Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1482: Rulong Er

In other impressions that Gao Chuan left me, Novsky was once a human being. What kind of character he was when he was a human being will not be mentioned first. When he was "transported" as the son of destiny to fifty After one area, when he appeared in front of people again, he had become a monster lacking humanity. I don’t know whether the lack of humanity and emotion is his disguise, or there is some power that really eliminates the sensibility that must exist as a social creature, but until now, I can clearly feel it Flowing from the depths of his heart, an emotion called "fear".

It's like his heart that was rolled by the power of a repeater and became as hard as steel. A crack was corroded by the abnormality and strength of the alienated Youjiang. When this crack appeared, the name The erosion of "fear" will deepen.

I glanced at Novsky, and I can understand his feelings and the choices he will make next. Because this kind of inner erosion is not purely due to the instinctive fear of threatening the existence of my own life. This kind of fear is complicated. It seems to stem from my own weakness or the strength of the enemy, but what is the essence? Can't understand.

A strong will and an instinct for transformation can hardly stop the erosion of this fear. Even if the heart is made of anticorrosive and highly resistant materials, or even if it is a completely rational thing that should not have any sensibility, it is impossible to escape the fate of being caught by this fear. It seems that as long as you can think, you can’t avoid feelings of this kind of fear, and you can’t prevent yourself from having all kinds of delusions in this kind of fear, making the fear deeper and the emotions more desperate-there is no evidence to prove that delusion Everything we arrive is real, but it is impossible to suppress the possibility of thinking that "all of this is real".

This kind of fear, and the existence of this kind of contagion, is the most terrifying mystery to me.

I have been with this fear, this mystery, this irresistible contagion for a long time. I actually had a relatively clear point in time for the beginning of all this-that was when I felt the existence of "Jiang".

Before and after I felt "Jiang", my cognition, destiny, and the world I observed were almost two completely different appearances. All that painful and desperate things, along with the emergence of the "Jiang" in my body, appeared in my world one by one. Sometimes, I can't even tell. Did "Jiang" first have this incredible adventure, or did these deep, painful and desperate fate exist, so I was placed in a "script" and discovered "Jiang".

For me now, it seems too late to figure out the question of whether the chicken came first or the egg came first. I have walked on a road that cannot be turned back. If I stop, or change direction, everything in my past will be denied. I sometimes feel that I am not afraid of being denied my past. Even if I knew that I could not be a hero, even if I assumed that my death would not be remembered by anyone, in my heart, it was just a faint melancholy, rather than a strong resistance to this fate.

The only thing I can't let go of is that in my memory, it seems to be the illusory promise that I don't know the true or false that is inscribed in the heart of every Gao Chuan. This promise is changing like a revolving lantern, like a fragment of memory and illusion, just like the promise made by the original Gao Chuan. Then it continues in each Gao Chuan and becomes a part of personality. Perhaps for every Gaochuan, including me, it has become the source of our persistent birth, death, despair and struggle.

If I gave up the path I took. So, will the path chosen by others be correct?

If I stop, look back, and do not do these things that are wrong in the eyes of others, can I have a better ending?

What evidence is there. Can it prove that the path I am unwilling to give up is a wrong path? In the face of the never-ending unknown, everyone thinks that they know more, so they seem to be more accurate, but is this kind of thinking really not arrogant?

In the face of a "virus" that cannot be observed, judged, or accurately described, is there really a correct route that will inevitably lead to a happy ending?

Who can, after I give up and die, go on the right path to save them whom Gaochuan loved so much?

Will I give up and die when the path I walked is actually the right path, but because of my failure, other people will subconsciously deny it, so that I will never be on the right path?

Yes, what I’m afraid of is not whether I exist or whether I am correct, but rather, if I don’t try, don’t go to the end of my path and touch that Mysterious ending. Then no one can prove that I am wrong or correct. Regardless of whether I am right or wrong, I must leave such an accurate impression on the successor Gao Chuan to ensure that he will not repeat the same mistakes.

Before me, no one has reached the ending, so I must go to an ending, no matter what it is.

I am a forerunner, carrying, not only salvation, but also a mission of blue ray.

With this will, I face the many sufferings, horrors, and despair before me.

Just as I don’t deny the simultaneous existence of another semaphore Gao Chuan, and the road firmly believed by Shise and Dorothy, I have never regarded them as enemies, precisely because, if they don’t go on, the same It is also impossible for people to understand whether their choice is right or wrong. In this sense, Yitai Gaochuan is the forerunner just like me. It's just that he completely inherited the past plan, and I am developing a brand new plan. No one, without any evidence, can fully prove that we are right and wrong. If so, it is only due to our own sensibility, the limitations of cognition and observation, and the self-confidence to strengthen ourselves.

Perhaps, our roads will inevitably collide, but when we each do our best to walk on our own roads, even after the collision, one of them will be unable to move on, and they will certainly be able to overcome this regret and fighting spirit. , Entrust it to the other party.

Because we all have the same good wish to embark on this path of trying to become heroes. Under the unity of this Gaochuan will. Only the loser can look down, and the reborn can also abandon the shackles left by other Gaochuan personalities, go lightly, and face the terrifying future that every Gaochuan must experience.

I understand too much. What kind of blurry, weird and terrifying doomsday I am in. What we are facing is a weirdness that cannot be explained by common sense, experience and cognition.

It's not just me, everyone in this doomsday fantasy, no. It should be said that even if it is the reality of the hospital, everyone in the wide world beyond the island of the hospital is in such a dangerous, grotesque and terrifying future that I cannot observe.

So, whether Novsky wants to suppress this sense of fear and continue fighting, or immediately hold his head and squirrel around, it won't make my mood fluctuate at all. I will not despise him because he closes his eyes, nor will I look at him because his eyes are wide open. To accept, to fight, to accept him happily. Precisely because of his understanding of his situation, as early as when he was aware of his fear, he had accepted any possibility that existed in the face of that unpredictable fear.

I never expected these mysterious experts.

Since a long time ago, I have not expected anyone to be my hero and come to save me. Even if "Jiang" is in my body, it is the existence that I love, and it is also the existence that I think must love me. But it will also be silent and will disappear. It must be admitted that its goals and behaviors are completely unpredictable. These incomprehensibles will not change because of love or non-love. Because love is a kind of sensibility, but understanding is based on reason.

I think this pure love can save everything, but it is also very clear that this is just my wishful thinking. I act based on sensibility. But not only has sensibility, reason has never left my brain.

Think rationally, I can’t be the one to be saved, so I want to be a hero who can save someone more. No one can rely on, and the thing that can change everything the most is exactly what I love but cannot understand. On the way forward together, it can sometimes be arrogant and passionate, seeing thorns as nothing, but I can only bow my head in silence and walk on the path of my choice.

Life is unfair and unreasonable to everyone, so I threw myself into the mud, facing the shower, and couldn't help myself.

"Five minutes." I took a deep breath, spit it out again, and raised my gaze, colliding with Alien Youjiang again, "How long is left?"

"There are still four minutes left to play and count." Novsky, which was rare, showed a very humane wry smile.

"I'll deal with that monster. Reverse the demon and leave it to you, how about?" I suggested it without any hesitation. Instead, Novsky squashed a little, then hesitantly groaned. His tangled performance made me look more pleasing to the eye, because he was more like a person than he was before, rather than a monster.

It seems that his soul, after being greatly shocked, fell from a dimension that is out of reach to a dimension that everyone can reach. However, his strength is compared to the alienated Youjiang. The rebellious gray mist demon is still trustworthy.

I guess his mood at this time, perhaps he was once proud, and this pride was knocked out of the mud, as if the whole world was provoking him. If this is true for him, then he has never been a "monster", but is just regarded as a "monster" by others and himself. However, in the face of the alienated Youjiang, who is truly a monster, all "self-thinking" are so fragile.

Novsky is now terrified. The rancid smell of fear, even if I blocked my nose. Whether he admits it or not, even if he has the power of a repeater, as long as he can't overcome his inner fear, all he can greet is despair. Having fallen into this situation, Novsky cannot become an opponent of Alienating Youjiang at all—I have no evidence to prove my conclusion, but all the things I have encountered in the past are telling me this truth.

I stretched out my hand and patted him on the shoulder. Maybe it was the comfort of the senior to the younger? I don't know, I just sent it out of kindness. I could have ignored him, but he did catch me when I was falling. No matter what I thought, this kind of action was a kind of goodwill to me. I can't laugh at the previous fight with him, but at least, at this time, I can accept and give feedback on these kindnesses.

Without letting him continue to struggle, I put the spear on my shoulder and strode towards Alienated Youjiang.

I moved my wrists, the torn muscles and internal organs, under the powerful self-healing power of the fourth-level magic pattern messenger, recovered to the extent that I can go into battle again.

I wipe the blood from my nose, corners of my eyes, and ear holes. If I can, I want to get a cigarette.

Thinking about this, I subconsciously took out cigarettes and lighters from my pockets-they appeared strangely and inexplicably, but they couldn't surprise me anymore.

It would be great if everything can be "achieved" like this cigarette.

Thinking so, I flicked the cigarette into my mouth, grabbed it, and lit it.

The tweet of quarks came from the sky~IndoMTL.com~The chain judgment was launched again at the same time. This is like a firing gun. On the gray fog demon who was reversed by the alienated Youjiang, the red surface muscle texture had extremely subtle and complicated movements at this moment, and before these movements expanded into action She rushed away with it.

In an instant, invisible high-speed passages were scattered on this battlefield in the form of fragments, covering the earth and the sky.

The fragments continue to form channels in an instant and complicated way, change in the channels of different routes, and sometimes turn into fragments, scattered in other locations. I can't see it, but in my feeling, these fragments are like fragments of different colors in a kaleidoscope. Every time the kaleidoscope is rotated, these fragments will be assembled into different patterns.

I'm racing in this kaleidoscope of change. Every time I set foot, it is an extremely short time point that is indescribable to others. Every time I shift, it is difficult for them to pass through consciousness and Instinct catches up, let alone action. In chain judgment, these activities of humans and non-humans have different speeds, different reactions, different frequencies and movement patterns. However, the only thing that can really keep up with me is Alien Youjiang. (To be continued.)

...

...()