning"? Is this a sudden onset of doomsday syndrome? Am I going to die? Now this scenery, did you see the last "Gaochuan" at the end? What was he thinking? Fear? Helpless? Even so painful, even if you know that you will be replaced by another "Gaochuan", do you have no regrets? What did he leave in this body? Or did you just leave nothing?

I feel like I am laughing.

I don’t regret it at all. If I become like this, I can gain the power of salvation and see the hope of salvation...

If I disappear here, I just want to say to the next one: I have tried my best, and the last one I must have done his best, so please inherit our will and complete our Wish, maybe you think you will not inherit everything from me, but we have already branded everything in dna.

Maybe, this is what the last "Gaochuan" wanted to say to me. Those dreams, those memories, those emotions will eventually become instincts hidden deep in this body, and it is the most precious thing he and I can leave behind.

So, the next "me" will be stronger than this time. I believe so firmly.

Gradually, I no longer feel scared and helpless. I have repeated it many times in the past. I wanted to end this time. I had already obtained the information of the department, but I could only wait for the next time. Yes, the data, I remember hiding it in...Where is it?

Then, I heard a wind-like voice:

——I'm here...I'm here...

Yes, you are here, in this body, in this soul, watching everything forever.

——I’m here... and you will never return... never return...

Listening to this dreamy singing, darkness surrounds me.

Interlude one:

"The Implementation Record of the Sixth Human Completion Program":

January 3, 1999: The "Super System" system was hacked, and the intrusion channel was unknown.

January 6, 1999: The original script "The Eve" was abandoned.

January 25, 1999: The new script "Arrival" was written.

February 1, 1999: The sixth commissioning of "Gaochuan" was completed.

February 2, 1999: "Gaochuan" was recovered, and preparations for entering the tank were completed.

February 3, 1999: The liquid in the tank changed abnormally, the response of "Gaochuan" was stable, and the system of "Super Series" was normal.

February 4, 1999: The new script was introduced, "Gaochuan" was connected to the system, and the "Super System" system was normal.

February 5, 1999: "Super system" system error, "Gaochuan" reacted unsteadily, and escaped from channel blockage in an emergency.

On the night of February 5, 1999: The "Super Series" system error was eliminated, and the "Gaochuan" responded stably and stopped forcibly leaving.

Interlude two:

"Hidden Log of "Super System" Bottom Area":

In the early morning of February 6, 1999: The "Super Dorothy" virus was activated, the script rewriting was completed, and the new script "World Line" was successfully implanted. This record will be deleted in three seconds.

Warning, the "True River" factor is observed and is being attacked by illegal information floods, errors, errors, errors... "Gaochuan" enters a state of suspended animation, "Gaochuan" restarts, the restart fails, the error cannot be eliminated, and the connection to the outside world—— Suspension of the connection meets the "rebirth" standard, the "rebirth" program, the brain and the hardware, and the personality information is completed, and the "Super Gaochuan Project" is officially launched.

——I’m right here, Achuan.

Interlude three:

I had a dream. When I walked up the stairs, I saw a faceless person standing there, but couldn’t walk to his side. I talked to him, but he just stood there to me Smile silently. I want to know who he is, so I walked up this staircase again today. Today he is standing there again, I hope he can say a word to me, say anything. So he said:

"Hello, Gao Chuan, my name is Gao Chuan, I am glad to meet you."

Then I woke up.

I don't know what this dream means. Although dreams are usually absurd, they are not always meaningless. At least this time, I hope it makes sense.

My name is Gao Chuan, I am 21 years old this year, and I am preparing to graduate from university. I have excellent grades and good interpersonal relationships. The only bad hobby recorded in the file is chōu smoking. Because of chōu smoke, I was warned and punished once in high school. At that time, I was still a member of the student union, but this bad record was cancelled before the college entrance examination because my grades were able to enter a key university. From then on, I felt that chōu cigarettes were something that could not be stopped for myself. What makes me strange is that I can't remember why and when I started to chōu the first cigarette.

On this day, I was used to buying Camel cigarettes again. I have always been the brand of chōu, and I always don’t get tired of chōu. Smokers are surprised by it, but I don’t care much.

I am going to participate in an internship at a certain automobile company. My ambition is to become a dynamics expert, but I don’t know why, but I filled out the psychology department when I filled out my college professional intention. If so, it’s fine to be a psychologist. I didn’t expect that what I received when I was about to graduate was not psychology. An invitation from a related unit, but an internship invitation from a car company, is really impermanent in life.

Ah~IndoMTL.com~ These are just some boring sighs about my life, right as tea and jokes. The important thing is that I have learned a very important thing from my own experience: When you look back on the past, if you find that you will still embark on such a future when all the external factors are unchanged at that time, then, This future is your destiny.

Yes, if you want to become a kineticist, enter the psychology department, and will soon work in a car company, these seemingly unrelated changes must have some hidden and inevitable factors that make it inevitably so. . I couldn't think of any possibility that I wouldn't change like this at that time. This is my destiny, and I have no complaints.

My name is Gao Chuan, I am about to graduate from university, and I am now on a journey of destiny. I have no complaints about this, but...

But, maybe I'm hoping that such a boring fate will have a surprisingly big turn?

That’s why I had that dream. I dreamed of the person who was also called "Gaochuan" and stubbornly believed that this dream must foretell something.

-be-nue……

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