Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1970: The familiar world

The world is full of water, it is the sea. The bottle is full of water, which is also the sea. He drifted in the sea in the bottle, chasing the light of hope on the sea. The sparkling, beautiful, like the moonlight shining into the deep sea, beside him, there are invisible fish and coral scenery roaming around, but he just floats upwards, a huge and strong one cannot The urge to accommodate other thoughts made him struggle to float up.

He stretched out his hand to the waves of the sea, ten meters, eight meters, seven meters...two meters, one meter, and finally rushed out of the sea. However, it has been draped on the sea, and the light now falling on him is actually red.

Bright red, deep red, unclean red, full of malicious incomprehensibility.

Light is falling from above, but above is not the sky screen he imagined—the sky screen does not exist at all, there is no star, sun, and moon, and there is no other imaginary light source, it is just a sky as wide as the sky screen. It’s impossible to describe this “face”. It is definitely not correct to say that it is a plane. It is also incorrect to say that there is a specific outline. It does not feel the volume and shape. It just exists and covers the entire sky. .

Only then did he realize that the sea he was floating on was just water in a huge bottle. And the light source is the “eyes” that are wide open on the “face” of the sky curtain—it is different from the commonly seen “eyes” and the “eyes” in the normal imagination. They are just seeing it. At that time, I only felt that it was an "eye" in my heart.

The eyes peeped down from the bottle mouth, and the blood-red, unidentified light was the "gaze" of this eye.

Full of malicious gaze, full of malicious gaze. The incomprehensible malice is more terrifying than the incomprehensible "face" that looks like a sky.

I didn't expect to see such a scene in advance, but if I thought of it in advance, how would you react at this time? Still crazy? Will you still scream?

Probably yes.

Gao Chuan was already unimaginable, the huge impact slapped his soul with a surging he hadn't experienced before, and when he realized it, he was already screaming.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

He can no longer sort out what the crazily scrolling emotions in his heart are, and what are the thoughts that are overwhelmed by fear. Even, it is no longer possible to analyze whether this scene means "victory" or "failure."

Besides the inextricable fear, he just said to himself over and over again like a madman: I arrived, I arrived, I arrived, I arrived...

I arrived at a miracle.

It’s just that miracles don’t make people happy, nor are they what everyone once imagined.

After all, isn’t a miracle just a "extremely difficult, unusual thing"?

The current one is indeed "unusual."

……

Someone was pushing his shoulders, and Gao Chuan opened his eyes hard when his heart stopped beating. Only when he opened his eyes did he realize that he had a nightmare. He couldn't forget the ocean in the bottle, the malicious eye outside the bottle, and his own screaming frantically floating in the ocean. He felt that he was really crazy, because that kind of screaming was something he never thought he would do. Only the crazy self, the self unable to control himself, would make such a scream. But when you open your eyes, it's like waking up from a nightmare, and looking back on the nightmare. Although it is still terrifying, it makes people's spine chill and cannot forget the deep fear, but the absurd sight and the malicious outline all change. It’s not clear anymore, but it makes people unable to find the specific factors that make oneself crazy—like it is, although it is absurd, it is only that, although it is malicious, it is only that, although it is It's scary, but that's all, it's not serious enough to make myself so gloomy.

Even so, the heart seemed to stop, I couldn't breathe, and the back and forehead were covered with cold sweat, but these physiological reactions were still strong. Gao Chuan held his breath for tens of thousands of years, pulling his breath deeply, and then reacted, someone awakened himself from that nightmare—no, he suddenly felt like he had just woke up from ignorance, once again. Wake up: He immediately realized who he was.

I am Gao Chuan, a professional Gao Chuan, a staged Gao Chuan implementing the Super Gao Chuan project, and a prosthetic Gao Chuan implementing the plan of Dorothy and Seise. I shouldn’t fall asleep here. No, in the final analysis, "falling asleep" is simply a fantasy for the Yi body. Any "dream", especially "nightmare" is an omen, it must be something The interference of a mysterious power in the dark.

And, he knows why he is here, from the past to the present, through the nightmare of the "sea in a bottle", until this moment, he has been implementing a clear goal.

Everything I can feel and can remember is run through with a logic, so you can only draw one conclusion: no matter what the current situation is, it is after the "miracle". Or it could be the "miracle" itself. It is the function of the "program" that pushes itself into this situation.

So, what is the situation in front of you?

The prosthetic body Gao Chuan subconsciously used his will to activate the "brain hardware", the "retinal screen" and the "observation system of the prosthetic body". However, there was no response, as if he had gone mad, and he concocted these unknowns. So the ghost. What catches the eye is the normal perspective of ordinary people, without the coldness of any equipment and data, everything is bright and vivid, but it is extremely one-sided. It is not a detector or a retinal screen that is used to receive information, but the "eyeball", "nose", "ear", "skin" and other physical parts. These are also vivid, warm, real and fragile.

The heart is beating, and you can see the cyan veins on the wrist. The smell is so real and so vague. It is difficult to distinguish all the good and bad tastes in clear levels and types. It is difficult to directly analyze how good and how bad it is. All the information is mixed up and flooded into the brain. The brain does not have the assistance of brain hardware, nor can it perform deeper analysis, and cannot draw more detailed conclusions. At the same time, it also loses the auxiliary knowledge and information. There is only the poor memory storage brain, even the brain hardware percentage. One of the efficiency can not be achieved.

Most of the knowledge reserves have disappeared, the physical ability has also been greatly weakened, and the observation ability has degenerated to the extent that it will only make people confused. All these changes are extremely unbearable. The sharp beating of the heart, the difficult breathing, the unmanageable visceral activity, the unconstrained neural reflex, all these reveal a fact that cannot be more obvious:

He became an ordinary person, an ordinary person, as if he had never been in contact with mystery or possessed the mysterious power of "Gaochuan".

Gao Chuan, no, I can only call myself "Gao Chuan" at this time. He thought, the taste in his heart is of course mixed, but such a change means that he is indeed in a certain abnormality. This abnormality may, from a certain angle, mean that "the plan is in progress." , All the difficulties, all the madness, all the weaknesses and all the unbearable torture, all are the result of "planning to pass".

So, where is "Jiang"?

Thinking of this, Gao Chuan suddenly remembered that someone pushed his shoulder to "awaken" him from his "nightmare". So, where is that person?

He looked around suddenly, and immediately found a familiar student sitting on the side table, looking over with a smile, as if he had been watching--"It's so funny, Gao Chuan, what dream did he have? Huh?" He said like this, his eyes seemed to be looking at a fool who had just woke up and was still ignorant.

Gao Chuan immediately realized that the place he was in was a "classroom", and the student in front of him was a "classmate", a boy who was the same age as him, and he was definitely not a "young man" who had gone to college. , But an underage high school student. Information naturally emerges from my mind: I am only seventeen years old now, an honor student and class cadre in this school.

The male classmate who is joking about himself is also familiar with him, because he is sitting at the back table and is a "good friend" in the class, but his name will not be remembered for a while.

And all this information about himself at this time gave Gao Chuan an inexplicable and extremely deep sense of familiarity. In his memory, he definitely did not go to school in this high school, but the information about this high school is so detailed, just as the student cadres who have been in the school for two years can understand.

My own memory seems to be divided, but it seems to be melting into one again, weird and fuzzy.

"I...what am I..." Gao Chuan didn't respond to this good friend's joke in time, but was just a daze.

"You haven't woken up yet? You slept too deep, it's really rare." The male student was a little puzzled, "Hey, are you okay? I'm not feeling well?"

"No...I...just..." Gao Chuan felt that his brain was not enough, and all his reactions were stiff. Too many thoughts came up, making him rub his temples involuntarily. Everything in front of me is "normal", but because it is "normal", it is "weird". In that case, the uninformed must be incomprehensible, but Gao Chuan feels this way.

"I'm just a little tired, I want to lie down again." Gao Chuan paused and chose to say so. He needs more time to digest everything in front of him quietly.

"Oh..." The male student didn't resist, but he was still a little worried. He glanced at Gao Chuan and said, "Then you can lie down. If it is really uncomfortable, leave early. By the way, what can I do to help? Just call me." After saying this, he looked at Gao Chuan's face and then walked to the back door of the classroom.

Gao Chuan relaxes and climbs on his desk. Now he discovered one more thing. Although the schools are different, the styles of the desks and chairs under him are the same. The size, size, shape, inclination, and even the nicks on the top are all very familiar. Recovered from the depth of memory and feeling.

That’s right, when I was in high school, it was like this: In the classroom, I used this desk and chair, and I was familiar with every classmate in the class. From the beginning of the grade, the class leaders-kindergarten, elementary school, and junior high school all the way through, are also one of the leaders and speakers in the group.

However, I am a prosthetic Gao Chuan, and the things I am most familiar with start after the transformation of the prosthesis is completed. Then, what is the self before the prostheticization? It seems to be explained at this moment, which is what I feel now: a normal body, an academic experience of an ordinary top student.

I didn't have "death", but, it was like returning to a past that I had forgotten a long time ago, and as if I had never experienced it before, but was full of sense of sight everywhere.

So, where is "Jiang" in such a familiar, normal but extremely strange "past"?

Are all of this caused by "Jiang"? Is it the result of the execution of the "program"? Or is it a combination of the two? I can only think so. Gao Chuan didn't forget anything, but he couldn't remember anything. Only the madness and fear remaining in the nightmare, and his intention to break through this madness and fear were clear and stubborn.

He now knows what to do.

No matter what the situation is, there is always a clear goal: to find "Jiang".

Everything is difficult, the mystery seems to no longer exist in my body, and the terrible power I once possessed has also disappeared. I am just like a mortal, but this kind of difficulty is compared to what "Gaochuan" has experienced. Everything, and everything that those people gave in order to come here, is nothing. In the life of the mystery expert, such desperate difficulties abound and have always existed.

Faced with difficulties, find ways to eliminate difficulties and achieve goals, instead of thinking about how difficult you are. This is the practice of mystery experts.

Gao Chuan's brain began to become clear. It was as if he had just awakened from a nightmare, and he was being resolved by a harder and thicker nerve. He picked up the textbook and read it as he was habitual, waiting for class, and his classmates. Communicate and wait for the end of get out of class until school is over. All the things that a "top student" in the eyes of others will do are things that he is accustomed to and taken for granted. It's not "difficult", it's not "surprising", it's not "squeezing" or "jealous", but just inertia, it's just a normal life without thinking about "is it really good".

Do everything that students should do in the same way as top students~IndoMTL.com~ including asking questions, solving exercises smoothly and correctly, solving class affairs, organizing various activities, guiding order, and treating others Speaking may be boring and difficult, but for him, it is just as simple and simple as "drinking water and breathing".

Yes, drinking water and breathing are just as natural and easy, without difficulty. Rather, life is like this.

Get to school in the morning, start class, end get out of class, and end school.

In these unchanging daily routines, Gao Chuan tried to use his sensitivity to weirdness to find the abnormal, which was not tolerated by such ordinary school daily movements.

I came here by myself, it is impossible to be placed like this, and it is not allowed to do nothing.

Time has no meaning, place has no meaning, and contact with anyone has no meaning—until he finds an anomaly, Gao Chuan’s social life is normal, but his heart is unusual.

It seems that this kind of thing is destined to happen. On this day, the "good friends" at the back table will come to talk after class:

"Gao Chuan, do you remember the old toilet?" he asked.