Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 621: Message

The passage is not straight. There are many forks and doorways along the way. However, the sound from a distance is undoubtedly more attractive than checking all the roads and rooms inside the door. The place where the sound is sounding is not in the field of vision, nor in this passage. If you run straight along the passage, you will find that you can't get close to that place. I walked a lot of fork roads based on the location of the sound. They seemed to take me where I wanted to go, but in reality they were not the case. These roads would turn around on the way, or they would be a dead end. I felt like I was spinning around where the sound came from. The sound lasted for a long time, including gunshots, impacts, human voices, and sharp sounds that made my scalp numb. These sounds were confused. Together, after long-distance reflection and shock, it has become a mess when it reaches me.

It is very difficult for me to thoroughly distinguish the components of these sounds. The only thing I can be sure of is that someone exists there.

Nevertheless, where I am, there does not seem to be a direct path leading to the sound. After sprinting, or even sprinting for more than ten minutes with the speed-grabbing super power, I once again lost my position when I was fighting with the vicious dog, but I did not reach the sound source. The voice gradually disappeared...

I stopped and turned around helplessly to look around the empty surroundings. This boundary line is too big, it's like a maze, and the base structure in the normal world must be the same. Although you want to find the mental integration device quickly, if you don't have more clues, you can only choose according to your own feelings. The way forward, however, at this time, I don't have the slightest sense of where I should go—before this, I was chasing after the strange existences that seem to be human and inhuman, chasing the anomalies that appeared around me as if by coincidence.

Now, when only the most thorough person is left, I feel the emptiness in my sight. It's so cold. It was like this before, but only at this time, a sudden change in sensibility took place. People can't help but wonder if they will wander in this world alone. Maybe there will be no more danger. But there is no real way out until death.

I shook my head and threw this gradually clear feeling out of my mind. I know, I just know, even if nothing happens now. But something will always happen, let me once again get clues to move forward.

I took a breath, and suddenly realized that the breath turned into a cloud of white mist after it came out of my mouth. My soul is still burning, but. The temperature seems to have dropped? Thinking about it this way, it really seems to have become a reality. My body had goose bumps because of the sudden cold.

The temperature dropped quickly, and the skin began to become tight and stiff. This change seemed to be a regional anomaly. When I was walking forward, I soon found that hoarfrost had condensed on the walls on both sides. After a while, a faint mist floated in the air. I stomped my foot vigorously, and the temperature finally stopped dropping at this moment.

The time when I entered the boundary line this time. Compared with the previous two times, it has been significantly enhanced, and the encounters are more abundant. However, the negative emotions generated by the surrounding environment before make it impossible for me to completely erase the idea of ​​"going back". How to return to the normal world? I have no idea at all. I am not an expert like Long Aotian. There is no "mystery" of consciousness, just a passive conscious walker.

To get in and out of this realm line is entirely dependent on the power of "Jiang", but the problem lies in it. I can't expect "Jiang" to do what I said.

Although, I learned some information about consciousness walking from Long Aotian. He also obtained the second-level magic pattern, which may be regarded as a gain, but the most critical target lost its clue at this time. In fact, I was a little surprised. In my thoughts, those anomalies that seemed to guide me by coincidence shouldn't disappear so quickly. The "Jiang" that created this boundary line can be completely removed from the consciousness of everyone in the 51st district. , Find the clues leading to the destination, splice them and present them, unless——

In the collected consciousness, the clues about the spiritual integration device are all missing the most critical part. If everyone doesn’t know, the boundary line can’t be created out of nothing. However, I don’t think this possibility is too high. Someone will always know what that thing is and where it is hidden. Otherwise, there won’t be so many fights. The person with the idea of ​​that thing.

Perhaps, this part of the clue is only known to a few people, and it is hidden deep in a very secret consciousness. With a certain shielding power, it can effectively prevent consciousness walkers like Long Aotian from stealing the secret. This possibility is very high. In this world, it is impossible for Long Aotian to possess the "mystery" of consciousness, and the 51 districts that preserve and study the spiritual integration device or device fragments have achieved results in the spiritual consciousness barrier. It's not unimaginable--even, it is not completely impossible to prevent "Jiang" from spying through the boundary line in a short period of time through this kind of achievement.

The "mystery" presented by the surface experiment site in the 51st District is not worth mentioning. Its "mystery" as a trading item in the plan is not praiseworthy. However, the structure of the underground base itself, Whether it is a circular corridor, a hidden door, or a leisure service center, it is indeed a kind of "mystery" that exceeds the external standard. Coupled with the complex background of the 51st District, if they are weak enough to be gathered here The mysterious organization invaded at will, and the people of the mysterious organization robbed all of their achievements without fighting back. That is the imagination that makes people laugh.

The abrupt calm in the boundary line and the lack of clues, after careful analysis, are not so difficult to accept. I keep turning my mind, which helps me ignore the cold in the passage. I don't know how long I have been walking. After the last intense sound disappeared, only my footsteps echoed in the entire passage.

I still can’t see anyone other than myself, can’t hear other voices besides myself, and can’t observe any anomalies other than myself. There are no enemies, no people, no unexpected encounters, there is nothing here. In the world floating with white mist, some are just loneliness.

I entered a room again. I thought it was the same as the one I entered in the past, as if time was frozen at the moment when the owner disappeared, but this time, there were indeed some noticeable differences.

When I opened the door, I could see wherever I was. The scenery is no different from those dormitory-like rooms. The owner should be a woman. So it is not that this room is full of feminine taste. In fact, the visual elements in the room are very thin in terms of femininity. In addition to women's **** underwear on the sofa and women's magazines on the coffee table. There is no more element that can reflect that the owner of this room is a woman. However, these are not the main points, the main point is after I stepped in the door——

I enter the room, and then. The scene observed outside the door suddenly produced some subtle differences. This difference is probably due to the sudden dimming of the light, perhaps the sudden deepening of the color tone, or the smell of the air has become different. Perhaps it is more subtle and difficult to detect directly where changes have taken place. In short, although it is difficult to describe in detail, it does make people feel deeply that something has happened.

If this is also an anomaly, it is really gratifying.

I stopped. Feel the changes in this room with your whole body. Unconsciously, the white mist already exists in the room. This room is quite spacious, and there are several compartments for different purposes, such as the bedroom, the kitchen and the bathroom. I did not conduct a site survey. But after entering the door, you can roughly distinguish these compartments from some details. Of course, whether it was before or after I entered. There is no one in this room, but it hasn't been abandoned for a long time. It's more like the owner is temporarily absent. At this point, it is no different from the rooms that I have passed through in the past.

However, when the white mist was in my vision-I couldn't observe the process of the white mist rising, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, it appeared-the location of the kitchen and bathroom, there was running water The sound, accompanied by some small noises, makes people feel that the owner of the room is inside.

I picked up the fire axe and walked lightly towards the sound. I carefully observed the situation along the way, but, apart from the sound, there was no more movement, until I reached the door of the bathroom, the sound became the sound of toilet flushing. I kicked open the door of the bathroom, but there was no scream or attack, because--

There is nothing in it except the sitting toilet that has been used. The water gurgled into the toilet pipe, but the person who was supposed to be here did not exist in the field of vision.

Blood red letters filled the walls of the bathroom: "I saw him again and I felt terrified. He was dead, but he appeared in front of me again. I think he is not real, but why I walked in there, I can always hear his voice? See his face? I know, I shouldn't enter that place again, I swear, I will never enter that place again. God, are you there? ?"

These handwritings seem to have just been written, and the paint has not dried up yet, and is constantly flowing down the wall. The paint was so red as blood, but there was no **** smell. I stepped forward and touched it with my fingers. It seemed to have life, and suddenly shrank. Then, all the writing was messed up, and I couldn't distinguish it anymore. The font is out. I think something has changed in this place. The smell of the abnormal change spreads in the air like a bad smell, becoming more and more dense, making me no longer want to stay here. When I was about to turn around and leave the bathroom, the bathroom door slammed shut, and there was a chill again behind my back-as if there was a volition monitoring my actions, my intuition. Tell me, that is not "Jiang" at work.

Before I understood the meaning of the sentence, the big blood-red characters were twisted like countless earthworms and evaporated.

The disappearance of these words is like a signal. I have a deep feeling of falling into a trap. Perhaps, as I guessed, the dead silence of the boundary line for this period of time is not because the people in the 51st District are concerned about the spirit. The cognition of the relevant information of the integrated device is blank, but it is because these pieces of intelligence are hidden too deeply. These words are indeed clues unearthed by "Jiang", but my contact has inspired the safety insurance of this part of consciousness.

Perhaps, what made me feel wrong, and what caused the current change, was the counterattack that had been prepared in advance against outsiders who peeped at these clues.

I thought, whose will comes from that sentence full of sadness and fear? Is it the owner of this room? Are women working in this 51st district? Is it a researcher or official with great authority? Is the place where she goes is the place where the mental integration device is placed?

If you connect the clues I've collected so far, and then imagine, I think most of the answers are yes. Maybe, if you find the owner of these words, you will get a direct route to the end. But before that. I have to leave this room. In the air, the abnormal smell that was born with that seemingly non-existent will really turned into a smell, like rotten organic matter, and like a burnt smell. People can't help but disgust. However, once I started nausea, I felt that this extremely sad feeling was incubating an extraordinary beauty.

Yes. I feel that this is not normal at all, it's like something that is extreme is incubating something that is another extreme, and if it continues, it will cause a reversal alienation of oneself. I have no idea. What will become after the reversal, but that is definitely not what I hope to become.

The current situation is like the bathroom is leaking poisonous gas.

I twisted the doorknob hard, but there was only a caracalla sound. I pulled it hard, and the door rattled, seeming to be shaky under my force, but it also gave me another feeling—— It will always remain in this shaky appearance. But it will not really be destroyed. I stepped back and chopped the door with a fire axe. The effect was not bad. The door panel was smashed into a crack, and I chopped along the crack several times. Finally, in a crisp sound, a large wooden board was completely broken, and the head of the fire axe was embedded, followed by a rustling sound. A force intercepted the axe from outside.

I pulled back the fire axe and took a closer look. I don't know when, a lot of thick iron chains were fastened across the door, as if to add a piece of insurance to the door. I exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a little bit. Looking out from the gap in the door panel, the mist that filled the room seemed to become denser. However, after damaging the door, the maddening smell was slightly diluted.

I was about to smash the wooden door in a big effort, but before I hacked it a few times, I heard a sound from outside. It seemed that someone had opened the front door of the room and walked in. This guy had heavy steps, was slow to move, and he was dragging some kind of metal object, making squeaky noises every step of the way. I don't know if this guy is a friend or an enemy, or if he was disturbed by my destruction, so he entered this room. The current situation is special, no matter how bad you think about it, I won’t be too bad, the small environment, the strange experience, all factors seem to be aimed at the power I have. Although I don't think I will die in this place, the strange changes in consciousness cannot be taken lightly.

I slowly put away the fire axe and stuck it to the door silently, without even trying to use the gap in the door to observe the coming guy. Long Aotian said, don’t focus on those weird existences, treat them as nothing, no, to be precise, don’t even look at them, don’t take the initiative to have any relationship with each other, and don’t have any emotions towards them. And inherent cognition-in the world of consciousness, you can’t superficially evaluate what the other person is and what terrifying characteristics it possesses, because everything comes from consciousness, especially in this boundary line connected by the consciousness of most people. In this, everyone’s consciousness is interfering with each other, including our conscious existence with active self.

Of course, I can’t completely close my eyes and think of myself as an ostrich. I lowered my gaze to the ground, silently counting the distance of the guy outside. Judging from the sound he makes, he is closer to humans, walking on the ground with both feet, he is huge and heavy, and the objects he drags in his hands are probably chains. The chains drag on the ground and make a shaking and collision sound. However, at the end of the chains, There is also a heavy object attached.

This guy is getting closer~IndoMTL.com~ There is clearly light in this room, but it is like dusk. The richness of the white fog further weakens the brightness. Large shadows are projected on the ground. When the big guy approaches At the time, its shadow entered the bathroom first.

The outline of the shadow is very clear. It is a humanoid, but not a human monster—the shadow's head is the head of a goat.

It's getting closer. There are wings behind the shadow. Although it stands on both feet, it is in the shape of anti-knuckle legs.

These clear forms outline a more specific image in my mind, and it is a very familiar image—a classic demon in occultism.

However, it doesn't have cold weapons like sickles and tridents in its hands, it's just dragging chains. Perhaps the heavy objects tied behind the chains are its weapons. It has heavy steps, but it does not mean that it is also the same when fighting. Moreover, it is not a demon in the ordinary sense, it should be a product of some kind of illusion of consciousness, a kind of insurance, a kind of anti-virus program. No, maybe, it is precisely because its essence is ideology, which comes from human cognition of demons, so it is more in line with the real face of demons. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)