Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1724: Dream Story Three

I don’t care to admit my failure and death at all, because I have tried my best, because I have also seen more latecomers coming forward, I only regret that all of this tragedy did not end in my own hands. Don't let the later Gaochuan and others suffer more suffering. However, I'm just a high school student. Even if the world asks for me, how much can I ask for myself? I have tried my best. I see my limitations in my own limits. This limitation will not change because of how strong or weak I am in the eyes of others. Everything about me originates from me and ends with me. . So, I reached my limit, I died, and this is the end.

I am over. My rebirth is not a comeback after the end. No one has experienced the same experience as me, so no one can understand my thoughts, emotions, and attitude towards all of this. Whether it is a person who loves me, a person who hates me, or an inhumane, I can’t figure out every thread and countless complex things from my contradictory thoughts, emotions, and behaviors. Of me.

I don’t hesitate to tell Dr. Ruan Li everything about me, but I also know very well that even I can’t sort out everything about myself, because the elements that make up me who are standing here now are no longer Then there are only things that belong to oneself. The "virus" and "Jiang" have deeply imprinted my existence.

I chose to only be part of the conceptual "Gao Chuan". This is not due to feelings of inferiority or self-confidence, but just an endorsement of the name "Gao Chuan". I have died, and now I will choose to die. After all, there is only one "Gaochuan". This is what I firmly believe. The possibility of ending this tragedy may not be their limit for others, but, This is already my limit. Whether I admit it from the will or not, this is the case. There is not enough time or conditions to break this fact. The people I love deeply, the world in my eyes, have been suffering for too long in this desperate reincarnation.

I am not a saint, but since I think I have the possibility of ending all this, then I choose to end all this.

I told Dr. Ruan Li about my death, my regrets, my pain, the dream before death, the realization of dying, the peace after death and the joy of rebirth, I don’t expect her to be able to understand. This is a dream, I can talk about everything. The Doctor Ruan Li in front of me is not the same Doctor Ruan Li in my memory. She is independent in this dream, so I can speak freely to her. I can see that even when she is expressing concerns, her eyes are calm, understanding, and loving, just as I hoped, as if she was mentally prepared.

I don’t know what kind of attitude the Dr. Ruan Li in my memory would have after hearing what I said, but I don’t think she would be like her right now. However, I would not feel that Dr. Ruan Li in front of me is a "fake" because of this difference. No, rather, it is my luck to be able to see her again in my dream.

Yes, I feel very lucky. In my short life, there have been more than ten years of peace and a year of magnificence. Just this year is enough to offset the unscrupulous childhood. The reality that I encountered is crazier than any fantasies, more mysterious, and more unbelievable. I was lying in a hospital bed, imprisoned, talking to people, and thinking to myself, if it was just a subjective feeling, I think my life is more valuable than anyone, including those of the great men I know. This is not a boast, but just a summary of one's life.

I once again seemed to hear Zuo Jiang humming in my ears.

I followed the feeling and groaned softly:

"The first word is dream,

From a deep sleep,

Bring out my inner secrets quietly.

The second word is wind,

Let me swing my wings and fly to the arms of God,

Counting the sad past that has passed away,

The golden apple, another one fell..."

Doctor Ruan Li didn't know when he disappeared. I was lying on the hospital bed alone, unable to move in a small ward that was all white, without temperature or time. I was humming this song repeatedly, and I saw the familiar illusion, many people walking around in this room like ghosts, passing by me one by one, but they didn’t see me one by one, they just walked casually. Moving and floating, I can’t see them clearly. I just feel that, including them, everything that is pale and intimidating and frightening has gradually turned into a beautiful landscape painting, and my figure is there. This is in the picture.

I closed my eyes and decided to sleep in this dream. I was pretty sure that when I opened my eyes again, the other me would stand in front of me. Because this is "Gaochuan"'s commitment, and this is "Gaochuan"'s decision.

I heard a wind-like sound, as if it was responding to my song:

I'm here...I'm here...it says so.

Yes, you are here, in this body, in this soul, watching everything forever.

I am here... and you will never return... never return...

Listening to this dreamy singing, darkness surrounds me.

His body Gaochuan was in Mercedes-Benz, and he planned to reach the dock on Sanxian Island in no more than 20 minutes. However, he fell on the way. This fall was so strange and so natural. With his body balance and observation ability, he would never make such a mistake, but he fell like this. His head hit the ground, and his hands and feet, which could have reacted immediately, were unable to support his body before the impact, no matter how fast he moved.

Gao Chuan's eyes were black, and the infinitely dark and distant abyss swallowed him in one mouthful. All this is so familiar, because the same scene has been repeated in Gao Chuan's dream many times. Gao Chuan, who has become a conscious walker, already knows that this is the depths of his soul, a transfer station for conscious walkers to the collective subconscious of human beings. Here, there will always be some incredible things, and burst out that even oneself dare not. Believe in the potential, but also encounter the horror that even oneself cannot bear. There is not only me here, but there are other things that are not friendly, but they may also remind myself of something. The information here is so ambiguous, it is impossible to judge good or bad with one's own common sense and logic, and there are also situations that can be very dangerous once contacted.

If you keep falling into the abyss, and just fall, there is nothing wrong with it. The most scary thing is hidden under the abyss. I don’t know how deep it is, no matter how long or how long I have fallen. For a long distance, it seems to be always "down", and the seemingly inaccessible distance between itself and it is the best protection for oneself. Although I was worried about whether there will be an end to the fall, and whether it will come into contact with the terrible thing at the end, it turns out that I have never really shortened this distance.

Now, Gao Chuan looked down and saw it again. Just below that deep and unknowing how far away, the faint and huge outline clearly has no shape, and there are no organs such as "eyes", but it can make people feel that it is staring. Own. The familiar, unstoppable sense of fear spontaneously arises, and then changes suddenly come.

When Gao Chuan realized that, he was already standing in an infinite space full of white light. In this space, there was a spiral staircase. He realized that he was walking upwards continuously. When he realized that, He is already in the "upward" posture. The upward step seemed to be mechanical. In his mind, which should have been suppressed by the brain and hardware, leaving only reason, he had such an impulse to keep himself going up like this.

There was a voice saying to him, it was like his own voice:

I had a dream. When I walked up the stairs, I saw a faceless person standing there, but couldn’t walk to him. I talked to him, but he just stood there to me Smile silently. I want to know who he is, so I walked up this staircase again today...

When the voice said so, Gao Chuan saw the man. The other person was standing above the thirteen steps, smiling at him silently.

"Who are you?" Gao Chuan heard his own voice, but the sense of familiarity made him feel that it was not his own voice, at least not the current one.

This is the voice of a certain Gao Chuan, he thought, is he in the consciousness of a certain Gao Chuan? No, perhaps it should be said that the information left by a certain Gaochuan, the information left by the dead Gaochuan, is not a memory. Even the color center and the super Dorothy at that time did not have the ability to kill all the dead. Gaochuan’s personality information is completely preserved, and it is impossible to integrate all the information together before the brain hardware is fully activated. The remaining information is stored in Gao Chuan’s brain hardware in a way similar to “impressions”, but it is undeniable that even if it is just “impressions”, it is possible to drag one’s consciousness into a certain Gao Chuan’s “dream”. What's more, Gao Chuan is already a conscious walker nowadays, and "entering a dream" is just the instinct of a conscious walker.

Which Gaochuan dream is this? Gao Chuan thought, and the person standing on the top of the stairs could not see his face clearly, but various factors pointed to the result of "the other party is also a certain Gao Chuan." Moreover, that figure is too much to be caring about. Yi Tai Gao Chuan vaguely felt that he was that Gao Chuan. He couldn't help but think: So there was Gao Chuan in the past. Have you seen this Gao Chuan?

The person standing on the top of the stairs is of the "young Gaochuan" figure.

When Yitai Gaochuan thought so, he heard his own voice: "Are you me? Gaochuan?"

"Yes, I am Gao Chuan. I am glad to meet you, Gao Chuan." The smiling teenager above the stairs gradually became clear, as if he had removed a layer of veil that was hiding in front of him.

Gao Chuan's eyes crossed the young Gao Chuan's body. When the young Gao Chuan's figure became clear, he felt that there was something else behind him. When he glanced at it, he was immediately caught in his heart by an extremely terrifying sense of fear. He couldn't describe what it was, and it couldn't even be said to be something "you can look at with your eyes". When he looked directly at it, he knew it. It exists, but it cannot be described because, in fact, I don't see anything at all, I just know that it is there. Its presence is so strong, so terrifying, suffocating, people can't wait to see it.

However, it is attractive again. The more fearful it is, the more people can't wait to see it, and the more people can't help but stare at it.

"Did you see her?" the young Gao Chuan asked. He was smiling and his voice was gentle. In the sense of Gao Chuan, it was like he was chatting with himself. In more detail, It is a calm and gentle self chatting with a hard and cold self, a sensual self chatting with a rational self. But no matter how relative, it should still be oneself.

"Yes, I saw it." Yitai Gaochuan knew very well that he was talking about "it", while the boy Gaochuan was talking about "she." This decisive difference made Yitai Gaochuan know what "it" is.

"Is that Jiang?" Gao Chuan, who is the prosthetic body, suffered the fear of looking directly at "it"~IndoMTL.com~ asked as confirmation.

"Yes, it's Jiang." Young Gaochuan smiled and said, "I know that she you see is different from what I see, but no matter how different she is, she is her."

"Yes, it's all it." Gao Chuan put his hand on his waist, as he thought, he grabbed a hard object, which is a weapon, and the conscious walker is in such a dream. , Can always grab a weapon. Ordinary weapons are ineffective against "Jiang", and he has no idea why "Jiang" is here, and whether this "Jiang" will come with malicious intent, so he urgently needs a powerful force. Weapons. For example, critical weapons...No, just critical weapons are not enough. Something more than critical weapons is needed. Moreover, it is not something that can define its lethality with common sense and normal logic. It must be anything more than anything that has been used in the past. All weapons must be mysterious weapons.

However, such a mysterious thing is simply unimaginable. Therefore, when the body Takakawa draws out his weapon, the weapon that looks like a "knife" or a "gun" is as unclear as a mosaic. It collapsed in the blink of an eye, and there was no scum left behind.

"It's over." Gao Chuan thought that he would encounter a monster of this specification in such a place. If the opponent is malicious, there is nothing he can do. (To be continued.)