Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1381: The Last Hunter

In today’s gathering places, there are not many people who are familiar with Old Hawk. When I came to this shelter, there were only six or seven people with lights on, but now the places with no lights at all have changed. It is very rare. n∈, quiet down, wandering in the alleyway, you can always hear the voices of ghosts crying. Earlier, even if there were lights in this area, it was often deadly silent.

However, noisyness does not mean normality. Of course, the deathly silence in the past is a sign that people will not give birth to any good signs, but today's human voices are also full of madness and weirdness. Compared with the angry guys I met before, the men with sarcasm and the young women with indifferent attitudes in front of them always make people feel more normal.

Even if I don’t talk to these two people much, they are considered "acquaintances" compared to a large number of hostile strangers. The identities of old Hawk and the hunter are like a bond that connects us.

Speaking of old Hawke, a sarcasm man always has a lot of things he doesn't look down on, but such an attitude is not hostility, but a conceptual difference and generation gap. Even though he is always saying that the other person is not good, it still makes people feel that this guy's heart is still normal, and he has no bad thoughts, just likes to talk long and short talks to certain people. However, just because I always like to talk, people can't help but have an illusion of "enthusiasm".

Ha, who knows? At the very beginning, as a newcomer, I was very rejected by them.

Until now, I still don’t understand why a young woman with a very indifferent attitude was the first to respond to my interview. Her attitude towards Old Hawke, although not as tit-for-tat as a man, she knows many stories about Old Hawke just like a man. I also understand the meaning of the identity of the "hunter" in this nightmare-like world.

Ah, old Hawk. Mentioning this name, I couldn't help but think of the information passed by the black seat in the high tower.

That poor guy. I don't know when he died in this world. Does he know his identity in another world, and whether he himself in another world, in the corresponding death ending, senses the exploration, hard work, and madness he made in this world's mapping?

If such a connection can have some beautiful meaning, then it may prove that "the world is not alone", and people who appear lonely in the world are not completely alone. And it proved. In fact, in theory, there is no such thing as a truly lonely person, no matter whether it is in confession or ideology. In the final analysis, it seems that everything starts from the spirit and ends from the spirit.

The idealistic world is often more cruel than the materialistic world, but it is also more full of tenderness and possibilities-this is the conclusion I finally got from my own experience.

Philosophy, psychology, physics...I am very interested. past. My curiosity about psychology is always above the other two. But he observes the world he is in with the world view of physics. But now, I seem to be gradually breaking away from the embrace of psychology and physics, trying to find answers from philosophy, trying to rely on "mystery", and present philosophical and ideal answers in the physical world.

Physics. It is still the focus of my observation of the world, but more or less, it is no longer the core. Any theory based on physics and materialism, including unified theory, superstring theory, etc. Although still the focus of my attention, I tried to find the answer. When I went to the other side, they were no longer the most important sculls.

Many people would think that such a choice is wrong. I sometimes ask myself, is this really good? Is it really correct? But I personally don't have the quality and ability to prove the correctness of "materialism". Perhaps many things I can observe can be answered from a materialist point of view. It seems that as long as the unified theory can be completed, even if it is only a rudimentary, incompletely correct superstring and quantum theory, the answer can be vaguely given. . However, such an answer cannot be effectively used in the various situations I have encountered.

Yes, I think this theory can explain everything, and really use these theories to solve everything is a completely different concept.

And this is the insurmountable gap between a real scientist and a high school student who has not yet graduated.

I can’t learn and grow, and I don’t have this time. I don't even think that even if I have enough time, I can rely on study to improve the theory of the unified theory, and then integrate the theory of the unified theory with practice to solve the difficulties that actually appear. My aptitude as a human being is just an "excellent high school student", nothing more.

So, seeking "mystery" can only be the only way.

I have made a decision and I don’t need anyone’s approval. The reason why I am sad, and I have to persuade myself all the time, is only because the past concepts still restrict me.

The goal of materialism is to "make people understand all the laws of affair and assume that according to materialism, there can be no things that can never be understood. All unknowns are just'temporary unknowns'." Therefore, facing the unknown, Under the assumption that "it is only temporarily unknown", it will not lose hope because of too much fear.

In the "mysterious" world, there is an "unknown that can never be known". The uncertain unknown filled me with fear and despair at all times.

I am bound by the materialism of the past, and I yearn for the realm of unified theory, which is actually the inner manifestation of avoiding "the fear of the unknown". I also think that the reason why mankind finally embarked on the path of materialism is also to escape the "fear of the unknown". It is an evolutionary trend under the pressure of fear-fear of death, so seek eternal life and fear the "eternal unknown" ", so I look for a way to turn "eternal unknown" into "temporary unknown".

In fact, here, the core of the question is: Does the eternal unknown exist? Is the unknown infinite?

Materialism only assumes that the eternal unknown does not exist, and the unknown is not infinite. Therefore, the limited unknown, and the temporary unknown, will all be clarified, but it is only a matter of time. But it has not proved its correctness by itself. This correctness is more like a philosophical topic.

I thought a lot in these experiences, but. None of these thoughts can solve the problem for me. Understand that tomorrow is about to die, and why tomorrow is about to die, but it can't save the ending of tomorrow.

These thoughts are useless? Still useful? At least, in terms of results. They are all useless. And what am I thinking hard for? Just to prove your stupidity?

There is no need for others to mock me, in fact, I have been mocking myself all the time.

This thinking self is useless and can neither save myself nor save others—thinking made me come to this conclusion, and this thought-provoking conclusion is to lead me to "mystery" and "indescribable" "," "Things Outside of Thought" and "Ideal Land" are the causes of the existence of rebellious materialism.

By now, I have nothing to regret, just. It's a pity...for me, the limit of being a person, and the aura of being a person, there is nothing more than that.

I, what a small existence.

Perhaps, my expectation for another Gaochuan, another myself, is that he and them can prove it. It's really just a mistake for me to be so small, and the man "Gao Chuan". In fact, there is a greater potential and a greater possibility. Even if you don't rely on the "mystery", it is a "hero" who can save someone.

And I, I can't do it anymore-I only rely on myself, only humans. Nothing can be done. This is my answer and my path.

So--

Please, Jiang.

I love you, and I can only love you. so. Please prove that you are the witch who guided me to the dream land of gold.

"I have also been to the tower, and I met an old hunter...maybe it was the one Old Hawk had fought against." I said.

At this moment, both men and women seemed a little surprised, and then fell silent for a moment.

"I also understand the situation of the tower a little bit. It's natural to go crazy." I admitted.

"Then what about you? Are you crazy now?" the man said sarcastically.

"Maybe." My answer made him seem to choke.

"Then, please tell me, hunter." The young woman asked, "What do you want to do? Do you think you can spend the deepest night safely?"

"There is very little I can do." I said, "Probably as Old Hawke said, a terrible monster will come and most people will die... But I will protect as much as possible People here. Maybe I can’t do it, but I want to do it."

"I know, no one expects you to do anything. Maybe what you do will only attract hatred and complaints." The young woman said, "Even so, can't you stop you?"

"Yes." I said, "My advice to you is that you can go to the chapel when you have to When planting, it is absolutely unsafe to stay in the room."

"What is a last resort? Those monsters come in?" The man said, "No, it's impossible. They cannot come in unless they are invited, just like you. You and them can only stay outside! This is the price of becoming a hunter!"

"You said that a terrible monster will come...Since it’s such a terrible monster, I don’t think it will also be subject to such rules." I replied calmly, "If this Room, you can refuse everything you don’t want to accept. Then, what Old Hawke said, the future in which everyone will die, will not come. However, since you choose to hide in it, and Old Hawk predicts that everyone will die, That means that hiding in the house is no longer absolutely safe. Perhaps at some point, your room will become a deadly cage."

"No, how is it possible! There can be no such thing..." The man's voice weakened. He wanted to refute, but he seemed unable to refute it.

"It sounds like the same thing. Hunter." The young woman said, "I see, I will think about it seriously. I am not afraid of death, but I don't want to die like this. Maybe I can survive, What do you say? Hunter. Please take care of yourself, you are different from us."

"May you be safe." I bowed my head and bowed and stopped staying.

The man's wailing sound was heard behind him. He seemed to really want to understand, so he felt more desperate.

I think this man is more desperate and more painful than the patients in the chapel who accepted the "doomsday truth". However, everything I have seen proves that everything that must be accepted will not change because they are full of hope or despair, happiness or pain.

The established "script" is ruthless and mandatory. This is destiny.

However, because of pain and despair, no change will be brought about, so don’t despair, don’t suffer. I don't believe that the end is the truth, but if there is such a falsehood in the end that can make people less painful and less desperate, then proclaim it as "truth". The vulnerable people always need these as pillars.

I kept walking out of the place far away from the gathering place before stopping. From the slope, I looked down at the little lights. The lights were like flames that lure moths.

I think what I need is: a large number of monsters appear in the shelter, and then at a desperate moment, I appear as a hero, killing all the monsters, and saving everyone's script.

A hearty fight can ignite their gradually desperate hearts. Even if this is nothing but a falsehood.

I don't know whether ~IndoMTL.com~ a heart that is no longer so desperate and painful will let them survive the night. But besides the hopes and possibilities that seem to be visible, what else can I bring to them?

I really can't be a hero. Just like the beak mask on his face. The people who wore it in the past were also the ones who were doing things similar to me in essence.

In the face of the terrible plague disaster that killed one third of the European population, these guys wearing beak masks, rushing to save people, used methods that proved useless and cruel afterwards, in fact, apart from bringing In addition to giving people false hope and real fear, how many people have really been saved by only counting "individual" doctors?

However, because they are not alone, they have made progress in the cruel inheritance.

Now, I have only one person. I have no inheritor, I am an inheritor myself.

I am the only hunter left in this nightmare world.

I stood quietly on the hillside, waiting... (to be continued...)