Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1299: ring

The circular corridor we are in has a familiar sense of sight. The seamless metal walls, the smell of floating in the air, the sound of heels hitting the road, are empty, leaving only their own atmosphere. A Gao Chuan's memory flickered in his mind. For a moment, I will overlap the place where I am with the previous residence after Gaochuan returned to reality. However, this trance was quickly cleared from the brain and hardware, and I did not return to reality. This layer was not the black tower in the reality hospital, but the 51st area buried deep underground in the doomsday fantasy. base.

These constantly beating senses of sight have not appeared a lot in the past. It is a very subtle feeling. There is a kind of nostalgia, and it urges oneself to move around, wanting to pick up the hazy veil of deja vu and verify that it should be different What is the connection between things? The “past” that creates the sense of sight cannot be recalled every time, and even this “past” does not really exist, it is just a fictitious illusion. However, when I feel this way, I chase When I reminisce about the physical body that caused this feeling, I probably only longed for the process of doing so-when chasing it, associating it, and chewing it carefully, I feel my soul becomes light and light, as if walking on it. In a parallel time and space, the already established facts have become less certain, and it seems that they can change something.

I know, this feeling is just an illusion. Just like the layered scene I'm in now, it may really be similar to an existence I've seen in the past, so I have this sense of sight. For example, you can put this 51st district base. This place for us to rest and rehabilitate is regarded as a reflection of the consciousness of the "Gaochuan" ontology of the actual hospital and the black tower of the hospital.

However. Even if I think so, there is no evidence. And, I have always known that when the reality of personality consciousness is mapped into this world, it inevitably produces distortions, confuses impurities, and is full of subjective elements. Therefore. I can't completely connect the two I think of in such a simple way.

Contemplating the relationship between the phenomena seen in this world and the changes in reality, and chasing the relationship between the familiar sense of sight and past existence, is actually meaningless. Because the things that exist in this world only exist in this world, and only have meaning to this world.

Because of this world and the things that exist in this world. They are not mirror images of reality. Although they do reflect some objective changes in reality, a large part of them are condensed by subjective consciousness and influence each other. It's just a distorted mapping full of impurities. This is also the reason why Dr. Ender’s human replenishment plan is still in theory, even though various instruments are used to monitor the data changes in the world, and even create a super series of colors as the center of the world, executing the so-called "script". , They still cannot fully grasp the interactive influence between the world and reality.

I stared at another familiar scene.

Father Xi Sen pressed his palm against the wall. With the palm as the center, countless loops of blue light spread all around. I quickly filled the wall with a door-shaped rectangle...At that moment, I felt that Father Xi Sen did not exist, and that he was actually doing this, and the location was not in the 51st district. What I saw in front of my eyes seemed to be just a mirror-like illusion. When I stirred the water, I could see my broken face in the waves of water. However, there was a moment when the water wave finally subsided, and the next moment, Father Xi Sen's figure became real again.

At this moment, in this place, he is indeed opening the door, not me.

I shook my head lightly, throwing away the sudden sensation of reality and illusion.

After all the loops formed by the blue light disappeared, on the originally smooth and seamless wall, the door-sized part was sunken inward, and then slid into the side wall.

The door opened.

Father Xi Sen made a "please come in" gesture. Me, Sakuya, and File filed in, and found that the space inside was hemispherical and the total area was less than 100 square meters, even though the items were displayed. The styles are full of high-tech sense, but on the whole, it makes people feel that it is just a dormitory-type suite, not a room dedicated to receiving important people.

"It seems that our treatment is not very good." The file picked up a soldier doll placed on the top of the low glass cabinet and said to Father Xi Sen: "Soldier's dormitory?"

"Sergeant's quarters." Father Xi Sen said: "This is the residence prepared for us in the 51st District."

"Everyone lives in a room like this?" asked the file.

"Everyone." Father Xi Sen nodded and said, "Although the plan is imperative, government agencies don't want us people to get in touch with too much about the 51st District."

"You can see it." The file smiled, not caring about the situation, or rather, expecting it.

"Then, you should rest first." Father Xi Sen said goodbye to us, "After your people arrive, they will be arranged near this room. If you have leisure, you can walk straight along the corridor outside. There are gyms and recreational facilities at the end. People from other organizations often go there too."

"They also live in this corridor?" File asked as he checked the structure of the room.

"Part of it." Father Xi Sen said. The person had already got out of the door. Before the door closed automatically, he turned to us and said, "If you want to get in and out, you just need to put your palm on the wall as I did just now. "After that, the door was completely closed, and the wall once again returned to its original seamless integrated form. Sakiya walked up curiously and touched it, and turned around and said that there was really no trace of it. If you want to open the door, the pressure and delay of the palm on the wall have certain requirements, just touch it casually. It is impossible to open it. As for the unlocking principle, it is naturally not a simple fingerprint authentication or the like.

The file untied the equipment on the body and threw it on the floor beside the sofa, saying in an old-fashioned tone: "Sometimes, things that are too high-tech, if you don’t understand the principle. It’s almost impossible to distinguish it from'mystery'. It’s coming out. It’s just like the technology of the ruling bureau. In fact, long ago, I always felt that the ruling bureau was just a science and technology that modern society couldn’t resolve. But..." a look of sigh appeared on her face, paused. After a while, I said: "Later, I was convinced that it was really not technology, but a mystery. Do you know why I'm so sure?"

I didn't have any expression, just sitting on the sofa and listening quietly, Sakiya looked at the file. With a look of inquiry. The file smiled and said: "It's very simple. Technology is logical, and mystery is illogical. The things that govern the bureau seem to be logical, but in fact. It is impossible to deduce by logic... You enter the bureau of governance. The more times, you will definitely feel this. Many things in it...really illogical, incomprehensible, really...terrible."

I don't know why the file suddenly made such a sigh during this time period, even though there are perceptual research projects in psychology. Many theories have also been researched, but in real life, too complicated factors lead to perceptual bursts that always make people feel inexplicable, and theories are often too pale. A brain hardware that works logically like a computer. It is also impossible to analyze the sensibility of each time through the theory I know, just the opposite. It chose to ignore sensibility.

I just watched the file take off the uniform jacket in silence and walked to the bathroom. "I want to take a shower, any of you want to come together?" Her expression at this time was extremely hot, and it was difficult for people to tell if it was serious. I didn't react at all, but Sakuya seemed to be affected by the ambiguous eyes of the file, and she shook her head in a panic. The file licked the corners of his mouth, Shi Shiran walked into the bathroom, Sakuya's blushing cheeks returned to normal when the sound of water came.

"When can we go back?" Sakiya hugged the teddy bear puppet, and asked me that, she seemed a little homesick.

"Soon." I comforted her softly.

"Agawa..." Sakiya showed a slightly nervous expression for the first time, "I, I don't think so well."

"Not so good?" I dare not ignore any of her questions, because I really care about her too much. She is one of my most important people, even though her words at this time are a bit confusing . I looked at her earnestly and expressed the hope that she could elaborate.

"I don’t know what’s wrong, but since we entered here, I don’t feel good." Sakiya frowned slightly and hugged the teddy bear in her arms, "This feeling, like It’s the same when we saw that strange machine in the suburbs."

"Strange machine, that spinning pituitary-shaped thing?" If there is no brain hardware, I should be surprised, because it is the first time I heard Sakiya talk about it. Before, Sakiya didn't show it at all.

"Um...I don't know how to explain...but..." Sakiya seemed to be troubled by how to describe this feeling. "I'm a little uneasy." When she talked about anxiety, her whole body radiated. The smell of fear. I don't know what she perceives, this kind of fear makes people a little caught off guard. I moved to her and sat down, grabbing her palm, hoping to pass on my strength to her and relieve her growing emotions at this time, but this is not very useful. The word "uneasy" is like Turning on the switch of fear emotion is like bursting a dike. When a small opening appears in the dike, the rushing tide will tear the opening even larger.

Sakiya's body began to tremble, as if shaking a sieve, the blood faded from her face, as if she was about to rub a teddy bear into her body, and she hugged him tightly. I hurriedly hugged her. Her changes were so drastic that I didn’t know what to do, because none of the emotional regulation methods I knew could suppress this situation, and I couldn’t understand that she was still very normal before. Why did it suddenly become like this, and what was it that affected her? According to her previous statement, there must be something strange in the 51st District, another pituitary spinning machine? Is it a piece of spiritual integration in the spinning pituitary machine? Is it the influence of "Jiang"? Unable to judge, I did not detect any abnormal factors, but I know that Sakiya’s feelings must be correct, and the results derived from her feelings are also logical, because even though Father Xi Sen did not elaborate Explain the plan for the 51st District, but the targets to be dealt with include the Nazis. This is almost on the table.

If they say that their target is the pituitary spinning machine that the Nazis took away before, that's not surprising at all. If it is said that the thing that can make them confront the doomsday truth cult is the spinning pituitary machine. Or things related to it are equally worthy of assumptions.

Although. Sakiya's state allows me to make clearer judgments, but, if possible, I would rather she not suffer such pain. Under the fear of the brain hardware, my emotions were so calm, but I suddenly felt that I hated this kind of calmness. Because I can't even worry about Sakiya at this time.

I couldn't dispel Sakiya's fear, but the teddy bear puppet in Sakiya's arms began to melt, turning into a substance like asphalt, and actively climbed onto her face to condense into the mask of Rorschach. In my arms, countless silk threads proliferating from the mask completely wrapped Sakiya. Let her regain the form of the "Ember Messenger". Although it made me feel like a passive transformation, after the transformation, her body seemed to be relieved and finally relaxed. This scene made me feel that this gray airtight attire. It was like a bullet case, protecting Sakiya's weak body.

In this way, there is no reason why Sakiya turned into a transformation in the wilderness of Las Vegas, and it seems that it is possible to make a hypothesis. maybe. This is a sense of self-protection that is close to instinct. It requires items made by Super Dorothy to defend, and only Sakiya himself can feel it at the moment. There are not many exceptions that meet these two filtering conditions, and it is likely to involve the change of "Jiang". I don't really want my assumption to be correct, because that means that there is not much I can do.

Sakuya's body calmed down, and I couldn't help asking: "Is it better? Aya."

"Well, it's okay." Sakiya's strange voice after her transformation sounded from behind the mask, and she gently pushed my chest to sit up.

"Is it okay?" I stared at the mask with no expression, and confirmed it again.

"Really." Sakiya lowered her head and looked at her hands, as if expressing the emotion of "I feel weird too", but once there was no such feeling in the voice, "No feeling at all."

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" There was the sound of a file behind us, we turned our heads, and met with different eyes from her, "Why are you like this again?" She seemed to be sharp because of Sakiya's transformation. When he noticed something, he frowned slightly.

"Something strange happened." I just said that.

The file was wiping her hair with a bath towel. The large bath towel swayed with the ups and downs of the gestures, covering a small part of the skin, but from the large gaps, it can still be concluded that she was not wearing any clothes at this time. However, neither the male me nor Sakiya, who is always reserved when facing outsiders, did not react at all to such a scene. The brain hardware and mask seem to have similar characteristics.

The file was a little surprised by our performance. He stared at my face and Saya’s mask for a long while, put down the towel to wipe his head, and wrapped it around his carcass. During this period, it is natural that there will be springtime leaks, but since everyone is indifferent, it makes no sense at all.

"Strange things?" The file muttered to himself, opening the cabinet that looked like a refrigerator. It was really a refrigerator. She took out a can of beer, opened it with a "pop", and slammed her body on the opposite sofa. Then she asked further: "So, what's the strange thing?"

I described Sakiya's state again, the expression of the file is cautious, but there is no clue. "If he does not join the plan, Father Xi Sen will not reveal more clues. That guy is such a person. He seems to be a generous and good person, but it is impossible for a truly generous and good person to be like him. You have lived through the experience until now." The file pointedly said, "However, if you want to get a clue, you don't have to say it. Anyway, from now on, you decide."

After this suggestive conversation~IndoMTL.com~, our investigation of Sakiya’s anomaly stopped temporarily. Although Father Xi Sen’s attitude is very friendly, he is not the real manager of the 51st District after all, and no one knows whether the room we are in is equipped with a monitoring device. After the file entered the room, he habitually arranged jamming devices secretly. However, the technology of the 51st district was very superb. Who knows whether those general-purpose jamming devices are really effective. After a while, about twenty minutes later, the rest of the file team joined us, and for the next four hours, everyone stayed in the room to rest without any interference.

Except for me, Sakuya, and File, who are separated in the same room, the gray fox and the fast gun are separated together, on the left side of our room, and three women, the wrestler, the cleaner, and the cheka, live on the opposite side. . We joined, separated, and joined again, leaving the room several times during the period, without seeing other people coming and going in the corridor. The wide circular corridor with no end in sight on both sides gives people an abnormal sense of death. Listening to your own footsteps, when you keep walking along the corridor, you always feel that something strange will happen suddenly.

We didn’t see the bars and entertainment facilities mentioned by Father Xi Sen, because in the tentative twenty minutes, we never reached the end of the corridor. It felt like we were in endless circles. , But in fact, it is almost impossible to verify in the corridor where there is no reference, which is always monotonous. However, as long as we press the palm on the wall, we can always return to our room.