Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1826: New Diary 2

How big is the inside of the Las Vegas repeater, even if I have been here for quite some time, I still haven’t figured it out. Speaking of which, I’ve never walked out of the room at all—not just a room, I After waking up inside the repeater, I have moved to several rooms, but these rooms rarely have windows and the view is restricted, giving people a feeling of "the entire repeater is composed of such a few rooms", but it will also In addition, there is the idea that "should be broader". The contradiction between what I see and what I feel is a bit concerned. Even so, it seems impossible to get out of the labyrinth formed by the room.

I won’t make conclusions before practice and visual inspection. Many years of mysterious events have made me very clear that sometimes even visual inspections and personal experience can’t be regarded as facts. Therefore, I will definitely do it to observe the scenery outside the room, corridors and windows. It may not be appropriate to say that. I feel that the rooms I pass by, including those with different window positions, are actually the same room. From the superficial information obtained from the observation, it seems that there are many doors on display in the corridor. The corridor has seven turns, and there is no end, but in my intuition, there is actually only one corridor and only one room. The difference in sight is actually an illusion caused by the visual sense. However, the illusion is so frequent. And the truth, it really reveals the weirdness inside this repeater.

I don’t know much about Las Vegas repeaters, or in other words, I don’t know much about all repeaters. The intelligence I know and the information I feel instinctively can only make me own "The prototype of the repeater is a conscious special temporary data hedging space, called the night of Valpus, and the core of this temporary data hedging space It is a spiritual unity device."

I have some knowledge of the "spiritual integration device", but this is not the information I learned from someone — although it seems to be learned from someone in my memory, from a personal point of view, It's more like "information that has existed in memory for a long time, but I don't care about it at ordinary times, and it comes out when I notice it". Because of the cognition of the "spiritual integration device", the cognition of the "personality preservation device" has become a matter of course. Of course, logically speaking, I have doubts about the situation that "you know the personality preservation device if you know the mental integration device", but I can't say that I don't know anything, do I?

First of all, it is my most accustomed approach to confirm the problems that I can’t answer but actually exist as fait accompli, as a prerequisite for solving new problems. This is how I live in the Las Vegas repeater. Time is meaningless here, and the past will become indifferent. I will not forget how and why I came here. I decided to look forward, and dramatize the past and write it down as a diary. Therefore, if someone sees my diary in the future, they will be amazed at me, the diary writer, why would he write all the "other people's things"? Maybe someone would guess, could it be that he saw it with his own eyes? But in fact, the answer is very simple: Although there are many plots that match the actual situation, starting from the author’s situation, most of it is based on my own feelings-sometimes it is a whim, sometimes it is a vague dream-writing It came out, that is really a very random approach, and even sometimes I don’t think about whether it conforms to "logic".

In the final analysis, when I observe what I have experienced, I already feel that my logic is becoming fragmented. There are too many situations that I don’t know or understand, which makes me wonder about my life. The mystery is also breathtaking. Since I don't have any "logical" expectations for my life, what logic is there to write a fake diary?

I feel that truthfulness and logicality are not very important things. If a reader sees my "diary", whether or not I, as the author, is regarded as a mental patient is not too important to me either. I am just narrating what I have seen, felt, and experienced, and added a condiment called "dramaticization" to it.

Whether the reader can tell the truth from this true and false, utterly nagging, mysterious and lacking logical plot, for the author myself, it is also a kind of pleasure-a kind of Before you have a reader, you can feel the fun when you write.

Turning back to the topic, I calmed down my mental and physical fatigue and wounds in the Las Vegas repeater, and explored the situation inside the repeater. In this process, I kept thinking about the meaning of my own existence and determined. My belief in going forward, recording my own past, and obtaining the information I can obtain-most of the time, I spend it thinking, not personally. After the environment is like a repetitive labyrinth, I spend most of my time in the room where I am now, and I can’t explain what’s special about this room. After all, I’m just in the corridor that seems to extend infinitely. Among the many rooms, only one room was selected, and there was no special purpose.

This room is one of the few rooms with windows. Perhaps this is one of the important indicators that I subconsciously refer to when I make a whim. Another room can be seen from the window. I have seen a room with a window, and you can see the inside of another room from the window. However, I am quite sure that when I first entered this room, the room opposite the window was just like the room on this side. There were only a few fixed furniture that could not block the view. However, when I decided to live here, I didn’t know. At any time, there were signs of someone entering and leaving the room in the room opposite the window.

In the beginning, there was movement, and then, the scent of food, tea or coffee would emerge. Afterwards, I could clearly hear the rustle of flipping books and pens sliding on the paper. I didn’t pay much attention to it at first. However, at some time afterwards, when I looked at the window to the opposite room, the whole one over there became black and white-there is a feeling of old black and white movies. The original vivid and clean colors that existed are all covered. Wipe it away-noise sometimes appears, a kind of noise like an illusion.

In the monotonous, old and noisy black and white, the figure gradually became clear. It was Dr. Ruan Li's figure—it was not the first time I saw Dr. Ruan Li inside this repeater. In fact, when I first woke up and lay in a room like a medical room, I talked to Dr. Ruan Li, and during that time, even from the perspective of myself at the time, it was like an illusion with myself. The conversation is average.

The perception of "Dr. Ruan Li is dead" has always been very strong even when looking at her figure and involuntarily talking to her. For me, Dr. Ruan Li will appear in the doomsday illusion, whether it is in the repeater or outside the repeater, it is an incredible situation, although there are many reasons that can be guessed, try to understand this situation, However, these reasons alone are not enough to make me indifferent.

I must admit that even if I didn’t express it on the surface, I was very shaken when I saw Dr. Ruan Li in the doomsday illusion. What happened afterwards made me feel unclear. The cognition that "Dr. Ruan Li is dead" became clearer and clearer just in the midst of this vacillation and uncertainty.

The recognition that Dr. Ruan Li has died is not only for Dr. Ruan Li in the doomsday illusion, but also for Dr. Ruan Li who has penetrated deeper into the reality of the hospital—to put it simply, even if it can be seen in this incredible way right now When I went to Dr. Ruan Li and talked to her, I still felt that she was actually dead, and what I saw was just an illusion, even if this illusion still cared for me as usual.

In the black-and-white movie-like scene seen through the window, Dr. Ruan Li, who exists like an illusion, is like observing an isolated patient, sometimes working at the desk and sometimes staring at me, his every move is full of The regularity of life, so that people can clearly feel when she is working hard and when she is resting.

Different from the Dr. Ruan Li that I saw in the treatment room when I woke up, Dr. Ruan Li would not deliberately talk to me in this noisy scene like a replay of an old movie. It is another matter for me to take the initiative to speak to her. Even if she speaks to her, she will answer very limited questions. Most of the general questions in life are limited to responding, but all the questions raised about the "present situation" She will ignore or change the subject of questions.

If you observe Dr. Ruan Li's room, you will find that the furnishings in that room are gradually plumping. Most of them are data files, and there are also some strangely-shaped hanging paintings, forming a weird atmosphere in which people will involuntarily avoid looking over there. I sometimes feel that it should be Jiang, not Dr. Ruan Li, who stayed in the room.

Maybe, it has something to do with "Jiang"...

I didn't think deeply, because all situations that have something to do with "Jiang" will eventually involve a "virus" and enter an unpredictable and hopeless situation.

I can’t be sure, what is the meaning of what I see and what I feel. However, I have recorded it in my "diary". Maybe in a long, long time, some wise person will burn the truth to me who has entered the tombstone. Thinking about it this way, I am somewhat looking forward to it. Rather, in my opinion, this is not really scary, but rather "romantic."

There are many more incredible things inside the repeater, so I won’t list them all. When I felt that everything about myself had been restored to the best condition, a strong intuition suddenly penetrated my mind. I can see and hear something, as if there is a shock that my body can't feel, but my consciousness is touched, and it instantly sweeps through myself. Then, I suddenly understood one thing: the collision between the holy land of Doomsday Shinrikyo and the repeater of District 51.

How did I understand it, and there is no way to explain it. All in all, this information first appeared in the mind in the form of "feeling", then became a more specific cognition, and then became a visible illusion in a trance. I felt something calling myself in this illusion, it was like being lost in the forest at night, in the darkness, I heard the familiar voice but couldn’t remember who it was, but because there were no more choices, so Subconsciously want to pursue the sound that is near and far away. Then, a voice warned deep in my heart that it was a decoy, but I never ignored it because it might be a "bait".

On the other hand, since such a strong feeling is a kind of "bait", then I am very interested in what is behind this "bait" and even what can serve as the "bait" itself.

Of course I am aware of the danger, but in fact, looking back on my life, I have long been in a danger of frustration and despair. The immediate danger, in fact, will not make my situation worse. No, to be precise, it will not make "Gaochuan" worse. Therefore, I have no particular thoughts to avoid.

Through the repeater, follow the guidance of your senses, and you can reach that place—in this kind of intuitive intelligence, I feel that the Las Vegas repeater is beginning to move. Even if the moving space is confined to the room, I can still feel some external situations, from the universe to the surface of the earth, all disputes are presented in this way of intuitive information, and I can understand it subconsciously~IndoMTL .com~ And the cognition of "repeaters on the move" is referenced through this kind of information that "you can feel and understand without seeing it".

Where the Las Vegas repeater is located, how it moves, and what form it is, these questions do not need to be asked. Feeling "close" is the best answer. In this process of "approaching", I can feel the existence of another self: the self who should be the only "Gaochuan" in this doomsday illusion.

The closer I get, the closer the faintly existing connection between me as Gaochuan and another Gaochuan becomes, as if there are countless threads stitching us together, this connection is enough to span any The gap of the form. And relying on this connection, more information that seems to be known by another Gao Chuan is also flowing into my cognition. The conditions of the whisperers such as Omi, Dorothy, Marceau, Hakkei, Sakuya, Super Series, etc., are particularly clear: my progress is very fast, and the personality preservation device has been applied to Hakkei and the others, allowing the whisperers Obtained a leapfrog development. And such powerful people are implementing a plan for the whole world, and of course I am inevitable, and they are also in their calculations.

These dim perceptions cannot provide me with more detailed information, but the general information is not much different from the situation I wrote in the "diary"-from this perspective, the diary I wrote , As accurate as a glimpse of their actions. (To be continued.)