Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1495: The tide of human form

The active walking of consciousness, the grotesque presented in the ideological world of alienated Youjiang, is creating a strange linkage in my memory. w(ww.. Although it is impossible to isolate this kind of attack, nor to find out the context, but the idea that "nothing happens in the walking of consciousness" makes me not surprised by my own abnormality. Just do it from the beginning Be prepared and imagine that "the situation will definitely exceed expectations" and anyone can calm down.

I have confidence in my ability to bear it.

The enemy is not in front of you. Although the alienation of Youjiang is still increasing, it does not mean that where I am, is where her power hits directly.

It is also possible that when I entered her world of consciousness, she also entered my consciousness backward. Although in theory, the consciousness of the two sides will not fight separately, and when I was invaded by her, I would not feel at all when it entered. However, since this fact has been born, then I am trying to find it. Before the reason, we must first face the crisis brought about by this fact.

I am not a real conscious walker, so I have always been deeply alert that I will encounter situations that I have never encountered before. When the thoughts are still flickering, the invisible channel of grazing has been formed.

With the shortest distance, I passed each Alihua Youjiang side by side, and ran straight back and forth.

Even if you move in the ideological world, you can also reflect all the characteristics of the plunder. For me, this is undoubtedly a good card.

However, if you want to walk out of consciousness at this time, there seems to be other troubles.

It is still the gates when I came to stop me from moving forward. When I came, they were closed tightly, and when I returned, they were still closed tightly. This is also a scene completely different from my past conscious walking. In the past, after these “doors” were opened, they would not close by themselves again, but the current situation is also an extremely fierce counterattack for me-when the route is intercepted by these gates. No matter how fast it is, it must stop.

Each time there is a pause, every time the door is opened again, it will consume more time. These gates are stacked on top of each other, with almost no gaps. It also makes the sweeping lose the meaning of the degree-passing the distance between two points with the fastest degree, this is the meaning of high existence, but if the distance between the two points infinitely approaches zero, the meaning of high movement And the effect will be weaker.

This is not the vast world outside, but a narrow passage. Said to be "narrow". ╪╪┡┡┢╪╪.(. The visual experience may not be very deep. For example, forgetting to the left and right is an endless extension of space. There is even no limit at the foot of where one must walk." "Road", however, the "door" is true. It just stands there and pushes it open to go deep or withdraw. This is the meaning of "door".

Every conscious walker probably has his own unique way of walking. And my consciousness walking is done through the form of "passing through the door". Some people may think that there is no need to fix any form, but in fact, if there is no form, it is really confused. No Know how to complete the movement of "conscious walking".

For me, "opening the doors to the depths of the soul" is a way to gradually penetrate into the other's ideological world. It may not be the best, but it is the best I can understand. You must first let yourself understand. Can do it, can do it, this is what I think is the most significant difference between walking consciously and activity in the material world-of course. Depending on the actual situation, there are many complicated and changeable situations.

However, under normal circumstances, the conscious walking mode of "opening the door" will not change, even at this moment. This kind of formality has indeed brought me considerable obstacles. No, maybe I should think so. It was Alienated Youjiang who saw through my conscious walking style and used this form of manifestation to lay out the obstacles in front of me.

The ideology is too weird and smart, so it is a dangerous and uncertain factor for any mystery expert. I had this knowledge in the past, but now it has become even more profound.

Every time I open the door, I can clearly feel my memory, just like the muddy lake that has been lifted up by a shovel. It is not just forgotten, ignored, unconscious, and subconsciously avoided. Things are pouring out, and there are some scenes that I originally thought I didn’t know, and even images that really surprised me began to appear in my mind-I always have a question, when something makes me feel strange, I have never encountered it before, but suddenly appeared in my mind. So, are these things "illusions" or "lost memories"? Was it "implanted"? Was it "awakened"?

I pushed open the "door" hard, and tried my best to move forward, but the more violently the huge and invisible shovel swung, the frequency of stirring the silt always made me feel dull. These things that have been forcibly turned out from the silt of memory flash past with a degree that makes people too late to reflect, and then disappear like bubbles. This is the opposite of the uncomfortable expansion of thoughts. If the forced thinking is too intense, it will People feel that their heads will explode at any time, so the rapid presentation and disappearance of these memories will only give people a deep feeling of "digested".

It's not being eaten, but the nutrients that make up the soul are stolen, swallowed, and digested by foreign objects that are not one's own-its disgusting and terrifying, which cannot be compared with any description, even "extreme" and "very". Vocabulary can't describe one or two accurately. ┞╪═┝═╞. ".

This intense and negative feeling forced me to open the "doors" in front of me more and more desperately. However, even if I wanted to concentrate on everything I had, I couldn't actually do it. My memory was disturbed. The inexplicable chain reaction cannot be ignored by one's own subjective will. The kind of constant delay of anxiety will not happen because of self-preparation. All emotions and thoughts, like a derailed train, do not know where to rush, and cannot stop them, but they are enough to make people realize that "it will definitely not be a good thing."

Suddenly, I heard the voice behind me. The sound was so weird, like the sound of a greasy liquid surging, which can be felt only from the sound, it is an "extremely huge" thing. I couldn't help but look back, only to see a wave-like scene composed of piles of figures.

Those figures all look like alienated Youjiang. The only difference is that these figures have been deformed in the squeeze between each other, as if they had no bones, and they seemed to be from the skin to the inside. All of them are kneaded with soft rubber, just like the softened clay baked by the stove, kneading into a human shape, and like pitch being poured into a mold, but the mold is pulled out before it solidifies. The collapsed human form has a number far beyond the range that can be counted. Stacked disorderly, entangled with each other, the head seems to be squeezed out of a pile of hands and feet, and it is difficult to distinguish which hands and feet come from which specific body.

These alien human figures from Youjiang are all expressionless faces. And the female face with weird beauty. It also deformed in the violent squeeze, losing all its beauty, leaving only weirdness and distortion.

It's not a "person" or even a "monster", it's just a "distorted humanoid shape". This cognition, at the first sight of this wave of human form, couldn't help but rush to my heart.

It's horrible, it's too distorted, it's too weird, but the more I look at it. The more I can’t look away, as if there is a power to grab my heart, make my bones creak, and make the body’s secretion unregulated. However, these abnormal feelings are actually addictive. Ingredients, the more you feel, the more you can't extricate yourself. I know, I have no pleasure at all. There are only nausea and fear, but when the nausea and fear reach their extremes, will people be addicted to this distortion?

I turned around again to open the door. Every time I open a door, I always feel that this is the last door, but after opening, there is only another door close at hand. I push it away again, and it reappears, as if it never ends. How many doors did he open? I suddenly don't remember. However, there is a feeling of "more than before." This kind of feeling makes people desperate, as if this is a trap, and I will never be able to open all these doors because they are "infinite".

The front is like an endless "door", behind is a tide of weird human figures desperately coming in. Memories are disturbed, thinking cannot be stopped, and the soul is also being "digested". Nothing makes me feel There is no good feeling that will not make me feel despair and fear. I feel that I have nowhere to escape, even if I fight back, I can't find a specific target to attack.

But, isn't this a very familiar feeling?

When this rhetorical question rang in my heart, it was so cold and calm. In that chaotic, frantically surging thoughts and emotions, its solitude made me unable to ignore its existence. No, it should be said that when everything is chaotic, disordered, desperate and fearful, such a cold and calm question is set off extremely eye-catching.

I feel like my time is frozen at this moment.

These despairs and fears born out of weirdness, distortion, powerlessness, and nowhere to escape, are not exactly when faced with "virus" and "Jiang", not when doing doomsday syndrome, they have always been by their side. Is it? Although the desperate, distorted and terrifying scenes presented are different, sometimes there are some concrete images, and sometimes there are not, but the emotions that arise in the end are not all the same?

Or, what are the levels of despair and terror? No, I answered to myself, of course there is no. There is no difference between despair and extreme despair, and neither are fear and extreme fear. For others, they may be accustomed to describing differences in degree, but "despair" is already the most extreme description, and the "fear" born with "despair" is also the most extreme one. kind.

So, why should I be so panicked?

Ah, because, did I forget something?

However, even if the specific memories disappear in the face of unknown mystery, the emotions generated by those memories remain unchanged from beginning to end. Despair is still despair, and fear is still fear. It has not become anything else, and there is no sign of fading away.

Who said that the oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

From this oldest and strong emotion, I feel something that I haven't lost. No, it should be said that it is precisely because I can strongly feel that I am losing a lot of things. Instead, the things that have never changed, have been there, and have not been stripped off, are more and more exuding the texture of their existence.

Although I can feel it, I can't describe it. Although it is in the depths of me, I can't tell where it is. It seems to be the depths, it seems to be the depths of consciousness, and it seems to be the depths of the soul trying to describe the nature of the self. Except for the fact that "it exists" is known, any other factors describing its existence are unknown.

The connection between it and me seems to be nothing but despair and fear. Despair and fear are the only two lines connecting me and it. These two lines are invisible and tough, as if I have always been there since I had my life, but sometimes I will be affected. Ignore the past. Fear and despair seem to be passed from it, but it is like when I feel despair and fear, I can feel its existence by following these two lines.

What is it?

It is——

"Jiang!" I couldn't help yelling, I couldn't tell what kind of emotion my yelling was with. This emotion was so chaotic and full of emotions. I seem to have called this name countless times as I do now, so how many times is it? I can't remember. Although I called out the name, I didn't feel the slightest feeling of "rejoicing" or "saved" at all. Instead, after calling out the name ~IndoMTL.com~ the only two lines connecting us-despair and fear-tremble with a terrible degree.

It is waking up. It is just a "wake up" activity, which makes the colors of despair and fear more lively and vivid. Compared with it, it seems that the violent despair and fear before are all a kind of " dead".

However, the liveliness and vividness of despair and fear cannot make people happy at all.

It seems to be an indescribable huge object whose specific shape cannot be seen clearly. From the abyss under the deep sea, from the remote and infinite darkness, it lifted up an insignificant tentacle. However, even things that are insignificant to it are completely out of the load of where I am.

I couldn't open the door again. I can't do anything. Everything I can see is still at this moment, and even the tide of human form is frozen in a posture that is about to fall.

The indescribable red, like a dye, blooms from a certain point in the space, swallowing everything in an instant. (To be continued.)

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