Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 382: Those people

I was taken to the operating room by Dr. Ander, which is less than ten meters away from the entrance of the huge laboratory where the super series is located. If we just keep walking along the corridor, we can’t find this place. We entered from a side door of the corridor and passed through more than a dozen doors. I saw with my own eyes that these doors disappear from the wall every time they are closed, Ender The doctor explained that these doors will move randomly according to a certain range of disorder. In addition to the people with the highest authority, even the staff, they need to use the ID card to obtain the route and pass every time they enter.

Although this place has not been invaded, it is impossible to judge whether this security mechanism is effective, but Dr. Ender believes it. In theory, if the terminal computer can be hacked, then this security mechanism is just like a fake, but it is also difficult to determine the location of the terminal computer. Not to mention the firewall program of the terminal itself. The network system built on it can only be logged in through the wired network. Any known wireless waves will be absorbed by the building's own materials, and these building materials are just as everyone feels. , Very sturdy and extremely resistant to extreme environments. So far, no equipment that can be moved into the building can substantially damage this material.

Because it is a virus research base, it is completely wishful thinking to use biochemical methods, such as dispersing poison gas, to break this building. The air in the building is constantly monitored, and a normal circulation system can dismantle most harmful gases and harmful dust.

The degree of sterility under normal conditions in this building. to some extent. Even higher than the operating room of an ordinary hospital.

"Even so, there is still no way to cut off the possibility of being infected by the virus." As Dr. Ander said, he motioned me to follow the staff into a sterile room large enough to accommodate ten people.

I looked at this disinfection room. It looked like an extremely empty room. There was nothing to put clothes on. The wall on one side is entirely made of tempered glass. People inside and outside the room can see each other clearly through this glass wall, but the sound needs to be transmitted from the speakers in the corner.

"Take off all your clothes, and then you can move around freely." Dr. Ender ordered, "If you feel embarrassed, I can leave temporarily."

"No need." I don't think it makes any sense at all. Everything that happens in this room will be closely monitored, even if people are not here, they will still be observed through the monitor.

I don’t think it’s embarrassing to be seen naked by a man. I just think it’s just like seeing it in movies and novels. Scenes of prisoners who have no human rights being dealt with in concentration camps. Even so, once I thought that I was about to enter the doomsday illusion again, I felt able to bear it.

Anyway, even if I resist such behavior, they can completely anaesthetize me and deal with it. Compared with this, I hope to complete the last journey with consciousness.

I took off the patient clothes on my body, in fact it was only one piece. They didn't prepare more clothes for me, even underwear. When I stripped myself naked, there was a slight air intake sound. The flowing air pounced on the skin, and I keenly felt that they were taking away the heat. The temperature didn't drop much, but my skin still got goose bumps. These winds are very weak and gentle, but maybe when a person is naked, even weaker airflow activity can be felt.

I didn't go anywhere, so I sat cross-legged on the ground, and the wall on the other side began to rise, attracting my attention.

When the wall rises, it reveals an array of displays that fills the wall area. The size of each display is not consistent, which makes their edges form a messy pattern. When Dr. Ender pressed a switch behind the glass wall, the monitors were all turned on, and the content on each screen was different. Some were images with specific content. Some are simply piled up with color blocks, and the images are constantly changing. The same is true for the color blocks. Even the images with content look very messy and the scenes are constantly changing, and there is no way to connect a coherent plot.

The chaotic display content emits different colors of light, which significantly improves the brightness of the entire room. The display wall is even more dazzling. If you look at the constantly changing content, it will be less than a minute. Feeling sick. However, even if you don’t look at it, the complex sounds that change with the changes in the image will also cause great disturbance to perception. These sounds can sometimes hear the content. Even so, when they are grouped together in an orderly manner, they are one thing. Pile of unbearable noise sources.

I wanted to block my ears and not read the content, but Dr. Ender said: "You have to be patient. These things can deeply adjust your body and make it active to a certain extent. Humans use hearing It accepts information with vision, but it is also affected by this information. Of course, there is smell next, which is also an important link."

What can I say? Even if you yell at it, it’s no good. The other party is a highly accomplished psychologist. If you want to stimulate the other party through language such as sarcasm, you can imagine that it’s a waste of energy. If you think deeply, if he is impatient, he can completely The call was cut off, and then left this place.

Leaving me alone in this terrible room is more painful than being watched. I can only shrug my shoulders, hoping that it will end soon.

Images, light sources, colors and images, and even the lines that emerged on the walls due to the light, completely turned this room into a bizarre world. I can hear that under the influence of these things, the body is undergoing certain changes. The heart beats faster and faster, and the head seems to be filled with a lot of meaningless things, making useful thinking slow down. However, when all this seemed to be about to enter the sex, the whole world suddenly became quiet, and even Dr. Ender's words could not be heard, only his lips were lifted up and down. No, I thought, maybe this is **.

The heart is beating. The blood flows in the blood vessels. All this became clear, and I felt that I could even hear the activity of the cells. Then, I saw the illusion-there were many people appearing in the room very abruptly, one after another, and soon the whole room was filled with these figures. I can't see how they look like, I can only tell from the outline that they are humans. After there is no place on the ground, the human figures still appear. They overlap each other, but when I tried to see their faces clearly, I was shocked and felt that I saw something scary and sad. However, I didn't actually see anything. Maybe you forgot after you saw it. Even the brain hardware didn't record this information.

I suddenly felt that these are the doomsday patients who have entered this room. Gradually, although the human figures have not changed in any way, I feel that they can be recognized by their genders. They started walking, some even crossed the wall where the doorway was, and just went out, and then more humanoids walked in.

The human figures are flowing, at the same time. I know very well that the door has not opened.

It's almost like a lot of ghosts repeating their behavior before alive, but they will never pass through a wall without a door.

A feeling of excitement and hunger quietly swelled in my body, and I suddenly wanted to eat these human figures. What did you do? It’s not clear. When I woke up again, I realized that I had stood up without knowing it, and I was about to walk to the door. The human figures stuffed in the room seem to have never appeared before, and the quietness that can listen to the depths of the self seems to have never appeared before. Noisy images, light sources and noises still swallow me like ocean waves.

The left eye began to beat violently, and it seemed to jump out of the eye socket at any time. I pressed the eyeball hard, the pain of squeezing seemed to make me feel it, and the eyeball was completely unaffected and active. With the movement of this eyeball, the sense of existence of "Jiang" is infinitely expanding. This is just what I think, perhaps in the eyes of others. It can be explained by some physiology, but I think. This is the proof that "Jiang" is active-as Carmen said, it wants to eat me, but before that, it eats other incredible things, such as the hallucinations I have seen. .

I think I will die, because "Jiang" is such a terrifying thing, it exists in my body, and only the super color can observe its activity. No, it should be said that only me, Super Color and Super Dorothy can observe its existence. However, even if it is observed, it is completely incomprehensible, how to deal with it?

Perhaps the Super Color and Super Dorothy, who have a lot of experimental information, can try to think about how it exists, but as far as I am concerned, they can only silently carry everything that is about to happen to them, even if Is swallowed.

If it is destined not to be spared, I also hope that at least I will have enough time to prove that I can become a super Gaochuan.

I turned my eyes and saw Dr. Ender’s concentrated and solemn expression from the other end of the glass wall, but, unlike usual, in his eyes, the usual plainness and passion seemed to be disintegrated, just Like a smooth and flat mirror being broken into pieces, a kind of incomprehension, doubt and speculation condensed in the fragments.

Such emotionality is as big as the tip of a needle. It meets my gaze, and immediately hides behind the deep pupil color. I feel that if I change to another person, I will definitely not be able to detect it, and the reason why I can feel it is precisely because the activation of "Jiang" makes me temporarily in a very sensitive state.

"What are you doing?" Dr. Ender's voice came from the speaker hidden somewhere, "What did you see?"

"Do you want to know?" I smiled maliciously.

"Yes, tell me, no matter how ridiculous things are, it doesn't matter, this information may have enough influence on the experiment. Perhaps the future of patients with doomsday syndrome is hidden in these things." Dr. Ender was a little bit Can't wait to say.

When I told him that I didn’t want to tell him, Dr. Ender became a little restless. He turned to the other side of the glass wall and seemed to be watching the playback, but all I saw was just It's just an illusion, how could it be recorded by the monitor? Unexpectedly, he returned without success, sat opposite me hard, staring at the room silently.

"Why didn't you tell me?" After a while, he asked: "We are collaborators. Are we not?"

"Perhaps. But, I think these things are meaningless for researching serums." I said, "I need serums, so I work with you, don't I? Dr. Ender. I can think of something more or less, You did not do what you promised me."

"No! I did my best! You know, we are facing one of the most difficult things in human history. We don't even understand how these viruses spread, and where they are now." Dr. German said loudly: "Maybe the progress is a bit slow, but at least my experiment has proved that the virus exists in your body. Isn't this a huge breakthrough? We are getting closer and closer to success."

"So. I will be here, holding the consciousness of death to enter the doomsday illusion again." I calmly followed his words and replied, "I don't think the illusion I have seen before has any meaning."

"...I insist!" Dr. Ender said.

I and him looked at each other for a while, finally. Although I don't think these hallucinations are something that I can't tell him, I might be able to use words like "These are the people who died in this laboratory" to disgust the other person, but I don't expect any effect. Since he wanted to know so much, it would be more effective not to say it, so I closed my mouth maliciously.

"Damn it!" Dr. Ender took off his gloves and slammed on the console, saying, "I see, you deceived me. You are still the Gaochuan, but I swear, this is the last time Now!" In this case, he left the glass wall. His voice still came from a distance, "You all saw it!? Immediately inject the preparation liquid, according to the original plan, the red line. In conquering the virus, doomsday syndrome, doomsday illusion, etc., we have to solve this trouble first. Guy."

"I have to say that he is the one we have seen. The experiment closest to the results of the Human Completion Project."

"It has been modulated six times, and it has exceeded the warning line. Maybe his body will collapse before this modification."

"No! It's absolutely impossible!" Dr. Ender retorted loudly, "You forget, why is he a special case? He has a virus of the opposite **** in his body. This is the only thing we learned from the experiment. The virus found in his body, so. He is not as fragile as you think! Think about it with your heads filled with excrement, why we only found the virus in his body!?"

In the silence, Dr. Ende shouted: "What are you still doing here? Quickly act, immediately! Right away!"

I crouched on the ground, propped up my left arm and supported my chin, feeling like I heard something boring. Yes, these conversations should have been extremely important information, but now I am only bored... Maybe, I can't help but think, because "Jiang" is bored, and his emotions have begun to affect me.

Is this a prelude to being swallowed?

However, I don't feel scared anymore. No matter what the reason is, after the flag of confirming death has been set up, I have no more fear of death. Maybe it is because the legacy of Gaochuan in the past is at work, maybe it is the penetration of "Jiang" into this body more and more deeply.

In this room full of colorful light, I was doing my work, supporting my jaw, waiting boredly, waiting for the injection of the concoction that Dr. Ender said. Unexpectedly, these preparations did not flood the room like water as imagined, but were released in a grayish-yellow gaseous state. The entire injection process is very slow. It seems that a layer of mist slowly rises in the room, just like a city heavily polluted by heavy industry. The gloomy fog color appears in the early morning-as the fog thickens, grayish yellow begins To completely gray, and then to black.

The taste of the preparation is full of irritation. After inhaling the nasal cavity, there will be a unique taste spreading on the taste buds. I can't describe what kind of taste this is. It seems that even the similar taste does not exist in the memory. In short, this is an unforgettable and suffocating taste.

A person approached the glass wall on the opposite side~IndoMTL.com~ However, in the dense fog, it was no longer clear who he was, as if he was a woman. I guess it might be Dr. Ruan Li. This person seems to be looking at me, and through this gray fog, I feel my eyes and hers are colliding.

However, we still had no conversation until the mixed liquid and gray mist that filled the room completely obscured the sight of both of us.

The preparation liquid on the skin flows down along the muscle lines, like a sauna. As the heat heats up, I start to feel drowsy.

This should be a normal reaction, and it is the effect they want to achieve. I didn't resist, and couldn't resist, so I just fell to the ground, but even though my body had fallen into a coma, my brain hardware was still working. It meticulously records the state of the body, part of it is put into the brain, and part is stored in the body, and it is resolved at an unusually slow speed relative to the processing speed of the brain. Thanks to it, I am not completely ignorant of what is happening in my body.

Maybe, the information in the brain will be cleared out soon, but the information stored in the brain hardware still belongs to me. I have to thank Seise and Dorothy for their successful creation of an extremely important and magical prop.