Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 875: Physiological breakdown

Omi doesn't think these people can have any positive effect on the Dorothy project. As the direct person in charge of the project, no one knows the reasons for the project jam better than her. What she has mastered, and those special talents, cannot help Dorothy at this time. For her, this artificial girl sealed in a container is already a technically finished product. The reason why she agreed to the request of the cyberball is just because of an attitude of being responsible for the project. She also understands that the real purpose of the cyberball is not to complete the plan, but to be driven by this plan. For other businesses, the original intention of Dorothy’s plan has now been completely changed. She doesn't have much thoughts about this. After all, she herself is more focused, or that she decides for herself, the highest career she wants to pursue in this life-the time machine.

The cyberball recognizes her career and provides her with the necessary funds, venues, tools, etc., and she doesn’t mind doing some private work for the cyberball when she relaxes her mind—whether it’s for the ultimate weapon" Whether it’s the “Toroth Project” or the “Tianmen Project” that concerns repeaters, it’s this kind of private work in leisure time. However, even if she is not interested in these plans, since she has taken over the task, it is her work creed to follow professional ethics and be responsible to the end.

This time I was invited to meet with these new members of the mysterious organization who joined the Dorothy Project. One reason is this work creed, and the other reason is that she really has free time. The research of time machine, in the research of the core of the repeater, has already had some eyebrows. Therefore, despite her cold appearance, her true mood is indeed quite good.

She used a sharp, scalpel-like gaze to examine the members of the mysterious organization standing in front of her. However, there was nothing special in the feeling—no, or rather, it was this very plain feeling that made her somewhat sensitive to the young man from the whisperer. She couldn't tell what it felt like. However, in the peace of my heart, it seemed that something was pulsing. This pulsation picked this young man named "Gaochuan" from these outsiders.

She even felt that this young man named "Gao Chuan" looked at her, hiding something she was familiar with. She felt subconsciously. This Mr. Gao Chuan might know herself, but the memory has eliminated such an illusion. All the information in her mind is telling her that this is the first time she has seen this person.

However, that look--

Is it just because the other party has seen him somewhere? However, Omi felt that such a chance was very low. In the information she got, the mysterious organization where the youth belonged. Most of the time, they are active in Asia, although in recent years they often travel to Europe and the United States. However, at this time, she had already joined the cyberball and no longer participated in normal social activities, and the cyberball blocked her intelligence quite thoroughly, so. The chance of being seen by the other party in normal social interactions is almost zero.

If this is the case, then, how do you explain the mood at this time? Omi felt that his heart rate was a little abnormal compared to usual.

The atmosphere in the workshop. Because Omi's scrutiny and contemplation became a little silent. Her indifferent attitude has been fully conveyed, and even Jacques, who has a good communicative skill, finds it difficult to open up the topic in this atmosphere. Torchlight is not unprepared for Dorothy’s plan, but, under the current circumstances, it is indeed unable to bring any help. The purpose of coming here is only to get acquainted with all the stakeholders and to accept the part. The information is just for preparation.

"Then, Ms. Omi, send the compiled information to everyone." Zhao Huo broke the silence first.

Omi nodded irresponsibly, and took out two nail-sized storage disks from his arms. One was thrown to Jacques and the other was thrown to the prosthetic body Takakawa, saying: "Inside are the research reports and some of the techniques so far. Theories and guesses about related difficulties are also included. If you are sure to take over, you can help me find the mistakes and omissions. Of course—" Omi pushed his glasses and said, "I don’t think I have any Omission."

Jacques observed the storage disk in his hand, but Yitai Gaochuan did not show any interest in the storage disk. He stepped forward and came out more and more. He said to Omi: "Ms. Omi, our whisperer has some private I want to entrust you to the project of Netball, but this is not a cooperation plan with Netball..." At this point, he nodded to Zhaohuo, and he did not say anything about Zhaohuo. He did say it before. Under the conditions of some projects, as long as the whisperer can talk about Omi, Netball doesn’t mind the most talented organization in this organization, or the strongest researcher at the moment, in order to narrow the relationship between the two mysterious organizations. Make a contribution.

"In other words, are you asking for my consent?" Omi understood the meaning of Takakawa, and with a playful expression, he swept over Takakawa and the fire. It was the first time Jacques heard of it, and he raised his head in surprise.

"Yes, we will not force anything, so this is a real request." Yitai Gaochuan Chen said: "Our difficulties may only be solved by you."

"Yes." Omi graciously agreed. Such a friendly attitude obviously exceeded the expectations of the light of the torch and the escape, and the two sides couldn't help but glance at each other.

Yi Ti Gao Chuan was not too surprised, and directly asked: "So, can we talk in private? The specific situation of this project, and then you decide which ones to provide to the network ball."

Omi turned around after hearing this, and said without looking back: "Come on, I am very interested in you and your project."

Jacques and Zhao Huo couldn't help looking at each other. Both felt that this woman was simply unkind. However, there seems to be a different meaning in her words.

"What's the situation? Is Ms. Omi such a talkative person?" Jacques asked in a low voice toward the fire.

"She's always very good at talking about things she's interested in." Zhao Huo shrugged his shoulders.

As I watched Yitai Takakawa lead Sakiya and Gregya to follow in Omi's footsteps, those who stayed felt that there was no need to stay anymore. The Dorothy Project cannot be restarted in a short while. If you really intend to participate in it, in-depth research on the data in the memory card is an indispensable prerequisite. And these technical things, naturally there are more suitable researchers to follow up. Torchlight’s organizational structure is much larger and more complete than Whisperers. Under normal circumstances, the people they send to the workshop again must be another group of professionals.

This time. The fired cell phone rang. Huo Huo's face was startled, but soon he expected what it was like, and it didn't look very good. He took out his phone and glanced at the notification line on the screen, so that the overcast expression became more obvious.

"What happened?" He asked straightforwardly as soon as he was connected.

Jacques didn't hear any more conversations, it's just that the expression on the fire was too obvious, and it seemed that he couldn't hide it as usual. It was in the ears of this man. It must not be good news.

"I understand, go over now." The fire escaped and turned off the phone, taking a deep breath. I thought that the situation was getting better, but there was another bad omen coming. Although he was prepared for something that would never be easy, but the least chance of sudden situations still caught him a bit off guard. He could hardly believe that the information opposite was true. Just as, he never underestimated the power of a wheelchair person.

Did you die like this? That guy—the thought was rolling in his mind. No longer able to control his own strength, he crushed the phone to pieces.

"Is it a monster? A monster?" He muttered to himself in a low voice, laughing coldly. Finally, she glanced at Dorothy in the container, her expression turned indifferent, but there was something more cold. He said to the people of Torchlight: "I'm sorry, there is some business to deal with. Let's go back?" Although it was the words of inquiry, he said it as an unchangeable decision.

"Mr. Gao Chuan..." Jacques looked in the direction where the whisperer and others had left, although he didn't know exactly what happened. It must be an incredible situation to be able to make such a big change in the attitude of fire escape. His mood is definitely not as calm and plain as he appears on the surface, but he can't tell what his mood is like, excited? gloat? No, he fully understands that even the thorny and angry problem of the Internet ball is definitely not something that the light of torch can easily touch. Here, in London, the netball is the master.

"When they plan to leave, someone will take them away." Shi Huo turned around unceremoniously and left, saying: "The latest news is that the United Nations has decided to launch a nuclear strike on the moon."

The people of Torchlight couldn't help but show surprised expressions. They also didn't know about this situation. Although there are tentacles of their own organizations in the American government, this plan is obviously kept secret. Just like other members of the mysterious organization, Jacques and others almost thought that the escape was a joke. However, the understanding of misuse has denied that this is a joke. However, if the news is true, Jacques and others really can't say anything.

Silly? Still eager for quick success? Or are you worried about the adverse effects that may be caused in the future? neither. In addition to shock, what this news gave them was an unstoppable, menacing sense of fate.

"Are they crazy?" A member of the Torchlight finally suffocated such words, but did not get a response from others.

Because this is simply a question that does not need to be answered.

No one would think that this plan was made under normal circumstances.

However, Jacques feels that the news that caused the fire to lose status is probably not this information. For cyberball, a mere nuclear bombing of the moon is not a completely bad thing. From this intelligence, Jacques can sniff out the benefits that the cyberball might get, and this benefit coincides with the plan that the cyberball is implementing. And he is also very sure that the things he can think of, the fire can certainly be thought of, so the other party will not suddenly become strangers because of such news.

Although, if the Internet ball is unlucky, it will not produce empathy for Torchlight, but in the current situation, it is not a situation worthy of gloating. After all, at this moment, the relationship between the two top mysterious organizations is no longer a life-and-death hostility. Once the network ball encounters serious trouble, it is difficult for Torchlight to escape the ensuing influence.

"This world has become more and more chaotic." Jacques sighed in his heart.

The left eye of the prosthetic body Gao Chuan suddenly pained like a fire. This pain is not physiological, otherwise the prosthetic body and the brain hardware can be dealt with in the first time. This kind of pain. It's like being born from the soul, conveying in the consciousness, and in a short moment, it swept the entire prosthetic body. This sudden and unstoppable malignant change made the prosthetic body Gao Chuan unconscious. Almost fell to the ground.

He held down his left eye and couldn't make any sound. The entire prosthetic structure seemed to be ignited by this hot, deep pain in the spinal cord, making him seem to see the burning and evaporation of himself. The data in the retina screen was occupied by a large wave of garbled codes, and the screen swiped invaded all the field of vision. Under the cover of this garbled code, his gaze could only see the vague outlines of a few people, and that outline seemed to be melted into a large pool of red solution.

He felt fear. It was a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart, which could not be restrained or resisted. It seemed that it was part of the essence of his existence that suddenly burst out. Because the fear is too strong. On the contrary, people don't know what they are fearing for.

This fear seems to be transformed into substance, roaring out of his body.

"Jiang--!" Yiti Gaochuan instinctively shouted the name. Such pain and fear seemed to converge into an extremely magnificent and extremely chaotic voice. It was conveyed in his heart: Those who remain, praise my noble name.

His head is extremely chaotic, as if there are countless voices speaking, the chaotic language that he can't understand, but he can feel the message they want to convey. Something. Is changing my body, not here, but--

Gao Chuan suddenly raised his head, but was shocked by the others who were trying to support him. "Agawa!" Sakuya screamed in surprise, she saw his left eye, it was incomparable blood red, the muddy and rich color, as if some kind of life was creeping. The fear felt by the prosthetic body Gao Chuan, when he touched his eyes, immediately permeated other people's hearts like a virus infection-Gregya sat on the ground, her crotch was wet in a blink of an eye; Sakuya's puppet The bear instantly transformed into a mask and pressed it on her face forcibly, completing the transformation of the Ashbringer in the next blink of an eye; but Omi, the surprised expression had not faded, he immediately bent down and retched.

This kind of fear is not only eroding people's hearts, but also turning into a wave of distorted visual information, spreading to the entire workshop. For a time, a large number of instruments seem to melt and soften into another shape. A dizzying smell of blood permeates the entire space.

The gaze of Yi-body Gao Chuan seems to have penetrated the doomsday illusion, turning into an electric current, wandering through unknown channels, and rushing into the deep darkness of the deep space of the universe. He felt as if he had become a comet, soaring while burning his body in the friction. He felt that he was about to melt, and together with his body, brain and consciousness, he snapped and collapsed into a pool of liquid.

So, he saw this scene: the body suspended in the container, just raised his hand, it slapped and became a part of the body solution, and then his other hands, feet and body. He didn't even have time to say a word. There was a familiar female silhouette outside the container, and he couldn't see clearly through the container. However, when the name "Doctor Ruan Li" appeared in his mind, even his head snapped. The vision was completely plunged into darkness.

He started, sinking in the darkness.

He heard it again, the inexplicable song from the bottom of his heart, as if he thought of it, and as if it was conveyed from the other side far away:

In his mind, some sentences similar to the inscription on the inscription gradually emerged. Those sentences were so sad but full of hope in the sadness:

"Target people in the ideal township, go down the river to find the key.

Go down the river to the end and eventually reach the "li".

Look here for the shore of the two people's opening.

Here sleeps the key to the ideal hometown.

People holding keys should follow the following instructions to set off to the ideal township.

On the first night, present the living sacrifice selected by the key.

On the second night, the remaining people, tear the two close to each other apart.

On the third night, those who remain, praise my noble name.

On the fourth night, gouge his head and kill him.

On the fifth night, gouge his chest and kill him.

On the sixth night, gouge the abdomen and kill it.

On the seventh night, gouge the knee and kill him.

On the eighth night, gouging the foot~IndoMTL.com~ On the ninth night, the witch recovers and no one survives.

On the tenth night, the journey ends, and finally to the ideal place.

Sing praises to me, I will give four treasures.

One piece to revive the souls of all the dead.

A piece of love that has revived a once-dead love.

One piece that puts the witch to sleep forever.

I wish you a peaceful and deep sleep. "

He couldn't help but think, "This is the third night?". More questions, such as what I have just seen, what I have felt, and the reasons for all of this, can no longer be squeezed into my mind. He knows the answer, he doesn't need to think about it, he already subconsciously understands his current situation. It was the worst result, like a joke of doom.

On this day, "Gao Chuan"'s condition deteriorated rapidly in reality, and all the means of modulation could not be stopped. He, like other patients with advanced doomsday syndrome, became a pool of l. (To be continued...)