Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 596: Boundary Line

I walked in a circular corridor with no other people beside me. The sound of my ears was very noisy, but it was a bit like tinnitus. Whenever I turned my head and looked around, a strong sense of dizziness would strike , As if the balance organ in the ear has been damaged, however, this dizziness is not blunt, cold, and there is a sense of erraticness. шШщ.dyzww. Net|It is this sense of erraticness and the sudden loss of brain hardware and prostheticization of the body that makes me feel like I am dreaming. I can still think about some things, but I cannot agree that I am sober at this time.

——here...here...

Vaguely such thoughts guide my actions in my brain, but I feel that this is not my own thoughts, more like other people’s words, presented in the form of thoughts in my brain, like A terrible hacker sneaked into the depths of my brain. If the brain hardware is still there, no matter who is doing it, the firewall will surely send out an alert in the first place. However, I am completely unaware of the existence of brain hardware now. Whether this is a dream or reality, there must not be many guys who can do this——

"Jiang", super color, super Dorothy... who is it? Why do you want to do this? As soon as I think deeply, my brain hurts terribly. Regardless of all the factors, I believe it is "Jiang" who is doing ghosts. The disappearance of brain hardware and prosthesis means that the "Jiang" parasitic in my body has directly breached my defense line from the inside-no, to be precise. , It should have broken through the seal of super color and super Dorothy in my body, reconstructed my perception, and let me experience such a nightmare. Things seem to be bad, I don't know how long this state will last. What will happen next, but I don't actually have much choice.

I am not sober. When my thoughts are turning, it brings me great pain, and these thoughts are like ice floating on the water, sometimes melting, sometimes condensing, flowing in a certain direction with the established ocean current...flowing ...Dominates my actions, and I know that since I became like this. I haven't thought about whether it is good or bad to act according to the non-self thoughts in my heart, because I simply can't think in this direction.

All the thoughts of deviating from the call will not be established, no matter what method is used to make it untenable, it is untenable. And I cannot reverse this logic.

I feel like a mouse in a fairy tale that follows the sound of the piper's flute. At the end of this seemingly unreal corridor. It seems to lead to **** all the time.

In the zooming view that is sometimes clear, sometimes misty, sometimes close, and sometimes far, I can't see the exact appearance of the corridor, which is vaguely circular. Even with the dizziness, it will be twisted into a strange shape. I thought I was going to be awakened-if it was just a dream, or discovered-if I hadn't dreamed, but the facts told me, before that. I suddenly reached the end of the corridor.

I don't know why I suddenly stood at the end of the corridor. It makes no sense. It seems that every step I have crossed a very long distance, but this may be a proof of the judgment that "this is a dream". If all this is caused by "Jiang", then what does it want me to do? I leaned on the wall, dragged my weak body, raised my heavy eyes, and inspected the valve at the end of the corridor—a gate that looked very advanced and was styled like the 51st District. The appearance of the entire corridor was smooth. Yes, it makes this hard-lined door unique. In the erratic vision, many warning signs and icons were taken, the most conspicuous red, smeared out the number "09" that occupies one-third of the gate area. Soon, under the action of gravity, the red of the numbers, like full blood, slipped against the surface of the gate.

No, I probably didn't read it wrong. It was not a description, but something like this really happened. There was a slippery moist feeling on the soles of my feet, which made me suddenly realize that I was not wearing shoes. Fresh red flows in the place along the outline of the door, making a gurgling sound like a stream. This sound is as clear as a thunderbolt on a sunny day among all the sounds that seem to be noisy and tinnitus. I smelled a strong scent, and my mind told myself that it was the smell of blood, but I had never smelled such a heart-warming blood... Wait, it seemed that I had smelled it before, but ——

I can't remember.

The blood flowing like an endless stream gradually spread over the back of my instep. This strange but familiar situation is enough to make me believe that "Jiang" is indeed at work. My footsteps paused. After understanding this, the palm of my hand was already attached to the door. The door was casually opened after being touched. Light came from the side of the door. It was dazzling and hard to breathe. , As if looking directly at the sun.

The next moment, it was like a nightmare, and it was impossible to be sure that the place was completely dreamland, turned into countless streams of light, and flew behind me.

"Found it." A voice said in my ear. This time, it was indeed a clear voice, not noise, not tinnitus, and not the thoughts that came to my mind.

Who is talking? What did you find? I intuitively felt that the speaker was not "Jiang" because it was obviously a male voice, a very familiar voice.

I know this speaker. Before confirming the "found thing", my eyes turned to the side sound. I don’t know when, the man stood by my side, no, to be precise, he was a teenager, about the age of a high school student. When I looked at him, he looked at me too. At the moment when I met the line of sight, a very sudden idea emerged-it seemed to be my idea, but what I really wanted to say was not all. The outline of this idea was like this:

"I had a dream. When I walked up the stairs, I saw a faceless person standing there, but couldn’t walk to him. I talked to him, but he just stood there to I smiled silently. I wanted to know who he was, so I walked up the stairs again today. He was standing there again today, I hope he can say a word to me, anything will do. So he said:..."

The above thoughts, and the reason why I think this is not all my thoughts, is that I actually know that the boy next to me is Gao Chuan, in the memory information retained by the previous Gao Chuan. He exists—although, as described by the above thoughts. This young boy Gao Chuan is just a "dream" and "fragment"-like existence.

Even so, at this moment, he is indeed standing by my side.

I couldn't help but bared my teeth, pressed my painful forehead, and said to myself: "Is it really a dream?"

"..." The young Gao Chuan stared at me as if it were just an image. He had never spoken before. Just when I was going to really ignore him as an illusion-like image, he said again: "Be careful, you are used as bait."

"What?" I was stunned for a moment, only to realize that this phantom existence was really talking to me. I heard it very clearly, but I couldn't understand it. What is he hinting at.

This young boy Gao Chuan stared at me. No, it should be more vividly said that this is an illusion of staring stance. Whoever meets his eyes will definitely feel that this illusion is staring at himself. but. It is precisely because of this feeling that it makes me feel that he seems to be speaking to all the "Gao Chuan" who may stand in front of him, like a picture of his last words-is he a certain Gao Chuan in the past? Yes, in the last Gaochuan's memory information. So confirmed. Moreover, he is not in the sixty percent of the information that has been integrated.

With the extraction of memory information from the previous Gaochuan. A strong emotion suddenly hit my face, and I was almost swallowed in the blink of an eye. The last Gaochuan’s memory information, no, it should be said, shouldn’t all the integrated Gaochuan information have no subjective emotions? This is the first time I have encountered this situation...it seems to be wrong to say so, but it is absolutely correct to say that there has never been such a strong impact.

That is the emotion gathered by the previous Gao Chuan's subjective cognition of this young boy Gao Chuan. This emotion is so complicated, so violent, and carries too much information, so I can't analyze it at all.

I am in pain, my mind seems to explode. I couldn't hold on anymore, half kneeling in front of the young Gao Chuan Illusory, whenever I raised my gaze to look at him, it was like being cut through my soul by an invisible blade.

"You, what exactly are you...?" I couldn't help but ask, I understand that he is a certain Gaochuan, but in all the integrated Gaochuan information, he has never been like him, not so powerful, Rather, it's a weird existence.

Same as me who has brain hardware and prosthetic body, no, it's more alienated than me. When this young Gao Chuan’s phantom was alive, no, maybe after he died, it became something that is definitely not human, although before my eyes, in the last Gao Chuan’s memory information, it is just an illusion. , I can’t explain or understand the specific situation, but I dare to use my soul to guarantee that this guy is absolutely abnormal!

It didn't answer my question, so I asked in pain, "What do you want to tell me?"

"I did something that I don't know if it's right." The young Gao Chuan Mirage finally said, "It's just like what you are doing now."

"What?" I don't understand, I hate this kind of nonsense, what is it going to do? Without sufficient information, I don't know anything about it.

"I love it, I believe it, you don’t know how much I love it, how much I trust it." The young Gao Chuan phantom stared at the front, facing someone—it’s me at this moment, and said:" I return to reality, although, until now I still can’t fully believe it, that is reality. I am very painful and I hope to be able to do something..."

"Then, did you do it?" I endured the torture and continued the topic.

"Yes, I did." Said the young Gao Chuan Mirage.

"But, you don't know if this is the right choice?" I asked.

"No, it's not the choice." The boy Gao Chuanxiang said, with a faint smile on his face from beginning to end, which is not to be polite or to deal with people's smiles. I really don't know what it is laughing at. Although it was an illusion, it seemed to hear me and answered me as if, and continued: "I failed, no, I thought I failed. Then, how many Gaochuan are you after? Forget it, this point. It doesn't matter at all, as long as it is Gaochuan, you should know what I saw when I was alive and what I wanted to do."

"Yes, reality...that's reality..." I muttered to myself in pain. After losing my brain hardware, I truly understood the degree of pain that reality brought. I began to feel my headaches, dizziness and all the intense negative states. In fact, it was born out of this painful cause, and not all "Jiang" was at work.

At this moment. What is the origin of this young boy Gao Chuan who appeared in front of me? Why does it appear in the anomaly composed of the power of "Jiang"? Ah, I remembered that in the last Gao Chuan's memory information, there was this recognition: This young boy Gao Chuan has a strange relationship with "Jiang". Think about it, now. He said that he himself did something that he didn't know if it was good or bad-what kind of thing was that? Is it something related to "Jiang"?

"I must admit that I failed when I was alive." The young Gao Chuan phantom said: "I saw through the cause of'Gao Chuan', so I gave up everything that I had gained while I was alive, hoping that the future Gao Chuan could inherit and perhaps bring Something to hope—"Here, it paused and said: "Except it."

It, it's it again. I think. This "it" is the key to this conversation.

"Is it'Jiang'?" I asked with a certain tone.

"Jiang, is my soul, my beloved, and my life." The young Gao Chuan Mirage replied in a tone that expounded plain facts, however. Because of this, it makes my hair horrified.

"Do you love it? Are you sure? It's that ‘Jiang’?" I stared at him and said, "Are you crazy!?"

The young Gao Chuan Mirage did not answer, but continued to speak to himself: "When I was alive, I eventually became a loser. Before I died, I left my legacy. However. Who can think of it? After death, I saw the hope of success." When it comes to the word "success". He was a little unsure. Everyone could hear that hesitant tone. He hesitated and said: "Maybe, it is the hope of success."

When the boy Gao Chuanxiang said so, reminiscing about what he said before, gave me a very bad hunch.

"What did you do?" My heart was beating violently.

"I--" The phantom of the young Gao Chuan paused, and his expression became extremely serious for the first time: "Release it."

"Release...it?" Although the pain made me feel exhausted, and even my thinking ability seemed to become dull, when I repeated this sentence, all the goose bumps all over my body appeared, "You, release it." "Jiang"? It was you who released "Jiang"?" If I still have the strength, I must be roaring right now? "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." The serious expression of the phantom Gao Chuan, the young man, calmed down again, and said to himself again: "It says that it can fulfill my wish, it will fulfill my wish, it Love me—you know..."

When I heard this, I interrupted him without thinking. Yes, I know. Although I don’t understand why this happens, I just know: "You love it, you trust it." I muttered. , An absurd feeling came to mind. I don't understand, what is wrong, no, it is not correct to say that it is wrong. All Gao Chuan had the same purpose and desire, even the phantom of Gao Chuan, a young man who didn't know what had become a ghost in front of him. It's just that I was a little at a loss, the process of achieving my goals and wishes suddenly became different from him.

This is different from the information in my memory. It's like countless Gao Chuan shaping a straight world line. However, a certain Gao Chuan who was supposed to be in a trench suddenly jumped out, although the direction is the same. However, the route when moving forward was different, and what was even more bewildering was that the only route chosen by Gaochuan caused the world line to start to diverge and even shift.

I have a lot of things, I want to use the power of howling to say to this young Gao Chuan Mirage, but I opened my mouth and couldn't say anything to blame.

"You failed, you are already dead, why don't you just die like this?" I can only ask him in pain.

"I can't die." The young phantom Gao Chuan gave me a ridiculous but intuitive answer, "Jiang ate my death, but I am not alive."

"'Jiang' will not only eat your'death~IndoMTL.com~ Now, in the future, it will eat everything." I can only say it in a deep voice.

"It said that it will fulfill my wish." The young Gaochuan phantom said, "I trust it, but I don't know whether this choice is correct--"

"Are you confessing to me?" I asked condensedly.

"No, I don’t regret it, I just don’t know it." The young Gao Chuan Mirage rejected my idea in one fell swoop, "I am here just to tell you, no matter which one you are standing here, which one Gao Chuan, I think, I have a responsibility to tell you these things. I don’t know what you plan to do. When I was alive, I was just the Gao Chuan of my time, but I, who died abnormally, chose my own Method, although I don’t know whether this choice is correct. But I believe it, I love it..."

"I don't understand, Gao Chuan loves Zhenjiang, isn't it?" I said this, but in fact, I am not sure about it myself. There is too much ambiguity on the issue of "Jiang" and "Zhenjiang". The boundary between the two became blurred at the moment of Zhenjiang's death.

"..." The phantom of the young Gao Chuan was silent for a while, and slowly said to me: "Zhen Jiang, is also a part of'Jiang', isn't it?"

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