Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1245: In the hospital

I left the residential area again and cleared the weirdness of leaving the forest area along the way. I don’t know if it was my illusion. These weird external models seem to gradually change in the direction of anthropomorphism. Some of the problems encountered at the altar The human form is weird, and there is a structure similar to human limbs. I am not sure what I saw is the same kind of weirdness, but they obviously have great similarities in appearance, and the only difference is whether there are anthropomorphic limbs. ——These parts that look like hands or feet are like branched branches that are connected to the inhuman and bloated limbs so abruptly. Although they are constantly dancing, they don’t have any hurting power. They are just full of violations. The sense of harmony makes its unnatural appearance even more disgusting. △￠four△￠five△￠中△￠文⊥,

I cannot locate the current residential area in the entire peninsula. I am even just guessing that the terrain of this nightmare is based on the terrain of the peninsula, but on the other hand, I have not seen the distance on the peninsula. I suspect that the image of that tall tower was built by a "outsider" like me in this nightmare, a purpose-built building.

Because the current relatively eye-catching coordinates are only the residential period and the tower, I am also more inclined to follow the two points and one line to gradually expand the scope of my activities. The current weirdness, even at this time, when I consider myself to be in a "seal" state, is weaker than most of the "demons" I have encountered in the past, and not every one of them shows strong offensiveness. According to my Observation, the main reason for their weakness is that their advantages in one aspect are too prominent, which is like adjusting the balance of the overall ability to a bias, and allowing them to be in a specific ability and state. Have a good performance under. On the contrary, as long as they are out of the scope of what they are good at, they are all weaknesses.

Thick-skinned guys will move horribly slow. And good at attacking with limbs. It will never burst out flames and venom suddenly. Fast, their bodies are made of glass, and they seem to break at the touch of a touch-of course, just to me, they are like this, if their opponents are ordinary people. Their own strengths are sufficient to make up for their shortcomings, and even the shortcomings they show have surpassed the average level of ordinary people.

However, as long as there are no all-round attacks without blind spots, or a certain degree of self-healing ability, or a strong enough negative influence, these weirdness can naturally not be my opponents. Even with this feeling of being "sealed", the use of magic lines' power has become very difficult. The linkage determination has obviously been weakened a lot, but the "relatively fast" characteristics of the speed sweep superpower does not seem to have changed. Even if it is attacked by the most agile and weird sneak attack, as long as it plunges into the range of perception of the chain judgment, even in the blink of an eye, it has reached the neck, and I can still use the quick sweep to avoid this fatal blow-jumping aside, Or simply roll it on the spot, without the feeling of being a crush. Even when it seemed the most thrilling, the fatal attack almost stuck to the skin. In my opinion, there seems to be plenty of time to react.

Dodge, roll, these processes all take time, and I don't think it. This process consumes less time than those weird speeds. But when I reacted, the short distance between the other party and me was as close as possible. I can always avoid them at the last minute and then fight back.

The hand crossbow is also good. Whether it is a hook rope or a long knife, every tool, regardless of its original purpose or not, I can naturally use them as weapons, and instinctively can exert their respective special effects. Actions that seem intense and compact to me are as natural as eating and drinking. And these tools, when used, are as light as hands and feet.

I turned around, made use of trees and boulders as a shelter, leaned down and quietly approached the weird who had just launched the attack, and they were so stupid, without any alert, scanning around blankly, and found in it At the same time as me, I have also come to the best distance to launch an attack, and directly cut off its head-sometimes limbs, sometimes chest. In short, these weirdness have some "core", just like a human heart. And brain nutrition, after penetrated and cut out, they will fall to the ground, turn into fly ash, and then be inhaled by magic lines to become nourishment.

At this time, I think the speed is not the best, but it has a real sense of action. It's like stepping on the ground steadily, using a way that I can understand, little by little, unpleasantly but accurately enough to dismember the enemy. In the past, whenever I used speed sweeps and tried to use "light" as a reference to reach a limit speed beyond my cognition, it felt more emptier than it is now. It seems that the so-called "faster than light, faster than consciousness" are just some self-deception.

I have always felt that it is not a good idea to use the characteristics of speed sweep to select those abnormal speed reference objects. When my own speed exceeds the theoretically understandable limit, I feel whether it is a false and full of side effects. Using it once or twice may suppress the unreal feeling, but if you use it frequently, you have a not-so-good premonition.

Before entering this nightmare, when I used the speed-grabbing super power, I always restrained myself and tried not to do the so-called "best". Because the "best" level is really uncomfortable and incomprehensible: using light as a reference object can be faster than light? Using consciousness as a reference can be faster than "consciousness"? Isn't it a bit of a joke? But, on the other hand, I can do it. I have tried it in the past battles, and I haven't felt any sequelae.

Perhaps, I can really unscrupulously, every time I can be faster than "light" and faster than "consciousness", but I have always subconsciously rejected such behavior, so that even the state At the best time, he has never reached his limit in playing in the forest farm.

Now facing the weirdness that is weaker than the "devil", of course there is nothing to be nervous about.

I don't deny that the weirdness in the future may become stronger and weird step by step under the influence of many parties, but at least for now, they are still taken away in front of me.

Looking at the tower from the altar, it doesn't seem to be far away. But when I actually go, I can feel that it is indeed farther than I imagined. On the way, I took a break to sort out the graystone and equipment on my body. The existence of a large number of graystones makes me feel the convenience-the treatment of myself, the modification of foreign objects including weapons. Basic lines can be done with the power of graystone. Whenever the power of these graystones is used in weapons and props, I can always feel that there is a kind of power eroding the body, echoing the magic pattern, and being repelled by the imprint of the forehead. I clearly felt that when the imprint on my forehead would always lose its effect, the more weird I killed and the more gray fog and gray stone I extracted from their corpses for use, the feeling would become clearer and stronger. It's like a red warning light that keeps flashing and spinning.

I wiped the blade, looked at the sky like the sun and the moon, the giant sphere that was sinking continuously, while recalling and analyzing the intelligence I got during this period of time. I don't think that I can draw a completely correct and completely affirmative answer from it. It's just that thinking like this has become an instinct. Even when fighting, my mind will still be out of the current battle from time to time. But even if I think too much. Moreover, I have to think about it so much. But this state has never disturbed sleep once.

The doomsday illusion in the past was fine, but after the resuscitation, every time I fell asleep, I couldn't enter the state of deep sleep. I always have dreams, but these dreams are extremely realistic and have a lot of conspiracies. A lot of special situations are waiting for me to solve. It was the same this time. Of course, I didn't voluntarily fall into this nightmare, but since I encountered it, it was impossible to do nothing. Just obediently wait in a place in secret until fully awakened.

When you wake up, you need to fight the "mystery". Even when you fall asleep, you must continue to fight the "mystery". Dreams and reality are full of contradictions but profound connections in feelings, and this connection will always give people a bad premonition, but most of the time, the worst premonitions will always come true.

I have always assumed that I am an indifferent person, but reading my diary repeatedly, I can't see where the indifference is manifested. And the "Gao Chuan" in the story always asks for hardships, chattering like a mental patient, and firmly believes in things that normal people would not believe. Yes, I don’t think that the self in the story, the "Gao Chuan" is a normal person. Even the story itself is obscure and absurd. From a normal point of view, it is simply the product of a failure to fabricate it. But, this It's what I wrote down, and it's the situation I'm facing.

No matter how many times I read it, I can’t find a "better and more correct" route. The things that have been experienced, even if they go back to the past with memories, do not seem to be changed through different choices. Better. An extremely strong sense of destiny, permeated in that absurd story, will only make people fully realize what kind of thing dominates all of this, which is completely beyond the scope of human imagination.

That thing is indeed different from the "gods" and "devils" that people set themselves. What humans set, even if it is to express the strength of the other party and to create a pessimistic thought, will always subconsciously hide some weaknesses or characteristics that "can allow humans to overcome it" in such a powerful thing. Even in the mysterious system of Cthulhu, which is called "has no interest in humans, and far exceeds human imagination", those chaotic evil gods can be described as "always sleeping, and once they wake up, it will be a disaster." , It is always asleep, and the occasional horror is often suppressed by humans back to a "sleeping" state after a period of time.

Yes, even when describing "fear of the unknown", human beings always have the advantage of turning over after menopause in the world they envisioned and the monsters they envisioned. Even in the worst of times, there is often a belief that "God belongs to God, and mankind belongs to mankind".

However, I don’t see such a thing in my own story. Those who have seen the crisis and acted, believe that they can survive the crisis and save the world, just have to believe in "self You can do these things", even if you know that you may be heading for failure, you force to believe that you can get rid of this predicament. I don't think that such a belief is incorrect and unreasonable. I just feel that it is precisely this belief that reflects the cruel despair and how difficult it is to shake.

All the people who are struggling, the more sunshine, perseverance and hard work, the more painful and helpless people will feel when they fail.

This "script" that is faintly visible is for everyone who tries to struggle. It's all terrible. However, these people who are shining with their own light and those who work hard for their beliefs are indeed an indispensable component of the "script". They make the "script" wonderful and sublime, but not to become a complete one. Thoroughly, a bad story from beginning to end.

Because of this, I have become more and more convinced that the protagonist of this story is "flying insects" rather than "human beings." The satisfaction or dissatisfaction of "human beings" has no meaning at all, because they were born for this story. Once separated from this story, "humanity" has no basis and reason for existence.

Here, there is no talent for human rights, and I am not born to forge ahead and find my own mission. People are born with a responsibility, and this responsibility is only to complete a "script". Play a "role".

What a pessimistic thought this is! I wake up and shook my head. Continue to compile and continue to write the story of "Gaochuan" from what I have thought of and experienced. I know, this is just a nightmare, but when I wake up. What I wrote here, will it appear in the diary after waking up?

I close the diary and plug in the pen barrel. I don’t know when the cover of the diary became like this—very formal, with a black and yellow leather cover. There is no text, but the texture of the leather makes people see some illusions in a trance, just like in reality, those who use patterns to create "three-dimensional visual effects", but they are more "advanced". The illusions or hallucinations that these textures make me can move.

I can't describe what the creepy thing was when I stared at the cover of the diary. I just felt that it was definitely not a good thing, but it matched the atmosphere of this nightmare. As far as I am concerned, it has no effect, but I am not sure whether it will affect other people, especially ordinary people.

Unconsciously, even the diary and the story itself become a kind of ominous thing that implies madness. This makes me a little frustrated, because, a long time ago, I had expected that, based on my real life, I would write a hot novel like "Harry and the Ring".

Now it seems that what I am facing is not just the problem of personal writing skills and publishing channels. I don't even dare to show such content to an ordinary person.

I stuffed the diary into the leather case, put it back into the inner pocket of the high-collar windbreaker, and straightened up the collar easily, and the side was in this remote rock depression. The rain outside seems to be getting bigger again, there is water everywhere, and the light is dim as always, even if there is no wind, it makes people feel clammy. I didn't light a fire, I just lay curled up like this, resting in the dark. In this nightmare, I was a little sleepy, and I knew that there was still a long way to go in the direction of the tower.

Although I am a little worried about the situation in the residential area after I left, I cannot stay there forever whether I am looking for Marceau or to find out what other people are doing. At this moment, I can only pray for them.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I vaguely have some consciousness. Then, the sense of alertness made me forcibly wake myself up-obviously, I shouldn’t fall asleep, or even get lost. The so-called closed eyes and meditation means that I can jump up and fight immediately when something happens. And it feels just a moment of confusion, and too much time may have been wasted.

Even just dozing off will let time slip quickly and put yourself in unsuspecting danger.

I opened my eyes vigorously, and immediately pressed the long knife at my waist, but there was nothing there. The delicate texture of the fabric comes from the palm of the hand, as well as the touch of the waist. I opened my eyes wide, and suddenly realized that what I was in was not the inside of the rock mass, but a strange room. However, even such a strange room is enough to make me realize that I am back.

Woke up from the nightmare.

Not only because of that kind of consciousness, but also because of the furnishings, decoration and taste of this room, which are extremely different from everything in the nightmare.

More sounds, more colors, gradually formed in my mind, drawing a more vivid image.

The surroundings of the bed are quiet, which may be frightening, but it will never be like a nightmare, full of weirdness everywhere. Candles were lit in the corner, dangling dim light. The sound of raindrops hitting the glass can be heard, and the rain line outside the window is very obvious. The sunlight that was still before falling asleep has now been blocked by a thin layer of dark clouds.

This is a hospital, and the air is full of the smell of disinfectant. This kind of taste, and the unique atmosphere that accompanies this kind of taste, are familiar to me. The ceiling of the room is unfamiliar, but the layout, atmosphere and scenery are not unfamiliar. I suddenly thought that this should be the Peninsula Mental Hospital.

Probably it was Dr. Ruan Li who sent me back, but the process did not wake me up. I don't know if the room I am in is in their impression, the patient room I used in this mental hospital for the past three days. Although the space is as big as a double room in a normal hotel, it only has a white bed. The style is the kind commonly used in hospitals. The size is just enough to easily lie down for three people. However, there are no extra personal items in this room. I am probably the only one living here.

Except for the big bed, there are bedside tables, desks and bookshelves, not even a wardrobe. I am wearing a gray loose patient gown, and there are two other sets on the bedside table. There were paper and pen on the table. I walked over and flipped through it. It turned out to be my diary. The content in it did not surprise me, including what I wrote in my nightmare. In the end, my actions in the nightmare are also fed back to my normal body, or are there other reasons, I no longer deliberately guess. The current situation, for me, is no longer a question of "where is the truth", but the world I have observed, experienced, and confirmed, whether it is a self-righteous illusion, or a self-righteous reality. A complicated way, interconnected with each other.

And I can only deal with them as real.

Indeed, this is a crazy world, isn't it?

I opened the window, and suddenly a damp wind came in. Outside the window was a lawn, a large banyan tree with a dense canopy was swaying in the strong wind, and a rattan hanging chair was tied to the branches. At the end of the lawn, the ground fell abruptly, forming a small section. From the room, it was impossible to see how deep the section was and what was below it. However, before reaching the section, there was already an iron fence preventing people from running there.

Accordingly speaking, the place where I am should be a key area of ​​the hospital, but from the outside, it looks like a relatively remote place in this area.

The layout of the room is simple, even monotonous. Although large whites are stimulating, they are the first choice for the color. Any visible furnishings should be as close to white as possible. But to say that it is particularly clean, it is difficult to generate this kind of thought. Some areas are gray and white, but they look a bit old and dirty. The smell of disinfectant water can be smelled everywhere. They seem to use disinfectant water even to flush the toilet~IndoMTL.com~. Moreover, there is no circuit in the whole room, and the lighting tools that can be selected are: matches, oil lamps, candles and flashlights with batteries. As for other large household appliances, it is even more impossible.

It seems that the purpose is to prevent patients from contacting too many things to the greatest extent-in fact, this is not an uncommon practice. Although it may not be convenient for patients and lack of communication channels with the outside world, there are also many The mental hospital chooses to use this monotonous environment to suppress the mental pressure brought by the colorful outside world to the patients.

The monotonous living environment and the simple lifestyle day after day have been proven to be helpful for calming down the mental level of mental patients. However, if you have the ability, the hospital will provide different personal room environments for the patients according to their conditions, instead of turning the entire mental hospital into such a monotonous situation. And this approach is of course correct. In fact, for the management of mental hospitals, the so-called "monotony" can not only exclude "severe patients", but also save money.

I heard about these doors and ways from Dr. Ruan Li.

However, compared with the reality of the hospital, the personal room in this mental hospital is too monotonous, unnatural, and somewhat depressed, and it does not give me the feeling of "for the sake of the patient". (To be continued...)