Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 746: The world is twisted

I returned to the claustrophobic cabin, and all the traces of the previous battle disappeared, and I didn't see Eruka and the final weapon again, just like when I first came in, there was a dead silence. I walked from the nose to the tail, making sure that there was really no one but myself. Looking out from the porthole, the airplane seems to be frozen in the sky, and as you can see, it is a frozen landscape, just like a real painting. Without sunlight, the gloomy clouds passed through the heavy light, so that the light in the cabin was also dim. I recalled everything that happened in the boundary line, and speculated about the change, but, without any more clues, let me go and take everything away.

The only thing I can be sure of is that this battle involving Eruka, Ultimate Weapon, young Gaochuan and "Jiang" has temporarily ended. The degree of damage to the prosthesis proves that the past experience is not a dream. The claustrophobic and silent space didn’t make my situation better. I tried to destroy the portholes. As at the time, the way to the outside was firmly closed, not because of the rigidity of the material, but as if it were glued to the space. The "mystery".

Unimaginable, the situation of a prisoner, but it made me relax. I sit in my original position, waiting for the brain hardware to resume operation. There is too much information stuffed into my mind, waiting for further sorting. However, I very much doubt whether it is really possible to sort out this information. After all Although this information exists, the outline is vague. To describe it in one sentence, it is "I know it exists, but I don't know what it looks like".

However, what can I do besides waiting? I was very tired, and my mind was like a clogged sewer, exuding an unpleasant breath. What happened to the young Gao Chuan and "Mae"? What happened to the boundary line? What happened to the Nazi side? I have no way of understanding all the most critical issues. It stands to reason that the young Gaochuan should still be in my body, but the boundary line is a kind of existence of plural consciousness structure. If we use the power of "Jiang" to separate the young Gaochuan from me and leave this body through the boundary line, it is not unimaginable, just like Eruka separates from "Gaochuan".

I can't feel the existence of the young Gao Chuan, my mind is full of information, but my heart is empty. It seems that I have become incomplete, but I feel that I have become pure again. This pure feeling is also one of the reasons why I don't want to think about it any more. I have to admit, this feeling of "I am totally me". It's really good. I think that the previous crazy thinking, always distracting the problem, maybe it will be cured.

Unexpectedly, during the most part of the journey from Las Vegas, such a change would happen to me. But at the same time feel. Everything I experienced in Las Vegas was to achieve this result. Everything seems to be accidental, but it is inevitable like fate.

It is precisely because of this feeling of "inevitability" and "results" that I feel that this exotic journey has completely come to an end.

I am tired.

Really, very...tired...

Before the brain hardware started to work smoothly, I lay on the back of the chair, and my consciousness slipped into the dark abyss little by little. once Upon a time. Deep sleep has become a luxury, and the process of confusion, the darkness that is approaching step by step, was once frightening, but at this time, I no longer reject it. If you want to say it, it must be——open your arms and take the initiative to hug......

I don’t know how long it has been, I think it’s been a long time. When I became aware of time, I felt the comfort like a wave of water, the kind of force that pushed me up and down like a giant mother's womb. Although it's not comfortable, I don't want to wake up. The feeling of sinking into the deep sea and talking about everything makes me want to continue like this.

However, a little more violent shaking made me awake, and after a while, I heard a sound. At first, it was like the sound of ocean waves, like the murmur of creatures in the deep sea, but it didn't take long for me to realize that it was a human voice.

The human voice quickly swelled in the dark deep sea, becoming clearer and clearer. I quickly heard clearly, what the voice was saying--

"Achuan..." Who is calling?

"A Chuan." With the vigorous shaking, I had to open my eyes. Not a strong light, but it made me feel dazzling for a while, and subconsciously covered my face with my hand.

"Achuan!" The voice became clearer, and I suddenly woke up. It was Sakuya, this recognition made me seem to be frightened, and I straightened up suddenly.

"Agawa!" Sakuya's voice sounded in her ear again, "Are you okay? Are you sweating a lot and have nightmares?" My hand stretched out of the field of vision and wiped my forehead with a hand towel. Only then did I realize that my underwear was soaked. Although I had a peaceful dream, if I think about it carefully, everything that happened in the claustrophobic cabin and the boundary line is still vivid, but when I woke up at this time, it was the same. It feels like a nightmare. My heartbeat speeded up, and the retina screen was delayed for a moment, and then the window was re-lit, scrolling a lot of data.

The brain hardware has resumed operation, and the prosthetic body is being readjusted. I finally returned from the calm of nothing to the calm enforced by the brain hardware.

When I turned my head, Sakiya had already retracted the handkerchief.

"It's okay? Achuan." She stared at me with gentle and worried eyes, her clear and warm eyes, like a clear hot spring. However, I suddenly noticed something wrong-I don’t know when, Sakiya has lifted the status of the Ashbringer and returned to the appearance of an ordinary girl. More importantly, although her clothes are still in her style, they are It's not the original style anymore.

Of course, it's not a strange thing that Sakiya changed clothes. When I looked at her, I couldn't tell what was different from my perception, but an abnormal feeling still lingered in my heart. Perhaps, my gaze revealed strange information, and Sakiya's face showed doubts, and asked: "What's the matter? Agawa."

"No, it's nothing." I paused, but I still couldn't describe the abnormality. If I didn't say it clearly, it would make the other party even more incomprehensible, right? In short, I have determined that something must be wrong, but it is not dangerous, it is just something wrong. Sakuya is normal, but. This is normal, but it is a bit out of tune with my feeling, just as the gears are still tightly engaged, but maybe there are some problems in the specifications.

I think I need some time.

"How long did I sleep?" I asked. Of course I understand. I didn't have a nightmare. What happened in the claustrophobic cabin and the boundary line was definitely not a dream, but, in manifestation, in the observation of others. Perhaps it was expressed as "a nightmare". I have experienced this situation several times, and I am not surprised, nor do I intend to say everything, because it is something that even I cannot fully understand. The other party is more confused. Besides. Even if I wanted to say it, I couldn't connect the clear outlines together, because it was too complicated, too long, and too unbelievable.

"Half an hour." Sakiya said, "It was fine at first, but then your expression became painful. I wanted to wake you. But I couldn't do anything. Later, your expression was not so painful. But it’s calm like a dead person, which makes people feel...not so good. What dream did you have? Achuan. I am very worried."

How long have you not seen Sakiya, considerate, gentle, full of humanity and maternal glory? No, it didn't take long actually. Except for the period when she turned into the Ashbringer, she has always been like this, but she has experienced too many things during the period. It seems that all the crises and urgency are pressed in a short period of time, so it makes people feel like they are for many years. I thought, this hazy feeling is also outside the control of the brain hardware.

"It's okay. I can't remember it, but everything is over." I said, planning to get a cigarette from my pocket, but after groping for several times, I couldn't find the pocket, and the hand feels a bit strange. I couldn't help but look down at my clothes, but was stunned to find that my body was no longer a combination of jacket and tights, but a neat white suit.

Just by seeing it, you can imagine what you look like at this time-more like a successful person in a certain field than a fighter.

There is no smell of fighting, but full of life.

"What is this?" I couldn't help but say, and the hand coming next to me, handed a pack of Camel cigarettes. I took it subconsciously, and met Sakiya's eyes again. Suddenly, like a flash of lightning struck my mind, I was suddenly shocked, as if I knew what was wrong.

The breath of life!

I thought back, how did I get on this plane? Las Vegas, the 51st area base, nuclear bombs, black suits, government planes... a series of keywords have made me sober up completely. In this plane, it is impossible to appear on all passengers. Such a soothing breath of life!

I couldn't care about tearing open the cigarette package, and suddenly stood up and looked around. What did i see? The passengers who are full of the cabin can not find the shadow of "warriors" at all in terms of dress or behavior, nor are they the breath of government employees. They are just ordinary people one after another, creating a most life-like atmosphere. The cabin scene-we are flying in the air, but we are not fleeing at all.

The black suit is gone, the "mystery" is gone, everything is normal, and it feels abnormally normal. It shouldn’t be like this. I still remember how urgent it was for myself and others to board a specially-released plane. The only passengers were our whispers and government commissioners in black suits. That atmosphere and scene are completely different from this time.

But--

"What the **** is..." I couldn't help muttering to myself. Eyes passed from each passenger one by one, trying to find the flaws, or to prove that all this is a dream. However, everything is normal, there are no flaws, and it is extremely real. These normal and real things have completely subverted my cognition, and even made me feel that what I experienced before was really a nightmare.

My sudden movement attracted the attention of many people, but I quickly lost interest and moved away. "Agawa?" Sakuya asked from the side, I ignored it, and continued to search for other people I knew--Gregya and Cheka. Then, I saw two people in the seat behind me, but, like Sakuya, the dressing was completely different from my perception.

Gregya is wearing a short office skirt suit, dressed like a secretary, she also wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looks sharp and professional, she is looking through documents at this time, and she is on her laptop keyboard from time to time. Beating something. She looked quite focused, and even my movements took a while before she noticed it. When she raised her gaze, my gaze fell on Cheka next to her.

Cheka is also very different from what I remember. She is dressed as a man's beauty, with a white shirt under the black suit. The contrast is strong and clean. The retina screen presents related data. In her cuffs, back waist and boots, there are knives and firearms hidden, and in the inner pocket of the clothes, there are a row of small bottles like bullet chains, even her Bra. It was also indicated as a "weapon" because of the special material.

Combine these deliberately hidden elements, and you will come to the conclusion that "she is a bodyguard".

Secretary? bodyguard? Are you kidding me? I think Gregya is a newcomer who has just passed the whisperer's test, and Cheka is a newcomer from a mercenary, but the two looked at me. And the atmosphere at this time, it seems that I have been working with me for a long time.

My feeling is not wrong, but my cognition should not be wrong, but there is a contradiction. Yes, contradictory. It is the source of the anomaly.

What happened? If there is no brain hardware, I must be uneasy at this time, but even if I am forced to calm down, I can't understand these contradictory changes in the first time. I just feel that it must be related to those things that happen in the realm.

"Vice President, what's the matter? Your complexion doesn't look good." Gregya asked with concern, indeed in a tone that had been acquainted for a long time.

"No. I..." I was silent for a moment, and finally replied: "I thought of something."

"Is there anything I can help?" Gregya continued to ask.

"No, I think, that's a problem you can't solve." I said very bluntly.

"That's a shame." Gregya nodded very understandingly, as if she hadn't been surprised by this statement. "However, Gaochuan, you will have a solution. Just like the past." , She did not have any problems, and returned to office again. When Cheka on the side looked at each other with me, she spread her hands. Apologizing for helplessness, he shrugged his shoulders and said: "I think you need some airsick medicine."

"Maybe." I nodded and said mechanically calmly: "I have to think about it." Then I turned around, sat down again, tore open the cigarette package, took out the cigarette and put it in my mouth. Sakiya was on the side. He handed me a lighter and helped me light the cigarette with an expression I was used to.

"Did something strange happen again?" Sakiya asked, in the same tone that he was accustomed to.

I glanced at her, didn't get any information from her face, everything was so natural.

"Yeah, weird things, one after another, are really a headache." I said.

"In our business, haven't you gotten used to it long ago?" Sakiya said of course: "Mystery is everywhere. Agawa has always been great, and I have never seen Agawa nervous... If you say it, it’s the first time now? Has something very difficult happened? There is no danger, right?"

"It's okay, it is indeed a weird situation, but there is no danger at the moment." I summarized my experience, and finally confirmed, and then asked three questions: "Where is our destination? What is the situation now? Where is S Vegas?"

Although Sakiya gave me a puzzled look, she didn't bother me with the abnormalities that I showed, or that she seemed to be used to these sudden weirdnesses a long time ago. She methodically, whispered in my ear to explain in detail: "Las Vegas has just been attacked by a nuclear bomb launched by the American government, and the Nazi actions have been stopped. Most parts of the country are still very calm. However, this situation It won’t be too long. We went to Las Vegas this time to pay Father Sisson’s favor. However, because of the emergence of the Nazis, all plans had to be changed, but the original goal was finally achieved. Now , We have evacuated from the 51st area base and transferred to Washington’s international flight back to our headquarters."

It seems that the general situation does not deviate much from my perception~IndoMTL.com~It's just that there is a contradiction in the details of the personnel. Moreover, I seem to have lost a long time-now I am taking a flight from Washington to the Central Duchy instead of a special plane from the surrounding cities of Las Vegas to Washington.

Even so, the deviation of personnel details still made me wonder how to describe it for a while. My identity at this time is still the vice president of Whisperers, and the president is still Bajing. Sakiya is my assistant, and she still carries the bear puppet in her luggage. However, Gregya and Cheka had already joined the Whisperers, and this trip to Las Vegas was not a file-led team, but a collective action by the four members of our Whisperers.

I suddenly feel that this kind of deviation has not happened in the past, but this time, it is too strong to be ignored. This doomsday illusion is becoming weird.

Moreover, I have a strong intuition that this must be the result of the operation of the spiritual integration device. In other words, whether it is the Nazi side, the 51st district, or the Doomsday Truth, the relay in their hands The device must be somewhere, some kind of abnormality has occurred. And this anomaly has affected the structure of this doomsday illusion. More essential, it is the conscious interaction and manifestation of patients with doomsday syndrome, which are distorted under the influence of a sufficiently powerful force. (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. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)