Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1833: Doris in the hospital

A terrible idea suddenly occurred in Dr. Ender's mind, and it grew crazily. Before he denied it and used all his known knowledge to conclude that this was a wrong conclusion, the idea became unbreakable. TXT. No matter how to criticize, how to deny it, it never disappeared from my mind, as if it was saying: Maybe this is not correct, but it is not wrong. Dr. Ender understood that this terrible idea was conquering his own thoughts in an "unfalsifiable" way.

However, science can be falsified, and it must be falsified. Dr. Ender feels that, as a steadfast scientific researcher, he has been rooted in an unfalsifiable thought, and feels extremely incredible. He felt horror from his uncontrollable thoughts, from the conclusions he had never realized but accidentally realized, from the seemingly absurd and ridiculous situation that was actually happening to him.

Doctor Ender's throat dries up, and I don't know when he can't make a sound anymore. His vision became blurred, clearer, and blurred again. The deep grunting sound lingered in the ears, unable to drive away, the heat in the whole body seemed to start to boil with blood. He couldn't get up, so he could only kneel on the ground, embarrassed.

Then he heard footsteps.

A footstep is coming from the dark tunnel, where I don't know how deep it is, towards my direction. Dr. Ender’s flashlight rolled to the ground. He felt that his fingers were losing strength. He was also full of fear for the approaching footsteps. He didn’t know what he would encounter next. He eagerly hoped that those who acted with him would survive. The person can discover his abnormality earlier, in his ears, in his consciousness, in the places where he can see, everything vaguely and vaguely becomes strange, those inanimate things seem to come alive, in the original Squirming.

The ground and walls illuminated by the flashlight’s light looked like the flesh and blood of some kind of creature. Dr. Ender couldn’t help but shake his head again. He didn’t feel that what he saw was real. He told himself that all these terrifying sights were It is just an illusion, it is one's own emotions that affect the secretions of the brain, and then form the illusion of distorting these things. He told himself that he must calm down, or he would fall into the abyss of madness. No one can save himself, no one can help himself. He must support himself, and he must treat what happened to him from the calmest and most rational perspective. The situation on the body.

However, no matter how he tells himself, he can’t calm the fearful heart. The heartbeat is as clear as thunder in the dark passage, and even makes him feel that this heart will jump out in the next moment. . When he felt this way, his feeble palm touched something soft and wet. He didn't dare to guess what it was, but following the light of the flashlight, he saw what it was—the creeping flesh and blood bred from the concrete floor. When he came out, the granulation that was so active as if he had his own ideology was digging into his palm, instantly making him feel painful.

Doctor Ende wanted to scream, but the sound he made had completely lost its human taste. He wanted to remove the palm of his hand, but the granulation sprouts climbed up frantically and sewed into the flesh. The abnormal and painful penetration made Dr. Ender almost faint. He opened his eyes wide and watched the abnormal flesh and blood grow into his palms, arms, and along his shoulders to his cheeks and chest. He slanted the corners of his eyes, panting, staring at the granular buds with teeth and claws in the corner of his vision. Unable to describe how scared he was, he even wanted to faint quickly.

Then, the granulation stopped at the boundary of his field of vision. After a squirm, the tip bulged up like a flower bud. When the bud was blooming, Dr. Ender was sure he was right. What he saw was an eyeball. At first glance, it looked no different from a human eyeball, but it exuded a strong breath, enough to make people confirm at the first glance that it was definitely not human. Eye.

Doctor Ender's consciousness began to blur, and his vision began to blur. The approaching abnormal crisis seemed to disappear again in an instant. The ground was still the ground, and the wall was still the wall. Only the sound of footsteps came to a very close place. . Dr. Ende tried to turn his head to look, only to see a foot wearing military boots emerged from the field of vision, and that foot was connected to a hazy upper body contour, that was--

"The copy of Gaochuan..." Dr. Ender murmured that he couldn't even hear, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

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Doctor Ender didn't know when he regained consciousness, but when he realized his existence, he was very convinced that he was dreaming. A relatively lucid dream is not an unexplainable phenomenon. Everyone always feels like this when he is half-dreaming and half-awake. He knows that he is dreaming, but he can’t wake up anyway. Struggling hard, he will only feel like his body. It was like being paralyzed, but the body in the dream continued to move without being affected, or even under the control of his own consciousness. The strong sense of imprisonment even makes people feel whether they will be unable to get up.

Doctor Ender knew that he was in this state. He did not force himself to be fresh, he just watched everything that happened in his dream with a hazy mind: he was floating in an invisible water, and he could not prove that it was the sea, because he could not taste the taste of the water. In other words, I feel that I am "in the water" because visually, the rippling and undulating scene in front of me is like being in water.

I am not sinking and floating in the water. To describe it more specifically, Dr. Ender feels that he is a ghost and has not come into contact with these "water" at all. Light doesn't know where it comes from, the intensity allows one to see far, far away. In this wide field of vision, there are many things swimming in the water, but not all of them are aquatic creatures. Dr. Ender saw well-known and unknown fish, insects, animals, and plants. Every time they swam, the outline would turn into a completely different kind of life. Soaked in this piece of water, it was not so much an abundance. The natural world of species is, rather, a lot of polygonal monsters. They seem to reveal the process of life's growth and change, but sometimes, in Dr. Ander's opinion, this change has no clear and specific connection and meaning, as if it is just a change for change.

Doctor Ender didn’t know why he had such a dream. Here, he saw many existences he didn’t know about, but he couldn’t describe the specific appearance of these existences. When they left, they stayed in Dr. Ender’s heart. The shadow underneath will quickly fade away. Dr. Ender doesn’t know what he wants to say to himself in this dream. It’s not like the type of "thinking about day and night, dreaming of night". It also feels impossible to use "people’s known information to disrupt and reorganize." "Similar theories to explain. This dream is absurd, but it makes people feel real. Although it is real, it makes people know clearly that they are dreaming.

What Dr. Ender can do is just floating, watching all this like a ghost.

A kind of throbbing hit Dr. Ender's ghostly sense of isolation, and the water that filled him suddenly rolled him up. Dr. Ender couldn't resist, he could only drag him to the deepest part of the water by this force. Dr. Ender rolls like a drowning person, water will pour in when he opens his mouth, and grunting bubbles emerge from his respiratory tract, and he feels that his internal organs have been poured into a basin of cold water, becoming incomparable Stiff, and breathing is even more difficult.

But in such pain, he struggled to move his fingers and arms to connect his consciousness with his spine. The next moment, he suddenly stopped his body and awoke from the nightmare. The painful suffocation disappeared, replaced by lung discomfort, which made him cough. Then, he realized that he was lying in a container, the container was not covered, but filled with liquid, he was submerged in it, almost suffocated-no, no, he should have been sunk in this container long ago Now, these liquids were not the reason for suffocation. Such a thought flashed out of his mind.

Doctor Ender discovered that the color of the liquid he soaked in was very similar to LCL. No matter what was going on, but he seemed to have been rescued. When Dr. Ende thought of this, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. More memories came in, and he quickly sorted it out in his mind. It seems that he has found the right place, except for the hiding place of those lurking, where else can it be?

In other words, I was picked up by these lurkers and saved? Dr. Ender looked around with questions and found out that there was no more furnishings in the place where he was, except for the container under him. The empty room had a hard texture. He said that it was a cage that was not like a cage, but that it was. The medical room is not like a medical room. It is always an empty and specious room. Dr. Ender turned over and left the liquid-filled container, standing naked in the center of the room, but he could not find any entrances or exits.

"Who's here? Anyone? I'm Ender! Dr. Ender from the hospital!" Dr. Ender shouted, responding to him with his own echoes over and over again. It is very strange that the previous feelings of fever, hallucinations, severe heart palpitations, and suspiciousness all disappeared, and he felt that he was recovering to his best state.

"I’m here to cooperate! Isn’t anyone here wanting to leave this island? No one wants to know what’s going on outside?" Dr. Ender continued yelling, not discouraged: "Come and listen to me. End——"

"Unfortunately, Dr. Ender, there are not many people who can still hear you." The second voice finally sounded, making Dr. Ender overjoyed. The most frightening thing about this action was that the other party was because of himself. He refused to negotiate because of his position. As long as you can communicate, it means having a foundation for cooperation.

"Who? Who are you?" Dr. Ender asked, turning his body, but saw nothing else in the room. Maybe it was talking through the device outside, he couldn't help but think so.

However, at the next moment, a light came on from his left hand in order and spread to the other end of his right hand. The entire enclosed room suddenly became bright, although there was still not much decoration to appear. It's very monotonous, but one thing becomes obvious. The thing stood against the wall, very eye-catching, the first sight Dr. Ender saw, even the voice was lost.

Countless pipelines hung from the ceiling and connected to a body that was fifteen meters tall. This body has the characteristics of human female sexual characteristics, but it is definitely not a ***, but more like some kind of alienated and swollen tumor, like a piece of meat that is being reproduced, like a random pile of metal equipment. To Dr. Ander, it is neither organic nor inorganic. The combination of the two does not have a clear dividing line. There is a messy and half-hearted feeling. But because of this, it looks extraordinarily hideous, terrifying, and horrifying. Produce a kind of empathy, from the aesthetic to realize the great pain of physical consciousness.

This half of the female body is entangled by the pipeline, inserted, as if being abused, it seems that those pipelines have become a part of this abnormal body. The huge volume of about fifteen meters was tilted and only hung by pipelines, so that Dr. Ander, who looked up at it, felt a sense of oppression that he was about to fall and hit himself.

Staring at this thing—Doctor Ender can’t tell himself exactly~IndoMTL.com~What is this thing, in a word, it seems, it should be life and wisdom—he has a familiar feeling inexplicably, it seems I have seen it somewhere, but I can't find the relevant memory in my mind. Dr. Ender wanted to see its face, but there was nothing there, as if the facial features were covered by an invisible black film. The black film had a terrible attraction that made people unable to look away. However, paying too much attention to it, only let Dr. Ender felt dizzy and nauseated.

No, really speaking, this huge, unknown thing in front of me, just seeing it, makes it impossible for people to produce any positive emotions.

"What are you?" Dr. Ender wanted to ask: Who are you, but when you say it, it becomes like this. He didn't feel that the thing in front of him was human.

"This is Dorothy." The thing replied. Dr. Ender couldn't see where the sound came from, but when he heard the sound again, the previous nausea and nausea became stronger. This sound can no longer be described as good or bad, but it is completely a sound that exceeds the normal hearing of human beings. Dr. Ender only felt that the sound penetrated the skin into the muscles, and then into the bones, along his nerves, and into his brain, making him wonder whether the sound he heard was true. Talking what I can understand. (To be continued.)