Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 465: Awakening hallucinations

If you just treat the human anatomy with a medical attitude, this kind of thing won't happen, right? However, only I understand that the emotion of "playing carefully" is like the poisonous seaweed hiding in the deep sea of ​​Linghún, exuding the smell of sulfur, swaying in the shadow of the reef like a phantom. .+?(.+bsp;s*I can’t believe that emotion belongs to the depths of my own spirit, but the bad part is that I can’t tell if it really doesn’t belong to me.

When analyzing this quietly appearing shadow from various psychological perspectives, trying to find evidence that the emotion does not belong to me, some hallucinations, indescribable weird sounds and pictures continue to penetrate into my brain. I don't know, if you look up at yourself in the mirror, you will see something more terrifying.

The illusion is too weird, like the changing clouds in the sky, without a fixed shape. Sometimes it looks like a dull and familiar children's graffiti, sometimes it is fuzzy enough but it looks like a familiar face. The same is true for auditory hallucinations, like squeezing all the sounds that have been heard in the first half of my life, with walnuts in it, and inaccurate pronunciation, squeaking.

I can distinguish the difference between the illusion and the normal world. It’s like a film effect superimposed by clumsy technology. However, in this illusion, the normal world seems to be quiet all of a sudden, and only the tap water is heard from the tap. The sound flowing out, clashed, crowded out other sounds in the world.

I wash the blood and black oil on my hands vigorously. I can use psychology to explain my current psychological state, but when I know how to treat myself with psychotherapy. But did not get the desired effect. I know. When I have a difference in this doomsday illusion, the changes within the body must be more intense in reality. I don’t know exactly what triggers this change, but if there is no brain hardware, I will definitely become a real psychiatric disease... No, I said to myself, I’ve already been a psychiatric disease patient. All patients with Doomsday Syndrome are patients with God, but if there is no brain hardware to control it, as the condition worsens. The state at this time must be more serious.

I told myself that all changes in this world are the reflection of changes in reality, including personal, social, environmental, and so on. These changes are always sudden and drastic. Now, I have made this clearer.

Since the foundations that make up the world are pathological things, then any people and things built on this foundation are naturally pathological things, and this pathology naturally includes oneself.

I have been reminding myself that I am not a normal person, both psychologically and physically, and do not use normal human thinking to face everything that happens in this world-whether it is external changes or your own changes. However. As I stay in this world longer, the effect of this reminder is weaker, probably because sick people don't feel out of place in a sick world, so I always feel like a normal person.

The reason why my current psychology suddenly changed dramatically is probably because of this reason.

Only normal people can have this dark emotion of "playing carefully" when dissecting the human body and panic, right?

So, am I a normal person or a patient? Are you becoming a more serious patient, or are you changing back to a normal person and resisting your own pathological thinking and emotions? I feel my thinking is starting to be confused.

This kind of chaos can't even be dealt with completely by the brain and hardware.

Damn it. Has the actual condition worsened again? Has the "Jiang" virus intensified the physiological erosion? Is it because I have been exposed to too many "sick bodies"? Although there is not enough evidence, I still subconsciously regard the devil and everything that has changed in relation to the devil as the reflection of the "sick body". I used to be in direct contact with the demon summoned by the wizards in the bumping train incident, and here I was exposed to the "paradise" yào agent made with the power of the devil, so. The reason why my thoughts and emotions suddenly became fiercely chaotic, must be due to further "infection".

I listened to myself mumbling to myself. Obviously reason knows that this kind of behavior itself is wrong, but it doesn't produce any feeling of wrong.

On the retina screen, there are no images of Bajing, Omi, or other people. They are like hiding, only the cold data is rolling. After turning off the faucet, I kept my head down until I heard the sound of opening the door behind me.

"It's okay? Agawa." Sakiya said behind her back, her voice a little hesitant.

"It's okay." My confused thinking stopped abruptly because of the voice. I paused and said to her, "Sorry, I seem to be getting more and more weird." Because if she knew Gao Chuan, a month ago, it was not the me who I am now. At this time, I really felt that I had gained more information. My body is extremely strong, and I also have a hard brain. In fact, I am not as good as I thought at the beginning. I have become more than the last one. Gao Chuan is stronger. At least, not more powerful than when Gaochuan died in that incredible battle at the junction of reality and apocalyptic fantasy.

Not only do I have an inherent limit in my ultimate potential, but I also have a lower-than-expected performance. I felt once again how far away I was from the ideal "Super Gaochuan".

"It's okay." I felt Sakuya's body temperature, and she hugged my waist from behind, "I know, Takakawa, it's still Takakawa."

"...Hmm." Hearing her say that, I felt redeemed.

"Go back to the headquarters, we are going to have a big gan tonight." I feel that my thoughts and emotions have finally returned to normal. The previous chaos is like a bubble, and it has never existed.

I turned off the faucet. I don’t know how much hand sanitizer I have used, and my hands have been gangan clean after repeated scrubbing. I stared at these hands and felt that the stains in my heart were also thoroughly washed away. Before, I was a little worried about Sakiya mentioning what happened in the bedroom, for fear that Sakiya's performance in the bedroom was because that kind of **** scenes cast a shadow in her heart. But Sakiya didn't mention those things at all. Her face did not show any negative emotions. I used the retina screen to carefully observe her eyes, and would not let any clues hidden under my eyes. But Sakiya seemed to have forgotten that scene, and it seemed that it was not. Take the scene at that time to heart.

I remember that in Sakuya, I had never personally experienced the **** scenes like this tonight. In the past, she didn’t like watching movies that reminded people of disability and pain, whether it’s **** or ng godly. What she likes is the joyous soap opera, the happy ending. Even the process hopes that there are not too many twists and turns. In my memory, Sakuya's life has always been very plain, even in the four years of university and the days when he partnered with the last Takakawa. Gao Chuan did not expose her to too negative things. However, today, I staged such a brutal and **** scene in front of her... I never thought that there would be such a day, I have been continuing the idea of ​​the previous Gaochuan, thinking that I can protect her very much. Well, even if the whisperer has to face a harsher future.

However, my behavior betrayed my ideas, when everything happened. I feel that this is the cruelest thing.

Sakiya's normality, in my eyes, looks like the biggest abnormality, and in the face of this super abnormal situation, there is nothing to do.

Should I ignore it? If not, what should I say to her? I thought calmly, but there was no answer.

Therefore, I can only remain silent and continue to move forward. Leave the house and enter the elevator. Back to headquarters. Before I took the weapon, I knocked on the door of the monitoring room. Except for this room, I couldn't find the Eight Views in any other room. I know that Bajing saw everything from my field of vision, and her midway departure seemed to be sending me some bad signals. Sakiya's state makes me wonder how to proceed, but the words of Hakkei. Maybe I can solve her-from the perspective of a psychiatrist.

The door of the monitoring room opened soon, and Bajing was sitting in front of the computer processing data, and everything I did in that bedroom was played back on the big screen. She took a sip of coffee from time to time and stared at the slow motion playback intently. The details of the rotting wound itself, the fresh tissues, and the red and black liquid that are constantly overflowing. Just looking at the image, it seems that you can smell the pungent and disgusting smell at the time, including the characters. Everything is so disgusting, including the actions and expressions.

I felt so, and judged calmly, but when I left midway, it seemed that I hadn't witnessed the eight sceneries, but my face didn't change at all.

No matter how you observe the details of her facial expression, like Sakuya, you can't detect any abnormal psychological fluctuations.

I can't describe the strange feeling that I had when I saw the performance of the two of them. It was a very contradictory feeling. If I force it to describe it, it would probably be "normal enough to make people feel abnormal". I squeezed the bridge of my nose vigorously, even if it is a brain hardware that is good at rational analysis, I can't give an answer, which is really a headache.

"Eight Sceneries, are you okay?" I took the lead to ask the Eight Sceneries who were engrossed in examining the **** video.

"What's the matter?" She seemed to hear some incredible question, and turned her head to look over.

"No, I said, don't you think of this image..." I pondered the wording and said, "Is it a bit too bloody?"

Bajing still stared at me with that kind of surprised eyes, his mouth moved, as if to say something, but I didn't hear her voice.

"What did you say?" I asked.

The eight sceneries are moving, and it seems that something has been said, but I still haven't heard clearly. I frowned and took out my ears, but now that the ears have been prostheticized, they should not be blocked by excrement, and in the self-check list, there is no problem with the auditory system.

Hakjing stared at me and suddenly smiled.

"What's wrong? Achuan. What happened?" I heard her words clearly.

"Ah, no, no." I paused and repeated what I said before, "Are you sure you didn't have any special reaction to these images?"

"Special reaction? You mean this?" Bajing suddenly put his hand into his chest, tearing a large piece of muscle apart, revealing the fresh internal organs. My brain nerves seemed to be shocked suddenly, unable to think or act. In my gaze, those living organs rotted like a fast-forward camera.

An invisible and powerful impact hit me. When I noticed it, my body had already rolled and flew backwards, hitting the door that I didn't know when it had been closed.

Touch!

Cracked wooden boards. Inverted ground and sky hua board. The eight sceneries that are decomposing, everything in the monitoring room suddenly freezes, and in the dead silence that even time has frozen, the vision is quickly disintegrating.

"Achuan!" When the voice pierced into the ears again, the scene in his field of vision had completely changed its appearance. Amidst a splash of wood, I fell to the ground and slid backwards until the glass cabinet was installed. The objects placed on the counter snapped and fell during the impact.

Sakiya has turned into a Rorschach soldier in a gray tights and stands in front of me. The place where I am is not the surveillance room of the headquarters, but the house 505 that should have already left. It was the door of the bedroom where the three young men who had been ripped apart by me were smashed.

"Sakuya. What happened?" I got up from the ground and asked, in order to verify the answer I thought of.

"You entered the bedroom, and when you first touched the man, you suddenly stopped." Sakiya said lightly and nervously. "Then, you were beaten by him."

Sakiya said that he was a strong young man who was supposed to be dissected by me, and his internal tissues were greatly decomposed. Those scars were not observed on the retinal screen. Not only him, but the thin young man and young woman were also intact, still combined, doing piston movements.

The smell in the air and the smell from them have not changed in any way. However, the three of them stared at me and Sakuya with a playful attitude. The thin young man leaned against the chuáng, playing with the young woman in his arms, looking at us with a subtle, condescending gaze, while the strong young man showed a wolfish hungry expression on his face.

"Sure enough, it's you." The sturdy young man shook his palm, his nails were like sharp blades out of a sheath, and the ground became longer when brushed, and the muscles of the entire arm became tangled and swollen, becoming not as strong as human beings. He bent down. Like a beast peeking at its prey, the tip of its claws slashed across the floor, cutting out three sharp nicks.

"The guy who has always troubled us this month, is that you, is it the whisperer?" He smiled stubbornly. "Although they said not to confront you head-on, I still don't think how good you are."

Sure enough, what happened before are hallucinations? I did not subdue these three people, but fell into the illusion created by them? Which of these three people created the illusion? It is the thin young man and the woman who are more likely to do it. In the record of the retina screen, the decay effect prediction still exists, but there is no anatomical data.

Although the situation looks a bit bad, in fact, there is nothing to worry about. Although they suffered a small loss, they did not have everything under their control as they thought. I'm not panicking at all. The brain hardware is functioning normally. There are too many things happening in the hallucinations, but in the normal world it should be only a momentary thing. Although I was slightly surprised that I had fallen into a hallucination, this emotion was deleted as soon as it sprouted.

These three people are not wizards, whether they are transformed or hallucinated, are these powers brought by "paradise"?

In the presence of brain hardware, "it can make me hallucinate, and I should be praised." But, think about it carefully, hallucinations are not the defense range of brain hardware, "It's a pity, I often Seeing hallucinations, natural resistance is quite strong." While I was speaking, I turned on the pseudo-speed sweep ability.

Before the voice fell, I rushed to the front of the strong young man. He looked stunned, but just moved his right hand, which turned into a claw, and I held his forehead. Then, continue to push forward and hit the wall. There was a heavy and brittle crash, and the wall cracked around the place where the head was embedded.

The sturdy young man was not stunned by it, but before he waved his paw up, I had already twisted the mutated arm.

The sound of fractured bones rang, very clearly in the bedroom that suddenly quieted down.

The young man wailed fiercely, and then I grabbed his hair and pulled it out of the wall. His face was twisted like an evil spirit, and I broke his knee immediately. My vision became strange again. Everything in my eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of veil. I couldn't tell what shape something was sliding past my eyes. I heard the rustling sound, and it seemed that some creature was breathing behind me. The young man I held in my hand also deformed in an instant, like a mass of rotting and disgusting human-shaped flesh, and the flame burned out of his body and climbed onto my arm. The field of vision kept flickering, turbulent in clarity and haziness, as if two layers of films with different patterns interlaced back and forth. I didn't let go of the human figure in my hand. When I turned my head, an inhuman shadow swayed from the sky board, and suddenly disappeared like a ghost.

Skinny young people and young women are also clear for a while, and lose their shape for a while, as if the picture is moving in a mosaic.

I know that I am starting to be disturbed by the gan of hallucinations again~IndoMTL.com~ It’s just that the hallucinations this time are not as true as the last time. I smashed the human figure in my hand at the two people, and my vision suddenly became clear, and then I heard the sound of the collision, the three people stacked together like sandwiches. When they uttered shēn, I strode up. As soon as the thin young man uttered the sound of "you—", I put my hand in his mouth, smashed his teeth, and grabbed the head.

"Do you still want to speak well?" I asked.

He nodded desperately with his mouth full of blood.

The woman screamed bitterly, and my brain swelled a little, but it was just a moment, and then it recovered. When I looked at her, she stared at me with even more horror. I set my sights back on the thin young man:

"Then, I want you to tell me why you can live."

"You, what do you want to know?"

"Paradise." (To be continued...)