Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 726: Strange breath

I saw the phantom of the young Takakawa again. Before one blink, he was still a vague shadow. The next blink, he sat next to me, where Sakiya was originally. Sakiya was not replaced by him. The position that Sakiya and I didn't have before appeared suddenly. In terms of the position and structure in the cabin, this kind of insertion should be extremely abrupt and unharmonious, but at this moment, it makes me feel that there should have been such a position that belongs to the phantom of the young Takakawa, but, looking at it The head of the row is still as symmetrical as before, and it doesn't stretch out much.

Such a strange sight did not surprise me. Since the hallucinations appeared in front of me, it is not surprising how unusual the phenomenon is. Moreover, the brain hardware is still functioning as before, limiting my emotional ups and downs. Besides, there have been so many illusion experiences before, and the reappearance of the phantom of the young Gaochuan is not unpredictable. Why does he appear at this moment? How has my body and spirit changed? In my calm thoughts, these questions circulated, but I didn't take the initiative to pursue the answers.

Blinked again, Gao Chuan Phantom, who looked like a high school student, had replaced her school uniform with the crimson coat. It was exactly my fully armed appearance in the conscious world, just like a warrior about to go on an expedition. . I stared at him as if I was staring at myself, wondering if I had entered that strange world of consciousness again. The person in front of him is both strange and familiar, like himself and others, like a distant twin, and the closest stranger.

He turned his head, and for a moment when his eyes crossed, I thought he was looking at me as if between us. It is the body and the mirror image separated by a mirror, but it is impossible to distinguish which is the body and which is the sight-I cannot confirm that I am "real". This is really a strange feeling. When my consciousness turns, I can feel that his consciousness is also turning. If I want, our position can be changed at any time, and. There is no sense of separation.

"You—" I was about to say something, but suddenly I realized that his gaze did not actually meet me, but went over my head, as if there was something on the other side of me.

In the next moment, the feeling of "young Gaochuan is staring at someone on the other side of me" became very strong. I couldn't help turning my head to follow the gaze of the young Gao Chuan. Just when I seemed to see it, and didn't seem to see it, and only felt that there was a figure sitting there, the impressive black long hair-like silhouette disappeared. I was in a daze, and suddenly came to my senses, a surprised look met me, it was Gregya. She was confused and said to me: "What's wrong? Mr. Gao Chuan."

I wanted to say something, but suddenly I realized that I didn't know what to say. Did you tell her, is there anyone in her place? That must make her feel uneasy. Moreover, in my cognition, the scenes I saw before were nothing more than hallucinations, or in other words, I told myself repeatedly. That is just an illusion.

People who don't exist here have a strong sense of existence, but with the movement of the second hand, that "person who doesn't exist here" has a sense of existence. Also disappeared quickly. Until this time, I once again had the feeling of "waking up", as if the previous regaining consciousness was just an illusion, a shallow dream.

The self-test report on the retina screen showed that my body value fluctuated greatly in this short process. Let’s not say whether it is good or bad. At this moment, it has returned to normal. If the report is not clear and it is there, you will really feel that nothing has changed. I can't help thinking, if there is no brain hardware, if it is not prosthetic, I am probably in a cold sweat now.

Gregya and I looked at each other. Before she could see what was going on, I interrupted her and said, "It's okay, I just thought of something."

"What's the matter? Isn't it about planning to leave me in the next city?" Gregya said tightly: "That's not possible, Mr. Gaochuan, you promised me."

"No, it's not about it. And, if you want, I won't break my promise." I smiled calmly and said, "I'm just reminiscing about the past." The phantom of the young Gaochuan, and my high school age, regardless of In terms of appearance and temperament, there are many similarities. To be precise, they are completely carved out of a template of top students. If you insist on saying any difference, it is probably that when I was at that age, I had not been exposed to mystery. Therefore, there is no fighting atmosphere that hides the sharp edge.

No, to be precise, I didn't go through high school. That was the experience I only had in the last Gaochuan, because I succeeded Gaochuan after graduating from university, and it was a social person era.

When did I subconsciously regard other Gaochuan’s past as my own? This question didn't circulate in my mind for too long. When I noticed this phenomenon, I realized that I was a little tired, and I no longer planned to pursue the cause of these fait accompli. Maybe it's because the biggest reason is actually located in the lower left corner of the retina screen, right?

——Warning! warn! Unexplained interference with Gaochuan information loading program.

——Identification of interference source...... Garbled characters......

——Information...garbled...Forced to break through the firewall...garbled...will have a serious impact on the subject’s personality.

——The current information loading progress is 75%.

——Information loader main body detection, the damage rate is 10%...garbled...interference...cannot be repaired...

——Warning! warn! If the prefabricated conditions are met, the emergency backup firewall 1046 is activated, and the personality of the subject will be seriously affected. Garbled characters...

——Starting...

Unconsciously, the current me is actually no longer the me I used to be? Not paying attention at all, everything is too natural, and there is no pain, sadness and fear for it, as if you have grown up, but can this situation be said to be the result of "growth"?

However, from the perspective of my current situation, it is no longer a lie to regard the "past" that I have never had since my birth as the "past" that I once had.

"Mr. Gao Chuan is still so young, has he started to remember the past?" Gregya looked at me with surprise.

"There will always be moments of emotion." I dealt with it vaguely. Rubbing my face with my hands, I took out the Camel brand cigarettes from my pocket-I don’t remember if the pack of cigarettes has been on my body all the time, I haven’t finished smoking it, and I suddenly felt that the cigarettes shouldn’t be on my body, or It shouldn't be the idea of ​​this half-full state. It also happened suddenly.

It's almost like it is, because I subconsciously think it's in my pocket, that's what it looks like, so it exists-is this also an illusion?

"Can I smoke?" I asked the others.

"No problem." One of the black suits replied in a tough voice, and took out his cigarette.

I looked at Gregya, and she said indifferently: "Give me one too." But. I didn't give it to her. After I took the fire and lit the cigarette, I put the cigarette case back into my pocket, and Gregya made a fine "cut" sound. Speaking of which, she is actually not much younger than me, and it is legal to touch cigarettes and alcohol.

The smell of smoke spreads in the nasal cavity. I was in a daze again, and couldn't help but think of the quick guns, grey foxes and wrestlers of the File Team. I don't understand why I suddenly thought of them. Although I spent a period of time with my comrades in arms, they weren't really familiar with them, and compared to them. Shouldn't the file itself be more impressive? But I thought of these three people alone for the first time, and then I thought of the file. Something is wrong, this kind of thought popped up in my mind, but I couldn't tell what was wrong. It can only be vaguely confirmed that this kind of wrongness is caused by the three people of Quick Spear, Grey Fox and Wrestler, but it does not have a strong enough sense of danger, it is just a pure feeling of something wrong.

"Don't you tell me about it?" This sentence suddenly came to my mind, and I seem to have this memory. It happened before going to Las Vegas. As soon as the File Squad arrived at the Whisperer's headquarters, they decided to bring their troops to participate in the Whisperer's search and support for Father Xi Sen. The scene at the time was faintly replayed in my mind. Once again, I felt a strong error. With the presence of brain hardware, there shouldn't be such a fuzzy memory. The records at that time should be clearly preserved.

What happened? I tried to think about it, capturing the unclear fragments-File started to introduce my players to me, pointing to them one by one...

"I'm very curious, what did Mr. Gao Chuan look like when he was young?" Gregya's words brought me back to my mind again, only to hear her say: "Mr. Gao Chuan began to be exposed to these mysterious events when he was in high school. Already?"

The Cheka and two black suits on the other side also cast interested glances.

For some reason, I suddenly didn't care to pursue that vague memory. I flicked the soot and said: "I only came into contact after college. The predecessor of Whisperer was just a college club."

I don’t mind telling the truth at all, although this truth will give others a sense of vulnerability of "no background, no history". Both Cheka and the two black suits were surprised and fluctuating, but Gregya was not surprised at all. Instead, she fell into her own reverie and said: "Really? That must be a very exciting college life, right? ?" It seems to be very envious.

"Well, it's interesting." I nodded.

"It would be great if I was in your university at the time." Gregya said.

"You may not meet in college." I said, "There are so many people in college, but there are only a few whisperers. In fact, that kind of society is very shabby in the eyes of normal people. Right."

"That’s also true. For ordinary people, of course they would prefer popular clubs and those that suit their own interests. However, they must also be more popular and more interesting... Hey, everyone thinks it’s good anyway. It will be exposed." Gregya nodded and said, "Actually, my interests are more popular. I have never thought about participating in club activities such as an astrological society. By the way, the name Whisperer doesn’t make sense when I hear it. , Do you really use this name in your university club? Can you really get the license to form it?"

"Yes, it has always been the name, but of course it is impossible to get a positive permission." I looked at Gregya with a calm gaze, and said, "Our university is normal."

Gregya was dumbfounded, and burst into laughter the next moment.

"It sounds really interesting. It's a colorful college life." Gregya complained: "Why is my university so dull? Just dealing with homework and exams is a headache, a little bit. There is nothing exciting."

"Now you are still a college student, and the experience is exciting enough." I replied flatly.

"Oh. That's what I said." Gregya seemed to be reminded of those dangerous experiences by me, and the ups and downs of emotions ushered in a low ebb again. Regarding the ruling bureau's records, she once again evoked the desire to explore mystery after returning to ordinary life, but was forced to get involved in the "son of destiny" project. But it also left her with extremely complicated feelings again-like being pushed around by people like a wooden puppet, exhausted in danger, and lucky enough to survive, but to witness the death of the same sick and pitiful people around him, even when entering After the 51st area base, there was a peaceful time. But you can definitely feel the atmosphere of house arrest. The ubiquitous pressure and the precarious life kept her mental state at a certain limit-even if she hid deeply, or said, hypnotized herself, but. People like us feel quite keen.

After meeting again, Gregya, although very active, is very inconsistent with her past personality. I also don't want to say to her, "It's better to get a good night's sleep". If she can return to normal after taking a break, she shouldn't have been like this long ago. The time and place are wrong now, only to arrive at the Whisperer's headquarters. Only then can she really relax.

"Don't worry, everything has me." I pressed her lowered head and said calmly.

"Hmm." She responded softly.

Gregya leaned against my shoulder, I looked at the two black suits, and asked, "How long has it been?" Although there is always a timer in the retina screen, the previous one is not right. , Uncoordinated, making people feel in a trance. Let me subconsciously check the watch with other people.

"Ten minutes have passed since I boarded the plane." The older black suit replied without squinting: "There are still two hours to the destination, but I finally left the nuclear strike range. The nuclear strike is far away. Time, there are still about two minutes, if you want to watch the explosion. It's better to bring this." said the black suit, and took out a pair of temporarily new sunglasses from his jacket pocket.

"No, no, won't the impact have an impact on us?" I asked, the black suit didn't care about my refusal, and his companion did the same when he put the sunglasses on his face.

"There will be a little impact, but as long as they don’t deviate, the impact won’t be too great, at least it won’t let us crash, and the radiation won’t be strong enough to make you terminally ill. Go back and clean it carefully and it’s okay. , You should know how to do it? Compared to half a century ago, our nuclear technology has already had a long-term development. There is no need to compare with the example of World War II." The black suit said that, smiling, " We don’t make fun of our lives."

So, the cockpit signal lights up, and the black suits immediately did something. The young one walked to the corner of the cabin, put on headphones and listened for a while, said a few words through the microphone, and handed a color to the older black suit. The older black suit immediately said to us: "Everyone is ready to face the impact, fasten your seat belts."

Although he did not say the reason for doing this, it is actually already obvious. The US Homeland Defense Strategic Command’s nuclear strike on the city of Las Vegas is about to begin.

"No, it has already started." The young black suit sat back in his seat, fastened his seat belt quickly, and said to me: "The estimated time is the estimated time when the nuclear bomb will arrive in Las Vegas."

Including Cheka, the black suits and the soldiers have serious expressions. However, in contrast to the black suits and the soldiers' practice, I asked Cheka and Gregya to unfasten their seat belts.

"What are you going crazy?" The black suit cried.

"We have our own safer approach~IndoMTL.com~I answered.

Neither Cheka nor Gregya hesitated. After unfastening the seat belts, Sakiya released a large amount of gray silk from her body, wrapping up all of us whisperers. The black suits and the soldiers cast scrutiny glances, and when I asked them if they wanted to be together, they explicitly refused. Contrary to them, Cheka and Gregya obviously trusted Sakiya's mystery more than the seat belts of technological creations.

"Can we see the nuclear bomb flying by?" Gregya asked curiously. Not long ago, she had just overlooked the original Las Vegas city site that had become a relay connection system. The change was taken aback. Although chasing the mystery, she still has strong confidence in the nuclear weapons that represent the upper limit of the destructive power of human science, and believes that there is a high probability that the enemy's position hidden in the gray mist can be torn apart. Moreover, because of the immense power of nuclear bombs, the scenes that can only be understood from text and video materials will happen close to her, which makes her a little excited.

"Unfortunately, the orbit of the nuclear bomb does not come from our direction." The black suit clearly stated, "Moreover, we don't want it to overlap with our flight path." (To be continued. If you like This work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)