Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2036: Me, Fu Jiang

War cannot solve all the contradictions. If there is a war that can solve all the contradictions, then this war must bring the final war. Everyone will die...

I heard the illusory voice again, it seemed to be born out of my own thinking, but I knew that it might not be the voice that I "thinked". I can feel a deep change. The world is changing endlessly. The closer it is to the end, the more drastic the change. However, I can feel that the earth change is more close to the essence than this drastic change. Feeling-I think this is my own illusion, but if it is not an illusion, it means that a stronger impact is coming.

For the mystery expert, the feelings generated in the dark, and the sounds heard in a trance, are an inexplicable omen. My instinct tells myself that this time the omen was communicated from the other me, the impersonated Gao Chuan. There is an indispensable connection between us. This connection prevents us from staying out when something happens in one side. No matter how far away, even if it is the distance between thoughts and emotions, the storm caused by one side will inevitably be more than the other. People press on the other party in a more direct way.

At this moment, in my mind, as if for no reason, two thoughts suddenly popped up: "Walking in consciousness" and "Monsters in the collective subconsciousness of mankind". When these two ideas appeared, more and more open ideas continued to radiate around these two ideas. Subjectively, I do not have the desire to think about this aspect, but the thinking about this aspect is closer to instinct and human nature. I can probably guess that it must be the other me, the immortalized Gao Chuan, which has some kind of direct connection with the behavior of "walking in consciousness" and the existence of "monsters in the collective subconsciousness of mankind"-although There is no evidence, but it is probably that the prosthetic body Gaochuan went on a deep-level consciousness walk, but unexpectedly encountered a monster in the human collective subconscious...Because he did not see it with his own eyes, it is impossible to know what the situation caused at that time. But it is conceivable that it will definitely not be a slight change, and further, the changes that occurred at that time will lead to greater changes in a chain.

"A greater storm is coming." I wrote this sentence in my diary. This sentence is interspersed in a diary like an adventure novel, but it is not fully integrated into the plot. It is like an abrupt insertion. Maybe other people will be confused when they read it. But it’s okay. This adventurous novel-like diary has never been sorted out, but all clues interspersed in it that appear messy and abrupt, all burst from the same source, and will eventually converge to an end, as long as there is one thought. The context is in it, and these unorganized messes are also powerful.

No, it should be said that I hope that the diary recorded in this way can give me spiritual strength. Otherwise, what is the point of me recording my personal experience in this way?

I stopped writing and rubbed my temples. My experience is too incredible, full of contradictions and doubts that even I cannot answer. Even if everything is observed by myself, there are still many doubts, making myself doubt whether my observations are comprehensive enough, or Said that once all the things that I personally observed at the time were written into the diary and re-examined, I would find many more evidences to prove that the observation and understanding at that time were too one-sided. What's more, this diary has undergone terrible changes in the doomsday illusion, and many things not observed by myself are also written in it by another non-existent me.

When did it start? This is a first-person adventure novel diary, mixed with the third person? I feel incredible about this, but the third-person story has not disappeared because of my attention. It grows and grows when I accidentally, and the people and things in it are no less than the first-person story I personally narrate. In such an elusive, unpredictable and mysterious story, it records facts that I have not observed. From the initial suspicion to the present, I am quite sure that those third-person stories are true. They are from others. The perspective of recording and adaptation of what actually happened.

Because it is a real adaptation, I can benefit from it and know many things that I didn't know before.

Even so, I have further confirmed in the gap between some stories and facts. This diary is really just like the same novel. It is the same as my original choice of writing. It is full of modified skills. Cover up the authenticity and accuracy of many details. Just like the people I have encountered today—those who are implied as physically dead in the narratives of this diary, and those who fell into conscious death due to the impact of a repeater collision—are here. Seen in the same place when they were planted.

For example: File, Jung, Shepherd Dog, Magician, Ballet Bear, Billy, etc., many of the companions or enemies I have encountered in the past apocalyptic fantasy.

Just reading the stories in the diary, it is easy to think that these people no longer exist, or that they have left the scene. Because in the diary, the collision between the Las Vegas repeater and the 51st District repeater caused a huge impact of consciousness. The fate of these people was either ignored or covered up with the spring and autumn brushwork, which made people subconsciously produce a kind of The feeling of "they have no chance to show up again"-if it's just a story, of course it's okay, but when there are more rigorous and cruel facts behind the story, it is impossible for these people and things to ignore the past in this way of.

They must not be ignored, they are standing in front of my eyes at this moment. I still remember clearly that when Fu Jiang and I stood outside the huge gate of the maze and saw Jung, who was greeted by us, the strong sense of surprise in my heart—not only accidents, but almost all human emotions. They are all breeding, there are well-intentioned, hesitating, and of course malicious-but such rich emotions prove that I really did not think that they would appear in such a moment, such a scene, and in such a way. .

It is clearly to confirm whether the deviation ceremony of the torchlight has a place to intervene, and at a closer distance, to observe how much influence the deviation will have on the direction of the world. At first I only felt that I would need to deal with many people I didn’t know, but the first people who appeared in front of me were acquaintances who had something to do with me—these acquaintances who seemed to have been hinted to leave in the diary were all gathered. In the deviating ceremony of the torchlight, and if you analyze it carefully, you still feel that they have survived and gathered in this place, and there is indeed a reason for their establishment.

Netball did what it should do, but it failed to save NOG. You can't count on the cyberball, or in other words, the others in NOG who have not counted on the cyberball from the beginning have already begun to save themselves. Subjectively, they certainly expect the London repeater of Cyberball to do better, but objectively speaking, these tried-and-tested mystery experts never put their hopes in the same basket, and never put their hope in the same basket. I don't think I and the cyberball are the same people from start to finish, and I have never expected that the cyberball will give priority to people like myself under extreme conditions.

So, while the network ball in NOG is still implementing the network ball plan, others also put aside the network ball to implement their own plans. They exist here now, and it is the result of their own plans and phased successes. At present, there are more people who have survived this tragic war than me, more than cyber games, and perhaps even more than Dorothy and the others have calculated and guessed.

The emergence of these acquaintances has proved to me: repeaters are not omnipotent, nor do they do nothing without repeaters. It may be difficult to substitute for the power of repeaters. However, this There are so many mysteries in the world that there will always be situations where even repeaters are powerless.

From my own point of view, no matter how many reasons I have, it feels like a dream. Although when I met again, I forcibly showed a calm and strong appearance, but I knew very well that my emotions at the time were very irrational and chaotic, and even surprise was a taste of joy, and it was difficult to go in a bad direction. think. Even if you calm down again, it is difficult to sort out your thoughts and judge how the current facts will affect your plan, whether it is good or bad.

If the Torchlight’s deviation ritual only involves people I’m not familiar with, maybe I can think in a calm range, but now I’m not sure what I should do to get the best of both worlds... …No, it should be said that when I could not help but have the idea of ​​"best of both worlds", I have already proved that I have lost my mind.

Because, in this cruel world, there is absolutely no way to have the best of both worlds, or in other words, the meaning of the best of both worlds is inherently very ambiguous, and it is a trap in itself.

At this moment, I am doing it here, thinking, and narrating. All of what I have seen, heard, thought, and thought makes me smell the danger of being involuntarily like a bird in a cage, once again He weighed down from the darkness.

I stopped writing, relaxed as much as possible, and put the pen back in the pen holder. Fu Jiang's voice came from behind: "It looks very annoying, my dear."

I let out an "um", there is no way to hide my troubles in front of Fu Jiang. I turned my head and saw her lying on the bed in **** underwear. The light had been dimmed, but there was no sign of falling asleep. Instead, she was stretching her joints and doing soft body exercises that might not be of any use. In fact, This kind of scene originally wanted to make people complain, but I still held back. Fu Jiang always did something that seemed normal, but after thinking about it, it was not normal at all. Her personal and deeds are always Wandering on the edge of humanity and inhumanity. Maybe in the eyes of other people, Tomi Jiang is also a woman with mental problems, even an abominable, terrible, weird guy who can hardly be called a "woman", but in any case, her body is in the same shape as I have seen. Women are the best.

"Jung said that he can go there anytime, why don’t you find out earlier? It’s useless to think about it here anyway. Looking at him, he should tell you most of the situation and win you Let’s help.” Fu Jiang bent her waist into a posture that ordinary people could never do. Her exaggerated movements made her underwear unable to cover up her body’s privacy. Moreover, her privacy was already very full. Sliding on the muscle texture, the whole body exudes an exciting but unclear scent. In this regard, she has no idea to cover up, and I have long been accustomed to her posture. Even if I didn’t count the time when I died, my marriage with her has passed...

It’s incredible, less than two years have passed~IndoMTL.com~ but it makes me feel like a long, long time has passed. Even so far, I can still remember our every love, every detail in those times, and the reproductive ruminations, just like the physical and mental pleasure at the beginning. However, what this kind of memory brings is indeed a very long sense of time, just like a lifetime.

There is a gap between the sense of time and real time. I just feel that I am falling into a beautiful dream.

"What's wrong? A Chuan." Fu Jiang's voice awakened me from my trance.

"No, it's nothing, I'm fascinated by it." I said to her because, other than "fascinated," I couldn't find a more accurate description.

"Really? It will be done four times tonight." Fu Jiang stared at me, the color in his eyes seemed to become dark and deep, and there was a kind of warmth like yesterday, which made people want to Immerse yourself.

When I came back to my senses, I was already entangled with her, as if time was cut off. I can’t remember what I said or did to her before this, as if we had been It's so lingering. I was wrapped in her plumpness and warmth. The collision and friction of the skin made my consciousness seem to penetrate deeply into her body every time, becoming a part of her body, an embryo in the process of being formed, and a baby about to be born. . I found something indescribable and unspeakable in her body, in her movements, in her every breath and in that dim voice, just like her existence, which is the "answer" itself. . I feel that I have been poisoned, poisoned by the inhumane I love.

Even so, my consciousness is still sinking...

Even if it sinks, I have never thought of stopping here...

Because it never stops, no matter how deep I sink, I will eventually wake up...