Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1525: Reinforcement arrived

With the help of the detonation of the peninsula data hedging space, the fierce battle has once again returned to a balanced and fragile situation, except that I can still complete observations of myself and do not confirm whether I am in an "unknown" state, other People are indeed in a state where I cannot complete a comprehensive observation to a certain extent-I don’t know what they are in, what they are thinking, what they plan to do, and what changes are happening to them. Body, and whether such changes are good or bad for them, whether it is a success of the plan or a temporary failure.

I don't know anything. Although I still have my eyes open, I can see the sun and the coast, but in terms of information, I have completely fallen into a completely cut-off passivity-just like the darkness covering the interior of the peninsula, although I can vaguely see the unnatural outline and feel There are hidden dangers, but nothing more.

 "; I feel that my situation is so bad, with unimaginable malice peeping at me, it makes a swallowing sound, and it oozes fishy salivation, but even so, I don’t feel any discouragement. ——In other words, if only this degree of discouragement retreats, Gao Chuan himself will not be able to fight until now.

Until the moment of deciding victory or defeat, everything is possible. Before everyone reaches the limit, there are countless kinds of deviations at work. Since the light of the torch exists here, then this kind of deviation cannot be bad for a certain person, but "although it cannot be directly confirmed, everyone must be in a bad situation for themselves". Maybe I feel that I am isolated and helpless, and I am in a state of extremes where I can't do anything, but I also can't rashly think that other people are better than myself.

I thought, guessed. It is inferred that every detail that I know repeatedly, from the past to the present, and the understanding of every organization's characteristics are preserved as intelligence, and they have always been playing a role. This was the case in the past, and it is the same now. Any guesses, intuitive feelings, and fantasy-like imaginations are not for no reason, they are the results of my observation and interpretation of the world in which I live.

I believe in myself. No, rather, I must believe in myself. Because my secret cannot be told. Can't make others believe, then, when you think about it with such a secret, and take action, who can you trust besides yourself? By now, my former companions have become ascetics on another road, and I am the only one. Walk in the direction that diverges from them.

Too hard, too painful. It's so sad. However, because of so much hardship, so much pain, and so much sadness, I will not bear it. If you don't witness, if you don't walk such a road, who can explore the possibilities on this road for me?

"I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" I said to myself, and suddenly felt. It is not meaningless that I am where I am today. In other words, I am walking on a path that only I can walk on-and isn't this a manifestation of "I am unique"?

No one will do what I am doing, so I have to do it. It's so simple.

Don’t doubt, don’t retreat, don’t give up doing what you should do because you can’t be a hero, because everyone born in this world must be meaningful and possess innate mission.

I heard the sound of the waves. Accompanied by the sound of the waves, there is a sound like coming from the deep sea, like my illusion, like a call to me, as if telling me my mission, affirming the meaning of everything I do, this sound makes me peaceful , Let me calm, let me get the comfort of my soul, let me get the slightest rest in the great terror and anxiety.

I didn't start to think about the entangled and unrecognizable status quo, and ignored the mystery of the wolves and the tigers. There is black water in front of me, and darkness behind me. On the beach between me, I am as fragile as a sand castle, but now let go of the anxiety about this fragility. Under this deadly oppressive sky, take a good rest.

I found a stone, sat down, and lit a cigarette without thinking about where the cigarette and the lighter came from. The taste is so familiar, bitter, and choking, just like I used to, I don't actually like cigarettes, but after smoking it, I gradually get used to it. I am accustomed to this silent, bitter, firmly spreading taste toward the mouth.

One cigarette burned out, and I lit another one. At this time, I heard the sound of waves again—no, this time it was not an illusion, not from inner noise and thoughts, but from a real sound. It is the propagation of waves in matter. Although it comes from Heihe, it is not the sound of Heihe itself. I watched where the sound came from. On the horizon that divides the world, Heihe seemed to extend farther, but there was a silhouette coming in the opposite direction, gradually becoming bigger and clearer.

I stared at the silhouette that grew from childhood, knowing that it was a boat. After the storm came, the peninsula was cut off from the world. In the phenomenon of abnormal changes, I don’t know how the surrounding residents would view the peninsula. Although the separation of the Youjiang River was alienated, the momentum caused by it has torn the dark clouds covering the sky. The huge impact caused by, also tore through the harsh climate outside the peninsula and let the sky clear up, but doesn't the clearness outside the peninsula set off the peninsula today so abnormal and terrible?

These black waters and darkness surrounding the peninsula must be scenes that are incompatible with the normal past. No, because of the existence of Blackwater, maybe there are not many survivors around the peninsula, and even from known intelligence, there are not many "humans" left in the entire repeater world. Therefore, the people who come by boat at this time will definitely not be ordinary people.

Who would it be? Maybe it is reinforcements-there is such a voice in my heart telling myself the answer.

The boat is getting closer, at an astonishing speed, but there is no rapid sailing on the water, as if it is drifting with the flow, but before a smoke burns out, it has reached the bank of the river. The peninsula wharf is elsewhere, but this boat chose where I am. The boat looks like a classic ferry on the peninsula. It is similar in size to the one we took when we went to the island, but there was no sound of engines and no whistle. Like a ghost, pushed by the desperate black water, rushed straight to the beach.

I didn't get up, just sat quietly on the rock, watching it.

The cabin opened. One by one, someone climbed onto the deck and jumped off the deck. As I guessed. They were all acquaintances, John Bull and others in the team, who had not appeared on the peninsula before. The four teams of the previous team and a commander-in-chief, a total of five leaders, only came to the commander-in-chief "Rivet" himself. Now all the members are here: John Bull of the Internet, Sigma Team of Torchlight, Louise of the Black Nest, and Chameleon Team of the Sunstriders, after forming the team. The four teams have their respective positions, and the situation on the peninsula has changed as it is today. Even if they are not on the peninsula, they definitely have a huge contribution in the rear.

The managers of the Paris area bases I met in Paris: Kyoko and Ryder.

Among them are Wenqing and his wife. Although they have met very few times, I know that they have special identities in the team because their origins are related to the Central Duchy.

There are many others who only have an occasional glimpse. Not very familiar, don't know the name. But it cannot be said to be a member of a stranger.

As well as the style of behavioral attire, there are obviously electronic demon messengers with traces of this repeater world, such as the puppet messenger Gregya. These electronic demon messengers must have produced a huge change in their own mysterious power, otherwise it will be difficult to escape the black water changes of the four-day courtyard Kayako. Furthermore, the mysterious experts who originally transformed themselves into electronic demon messengers in order to adapt to this repeater world can live to the present. It must have changed the identity of the electronic demon messenger again through some method.

The total number of this batch of reinforcements reached forty-three people-it's really surprising. According to my initial estimate, it was about "no casualties in the black water plan of Sitianin Kayako". , So many people are left. It seems that the plan for the 51st District is crazy. But it is not without scruples. And the 51st District still maintains a kind of detached relationship. In this way, it is not surprising that people who are forced to become electronic demon messengers can survive when the black water strikes.

I don't know how the team can do it, but because I believe they can do it, I can trust them with the whispers. Now that they are all on the peninsula, it is not surprising who is the last team to get out of the cabin.

However, there are only three people: Zuochuan, Sakuya, and Hakjing. When I left, there were more than three whispers. The other two additional entrants, the female foreman and female teacher who were planted by Father Edward the "mysterious seed", obviously also awakened their mysterious power, but still did not escape the fate of death? Although it was confirmed that the "Mysterious Seed" was the product of Father Edward's experiment, he was prepared for the worst of their situation. However, they failed to see the two come out with Sakiya and the others. I feel a little sad.

I have no surprises about the whisperers’ arrival on the peninsula. In other words, their arrival proves how bad the world outside the peninsula is today. "The whisperers must and the remaining people arrive on the peninsula" is simply the inevitable result of many factors. In fact, whether you come to the peninsula or not, it is equally unsafe. There is no real safe place in the repeater world-and when I rushed into Las Vegas with the team, I knew it would definitely turn into this situation. Maybe the details are different from what I initially thought, but the result is the same. The arrival of the doomsday and the collapse of the repeater world, no matter what factors have caused such a process in the eyes of others, it means that the Las Vegas repeater is at a sensitive and fragile balance. And this balance point is also the premise of the "Raiders Las Vegas Repeater".

So many people died, so much pain and sorrow were caused, and it was full of conspiracies and tricks, and there were unexpected deviations everywhere. Even so, the plan was indeed being implemented well. That's awesome, guys.

"Agawa!" Sakuya rushed over as soon as I got off the boat, hanging around my neck like a puff of food, "Agawa! Agawa! Agawa! Agawa!" Her voice seemed to be magical, making me Can't help the tears in his eyes. I hugged her tightly, breathed the smell of her body, and listened to her voice. She just called my name, but it was more than a thousand words to me. I don’t know what to say at this time. There are thousands of sensibility rolling in my mind, like a huge wave overturning every thought boat, engulfing these boats in a huge vortex and pulling it into my mind. Of the depths.

A huge sense of relaxation came from my brain, like a warm breath passing through the gaps in the nerves, blood vessels, and muscles. After such a short and long battle, I felt that I finally got a moment of peace, as if the terrifying and complicated battles were all gone at this moment.

I can't express my emotions. I suddenly feel that my thousands of words can't describe my feelings. I just remained silent, tears still coming out of my eyes.

Hakkei also came up, holding me and Sakiya from the side. The weight of her body and the strength of her arms are all pressing on us~IndoMTL.com~ But I just feel that she is too light, as if only a heavier force is pressed on my body to make me feel more deeply. To feel her presence. I don't know if Hakkei is crying, but Sakuya has already made a whimpering sound. In the days when the black water was raging, the two must have suffered unprecedented pains in the past. They did not know themselves in the hospital reality, did not know themselves in the doomsday illusion, for them, this repeater world was all of them. The world, and this world has changed drastically, the destruction and despair brought about by the doomsday destroyed everything known in the past.

Even if there is no black water raging, there will inevitably be other incredible disasters. People will not get joy from them. On the border between death and dying, I don't think crying and vulnerability are a shameful thing.

Even in my cognition, this world is just a repeater world, but I can feel the pain, sadness and despair more than anyone else. Because, even if it is not this repeater world, other worlds are the same. In the eyes of patients with doomsday syndrome, no matter what the world looks like, there are similar shadows, full of despair, madness, grief and pain, and even let People have to be hysterical, struggling desperately, frustrated, as if their soul has fallen into the darkest abyss. (To be continued.)

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