Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 919: 7

I realized that l had hidden his abilities. When communicating with me, he made it clear that he relied on the real name of the target written in "**", and directly killed the opponent through mysterious channels, but Judging from his performance at this time, when discussing the plan with others, he probably did not explain this ability feature. This also means that he did not place himself as the main force in this beheading operation. In terms of position, he is merely acting as a participant representing the black nest party-at least, he deliberately created such an image in the eyes of other conscious walkers. The degree of freedom in the details of the plan now seems to be not a last resort. For others, this degree of freedom is necessary, and for l, there is nothing wrong with it.

Me too, the current degree of freedom is also very important.

The existence of "Jiang" makes me a conscious walker. Based on its existence, considering that I have been pulled into consciousness, there are naturally some unusual things. I don't think that the conscious walkers here can break through the blockade of "Jiang". In this way, there is only one truth, and the current changes are also allowed by "Jiang".

It is not yet known what kind of impact this indulgence will have, and what kind of turn it will produce in the future. However, I must leave room for buffering for such possible impacts and changes. Even if the power of "Jiang" is released, the consciousness walkers here, including Father Edward and my temporary companions, are unlikely to survive. However, I have no reason or idea to kill others here. I The goal is only Father Edward. Regardless of the future, at least for now, I am willing to fight with these consciousness walkers to annihilate the doomsday truth sect here.

These people, including Black Nest. Whether the relationship with cyberball is good or bad, how it will change, whether it conflicts with my position, that is all things in the future, and at this moment, regardless of the original intention. What we have done can indeed alleviate the pressure on this city and save more people.

I have never thought of using "unnecessary", "hypothesis" and "possibility" reasons to kill anyone other than myself. So what's the point of doing it? Is it just to prove that "I am lonely, I don't need friends, and there will be no people who really understand myself"? Such a proof is meaningless.

Regardless of the ending of the hero, but in the process. Heroes are never alone. Heroes can always find their companions, even if it is temporary, even if they will part ways in the future, or even face each other with swords. However, in the hero's life trajectory, there has never been only one person fighting alone.

I yearn for a hero, I want to be a hero, and I am willing to practice what I know as a hero. so. I never shy away from the contradictions I need to face, and I will be distressed because of the contradictions. Thinking hard, but never because of the existence of these contradictions, to cut off the contradictory side, so that this contradiction does not hold. I have never pursued the most efficiency, nor have I been able to deliberately ignore the path to the goal for a certain goal. All kinds of scenery that appeared.

I'm running, I'm worrying, I'm conflicting, I'll be painful and sad. There will be stubbornness, there will be times when I don't understand and thinking goes to extremes, but when I look back at me like that, I feel that my existence is so real. I don't hate myself like this, but, I won't, can't go to the past, to change the things that make me regret. When all the pain is no longer pain, when all the regrets have become a kind of scenery, I feel that I will definitely usher in a new life.

On the way forward, my thinking is still diverging, but the enthusiasm for fighting in my heart has never been extinguished. I can't stop myself from thinking, even, I imagined that the next story will have a moving and natural process, and finally a perfect solution will be obtained. I hope so, and I am willing to do my best to chase such a beautiful dream.

I feel that I am running both in the "reality" and in a "dream", and my body is getting lighter and lighter, as if riding on the invisible wind without starting to swift. , Passing the companion after another.

There is a sense of grip in my hand. I don’t know when, I’m already carrying a huge suitcase, and my crimson trench coat is trembling in the wind, but when other people cast strange gazes, I I felt the hard object covering my face. I took it off. It turned out to be the harlequin mask that I had always worn in the past. The feeling of tightness on the feet, knees, waist, wrists, chest, shoulders, and the close feeling of those hard objects made me so familiar. In that moment, I seemed to be back again. Those nights when I became a messenger of Mageweave, and desperately wanted to show my strength.

"The murderer Gao Chuan?" I ignored other people's sights, just muttered to myself, and then smiled lightly at the Gao Chuan who once existed, and seemed to have always existed in my heart, and threw it away. Lost the harlequin mask.

Now I don’t need it anymore, and I won’t be it again.

I no longer need to conceal my inner wandering, and I don’t need to reject the contradictions in my heart. The reason why I kill, fight, do things that I don’t need to do, but still do, is far away from the unobstructed road. And to choose the rugged path, what to abandon, and what to save, is no longer because of enlightenment, but because of my inner heart, I can face all this directly and carry it all.

Under everyone’s gaze, the harlequin mask was blown into powder and dispersed into the gray mist. The weird surging in the depths of the mist, but like a violent but not lasting vortex, it returned to that in a moment This kind of repressive, malicious, the atmosphere of being spied by them.

"What's the matter?" a companion asked.

"I took what I needed and threw away what I didn't need anymore," I said.

In the world of consciousness, the change of thinking and the burden of thinking will always bring some changes to one's own image. In this world, everything is "symbolic" and everything is "meaningful" . In fact, I don't need to explain too much. I believe that these conscious walkers can definitely understand. "Harlequin mask" and "remove and throw away the harlequin mask", exactly what psychological changes can be implied. When they came in, they were in their best fighting condition, and until this moment, I didn't put on the combat attire that impressed me the most and I was most used to. Therefore, this must be good news for them.

"Well done, you have to wear a mask even in your consciousness, and it's a mask like a clown. It's too sad." said the angry but ordinary female consciousness walker in a voice of approval. However, his gaze pointedly glanced at another female-conscious walking person wearing a gas mask. The other party just gave it a cold look and ignored it.

"It seems that Mr. Gao Chuan is in good condition. This is good news." As the priest said, the conversation turned, and then he asked: "Excuse me, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Gao Chuan who is whispering?"

This question caused Ben's eyes, which had already turned away from me, to gather again. Even L, who has been immersed in calculating and deciphering the "obstacles" set by Father Edward in this ideological world, couldn't help but turn his eyes.

"This is..." I paused and smiled at them. Say: "Secret."

The eyes gathered on me paused, and then they dispersed from side to side. I heard many people murmur deliberately. Of course, that's what they can do now. The team that was tight and jerky like rusty gears was interrupted because of this. It feels much easier to lubricate. The members of this team, including me and l, belonged to different organizations and held different positions. The contradiction between each other once rose to hostility. Although oppressed by external forces, it temporarily formed an action team, but everyone knows that there is not much trust and tacit understanding between each other. It is like mixing different paints together to draw beautiful patterns. No one is optimistic about things.

The enemy that needs to be faced is powerful. Everyone knows that one must run in. However, this is not so easy. They have tried it too, but the effect has not been very good, the atmosphere is very harsh, and even with many meanings they want to express, they can't match the taste. However, I clearly felt that my previous words gave this team a tacit topic.

"Five minutes." A consciousness walker said.

"It's very smooth. If we continue like this, we can arrive five minutes earlier." L said, his voice has been very calm and blunt, but also a little softer. He had entered this ideological world and knew Father Edward's methods. The route he chose at this time was all set by him.

Fr Edward will not let the enemy reach him easily. According to l's statement, his method is to "continuously extend the distance" so that the enemy's time and energy are consumed by the nightmare in the gray mist. The priest's cross blocked the temptation of the nightmare, but it only lasted twenty minutes, and the outside time, although relatively slow compared to this place, was constantly passing by. In this case, the more the action time is shortened, the more beneficial it will be for us.

l The good news cheered everyone up.

"I believe that everyone here will not say their real name, or even the usual code name?" a consciousness walker said, "but we do need a title to restrain this time Although I like free combat very much, if it is too loose, it is not conducive to the next action." With that said, his eyes fell on me and L. Our name is well known. His gaze stayed on the other consciousness walkers again, and he should know a few of them, but, perhaps, as he said, not everyone is familiar with the other people here.

Names, in the world of conscious walkers, in the grotesqueness of consciousness, have always been things with mysterious meanings. Enlarged to other mystics, "names" are not just a code name. Although l said that his abilities involve "real names" rather than ordinary names and random codes, this does not mean that the "pseudo names" and "temporary codes" that I casually put on myself are true. Of no use at all.

Regardless of the origin of the "name", it itself refers to its own "existence". In the mystery, it has always been defaulted to have a cryptic mystery. The only difference is the magnitude of this mysterious effect.

In the state of consciousness, telling your own code name—no matter whether it comes from your heart or not, as long as you say it personally, it’s meaningful—telling it to others, you can establish a constraint on the level of consciousness. . The power of this restraint is not fixed, however. It does exist.

Every conscious walker understands the importance of completing this constraint, but this requirement cannot be put forward in the team state earlier.

Now, a conscious walker finally broke the silence, and the others did not object.

"Just call me Gaochuan." I was the first to say. "I only use this name."

"Same, I am l." l replied immediately.

"Gas mask." said the female conscious walker wearing a gas mask. However, her casual tone makes it impossible to tell whether this is a code name casually chosen, or her real code name.

"Pepper." said a female-conscious walker with a fiery figure and a normal appearance.

"Shepherd." The priest said. "Shepherd" has a specific and profound metaphor in religious mysticism for a conscious walker dressed as a priest. With such a code name, the attitude naturally cannot be random, and it is also in line with his identity. However, when I hear the "Shepherd", I always think of the silent German "Shepherd Dog" who used to fight against the Mal Jones family. Of course, there is a big difference between the two in terms of appearance, character, ability and identity, only the name "shepherd dog". It also has a special meaning to me, it is like a nameplate of part of my past.

"Head horse." Another male consciousness walker hesitated. Speaking of, he is dressed as a western cowboy.

"Cocktails." The last one gave the impression of being very reserved, and the dress was very meticulous and tidy. The male conscious walker like a traditional gentleman followed quickly, and then said: "Seven people, what a man A meaningful number. Do you know? Such a scene reminds me of the special film "Seven Samurai" shot in the 11th district of the Central Duchy. The number seven is in the Asian cultural circle, especially in the cultural and historical radiation area of ​​the Central Duchy , Has always had an important and unique meaning. It represents elegance, poignancy, love and death, full of hazy fantasy. It is also full of hazy fear. This is a freehand, contradictory but harmonious beauty. It's like the same ink and wash landscape painting."

He said that, and then saw a blank or boring look. He was a little angry and said, "A bunch of vulgar people." Then he turned to me and said, "Mr. Gao Chuan also seems to be Asian, he is from the center. Principality? You must understand it? Seven aesthetics."

"Sorry, I haven't watched "Seven Samurai."" I replied apologetically: "I don't like the number seven either. In comparison, I prefer the number four. I like landscape painting, but I can't The number seven is associated with ink and wash landscape painting. Of course, I have respect for your research. What you said is something I never tried to test."

"Cocktail" seemed to have been severely hit, his face was a little pale, he thought about it, and finally he grumbled and fell silent again.

The atmosphere was a bit embarrassing for a while, but maybe it was just for me, other people didn't care much, just as a "cocktail" neurotic nagging. After exchanging the code names, this team did have some tacit understanding, like invisible threads, connecting us to each other, even if it is only the connection that may be broken at any time, but the existence and nonexistence are different. totally different.

After that, the journey went smoothly. Although the direction was very clear, we still circled some circles under the leadership of l. Although several times felt that we were far away from the position where the strong sense of existence was, compared with the original position , It is indeed very close.

"Five minutes." The leader who reminded the time before reported the count again.

The next moment, l suddenly speeded up, and he whispered: "Here!" Then, his body shape seemed to melt into the gray fog in front of him, disappearing without a trace in just three seconds. Simply considering his speed multiplied by the distance that time may traverse, it is impossible for him to reach outside the visible range. However, everyone quickly came to understand, because the other people who followed were also melted into the gray mist one after another.

When it was my turn~IndoMTL.com~ I just felt like it had broken through a thin membrane. The next moment, time and ground disappeared. When the feeling of being down-to-earth came out again, it was a little vain. The scenery in front of him has changed drastically, and other companions are constantly staggering around him. After standing on their heels, everyone is quickly looking at the situation here.

The scenery here is like a lofty mountain, close to the top of the mountain, the cliff is behind, and the endless gray mist below, like clouds and smoke, the top of the cliff where we are, it is as flat as it has been deliberately Cut and sculpted, scarlet and white pebbles are arranged in weird patterns. At first glance, they are a little unsettling and unhappy, giving people a subjective impression of "ominous things" from the beginning. And further forward, there are steps opened along the mountain, a straight line leading to the top of the mountain, the number of steps is about 100 steps, but the height of each step is half an adult, it seems It's not for humans to set foot on.

"Where is the devil?" Pepper asked suspiciously.

"Right here, be careful. Let's go up!" L said, stepping up the stairs first, and when we were about to follow, the body suddenly became extremely heavy.

That is the huge attraction from the platform, just like a magnet. (To be continued...)