Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1570: The dead’s counterattack

The gloomy, gloomy human form loses the details of human limbs, and then becomes an image-like picture. The background of the universe is like a hole made by this gloom, no matter from which direction, it is just a The hole facing the observer, no one knows what is hidden in the hole, but it makes me feel that it is definitely not empty, and it is definitely not a "passage." [Sogou, 360, soso search jdxs free download novel] Its way of existence is confusing, but it will definitely not be illusory. If it can be observed in depth-some people will think so, but, as long as If you have such an idea, you will definitely be swallowed by the fear that arises spontaneously.

I am terrified and desperate. Crazy emotions circulate in every nerve along with the surge of thoughts. Even so, the battle must continue. I know very well, no, I should say, I firmly believe that even if I am "eaten", it will definitely not be the end, but the beginning of the Jedi counterattack.

The principle is the same. If something cannot be broken from the outside, breaking it from the inside is the only option. In the limitations of human beings, thinking in a human way, and the only feasible conclusion reached, someone had done that before me.

Sitian Hospital Gaya Coconut, Doctor Ruan Li.

The gloomy human form imprisoned my right hand. This right hand is neither mine nor Youjiang's, but belongs to both of us. It is like a bridge, a shackle that locks me and it together. I couldn't escape, I subconsciously fought back, hysterically stimulating all the weapons that I could use at the same time. Even so, I know very well that my counterattack at this time is absolutely powerless and ineffective.

The special seed ammunition has come out from the closed armor, like a storm, but even if it hits, these ammunition are only "engulfed by the gloom".

I was entangled in such an unclear darkness. A force full of malice, making the right hand seem to be constantly struggling, intense pain. Infiltrate from the right hand, follow the connection with the left eye, and stir in the dense passage. Before the third round of shooting, my right palm completely collapsed. Starting from the material form, it disintegrated and became finely divided flesh and blood, and the ashes that flesh and blood turned into again, the ashes will also become more finely fragmented, until they can't be seen directly. Then, the gloom replaced this palm, starting from the wrist and spreading to the entire arm.

I am being "gnawed".

There are no teeth, and there is no need to refuse, but what was eaten is broken down. The speed of decomposition is so fast, and the final decomposition is so thorough, but the "pain" itself is left in an extremely abnormal way, and it is constantly amplified in perception. People can't wait to die completely. However, although gnawing is not slow, it is definitely not fast. I have nowhere to escape. I can only endure the pain and the horror born from the cognition of being gnawed.

Death becomes a luxury at this time.

Madness is the intention to get rid of painful hysteria.

Despair is the product of a present situation that is absolutely inescapable of getting rid of.

I will not faint. No, if you can choose. I would not faint because of such pain, fear, despair and madness. In this negative feeling like a flood, I struggled, opened my eyes wide, and stared at the gloom. Watching the gnawed self, watching the process of dying. I want to brand all of this in my mind. As for why, probably because there is still a spark of hope in my heart.

I want to call that name. However, I endured it, not calling that name. I think she will definitely appear, but I don't think that she should appear in my call. Because she should not be my savior, what she did, as she said, was to save the end. Therefore, she chooses her goal, chooses the timing of her action, and chooses the venue for her battle. All of these are not in response to someone's call, but only a decision made by her own will.

But she will definitely show up, no matter what the jaw-dropping way.

My consciousness was agitated in the pain and fear of dying, like a frequency that jumped several steps, with a frequency that even I can't even imagine, it would be so violently moved. Gradually, I didn’t know what I was thinking. I only knew that my thoughts had become a tsunami that was more terrifying than any abnormal moment in the past. After breaking the dam, it spread to all directions in a plain and field. Nothing. Tethered, unblocked, scattered, soaked, turning the soil into a swamp, exuding a rotting stench, spreading screams and death.

Even so, I am still awake, no, although I feel that I am still awake, but objectively speaking, in the eyes of a third party, whether I have collapsed consciously is a bit unclear. . The dark thing has gnawed away from the shoulders to the knees. I can still feel the sensations above the neck and below the knees, but this fragmented sensation is still not positive and comfortable. , Refreshing, if there is such a kind of person, he and my definitions of "positive", "comfortable" and "refreshing" are completely opposite, then I believe that he will never find him in this state The feeling he needs.

For anyone, it is the "negativity" that he recognizes, but it is unbearable. I have seen this kind of power in the past. It is the power of Saya, and it is a distortion of Saya. As long as there are positives and negatives in cognition, as long as you can think and feel, you can only taste "suffering"? This is Father Edward's intention.

I was in a trance, as if I saw a huge Saya immersed in an even greater torrent of black water. The black water overflowed from every inch of it and was swallowed with countless mouths. The figures of Sitianyuan Kayako and Father Edward are also looming in the black water. They are like one of the faces, and like an illusion caused by a flow phenomenon.

The figure I want to see stands on the shore--I think, in fact, the black water is permeated here, and there is no shore. It's just that the figure stands in that place, and that place becomes a "riverbank". As for this "river bank" is it made of mud or something else? Then there is no idea at all that I want to understand. I also feel that all this is just an illusion on the verge of it, but she is here.

Doctor Ruan Li...

I didn't say the name. I just seemed to stand at the end of an illusion, staring at the solitary figure. At this time, she was the same as she had seen in various hallucinations in the past. The white coat that represented the identity of the researcher was swaying windlessly, and she was carrying an ordinary-sized suitcase. She seemed to be watching Heishui and Saya, watching the various phenomena in Heishui, but she seemed to be just standing there. Falling into self thoughts. She seemed to be waiting, and she seemed to be doing calculations.

I hope she can look back at me.

So, she turned around and looked at me. But that face became so fuzzy, no, to be precise, it had no five senses, it was completely impossible to distinguish. Is it really Dr. Ruan Li? It's just that the silhouette, the hair, the attire, and the sight that can still be felt from the face without facial features are so clear and familiar, as if engraved in the soul, let me know. This is the current Doctor Ruan Li.

Is this an illusion? Is it unreal? Is it because I have gone mad to see these things? Although this kind of question also breeds in my heart, the answer is no longer important. Because, I want to believe, no, I should say, I insist on believing, Dr. Ruan Li is here, in such a seemingly illusory and extremely profound way.

I want to walk over, but my legs don't listen. Only then did I realize that I was not standing in this strange place in the form of a human, but floating in the air in the form of a crow. I flapped my wings and flew up. Looking down from a high place, all the sounds made became the hoarse and gloomy accents of the crows.

I want to fly to Dr. Ruan Li, but I can't cut into that strange environment anyway. I obviously feel that I am so close to them, but there seems to be an invisible barrier between us. However, Dr. Ruan Li watched my flight. When I watched her, there was a sudden feeling that she was smiling. Although there are no five senses and cannot be expressed in posture, the feeling of "she is laughing" is so powerful that it doesn't feel like an illusion.

I think she is saying: this is the time.

So, the figure once again faced the direction of the black water, carrying the suitcase and striding forward, from the coast where the black water could not be soaked, into the unpredictable black water. The black water overflowed her waist, and Saya’s movements set off a huge black wave, washing in all directions, and then the voices of countless people came, like the cry of pain, like the cry of despair, like a giant struggling giant. Roar. But none of this can knock her down.

Doctor Ruan Li stood straight in the water, the black water soaked her waist, the wave opened and covered her, the wave retreated, revealing the straight figure like a javelin again. She unhurriedly opened the suitcase floating on the black water, took out one test tube after another, and poured the dark purple liquid inside into the black water—I know, it is a "paradise", not seen in the past. Any kind of "paradise", and it is the final masterpiece of Dr. Ruan Li in this repeater world. Immediately afterwards, Dr. Ruan Li also drank "Paradise". Her body was rapidly exhausting and melting. It was like a human-shaped candle melted in the heat, flowing into the black water, and following the deep purple toward the black water. Spread farther and deeper.

When I was a little more awake, it was like waking up from a nightmare, and what I saw was still the darkness close at hand, and I only had my head still not eaten up, at least my brain and eyes It's still turning, because I can't hear any sound, so I can't confirm whether the ears are intact.

There seems to be something wrong with the darkness. I can’t see much from the outside, but its gnawing speed seems to be slowing down. Even so, after three seconds, I lost my jaw, my tongue, and then my nose. After losing my nose, Gloom's gnawing on me stopped completely. It seemed that there was a faint other color that grew out of the gloom. If Gloom was acted as a faint black with a sense of transparency, then, this other one. This color is extremely close to black, but it is thicker and full of realism, and therefore appears extremely turbid, it is almost ignored in the gloom.

Has it started? As I expected.

Just as Father Edward wanted to use Saye to control the black water and expel Sitianyuan Kayako. Just like Sitianyuan Kayako lurking in the black water, defeated Father Edward from the inside and became the final individual. Just as this four-day courtyard Jia coconut still wants to draw a gourd, merge with Youjiang, become a part of this monster, and then get rid of it. Dr. Ruan Li did the same thing. She was in the Black Water, accompanied by the combination of Black Water and Saya, and with this combined monster being swallowed by another monster named Youjiang, she was there all the time, and then At that moment like an illusion, she began her extermination. If Sitianyuan Jiacoco wants to become a virus that acts on the inside of Youjiang~IndoMTL.com~ Then, what Dr. Ruan Li wants to do is probably aimed at The "drug" of Youjiang situation.

Whether the "virus" of Sitianyuan Jia coconut can really make Youjiang "sick" and eventually erode it completely, I can't feel any signs here. However, the performance of Dr. Ruan Li as a "drug" is more obvious and intense.

The gloom that Youjiang has melted has been still, and it is being saturated with deep purple, but these reactions are quite calm, rapid and gentle. The infested part is fading from the outline of my body, and the gnawed part is exposed. Everything is left. I can neither see nor feel it. It is completely lost, but unexpectedly, it is not allowed. I am dead.

The muscles are gone, the blood is gone, the nerves and bones are gone, and the internal organs are gone. Even so, I still stand in a standing position, I can still breathe, and I can still think. When the gloom completely faded from my body, there was only one head left, floating in this cosmic void. Even so, I am still "alive" and I can still be sure of my existence. Not only can I think, but as my thoughts become able to condense, I also become more calm-I feel that I am calm, accepting such a scene and my own situation, the negative emotions of madness, fear and despair Although they are still growing, they are like being isolated behind a glass wall. I can see them clearly, but they can't get past me. (To be continued.)