Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1023: The astonishment in the toilet

The iron spider that fell inexplicably from above collided with the iron spider we were riding in, and fell together into the thunderous clouds below. The sudden change of gravity made us a little unprepared, but what made us more puzzled was why Will an iron spider fall from above? During the prolonged period of launching the quick sweep, I have carefully observed this iron spider. In terms of style, it is indeed the model allocated to us, but it is full of scars left after the war, and some of its pointed feet have been broken. , The abdomen is even more sunken, it seems to have suffered excessive shock. The reason why it fell out of the building didn't seem to be premeditated, but it was under a strong attack and couldn't fix its body at all. However, the situation we encountered is still very weird. Unless we dispatched the team in advance before the mysterious expert team came in, or, yes, the member, the supplier of the iron spider carried out some actions in private, otherwise, the iron spider The spider should be a special vehicle owned by our team. Moreover, at that time, John Bull had indeed manipulated the iron spider to evade. If there is no special reason, it is impossible for this iron spider in free fall to hit us. I saw what happened to this iron spider during the observation. What does synchronous displacement mean?

I looked down at the rolling clouds below, and there was always a feeling that "no matter how John Bull manipulated the iron spider at the time, it was impossible to avoid this collision." This kind of "inevitability" should be some kind of mystery at work. However, if there is an enemy stealthily sniping us, it is impossible to find proof from this attack, as if everything is just accidental.

The truth is. There is no accident, only mystery.

None of the three of us complained about this result. It is completely normal to be attacked, to be attacked incomprehensibly. If we climb on the outside of the building without any obstacles, it would probably be considered a novelty. However, neither John Bull nor Zuo Chuan can explain the situation we encountered before.

"It's really troublesome." John Bull sighed. "Should we climb back with our feet?" She stared at the other side of the tunnel. The gap opened by the iron spider is located behind an invisible corner, and our position at this time is three stories away from the position of the large unit. Think about it rationally, the iron spider was lost before it exerted its true power, and the three of us were forced to separate from most of us. This situation is a sign of trouble in any mysterious event. If there is a substantial monster on the next journey, it shouldn’t be surprising at all. Through all sorts of seemingly accidental and weird situations, the life-saving bargaining chip of the intruder is reduced, and people are separated from the crowd in small pieces. Then swallow them one by one. This is simply a classical, easy-to-use and common method. Precisely because it is too common, there are many prevention and solutions in writing. However, it depends on the actual situation of the person involved. When you really realize that you have fallen into this classic trap, you will want to find a solution. It is often a difficult thing.

As in our current situation, it is safer to summon a large force to take it down than to move forward on its own. In my chain judgment, I did not notice any signs of aggressiveness where I was at this time. In other words, staying here is safe for the time being. However, if all this is really guided by the enemy, then our plan to handle it conservatively will not work. Zuo Chuan has used the communication device to contact the large group on the three-story building, but the result was unexpected: "The signal was cut off."

The communication device on my side also made a rustling noise, which has never been seen before. Under normal circumstances, the distance between three floors and the material of the floor does not have such a strong signal isolation ability. . John Bull used his points to purchase equipment that temporarily strengthened the communication module, but at this time, it was completely useless. After listening to the rustle's voice for a long time, it seemed to be distorted into a weird scream, which made people feel irritable. These strange details in detail can be calmly dealt with as long as they are careful and have enough association power, but no matter how calmly and calmly, we cannot change our bad situation at this time-we are indeed removed from a relatively safe force. Split out.

Probably as long as you leave here, whether you are climbing upwards, meeting the large forces, or leaving downwards, trying to return to the safe normal urban ruins, you will no longer be as comfortable as when you entered before.

"If we can't get in touch with us, they should send someone to meet them. At least, Jiang Chuan and Zuojiang will come down." Zuo Chuan said.

"The problem is that they may receive camouflage signals. Don't forget the situation we encountered in the suburbs." John Bull thought more. "The enemy has the ability to interfere with data and information, although they didn't have the ability to interfere after entering the city. That kind of situation has happened again, but if it happens now, it’s not impossible. If we can receive the complete signal from the beginning, now, the communication has been cut off. Unclear, and how much credibility does that unclear signal have? Of course, I also think that if something wrong is found above, someone will be sent down to respond, but is it too conservative to put hope on it? It's not that we lose the combat ability without the iron spider. Being separated from the large forces also means that our actions can be more flexible. We no longer need to worry about the ability that we were unable to perform in order to ensure synchronized actions with the large forces. I think It’s better to move forward. Of course, we will encounter many dangers, but instead of staying in place and standing still, it will humiliate our status as a pioneer."

John Bull's gaze swept across the faces of me and Zuo Chuan, and finally fell on me. She did not force the order, but what she said was not unreasonable. The enemy has been hiding in the dark, and the pressure on people will be great. On the contrary, the occurrence of this weird attack and being divided into large forces can be regarded as a disguised form that has freed us from some shackles.

"Proactively lure, proactively attack, isn't Pioneer doing this kind of hard work?" John Bull emphasized again, "I am willing to assume the role of pioneer because I can hold the initiative in my hands, I think. You guys. I have the same idea."

"Yes, it's better to be active than passive." I agreed, "Before the person above finds it. We can't wait with empty hands." And, from another point of view, being dismissed The three of us separated from the army are the team most likely to find out the enemy's details. If the enemy wants to do something to us, after taking the action, it is impossible not to leave a tail at all.

We had no choice. To check the surrounding situation again, John Bull opened the only door beside it that seemed to be loose.

The room behind the door can be seen from the layout and utensils. It was a female toilet, but the three of us noticed that there was no clear instruction outside the door. Moreover, judging from the shape of the door and the layout of the aisle alone, this is not the location of the toilet.

I don’t know if it’s because of the rupture of the dirty pipe. Looking around, the door panels, walls, floors, and pools were covered with yellowish-brown stains. The sight of filth and uncleanness is enough to arouse strong feelings of disgust and retreat in people's hearts, and being placed in this abnormal environment, it brings an unknown and distorted perception. As if these stains seem to be some kind of living things, they will bring something more filthy.

"That's where the door is opened--" John Bull muttered to himself in disgust and disgust. However, this place does have some anomalies, and we have to take a closer look. The chain decision on my side has already confirmed that there are no more living creatures in this room, but. John Bull believed her eyes more, she was careful not to touch those dirt stains. Pushed open all the doors that could be opened one by one. When the rusty door shaft made a hoarse noise, the light in the toilet should also flicker, and there were shadows.

Most toilet compartments are fine, but there is a bone in one compartment, half of the body is rotten, and the rest of the body can be seen from the tattered clothes. It is a female with only a head. It has been cut off and I don't know where it is left. Looking at the posture of the corpse, one can imagine that she ran in as if she was trying to avoid something. She was sitting on the toilet cringingly, and was killed without responding. So, what is her identity? The ordinary people in Las Vegas were evacuated partly through the emergency passage before the city completely fell, and the remaining part should all be dead in the subsequent battle. In the information obtained, there is no explanation that the Nazis left the airship and engaged in street fighting in the city. At that time, the 51st District and the Las Vegas garrison were deployed, but the Nazi airship used powerful range weapons together with the city. Turned into ruins. The deceased at the time was definitely not what this woman looked like.

After Las Vegas was in ruins, the repeater changes were carried out under the control of the Nazis. After that, the 51st District sent troops to test one after another, but those people were definitely not dressed as female corpses in front of them-they could never From the observation part, it can be judged to some extent that she was a white-collar beauty during her lifetime. She was probably working in this building. After strange things happened in the building, she ran here in panic and wanted to hide. But something still had his head cut off.

This situation does not quite match the changes in Las Vegas that I know. Before we entered, Las Vegas was facing a complete destruction and transformation. Compared with the situation where Mount Tai is overwhelming and irresistible, such as monsters running out to eat people, an abnormal change starting from somewhere in the city, and finally spreading to the entire city's evolution, etc., it is too cumbersome.

The appearance of this female corpse simply put a crime evidence on the scene where the crime did not occur, and it was full of incompatible ambivalence.

However, it is here, which is also an indisputable fact, and there must be something strange in it. Speaking of it, the entire toilet environment does not look like a scene after the war, and it does not meet the standard of a commercial building. The three of us looked at each other. I subconsciously raised my head, but saw that on the ceiling facing the toilet, there was a familiar pattern-it was a wolf with its teeth and claws. Bite, compared with the proportions of the body, seems a bit abstract, but the lifelike evil is like paint, making it more cruel than the realistic picture, with some detailed patterns, and it also makes people feel that it has a certain kind of religion. The taste of sex.

Although it is different from what I remember, when I first encountered anomalous, the vicious dog pattern seen in the old toilet on that campus, the feeling I had was similar to this time. At that time, it was also a dirty toilet, and there were victims that I had never seen but existed. Today I still remember the warning written next to the dog: "Don’t put your hand in the dog’s mouth."

"What did you say?" John Bull, who stood by and observed the exaggerated and abstract wolf head pattern, asked in surprise.

"Get out of here!" I don't know why there is such a sense of sight. However, this similarity makes me feel that I should not stay. I rushed up. Grabbing John Bull and Zuo Chuan, they quickly drove toward the toilet door. However, the original extremely fast speed became not so fast because of the abnormal sense of distance. In my experience, the entire toilet space seemed to be interfered by some kind of force at the moment I entered the quick-sweeping state. The cuboid of the toilet, like a sponge, is ravaged, twisted, and elongated. The distance between our place and the doorway is stretched farther than the speed of sweeping. This is a trap! I have to think so. Then, in the next moment, we were also distorted. Although I didn't feel pain, I could see that the bodies of the three of my own were like twists—not being twisted off from the material level. It's the chaos on the spatial level, the body that is clearly distorted into a human shape, but still feels intact. I think I'm still in Mercedes-Benz, but the effect of Mercedes-Benz is gone. On the contrary, the distance from the destination is lengthened. It makes me feel that I am going backwards instead.

It's like running on a fast reverse conveyor belt. No matter how fast you run, as long as the speed cannot offset the opposite speed, its positioning will continue to retreat. It’s really a rare situation, I thought, because the speed of superpower is a "relatively fast" concept. It is impossible to surpass the resulting speed from the speed concept alone. Therefore, I am facing Of course, it’s impossible to compete with anomalies for speed—no matter what anomaly it is, it uses another concept to make the relatively fast concept of quick sweeps less effective.

I think this is a spatial adjustment, but considering that this is probably the ideological world, or the intermediate world where the ideology and the material state are confused, then this abnormal effect is also possible It is based on consciousness. When I was speculating about the anomaly I was facing, the distortion of the sense of space suddenly stopped, as if it was torn apart and squeezed by excessive force, and then expanded into another space. The scene that gradually became clear around me made me stop. Then, I suddenly found that the John Bull and Zuo Chuan who were originally carried by me had disappeared, and I was not standing in a strange space.

Actually, I am very familiar with the scene in front of me, and I am full of immediate sense of my behavior at this time-I am squatting in a toilet full of stains and moss, and my nose is full of ammonia. The smell of, only the smell of smoke rising from the fingertips, c dilutes the discomfort. My gaze fell on myself. At this time, I was wearing a high school uniform, the cigarette box in my pocket had collapsed, and the cigarette between my fingers was slowly burning to the middle.

What am I doing? Very familiar feeling, but completely contradictory to the memory I had at the last moment. This is the old toilet of the school. I am smoking. This is a violation of school rules. In order to ensure that my impression of top students is not shattered in the eyes of the teacher, I can only choose to come here to draw one. The same is true for many students who like to smoke. The advantage of staying here is that no one will deliberately open the toilet to explore the true colors of the same kind. There is such a voice, asking and answering in my mind.

Am I a top student? There is no doubt about this. The question is, why am I still in school now? I think this is really an annoying illusion. In the last moment, I still experienced a lot of adventures and shouldered the heavy responsibility of saving. Although it is not a hero, it is also an extremely abnormal guy. What is the current situation? Am I back to the era of top students? It's ridiculous. Although there are so many mementos in that world, it has indeed been destroyed.

Destroyed...

I came into contact with the mystery here, and then I was killed by a higher mystery...

Then returned to the seemingly "reality" but even more helpless world...

Die in "reality" and "resurrect" in another doomsday illusion...

There is a search for the key to ending everything, trying to seize what is called a spiritual unity device...

In this extraordinary adventure, I found someone I love, or inhuman, and I also met someone in love with me, as well as inhuman.

I met my companions, recognized ideas, became enlightened, battled mysteries, and even became abnormal. However, even with all kinds of unsatisfactory, it seems that there is always a terrible shadow hovering above the head, as if it will always be at the last juncture to extinguish the hope that was hard to find. I swayed in the wind and rain, was beaten by the torrential rain, my body was exhausted, I was suffering from a terrible disease, and I had to face a reality that was darker than I imagined. Even with all these unsatisfactory things, I still have my own path, I am no longer confused, have people and things I must be responsible for, and have received trust and support.

What I got filled the vacancy in my heart, no matter how bad that life was, it made me feel meaningful.

Yes, that is meaningful, very important, and indispensable adventure. As some people often say, I have dreamed of having such an adventure once in my life.

But now, what is going on? I stood up and spit out the smoke from my lungs. Las Vegas, repeaters, abnormal toilets, female corpses, wolf head patterns, I don’t know whether it’s a change in the nature of space or the nature of ideology... a series of words and concepts that are completely different from the self-identity recognition in the mind, It erupts like a volcano. I think there are a lot of clues, but, a deeply familiar, "extremely realistic" feeling, made me unable to see the scenery and realize myself as one in the first time. Kind of illusion.

What is "reality"? The definition of this vocabulary is extremely strict, but for me, it is a feeling. It is difficult for many people to distinguish between illusion and reality, but for me, after experiencing too many illusions and confusion, the "realistic sense" is extremely sensitive, yes, just like the feeling I have now-this school The old toilets and the top students who hide and smoke have the strongest sense of reality so far. Compared with the grand and stunning adventures in my mind, they are even more "realistic" here.

So, what about my adventure? Where's my fight? What about the people I have encountered? What about the people and inhumans I have loved and loved me? Sakuya, Eight Views, Marceau, Dorothy, Seishi... and "Jiang" and "Quark", where are they? Where are John Niu and Zuo Chuan who were still around the last moment? I subconsciously called "Jiang" without responding. My feeling is very bad, but I still remember how to respond at this time. The response to those critical moments is imprinted in every cell like instinct. Now, perhaps only this fighting instinct can prove my adventure. It really existed.

I was thinking about ~IndoMTL.com~ and observing, regardless of filthy groping, trying to find things that can prove that this is an illusion of "extremely strong sense of reality", a trap of a repeater, and so on. However, the feeling of tired and nauseous feeling was so realistic that I even pinched my arm, using pain to test whether I was in a state of separation of consciousness and body. As a result, I did not find any evidence of "this is not reality", but the paradox is that I also don't believe that my last moment of adventure is a fantasy.

So, did I go back in time? Time machine? World line jump? I looked up at the ceiling. If I went back in time, there should be an incomparably familiar pattern that was the beginning of an adventure. It was the source of the toilet talk, a vicious dog with a cross in its six eyes.

"No..." I can't describe the feeling at this time, but there is really nothing but mottled moss.

I calmed my mind, threw the cigarette **** into the toilet flush, opened the compartment door and walked out. The impression is enriched a little bit, it seems that after a long time, the memory that has been concealed by the grand adventure, it seems to be turned out of the waste paper basket, and painted with bright colors. Last moment, did I trigger the repeater’s toilet trap, or just closed the cubicle door and lit a cigarette? The sudden memory conflict made me feel dreamlike and unspeakable astonishment. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)