Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 397: 畀

I don’t know where the station is in this city. Along the way, layers of stairs and houses restrict the field of vision to a range of more than ten meters. I walked briskly and led me around 30 minutes later. At a corner, he climbed up a particularly long ladder. Such a long staircase seems to lead directly to the highest end of the city, and seems to be able to touch the huge pipes crisscrossing the zenith. However, this is not the case. The zenith is even higher from our position. When it is below, the city Shrouded in a layer of hazy light, like a world with brilliant lights at night, climbing up the stairs, this hazy light gradually dimmed, and replaced by an incomparably huge shadow covering the stairs and surrounding buildings. The glittering light on the metal zenith and pipes are like stars-they are green, red, yellow, and white, as if the entire thirty-three zone is breathing with this glittering light. This is a cold, bizarre, and decadent beauty that is completely impossible to see in the normal world.

Finally, we arrived at a very high platform. It is impossible for ordinary people to complete this journey at the same speed. It is like the thick shadows that are painted over and over are full of quality, pressing in people’s hearts, making people feel Can't breathe. It's just that, for people who have been transformed like me and Yu, we are not affected by these repressed emotions.

Standing on the platform, I saw a vast and magnificent view. The city was crawling under the feet like a giant beast, and all we saw was a piece of fur on its body, staggered and undulating, with completely irregular steps and The room is the hair and scales on this giant beast. They exude a quiet gleam. Many aborigines once lived in this huge urban area. It is conceivable that the world under the feet, shrouded in misty milky white light, is not so cold.

Whenever I recall what Shah said, the people who lived in this vast area died in a life-form war. Constantly dying, being killed by the enemy, being cleansed by one's own people, can't help shuddering. This cold and quiet misty light seems to make a chewing sound, savoring the smell of death, and this smell has still not disappeared.

"People" are used as materials and made into construction machines. Construction machines continue to use materials made by humans to build this world forever, and in this world, in a certain shadow. There are monsters with open fangs lurking. It is no longer human beings who live here, but elementary life, a structural creature that rules the security system of the bureau, and has to transform itself to survive-when my emotions begin to fluctuate. I couldn't help but think that this is not a shattered paradise, nor is it a base to save the world, nor is it a stronghold where the messenger of justice once was. This is hell.

True hell.

The ones who can survive here are not humans. But something else.

This is a distorted place built by the ruling bureau with the existence of the aboriginal people’s own body, personality consciousness, and even soul.

The beginning of all this is precisely because the aborigines here discovered something that shouldn't be discovered-gray particles.

Of course. These guys will discover how normal this kind of unreasonable thing is. Because the entire world, including here and the normal world, is constructed by patients with doomsday syndrome and super color programs. Everything that exists here, everything that has happened and is happening, is the reflection of the factor war in patients with doomsday syndrome. The symbol of the mutation of reality is the birth and disappearance of personality, as well as the result of the interactive influence of consciousness and program, even the choice guided by the "script". The "virus" has already essentially eroded this illusion that is both close to reality and extremely virtual.

No matter how peaceful and peaceful the normal world is, it is just an illusion. For normal personality consciousness, this world has long since become ill-living here, still insisting on being a "human." It is absolutely impossible for a person to be happy.

Does the story that happened in the ruling bureau symbolize the story that will happen in the normal world in the future?

I overlooked the 33rd district and once again clearly realized that, whether there is a script or not, the ending of this story will be the "doomsday". It is only a matter of time. A "high river" alone cannot save it all. of.

Standing beside me, without a sound, the shadow shrouded her robe, as if melting her into a part of the shadow. She is so peaceful, just like the epitome of the landscape in front of me, I can't guess what she is thinking about now, or maybe she doesn't think about anything anymore. Before I saw her, before I was born, she had been wandering in this thirty-three district, like a ghost, looking for materials for Sha. Does she want to be saved? However, no one can save her. Maybe, she and Sha don't need to save anymore, because they have already given up their original life form. Sha told me that they want to leave here, but this may be just an obsession of them, a wish they prayed for in their previous life form.

Because, from them, I can't see the thirst for survival and the fear of death.

Repair the urban system and leave here. This is their only goal to support their survival.

In addition to this goal, what else do they have?

I shook my head and put this romantic idea behind me. It was just a momentary expansion of sensibility. It may be a fact, or it may be thousands of miles away from the fact. Therefore, this kind of "humanized thinking" has no meaning.

It is meaningless, meaningless to the task, and will not interfere with the cold and regular logic inherent in the prosthesis.

We stood on the platform for a long time, so that it made me feel that this is cherishing the memory of everything from the past. I let my sensibility flow in my mind, my body is just mechanically cold and quiet, like an object, accompanying me By her side.

Finally moved, she raised her hand and pointed in the direction of ten o'clock, as if she was telling me that the place I wanted to go was there. She may be able to tell which one is the station from the box-sized house and the chain-sized ladder, but I can't do it. So, her actions are for me. Meaningless.

She ran up again, and she led me along the edge of the platform, where there was a snake path excavated on the edge of a huge wall like a cliff. We can only walk the width of the two people side by side when we walk on it. From time to time, fragments fell from the edge, as if it would burst at any time, making a rustling sound. You only need to turn your head to the side and you can see a cliff almost ninety degrees without any load. It is hundreds of meters high-we climbed up the steps and we have climbed so high.

If you fall, there is absolutely no good reason to be attacked here. There is no place to dodge. I and I are on this long snake path, running fast forward.

During the journey, I can sometimes see the distance of the city below my feet, and something seems to be changing. Listening quietly, you can also hear a slight but dull sound coming from that direction. It was the sound of fighting. I don't know what was fighting. Maybe it was the team of Omi, Father Xi Sen, the fire escape and the file, but it could also be the body life and regular security guards.

It's too far away from us. I don’t know how long it will take to get there if I just rely on running.

But it also means that the place where Sha and Tang are located is remote but safe enough.

There is no change in the sky. The scenery seen from standing on the snake path is so vast, and the change of scenery is so slow and heavy. It makes people feel bored very quickly. However, for me and Yu. There is no such trouble at all, and the reason why I brought me here is because there are vehicles that lead to distant places.

A huge pipe is hidden deep in a platform at the end of the snake path. The buildings and steps here are extremely messy, which can clearly distinguish the boundary between the old and the new. Not far away, there is a huge construction machine at work, laying one after another building and steps on top of the old buildings and steps. Some places become strange and dangerous, and then they may feel unstable. For this reason, the strange place was repaired again, but once it made up for one place, there would be another place with a hideous head. And the room where the transportation is located may be buried by the platform and the stairs for the same reason. It is very clear what is there, maybe it is because of the frequent use of it, and it doesn't care about the changes here. However, if someone else, according to the construction speed of the construction machine, will surely find that he is in a different corner after waking up.

She took out the gun and fired fiercely on the platform. She seemed to want to penetrate the platform, but the power of the gun was not enough to complete it in a short time, so she stopped shooting and turned her head to me. Although I can't see her face hidden under the robe, I still feel that she is staring at me, suggesting me, and asking me to help her pierce the platform.

I took the radioactive ash particle resonance device pinned to my waist in my hand, like holding a long knife. The difference between it and the real long knife is that its edge does not open, and there is a trigger at the handle of the long knife. After pressing the trigger, the knife-shaped critical weapon that had been on standby made a clear buzzing sound. I could feel the air around the knife body vibrating. The power has been rising at a very high speed, and, in a blink of an eye, the vibration of the air can already be seen with the naked eye.

The blade seems to be twisted.

I swung the knife-like critical weapon that was ready to go toward the center of the platform. An invisible force distorted the air on that side and crushed it hugely and heavily. In a short time, there was a fine vibration from the entire platform. .

While breathing, it turns into a powder, which is expelled around with the air wave.

The pale air waves that were filled with dust engulfed me and Yu indiscriminately. I subconsciously blocked my hand in front of me, but my gaze fell on Yu who was next to her. She regarded these dust waves as standing without objects. Where, let the robe shake. In the sound of the rustling fabric shaking, I saw the corner of the hood of the robe that was lifted up. There was no normal human skin color. It was hard and pale. It was a layer of hard keratinized substance, which seemed to have the outline of teeth, just like outside. Bone-like, embedded in keratinous material.

It was not a good-looking face, it was totally unimaginable to be a human face—but, Shah clearly told me that it was a female.

Only by the appearance observed at this time, it is completely invisible.

Under the air blow of the knife-shaped critical weapon, the platform was completely destroyed, exposing the metal layer below. I was not surprised by the power of this knife, because I seemed to be already familiar with this power. At the very center of the metal layer is a wheel-shaped handle. Run up. Turn the handle vigorously, and after three turns, white mist sprayed out from the edge of the metal layer. Subsequently, the metal layer also bounced upwards at an amplitude visible to the naked eye.

Finally lifted the lid with the handle connected. After getting in, he showed his upper body and beckoned to me.

Below the lid is a circular well hole, just like the entrance to the sewer, with a row of climbing frames for getting in and out. After I got down half of my body, I motioned to me to close the lid again. As a result, it became very dark underneath. However, the depth of this well was only a dozen meters before I landed. There is already light rising below. I looked down and saw that I didn't know where to get a simple light.

She carried the lamp, didn't wait for me, and kept running. I quickly followed. This is a huge metal pipe that doesn’t know where it leads, just like the huge pipes I saw in the world of metal pipes before I arrived in the 33rd district. There were fork roads everywhere, spewing out from time to time. Scorching steam. Some places are filled with water, and you can't see how deep it is, and some places are full of dense fog and you can't see far away. Most of these water and fog have bright colors and should be toxic substances. Yu led me around these places. Then, drilled through a narrow cave.

On the other side is a normal room. Several rows of cabinets of the same height are left in them, and the corners are full of cocoons entangled by silks. Some of the cocoons are obviously human-shaped. According to the information given by Sha, this is the end of the failure of body transformation, which is equivalent to dystocia. It’s also a very useful material. It already has some of the characteristics of the element body, and the element body is very similar to the structure. It can even be said that the element body is a special structure. The resulting cocoon can also be used as a raw material.

Sa needs a lot of these things to complete the next system maintenance work.

The cocoons near their stronghold have already been collected almost, so they appear to be empty, but there should be more resources to go to a further area.

Ignored the cocoon here, he directly opened a cabinet, took out an extremely heavy piece of equipment that looked like a spacesuit, and then began to change clothes.

She didn't worry, I just stood by her side and took off the robe directly. I was a little surprised, because I think she wrapped herself in such layers because she didn't want to let people see her appearance, but now it seems that it is not completely like this. She pulled up the robe from the bottom up, revealing a green body-a body that looked very normal, and was almost indistinguishable from a human being in the normal world, and belonged to the body of a green girl. The delicate curves, the white skin with pink color, the slender waist and neck, without evading, without thinking, my body is exposed in my eyes.

I didn't turn my head either, I just looked at her body quietly.

Because the body full of youthful charm begins to change in the upper half of the neck. A kind of scorched, torn skin, cut apart and scattered and healed scar-like substance clings to the skin above the neck, it is particularly dazzling, when she completely pulls the robe from the top of her head, she is very The indescribable appearance was completely presented before my eyes.

The original appearance must not be this way. The aborigines here should be no different from human beings in the normal world, and the appearance is the same.

However, his face was distorted from the chin-scars, cuticles, bare left gums, like a burned face, and after a failed plastic surgery, he had to wear a keratinized mask, even his left eye It also became a mechanical eye, emitting a red light. But most of the right face is still normal, and the outline of the facial features is as delicate as a doll, but because of this, her left face is set off even more hideously and terribly.

Her hair is gone, and a clear circle of marks is left on the top of her bald head, as if her cranium has been repaired, and the area above her forehead is obviously a structure. In fact, I intuitively feel that the keratinized face and left eye are also made of structural material.

She was just in front of me, taking off her only clothes in a smooth motion and putting on the heavy protective clothing. There are broken signs on the chest and arms of the protective clothing, like a red and white umbrella surface, under which there is illegible language of the ruling bureau, which probably means "protective umbrella".

Then ~IndoMTL.com~ She took out a speargun-like weapon from the cabinet again. The one-meter-long spear had been inserted into the launching port. She pulled a wire from the rear handle of the speargun and inserted it into the block on the waist of the protective suit.

It seems that the area we are going to is extremely dangerous, and the warrior must also re-arm himself.

She motioned to me to put on the same suit. Although I have been wearing a black tight-fitting one-piece combat suit made of unknown material since I awakened again in the doomsday illusion, I did not refuse, and directly put the protective suit over this layer of combat suit, and then picked it up. Spearguns of the same style.

The information about protective clothing and spearguns pops up on the retina screen, and all of them are limited weapons.

——Illegal weapons detected, whether to carry it?

Confirm loading.

In the weapon list, under the radioactive gray particle resonance device, there are patterns of protective clothing and spearguns.

The data and functions of these two boundary weapons were analyzed in the blink of an eye. Using them is like an instinct to raise hands and feet.