Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1243: Relative safety zone

At a glance, there are about 20 buildings in the residential area. Among them, the humanoid "line" and the central fountain are the most conspicuous and the most peaceful place. ¤ In the vertex novel, the humanoid "line" says that the people here are mental patients, and the building they are in, from the appearance, exudes a gloomy and crazy smell. This kind of gloom and madness, in the eyes of ordinary people, is often the characteristics of mental patients, but I know that this is actually a kind of prejudice. Not every mental patient is gloomy and mad, and not every mental patient will be in a state of seizures for a long time. The essence of the difference between mental patients and ordinary people is the difference in the psychological level, but many of them are caused by Physiological diseases and defects lead to functional differences in perceiving and judging things.

True offensive and extremely abnormal mental patients do often exhibit worldviews and moral values ​​that are different from ordinary people, so they often have stubbornness different from ordinary people in aspects that ordinary people think are insignificant, and then have stubbornness different from ordinary people. Contradictions, and ultimately violent. More serious, it is based on their own physiological mechanism and functional abnormality, which produces an almost instinctive aggressiveness. This is the most common aggressive mental patient I have seen, but even such patients do not always use "manic" and "ghostly" methods as their daily manifestations.

In my experience, especially in the real life in the hospital, the mental patients I have encountered have not shown much difference from ordinary people in their daily life. The mental state they exhibit is more of an abnormal calm and dullness. These patients, as long as they live a monotonous life day after day, will not be bored, let alone suddenly become crazy. Apart from the sense of incongruity in the communication with them, in fact, there are not too many dangerous situations. What doctors need to worry about is that they hurt themselves.

Yes, mental patients have a higher chance of harming themselves than others. Even with careful care, keeping them from harming themselves is often the core focus of the entire treatment phase.

The above, although it is only based on my own experience. The conclusion I reached, but I still believe in such an argument—the mental patient who is full of restless heart, hurts others madly, and does not even understand why he wants to do this, in the whole group of mental patients, it is actually just A very small part.

The term "a small part" has already explained their specificity to a certain extent. And there must be some less common situations that happen to them.

For example, doomsday syndrome.

In the reality of the hospital, the most touching and dangerous is indeed the doomsday syndrome patients-their danger is that although they also have quiet times, it is difficult to capture the timing and reasons for the offense. Their anomaly. Relatively more of a sudden, and when it breaks out suddenly. The extraordinary physical ability and consciousness mania demonstrated. Even if it is a heavily armed soldier, once the incident happens suddenly and you are not prepared for it, you will die in the hands of a doomsday syndrome patient.

Yes, even though patients with doomsday syndrome are onset, they do not necessarily attack others. However, the probability and ability to attack others is almost the highest among all seriously ill patients listed as dangerous in the hospital.

However, patients with doomsday syndrome who have been diagnosed with the disease and have previous medical records. Among all the mental patients in the hospital—including those who theoretically have changed into doomsday syndrome, but who have not yet clearly manifested themselves in their physical state—still belong to a small number.

The understanding of all these data is precisely why I feel that this residential area is not normal. Precisely because it is in the world of consciousness, I can be more sure that just in appearance, there is such a gloomy and manic atmosphere, even if it implies a mental hospital, it is absolutely abnormal.

These residents are definitely a small part of the "mental patients" group. Instead, in the reality of the hospital, this place is bound to be a specially divided area reserved for patients with dangerous and serious illnesses.

So, it is absolutely impossible for this to be a wooden house area.

The patient in the wooden house made fun of me and other people not long ago, but that behavior is actually relatively mild.

Since Old Hawke fought to protect this place, I think that the so-called mental patients should actually include Old Hawke. This also means that Old Hawke's subject outside of this nightmare is actually an aggressive and seriously ill patient. And what he encountered and saw here, of course, would also be closely related to his dangerous mental state. Furthermore, I am actually not sure. He is immersed in his own nightmare and wants to become a certain person to solve certain things. Or, the weirdness that arises here may not be due to his cognition. And change?

The trouble with the ideological world is that it is difficult to distinguish between commonality and individuality in a precise way like a scalpel, to treat it concretely, and then it is difficult to confirm that what you see, experience, and treat others Does it have the same effect?

At this time, you can only understand from the same place as yourself and others. The commonality between oneself and others is a benchmark against which one can truly understand the state of others.

If I am completely different from the mental patient here, and have no essential similarities, then I cannot use what I have encountered and observed and put it on other people to understand.

On the other hand, I can understand the crisis that everyone in this residential area has to face, as well as the despair and death of Old Hawke, and accept the current environment for granted. It has proved that I am a mentally ill person. Moreover, there is a certain degree of commonality between their own conditions.

Yes, what I have in common with them is what allows me to calmly accept their reactions and words here. Otherwise, even if you are a psychologist in your job, you will be upset about the performance of mental patients.

I knocked on the doors of these residents and told them the death of Old Hawk. And their reactions were not consistent. Of course, any of their reactions are actually in my expectation.

Whether it is the young young woman hiding in the house, it seems to be interested, but in fact it is indifferent. Or the capricious and sarcasm man next door. Their perspective and attitude towards Old Hawk is definitely not what they have shown at this time. Their reaction now was more normal than the appearance of the rooms they were staying in. Their reaction, whether it's cover-up or sarcasm. It's too close to a normal person.

Maybe ordinary people think that their performance is abnormal enough, but I still have to say that their performance is far from what I think is as abnormal, and this is the most abnormal situation.

Perhaps, there is some power that restrains their behavioral danger and madness. It makes me even more likely to assume that once they leave their room. Or if I open these doors, they will become different.

In consciousness, rooms and doors are things with deep metaphors. This is especially true of closed rooms with special styles and locked doors and windows where no one walks out.

While talking to patients, I carefully figured out what the style, state, decoration, light and shadows of these rooms and doors and windows might imply. I did make up my mind. Try to protect this area as much as possible to prevent the patients from those weird attacks. However, for these patients, of course I also have a certain degree of precautionary psychology. They seem to be victims at this time, but they do not know under what circumstances they may become perpetrators.

They are the "small number" of mental patients who must be strictly guarded against. And in the communication and exchange with them. Even if they are really serious, and their words will inevitably carry some information, but they must not be completely believed. What they think. What I have seen, even if it has some similarities with me, will never be exactly the same as me. Furthermore, there is also no need to care about their statements and attitudes, because it is very foolish to have disputes with these mental patients over these issues.

With this creed, my mood remains as calm as ever.

The man lowered his voice, but then asked clearly enough, "Hey, you... the heir to old Hawke." I turned my head, as if I felt the serious and sharp gaze from behind the transparent stained glass window. Just listen to him continue to say: "Is it true? Is Old Hawk really dead?"

"Yes." I answered calmly.

"Oh, my goodness, it's so unfortunate." The man sighed in a flamboyant voice, and then quickly said to me: "Tell me, how did he die?"

"He dug a grave for himself, then jumped in." I replied.

So, in the minds of ordinary people, it must be very absurd, that it is not something normal people would do, and even suspect that I am joking. If Old Hawke is a mental patient, it is easy to understand. And his way of death also implies his own mental state. Of course, the people in the house never doubted what I said, and believed it without hesitation.

"Oh, oh! That's really interesting... Ah, no, I mean, it's a regrettable way to die." The man hurriedly changed his words, but I still couldn't hear what he meant. His attitude and position are opposed to Old Hawke? Or is it just like the woman before, just a bystander?

"You said you were the hunter to take over?" The man said, "You want to do things for Old Hawk?"

"No, I just do things for myself." I answered clearly.

"Ah...this way..." The man seemed a little surprised, and soon he let out a whirr of laughter, which seemed very happy, "I said, what I said, the old man must not end well. "

"What the **** do you want to say?" I asked, interrupting his contentment.

"What do you want to say? No, no, I don't want to say anything." The man lowered his voice again and said to me: "Give you a piece of advice, young man, don't trust the cunning old hunter. Unless you become like that. The guy. He is stupid! Dangerous! He is self-righteous, but it will only cause trouble to others!" At this point, the man’s voice was angry. This strange anger broke the critical point at once. The roar broke out: "I hate him, but he is dead, what should I do?" The next moment, the emotion in the voice subsided again, and he said to me: "Outsider, I smelled you. You. Say you are the hunter who succeeded the old man? Well, it seems that you don't know what the hunter is, and what you are hunting yourself. You will regret it. I guess that old man already regretted it, right? So? He wants to bury himself."

"I'm sorry." I said calmly and surely: "Maybe I don't know what a hunter is. What I am hunting, but I know what I am doing, all of which are my own choices."

"You will regret it." The man said stubbornly, and then turned the light off again.

"Don't pay attention to this man." The young woman who spoke before said gently and politely: "When he was young, he suffered a serious psychological trauma. He hates everyone who has dreams."

Only this sentence does not sound like a mental patient, and the man from the past in her mouth is, of course, two completely different images from the current him.

I don’t plan to do more exciting things at this time, such as breaking in. In the current nightmare, even if you want to find a safe place to re-settle them, it is impossible to do it.

Almost no need to think about it. I can be sure that even if this residential area is full of weird atmosphere, it is already a relatively safe place in the current nightmare.

I talk to them as if they were new people, and I have a good relationship with my neighbors, at least to find out who they are. It's not to make friends with them with a utilitarian goal.

I said goodbye at the door, and the young woman said nothing. It's like disappearing. After that, my family passed the news of Old Hawk's death. Gradually grasp the general situation of the patients here. Just like my initial thoughts, there should not be patients in every building, but some rooms are dark, but there are still people. They seem to be afraid of light and feel that light can bring danger. The darkness can make them feel calm. Moreover, not every room where people are confirmed will respond to my greeting. Some people pretend that they are not there, but they can hear their breathing. The chain judgment can directly perceive that when I am talking, they are actually sticking behind the door, listening to my voice, as if calculating some kind of conspiracy.

Such a scene, for ordinary people, it must be creepy.

However, ordinary people should not be able to come here. Even if they do, they will not be able to directly perceive what is happening in an invisible place like me.

If you can only see what your eyes can see, then this residential area is just a weird atmosphere.

Weird, uneasy, gloomy, and all kinds of negative things converge into gloomy stagnant water everywhere, in the fine rain, ripples start to appear. Should people with bad intentions be protected equally? I have thought about this question, but I do not intend to draw a conclusion. Because, from the beginning, I didn't expect that people here would respond well to my decision. I didn't do anything for this place just to get their praise. It's just that I unilaterally, hoping to protect this place.

I didn't find Marceau. But assuming that Marceau also came here, then, at least there is such a relatively safer place for her to live.

Although it is necessary to deal with the dangers of the patients here, it is better than facing the weirdness. Those weird forms have proved that they are more distorted, crazy, and dangerous than these weird patients, and they are full of extraordinary malice. At the very least, the patients here can still talk to me, and they don’t seem to run out of the room for no reason, or even, under normal circumstances, they can’t get out of the room at all. As long as these patients stay in their own room, it is safe outside the room. If it is not necessary, I will never go in, nor will I open the door for them personally.

I have a feeling that even if the rumored deepest night will come when the bell rings at zero and end everything, but the length of the entire nightmare will definitely not only have one sleep time.

I walked in the direction of the chapel without any haste, while sorting out and analyzing the current situation in my mind. What kind of situation is in the deepest night, where Marceau is going, the reason for this nightmare, and the series of consequences that will be caused by it as the source, these kinds of things, I have to find out. Even if it is impossible to find out, the bad results must be prevented as much as possible.

It is undoubtedly a feasible method to bring all the people that can be found in the nightmare to this place as long as they maintain their human form. When I entered the nightmare, I was not in this residential area, but in a coma, I was found and sent here by Old Hawk. I feel that this experience of my own is not special. There should be other people who are in a lonely and dangerous situation after falling into this nightmare.

While I am exploring this nightmare world, I can put more effort into finding them.

Making a decision in my heart like this, I walked into the chapel. The humanoid "tie" is still sitting in the original position, holding her fists in prayer, but after putting down her hood, it seems that she hasn't put on it again. Before, I suspected that the humanoid "line" is related to the color, but the two are not the same in appearance, although both can be called beautiful in the humanoid posture.

When I deliberately walked to her side, she raised her head to look at me and said, "Dear messenger, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Old Hawke is dead." I said.

"Yes, so you can only find him if you go to the cemetery." The human form "tie" is the same as I thought, without any movement. Both the voice and the expression are as flat as ever. However, her answer was a bit of a pun.

"When did he die?" With a sudden suspicion in my heart, I asked the seemingly superfluous sentence.

"When he brought you back here, he was already seriously injured." The humanoid "tie" said: "He was dead before you woke up."

Sure enough, there was an unusual answer.

"But I saw him in the cemetery. At that time, he was not lying in the cemetery." I described the death of Old Hawke that I had seen with my own eyes.

But the humanoid "line" doesn't seem to understand what I want to express. She tilted her head to express her doubts.

"If he had died long ago, what did I see in the cemetery?" I asked.

"He's burying himself." The humanoid "is" a serious answer, but to me, this answer is useless.

I began to feel that I could not find out the cause of the contradiction from her. The humanoid "faculty" seems to have a natural and accustomed attitude towards these seemingly unbelievable situations.

"What's going on in the cemetery?" I asked, "Why are the names on the tombstones Gaochuan? Old Hawk's tomb is also engraved with Gaochuan's name, not his own."

"In the deepest night, everyone can see his own death." The humanoid "Die" said: "God is looking down on us and giving us warnings."

Her attitude and remarks seem to be unable to give me a more intuitive explanation. But I am not anxious and dissatisfied with her such obscure, rigid words. Of course, with such an attitude, she exists here, and I don't think it's wrong. If you don't take her way of existence for granted, facing the more weirdness and craziness that should be in the nightmare, it will definitely not be able to sustain it.

"Do you know what you are, why are you here?" I turned the subject and asked.

"Yes, a great destiny, let me wait for your arrival here." Humanoid "Department" said: "Serving you~IndoMTL.com~ is my mission until you endure the deepest The test of night."

"What is that great destiny?" I asked.

"It's a great destiny, nothing more." The humanoid "Xi" replied: "It is destined to have a mission even for something like me, and this mission makes me feel the meaning of life . I do my best to serve you, my honorable messenger."

Her answer is still very cryptic.

"The residents outside are all patients, so what about you?" I continued to ask.

"Yes, I am also a patient. The whole world is sick, and I am no exception, but maybe you can save it all if you really want to do it." Humanoid "Department" said: "You found Have you understood your reason and mission for coming here?"

"Of course." I said.

"Then, congratulations, and hope you won't get lost on the road." The humanoid "tie" said so. (To be continued...)

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