Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 366: Memory Corridor (1)

——Gao Chuan. --(

——Gaochuan!

I heard someone calling myself, as if it came from a far away place. When I got back to my senses, I found myself sitting in a spacious room with bookshelves stacked on the walls on both sides. The black wooden desk is huge and heavy, also buried in books and paper. It was a room full of seriousness and gloom, but when the person behind the desk opened the curtain behind him. The bright sunshine shining in from outside the window dissipated these involuntarily nervous breaths.

The bright spot pen drew on me, and the person standing by the window seemed to see only an outline. It took a while, after my eyes adjusted to the light, that I could see the man clearly—a man, in his mid-fifties, wearing a neat suit and a white coat, just like the researchers or doctors often seen on TV. Image.

He is the owner of this room.

I remembered why I am here and what happened before I came here.

It was a certain day in summer. Mae died, and Hiseki and others survived. In the chaos caused by Mae—I always thought it was caused by her—the number of survivors in the orphanage, including us, was no more than twenty people. When we came to the town, we found that the town was also in chaos. Not only the orphanage, but also many buildings were on fire. No matter where we stayed, we couldn’t escape the hot air currents and the shadow of thick smoke. In the light of the fire, some people are clashed. They are running around in the streets and alleys like crazy. People kept falling in a pool of blood.

I can't think anymore, this town is not big. The people living around are familiar with each other, and these people are frantically torn with neighbors who still live in harmony not long ago, and even want to kill them. A corner of the figure lying in the corner was exposed from the open door. Many people were shooting, and the sound of shots came and went one after another in every corner of the town.

I feel that the invisible hatred is spreading with death and burning, but the seeds of these hatreds are rapidly diminishing, and soon there will be only a cold and unreasonable mutual attack.

These crazy people want to rush to us. But it was quickly stopped by another group of people. This group of people seemed to have just arrived in the town. Half of them were heavily armed soldiers, and the other half were covered in bloated and heavy protective clothing. The soldiers prevented the crazy people from attacking us, and a half of the people in protective clothing carried a half-height box on their backs and lifted the nozzles connecting the boxes. The fire water was not sprayed from the inside. It is a hot line of fire. The burned crazy people immediately turned into a humanoid flame, but before they died completely, they still had terrifying power of action, as if they didn’t feel pain at all—no, it’s not a correct description. , I heard their painful growls, but I felt that the cause of this pain did not come from the burning flames on the skin.

The burning man caused great trouble to the soldiers. Soldiers’ bullets could not immediately kill them if they didn’t penetrate their heads directly. Once they thought they would ignore them, or were thrown in by them, they would fall into a dangerous situation. Where I can see, many soldiers died as a result.

The soldiers began to shout, and at this time there was a lot of wind. The fierce wind made the fire stronger, and the sound of burning and the sound of building collapse made their voices sound weak. We were taken to an empty place by people trying to resolve the unrest in the town. More and more surviving residents of the town are being relocated here. But everyone just stared blankly at all this crazy, everyone knows it. This town is over.

At the end of this turmoil, very few human voices can be heard. Suppressed silence is quickly covering this dying town.

People died silently. Gunshots seemed to never stop. The huge flames and flying lines of fire ignited one standing thing after another—whether it was a human figure or some other shape. But we who witnessed all this, and even the others around us, couldn't make even a moaning sound. We just stood tremblingly or sat on the ground as if we were relieved.

More vehicles drove into the area of ​​the town, soldiers whose numbers were decreasing sharply received reinforcements, and more people in protective clothing spread to every corner of the town like ants with extremely rapid movements. A majestic man walked to the open space where we survivors gathered. He took off the mask on his face and said to everyone: "You are safe. We will send you to the hospital soon. Will get proper treatment."

He seems to be the leader of this rescue team.

No one answered, even if it was a word of gratitude. I noticed that many people's eyes were dull and motionless, as if they couldn't hear any sound, just staring at the town as if it was turning into hell. On the contrary, it was me. Although I found this scene astonishing, my heart was full of shock, depression, anger, helplessness, doubts and other complex emotions, but I was still able to think, so that I felt that I had something with other people. The decisive difference. With a gaze that can be called calm relative to others, I secretly looked at the people around me, and found that among the five girls standing beside me, who looked like relatives, only the color and Dorothy behaved like me. Although Sakiya, Hakkei and Marceau are also surprised, they seem to be indifferent compared to others.

At this time, even adults seem to be unable to maintain their thinking skills.

I started to feel a little scared about the reaction of those of us-if most people's reaction is normal, then are we too abnormal?

I try to make myself behave like other adults, staring silently at the **** ahead.

The officer who did not get a response was not angry, and seemed to take for granted the reaction of the people here. When he was about to turn around and leave, the line beside me spoke: "Who are you?"

I was also surprised by the calmness of her voice. It sounded like cold and transparent crystals knocking against each other.

Sure enough, the officer was surprised by her reaction, and his gaze passed over the other children, including me. I couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but still controlled myself not to make any movements. Like other adults, he looked forward blankly. Is this out of fear? I'm not sure, but I really don't want to be regarded as "exceptional" or "out of the ordinary".

I felt very keenly that the chief's sight did not stop on me, but paused on the other girls, which filled my heart with an inexplicable sense of crisis. In the past, in the orphanage, many children liked to do things that made them unique. Mae and the others can undoubtedly be included in the group of people who have done the most successfully, but I am the opposite. I have never let myself be "unique". Whenever they do something shocking and happy, I watched silently by the side most of the time. so. Even if we always act together. But I was called "coward" by other people, and "the most cowardly person" by other children. However, because I always act with Mae and the others, I am rarely bullied.

If I was bullied, I would fight back, but because I was acting with Mae and others, I still couldn’t change the minds of other children. Even adults thought I was a "cowardly kid" and sighed and shook their heads. I sometimes ask myself, am I a coward? But the conclusion is-I am also doing something "out of the ordinary". When everyone is trying to be unique, isn't the silent self the most extraordinary?

So, I don't feel cowardly or cowardly.

Nevertheless, sometimes, I also want to be as popular as other kids. But you will give up in a blink of an eye. In retrospect, it was probably because. I want to be different from Mae, but also "special". An individual with "different values".

"Who are you?"

When the chief was surprised and silent, Dorothy repeated the lustful words. The other girls, including Sakiya and Marceau, who usually look like tails, stared at the man with scorching eyes.

"I am from the hospital." The chief said: "A biochemical incident happened in your town...Do you know what biochemical is? The virus is like a cold. People in this town are sick."

The girls nodded. We have all learned about Resident Evil in TV series and movies. The costumes and actions of these rescuers are very similar to those shown in TV and movies. Therefore, everyone accepted this statement. Although I don't know what the girls are thinking about, when I heard about the biochemical virus, I couldn't help but feel nervous, thinking of Mae who became very strange after falling ill.

——I have a terrible disease.

——You are so close to me, you are all infected.

——Drink my blood. If I survive, I might be able to make serum.

——Achuan, we must save them.

Mae has always been regarded as the smartest and most capable person in our small group, no, it should be said, among the children in the entire orphanage.

We hardly doubt what she said. It's the same now. Since Mae said such a thing, it must be like this. I think this rescue team came from Zhenjiang.

So I restrain myself more and make myself look as harmless as everyone else. In TV and movies, there has never been a lack of rescue teams killing survivors to completely cover up the cause of the incident. If the officer behaves in a way that makes people feel wrong, I will immediately launch a counterattack. I secretly took out the electrician's knife from my pocket and hid it behind my back.

However, this officer did not continue to be surprised by their unique performance, nor did he seem to intend to attack us. His previous statement that "survivors will be sent to a safe place for treatment" was quickly fulfilled. Before the battle in the town was completely over, we were put into the car by people in protective clothing and received a After serial disinfection, observation and temporary treatment, they were transferred to other places.

The car drove a long way, there was no window in the car, and I didn't know how long it had traveled. In the shaking of the car body, the exhausted everyone fell asleep quickly. Although I wanted to stick to the footing, I unknowingly became a member of the drowsiness. When I woke up, I was already in a room that looked like a dormitory and a ward.

White tiles were inlaid on the floor and walls, and a chandelier emitting cold yellow light hung from the ceiling. There was nothing in this room except a bed and a small table. I'm the only one alone, and they are not by my side. This made me wake up quickly and tightened my spirit.

I opened the door. Outside the door is a corridor, and many closed doors are arranged neatly along the walls of the corridor. I was alone in the hallway. When I tried to open the doors of other rooms to see if they were inside, I saw a beautiful woman in a white coat with glasses on the bridge of her nose, who appeared to be a doctor walking out of the stairs. .

Our eyes met at once. She nodded at me and said, "It seems that you are recovering well. The others are all awake and are placed in a regular dormitory. You will live here for a while. You are sick and need to be hospitalized. But. Don’t worry. You’ll get better soon. In fact, the air here is very fresh and there will be no heavy pressure in life... Ah, look at me, what do you say to a child? Get to know, my name is Ruan Li, yes Your attending doctor."

Actually. I quickly understood what she said, and I was not surprised. In TV and movies, we will be treated like a cherished species. We may be well taken care of, but we may also face terrible threats-before the virus in the body is cured.

At this time, the protagonist usually maintains a friendly attitude with the people in the hospital, whether they are enemies or not. At least on the surface. Especially your own doctor, because she or he will be the person closest to you in the future.

So. I quickly recovered from the pretending stupefaction, and whispered to her: "I. My name is Gaochuan."

"Very well, Gao Chuan, we know each other now, and hope to be friends in the future..." She seemed to think that was a bit funny, and her lips curled slightly. "Now, before arranging a dormitory for you, your mentality The doctor needs to do some counseling for you, let's go to him now."

"Where are the other people? Where are they?" I quickly asked, "Are there five girls in it, called Shise, Dorothy, Sakuya, Hakkei, and Marceau."

"Ah, are the five girls?" Dr. Ruan Li seemed to remember them deeply: "They were also placed. They also mentioned your name, so we will arrange you on the same floor. You The room should be next to them."

"They..." I couldn't think of a more vivid description, so I simply asked: "Are they okay?"

"Well, they are all very energetic. No, it should be said that compared to other patients, they are really too energetic... Are the orphans like this now?" Ruan Li smiled with interest.

"No..." I continued to say in a whistling tone, "Maybe..."

Afterwards, I was taken by Dr. Ruan Li to this office full of books and reports. The man standing opposite to him in a sunny background is called Dr. Ender, and he can feel the breath of a senior doctor with rich knowledge and experience just from his appearance. I recovered from my memory, the sight from the other side made my body look like countless ants crawling, and I couldn't help but move my butt. At this time, I found out that I was sitting on a high chair three meters away from the desk, my feet even had to stand on tiptoe to touch the floor.

"My name is Ander, and I'm your psychiatrist." The old man on the other side sat down again behind his desk, speaking while putting on his glasses. He hung his head, glanced across the upper eaves of the frame, and continued to cast on me over the canyon formed by the pile of books and reports.

He seems to have just introduced himself? I think, but at this time, I already know who he is. why? I was in a daze again, everything in my vision instantly became blurred, as if it were a fast-moving movie. In the vagueness, a consciousness told me that he was dreaming.

This is a dream about past memories.

"My colleagues...well, those people made an ugly report." When his words came to my ears clearly again, I became a little more sober, I met his eyes again, and listened to him continue to say: "They investigated the files of each patient, and then talked to the patients one by one to understand what happened to the patient-everything is fine. This is what I told them at the beginning, but they obviously did not do it. You are in Some parties in the orphanage talked about something about you. Although it was a little sudden, I still want to know, did you really eat your girlfriend? That girl named Zhenjiang."

When he talked, he felt like an old man chattering~IndoMTL.com~ But the final question was like a boring hammer, which awakened me all of a sudden.

——Did you really eat Zhenjiang?

The question echoed in my mind, and I opened my eyes in horror.

Everything in my field of vision changed, and I found myself lying on my back with an unfamiliar ceiling above.

A silver-white ceiling with a distinct metallic color.

The soft feeling under me told me that I was lying on a comfortable bed, but the back of my shirt had become wet and cold.

Did you really eat Mae? A voice whispered in my ear. I seem to have an illusion that I am becoming a huge black crow. I opened my mouth and made a hoarse voice, which sounded like a crow's cry.

I strongly supported my body to confirm whether I was a human or a crow. When I saw my hands and feet making a human voice, I couldn't help but exhale. To be continued. .