Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1240: The Tomb of Gaochuan

I was standing in front of the chapel. The broad sky was gloomy, and the lead-colored clouds shone with thunder from time to time. After a breath, muffled thunder rolled in. The rain hasn't rained heavily, but occasionally it drifts to the face, moist and cold, and does not give people a sense of purity. On the contrary, it makes people feel that this is not clean rain. It seemed that it had rained before, the ground was slippery, the soil was mixed with water, and it was mixed, black and red, reflecting a layer of oily light, the surface of the stone was also very rough, and the water from the pits was dim. My face was reflected dimly.

Every deep breath, there will be a smell of decay accompanied by the air-it is difficult to tell where the decay is, it seems to be everywhere.

In this nightmare, all the buildings are wood and stone structures, showing huge blocks and rough textures. The window glass is all painted and has a certain metaphorical pattern. Among them, the eye-like pattern is the most Common. Through the windows and the cracks in the door, you can see the light, there seems to be someone, but I did not knock on the door easily.

The environment here is weird, and there is a smell of "mystery" everywhere. The light, color, texture, climate and shape are full of gloom and uncertainty.

I couldn’t help but relax. I felt that if my movements were too loud, I would start some weirdness and cause trouble to myself—though, at this moment, I couldn’t find them by my sight alone. Where is it hiding?

The place outside the chapel is very spacious, it looks like a town, but the humanoid "department" said that this is just a hospital. The buildings around the chapel are either wards or workshops. Those who stay here are either patients or doctors. No, the following words. Just my personal thoughts. All in all, if it is set according to a fixed scenario, there may not be a normal person in the true sense.

From time to time, Ruo Ruo Wu sounded in the air, like whispering, or praying. Or it could be deep crying and crazy laughter, which will be buried by thunder in the next moment.

I stepped on the stagnant water and made a clicking sound, and then a few birds flew up from the roof on the side. The bird was black all over and looked like a crow.

I saw another familiar and iconic thing. I couldn't help thinking.

According to the humanoid "tie", turn right after leaving the chapel. It was a long, gentle stone step, which stretched a hundred meters away and then turned into a bush, and it was hard to see what the end was. When I was half-dreaming and half-awake, an old man named Hall brought me to this place, and he seemed to have done something to me. Although in the narration of the humanoid "line". He seemed like a good person, but his babble that I heard at the time had a crazy quality. I want to know not only what he did to me, but also why he did these things.

Listening to the humanoid "Department", he has a lofty ideal. He has guarded this hospital for many years, but before the deepest night, he had already failed. "He was not favored by the taboo"-the humanoid "line" described him like this. And this "taboo" vocabulary is also used on me. Not only the humanoid "faculty" has been mentioned, Hall's own babblings also appear frequently.

I think "taboo" may refer to "Jiang", but the people here. Can you really feel the existence of "Jiang"? Or, they also confuse "Jiang" with "virus"? Even. They don't actually know too many things, but just based on the concept of "the deepest night". Instead, describe some terrifying and opposing mystery in your own way?

In any case, it is impossible for me to separate the current nightmare from the repeater world, the doomsday fantasy and even the reality of the hospital, and treat it separately. However, if you connect them, you can have too many associations. I must first determine, just in terms of the current nightmare environment, what exactly happened here and what the other people did.

The humanoid "line" did not give me a detailed answer, so I have to turn to other people here, such as Old Hall, even if these people have become crazy in my eyes.

As far as mental state is concerned, people here can be regarded as "mental patients". I even think that even "doctors" are not much more normal than "patients". Although I have not met these people at the moment, I am ready in my heart.

Walking on the gentle steps, I can hear heavy gasps, someone is digging something, and the shovel hits a hard rock and makes a clanging sound. The digger exploded and threw the tool on the ground several times. After a while, he began to cry. The unique voice, but for the first time, I realized that the man was Old Hall.

After turning around the bushes, you can see a figure from a **** that is one and a half high. If standing upright, it will be about two meters tall. The whole body is covered by a tattered cloak. As soon as the wind blows, The hem of the cloak seemed to be torn at any time. The humidity in the air has increased again, and I can’t tell whether it’s day or night. Although the sky is gloomy, you can still see things next to me clearly even if you don’t turn on the lights, and the farther place seems to be covered with mist—Yes. Yes, the gray mist is not surprising at all.

I stepped on the **** and found out that the stone steles standing in front of Old Hall surrounded by at least a hundred, and these steles vary in height and are not all straight. Some seem to be about to Collapsed, and some have broken apart. And these stone tablets are all tombstones. Just in front of the entrance, there is a wooden sign inserted with words that I don't know, but I know the meaning directly. It's not simply the word "cemetery", it's more euphemistic and verbose, but this is what it means.

Some people were buried here, and Old Hall was playing around here—he was carrying a shovel and digging in a place without tombstones, but there was no corpse to bury around him, and it didn’t look like Digging other people's graves.

I greeted and looked at the surrounding tombstones at a distance of two or three meters. Then, I suddenly realized that the deceased person's place was on the recognizable inscription all around. They are all written with shocking names: Gao Chuan.

Ripples spread deep in my heart. I quickly walked past several tombstones and looked at the inscription that I couldn't see just now. Sure enough, the name of the deceased. All are "Gaochuan". It seems that in this messy cemetery, all the burials are "Gaochuan".

It is like this, of course it is not meaningless. However, under the current circumstances, even if you think deeply, it is still impossible to get an accurate answer.

This time. Old Hall spoke: "Oh...you woke up...a ​​foreigner."

"I heard that you brought me back. Where did you find me?" I asked.

Old Hall gasped hard, as if his lungs were about to be reimbursed, with a hoarse voice and a weird laughter, he said to me: "It doesn't matter... a foreigner. You know what it is here. Place? Do you know why you are here?"

I answered with silence.

"They don't believe me." Old Hall said as if to himself. "I said... I said, this is a nightmare. They all thought that I was comparing something... wrong!" He tapped the shovel hard, raised the volume, and said, "I'm not comparing anything, here is a dream. , A nightmare that cannot really wake up. This is the nature of this world!" He paused, and said in a decadent and low voice: "The nightmare...will continue its original ending...no one can Stop... sad. Sad, the more you resist, the more struggling. The more sad."

He stopped his work, looked at me again, and said to me: "Can you understand? This is a nightmare."

"I can understand." I answered calmly, and my answer was not false.

Old Hall frowned hesitantly and stared at me closely, as if examining whether I was insincere. But he didn't seem to have an answer, he just sighed. Say: "I can't do it, I know. No one can do it..."

What to do? "Resist? Struggle?" I asked.

"All actions caused by the deepest night are meaningless." Old Hall was filled with an aura of defeat, "Believe me, the process of coming in the deepest night We can only wait and accept...sorrow, sorrow."

"What have you tried to save in the past?" I said.

"Ah...Save?" Old Hall answered as if asking himself.

"So, why did you bring me back? You know, why am I here?" I asked again.

Old Hall was silent for a while, and then let out a weird laughter: "Because, this is the first time I have seen alive outsiders... you know? I always kill them in the past, because I think they It’s the source of the madness here. They are madmen themselves... But, you seem to be quite normal?” When he said the last sentence, he hesitated, and he not only looked at me again: “Look, these madnesses And calm eyes."

Crazy and calm? Full of contradictory descriptions. I can't get it in my mind. Sketch out what I look like in his eyes.

"Beautiful eyes, scary, full of power...but maybe it's not a good thing. Who knows?" Old Hall muttered to himself and began to dig again, "Maybe, I just want Someone will struggle for me."

Because I have desperately lost all my beliefs, but I can't let go of my original intentions, and look forward to other people in a desperate mood? It's really complicated and full of sensibility. I couldn't help but think so.

"What can I do?" I asked.

"...Who knows?" Old Hall said, "You can do whatever you want, but can you get the result you want?" He smiled weirdly.

"What is the deepest night?" I ignored the laughter that was full of jealousy, sarcasm, and despair.

"An end, a new beginning." Old Hall's voice became serious, as if praying to some great existence: "It has no meaning in itself, but an alternate process. Only when people face When it came, people gave it a meaning: when it comes, it is the time of change. Some people are afraid of change, and some believe that the deepest night will bring a tragic ending and a painful future. Others are concerned about this. Everything is full of confidence. But in any case, with the arrival of the deepest night, everything will no longer be what they were."

"Alteration?" I concluded briefly.

"Alteration?" Old Hall didn't seem to have thought about the word. He thought about it, nodded and said, "It's very vivid. The arrival of the deepest night makes everything begin to change...no one knows. The final result of this change is good or bad, but it has already brought people great pain, sorrow and despair at this moment."

As he spoke, he lifted the last shovel aside. Turned his head and said to me: "Outsider, why are you here? Who are you?"

This time. I can see his appearance clearly: that old face seems a bit familiar, and at this age, it is indeed a bit reluctant to face dangerous anomalies and protect other people. His body. Although it is very tall, it is not strong. All in all, the way he is now, it is hard to imagine that he will be a fighter. I used to fight to protect this place, to save something.

Furthermore, Old Hall, who stayed in this hospital, was not a mental patient—when I thought about it this way, I felt that there was a faint connection between me and him. Because, I seem to be someone like Old Hall. But when he was desperate, I still didn't despair. When he was old. I am still so young.

His existence seems to be heralding, my future? I can't help but think so, but of course I refuse to be like him.

"Maybe, I came here. Just to accomplish what you couldn't do." I answered calmly.

"Huh?" He stared at me with incredible eyes, gradually getting a little angry. "Keep talking! I haven't done anything! My failure is not my fault!" He paused. As if emphasizing something, he said to me: "No one can escape or turn into the night. Because that is the reason for this nightmare and the reason why the people here are still alive. Don’t be too arrogant, foreigners. , I know what you will do, you will do the things that I have done, I know...I know..." He said, his spirit weakened again, "I know, all this is a delusion What you did is no different from what I did. What I did is everything I can do. No one can save this place, and no one can stop the deep night."

His current state is not unfamiliar to me, because in the past doomsday illusion, those mysterious experts who deeply felt the unstoppable "doomsday process" and were full of despair and finally gave up They all look like this.

I don't want to promise him anything, because no matter what I say, he can only use his pessimistic and desperate perspective to understand, look at and accept. His heart is already full of ashes. As the humanoid "line" said, he may have been a very strong and powerful warrior, but he failed, and only the remnant of such a bad old man is still wandering like a ghost.

In this nightmare, he must be a reflection of a certain consciousness, or there may be a specific object associated with it. This is an ideological world. If you give up, everything is really over.

I saw the excavated pit, just right to put a coffin, but there is no coffin here. Old Hall's back became more rickety, he dropped the shovel and jumped into the pit-I suddenly understood that he had dug the grave for himself.

"You added something to my head...you are not going to see if it can work?" I stood by the side of the pit and asked Old Hall lying on the bottom of the pit.

He straightened his body slowly, and his spine rattled, adding to the gloomy atmosphere. Then, he folded his hands on his abdomen, always full of emotions, and gradually relaxed.

"No, it's useless. I know..." He said, "It can prevent you from seeing something more terrible. If you can't see it, you won't be affected by it, but it's useless. Sooner or later you will see them, because if you are favored by taboos, what you will inevitably do will erode you a little bit. You may doubt whether the world in your eyes is real, but you can only regard it as real. Nothing. People can remain normal until the deep night, and the changes will follow."

Although he was very obscure, I still understand what he meant to express. In the past, before the formation of the two-in-one theory, there was indeed such an idea that every appearance of "Jiang" and every strengthening of "mystery" was a manifestation of itself being eroded. No matter what it is corroded by something, it must be embodied in a kind of "malignancy" to oneself.

Now what Old Hall wants to express, is this—the imprint he left on my forehead, in this nightmare, cannot offset the "mysterious" erosion that accompanies the magic lines, and He might think that the magic pattern and the deepest night are closely related. People with magic patterns can take actions that are different from others when facing the deepest night, which can lead to results that ordinary people cannot achieve. However, all these results, even if they seem to be good for the time being, But with the arrival of the deepest night, it can only be in vain. Even people with magic patterns, in the process of the arrival of the deepest night, their own changes will make them destroy those they once thought are good results.

This is not an unimaginable situation, and it does not seem to be unique to a mystery expert. In the occult, similar situations are not rare exceptions. On the contrary, this kind of abnormal change is too classic and too popular, even ordinary people have heard of such plots from time to time.

I was silent for a while, and Old Hall was silent as if he was dead.

After a while, I asked: "Why do these tombstones have the same name? Why did you choose here?"

"Why?" Old Hall's feeble voice came: "No. Gao Chuan, it can be either a name or just a symbol. I should lie here, because other people have also chosen here, choose That's it."

"Do you want me to help you carve your name on the tombstone?"

"...If you can." Old Hall said: "Please be the same as around."

"Gaochuan?" I asked.

He was silent.

I can't hear his breathing anymore. During the chain judgment, all the subtle movements of his body have stopped.

He is dead.

I picked up the shovel on the ground and restored the mound a little bit. The mud soon covered Old Hall's body. He didn't move. Even if he was still alive, I don't think he still wanted to climb up. His heart is full of despair and pain. He puts everything he desires into a drifting bottle, longing that someone will pick it up and do what he wants to do again, but he doesn’t think, or even hope, The other party can accomplish things that he did not do.

Such a contradictory and old person is completely buried by the mud. At the bottom of the mound was a tombstone. I firmly inserted it and carved the name "Gaochuan" on the stone with a long knife. When I was finished, the text became the same shape as the surrounding tombstones, strange and weird, unable to be directly recognizable, but able to understand its meaning.

I said to the tombstone: "Hello, Hall, I am Gaochuan."

I don't understand why the surrounding tombstones use the name "Gaochuan", and why Old Hall was buried here after his death and also used the name "Gaochuan". However, I know that my mood does not become excited because of this, and my heart is full of pain, sorrow and despair, but there is still a light of hope that makes me unable to stop.

Such a sentence is perfect to describe:

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My heart is still full of questions, but there is no hesitation, with pity, but not the slightest timidity. I think it's time to find a place to confirm from the whole, what exactly is the place where I am. I have an idea. Perhaps the "hospital" in this nightmare, the overall layout is the mental hospital on the peninsula. The people who exist in this nightmare will also be related to the patients in the Peninsula Mental Hospital who have taken the seminar drugs.

So, what kind of patient does Old Hall correspond to? And since when did he exist in this nightmare? This answer can be explained more or less. When did the seminar's research on "paradise" begin and to what extent.

In spite of this, I still have some uncertainties. For example, Old Hall’s experience seems to be very rich, and the history of this nightmare seems to be very long, even if it is explained by the sense of time of consciousness. It is affirmed that it was only formed not long ago.

Perhaps, Dr. Ruan Li’s explanation of the influence of White Claudia can explain some things.

In any case, understanding the general situation of the nightmare is the first priority. (To be continued)