Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2054: The death of Billy

In front of me, the presence of silver bullets is getting stronger and stronger. The silver bullet that transcends the physical entity has changed the way of existence, forcibly penetrated into my thinking with ideology, and locked me firmly with sensibility as a channel. I feel—or rather, make me feel—that I can’t resist this type of attack. The explosive power of the silver bullet is not reflected in the destructive power of matter. Although I can't fully understand all its mysteries, in the life and death crisis, the intuition of the mystery expert is telling the fate of being hit: I Like billions of human beings on the earth, they lose consciousness, lose their personality, and even die from the consciousness level due to serious injuries on the consciousness level, and even this death will be fed back to the material level, causing the physical structure of the body to fall into a state of death. .

The blow that broke out with his own life was a terrible blow, and he chose an excellent timing to hit me by surprise. I never felt that I would underestimate the enemy. In the past battles, I often evaluated the strength of the enemy within my imagination. However, I have to admit that Billy’s final attack rose to the point that I didn’t even think about it. Over the height. Although in the infinite mystery, there will always be some forces that can explode terrible lethality at the limit state, and these forces cannot be evaluated in advance. I have always maintained a vigilant mentality. However, I am The familiarity of Billy in the past has caused me to have inertia when judging others. In addition, Billy in this doomsday illusion has the same qualitative difference as him in the past, which makes me no longer vigilant.

Of course, I am not ashamed of my mistakes. The emotions in my heart are definitely not what shame can describe, and there is absolutely no resentment of Billy. I am very clear that I have no negative feelings about Billy. I can more or less realize the emotion and hope that Billy’s last bullet entrusted, although Billy himself did not say it, but only expressed it with the lore of this blow, I also felt the resonance from it-that Regardless of position, anyone who wants to find hope from despair, fights back, guards something and defeats something regardless of his own life, will definitely have the will.

Yes, the more I am in such a critical situation, the more I can feel this will. I can find a very familiar feeling from this silver bullet. It contains the past Gao Chuan and the things that Gao Chuan has been insisting on. Since I cannot resent myself as Gao Chuan, nor can I resent Dorothy and others who are on the opposite side, then I also cannot have such a negative feeling for Billy.

Because this silver bullet makes me feel the emotional resonance, I feel that I cannot fight against this silver bullet, because fighting against it is like denying my life as Gaochuan, and denying All the efforts made by Gao Chuan and those I love to fight this desperate world. I am also extremely sure that if I die under this silver bullet, I will not have any unwillingness. The sense of crisis that I have at this moment is just the survival instinct of a life trying to move forward, but this instinct Does not surpass my sense of identification with this silver bullet.

Once I was killed by Billy’s last bullet here, it’s almost like proving that a desperate blow made with such a will has overcoming those seemingly impossible The strength of the enemy.

The result of this death can make me confidently believe that people have the power and will to fight the seemingly invincible "virus".

This kind of calm mood has become the shackles that restrain me, even the survival instinct can't do miracles in front of this shackles-like I don’t want to let the survival instinct only make such things. Like miracles, probably, I can understand this kind of "unwilling", because this kind of survival instinct is also reflected in the "virus" from time to time. If this force derived from the survival instinct can overcome all disadvantages and achieve the ultimate victory, we are now relying on our own will to try to surpass the instinctive struggle and struggle, which is not meaningless and worthless in front of the "virus" instinct. Is there no miracle?

If I survived the attack of this silver bullet only because of the power exploded by the survival instinct, then, one day, the "virus" will also use its more terrifying survival instinct to burst out The power of imagination nullifies the lore of all people from their own will.

Compared to the foreseeable final battle, compared to the incomprehensible existence called the "virus", the moment of life and death facing me at this moment is no heavier than a feather.

The sense of danger of dying makes my consciousness extremely concentrated at this moment, allowing me to see more clearly in the world of consciousness, what trajectory and acceleration the silver bullet is advancing than before. At that moment, this clear sense made me feel that I could dodge the blow, but at the same time I can deeply feel how much I actually don’t want to dodge the blow.

Yes, whether it is instinctive dodge or self-consciousness to bear, this contradictory and unified balance is beginning to swing in my observation of myself.

However, at the moment when the balance was about to tilt towards a certain direction, a blood red spread in front of me. It is like overflowing from an extremely small, unobservable "point", the speed of diffusion is faster than the speed of the silver bullet advancing, I can not describe the blood red volume, the units used to describe the concept of the specific outline The words lost their meaning in front of this blood red. It just exists, spreads, rotates, and keeps getting bigger, but how big this "big" is, it cannot be described by known concepts.

Even so, I knew what this blood red was the first time.

——Jiang! ?

Now that Fu Jiang’s sense of weight and presence has completely disappeared, I think of her again, and I think of more Ningyo Jiang from the existence of "Fu Jiang", and also thinking of "Jiang" from Ningyo Jiang. That always Deep inside me, there is as ambiguous as a "virus". When I remembered it, its impression quickly deepened, and the whole process was like a silver bullet forming in my consciousness and thinking.

I knew instinctively that I was already observing "Jiang".

The silver bullet and blood red that I observed at the same time have very similar properties, and when I realized this, I couldn’t help but start to wonder whether the silver bullet was entirely made of Billy himself. He denied it at the first time, only that there was something hidden behind this bullet that Billy himself could not confirm. I began to feel that although this bullet is the embodiment of Billy’s entire life and will, it is not just these, and the "virus" is the driving force behind this embodiment of life and will, and it is The extremely important impetus-Billy alone cannot perform this attack. It is the power of the "virus" and the means of the "virus" that make this attack take shape and reach such a terrible level. It is the purpose of the "virus".

Behind Billy's will, the unjudged will of the "virus" is showing a hideous color.

And this feeling dissolved the emotional **** of "not far from resistance" in the first place. I felt that I could do the act of "dodge", and, at the same time, in my Before using one's own will to decide, the body has already started to shift, letting the vital point avoid the trajectory of the bullet.

However, I am not happy with this result. Instead, I have a heavy heart over all other emotions, because if I survive this, what happens at this time is precisely that I can no longer control myself. The strongest evidence of emotion, thinking, cognition, and will. Before I decided on myself, something deeper and horrible had already been made for me.

That is "virus".

I've been completely ill, and I don't even have the ability to decide death.

The blood red was penetrated by the silver bullet while I instinctively avoided the trajectory of the silver bullet. However, I did not see that silver bullet shot out of this blood red. It seemed to be lost, no longer existed, and digested, silently, leaving no movement or even a slight ripple. . I can't feel the existence of this silver bullet, and the terrible attack that almost left me waiting for death seems to have ended in this way. There is no fierce see-saw, no brilliant sound and light, just like sinking into the deep sea.

It's really scary.

The result before me just made me feel more unbearable, worse, and full of mocking maliciousness than if I was killed by a silver bullet. However, it is precisely because of this malice that I survived. The fact that I am still alive at this moment makes me feel a deep blow to my soul more than ever, and more than ever I feel the horror that stems from the deep darkness.

If this blood red, as I subconsciously think, it is the embodiment of "Jiang". Well, the "Jiang" at this moment is closer to the "virus" than ever before, even if its appearance actually saved my life and showed resistance to the "virus".

Doroth and Shise think that "Jiang" is equivalent to "virus." If they see this scene, they will be delighted and think they have found absolute evidence.

The blood red continued to spread, and soon overshadowed my observation of myself, giving me a feeling of rapid ascent in a blood red cloud. When it reaches a certain peak, it turns into a sense of heaviness and restraint. As if I had a nightmare, I opened my eyes subconsciously, and the scenery of the underground hall squeezed into my field of vision again.

I realized that I had left the state of conscious walking and returned to a more material battlefield.

However, what happened in the world of consciousness is so profound that I cannot forget it at all.

I stand only five meters away from Billy, and Billy is more like a sculpture in the slow world before. The next second, his body slammed to the ground, and there was no more heartbeat or breathing.

Billy is dead. I knew he would die a long time ago, and when I was about to be killed by a silver bullet, I also thought he would die. And I survived in the end, even though this life-saving process contained an uncomfortable malice. I can't describe my emotions at this time. It is impossible to say that there is no happiness at all. However, even if there is happiness, it is only a trace. The huge and violently turbulent emotions are not positive at all.

The air is very quiet. It is clear that the deviating rituals are still being performed. Those ritual performers desperately made hysterical noises, but on the contrary, it made me feel that my surroundings have become quieter, just like those who make noises have been Split into another dimension. In my world, only the file and Billy's body are left.

Fujie is no longer there. I can't feel her presence. She disappeared like a bubble, making me unable to observe.

"...failed?" The file looked regretful. At this moment, she rushed to Billy's side, but it was over. She didn't stop me from Billy's attack~IndoMTL.com~ However, it was not me who killed Billy, but Billy himself. From a deeper point of view, it was the culprit that led to the destruction of this world, in this doomsday fantasy. Here, Billy's death is still not much different from other people's deaths, as if it were an established destiny. I know that the file is not sad for Billy's death, but just regrets the outcome that he could not win with his own life. I can feel the resonance from Billy, and I can also see my own death in his death, and I also believe that the file can also feel this.

After all, we are all mystery experts, chasing mysterious and unknown people in the infinite and profound darkness. Perhaps our trajectory of survival is different, the process of death is also different, and the ways in which our personality and will be expressed are also different. However, we have similar, similar, and even identical parts in essence from the beginning.

"He almost succeeded." I said to the file, I don't even know what the expression on my face was when I said this. Maybe there is no expression, because the complex and turbulent emotions in my heart almost numb my facial muscles.

"It is almost meaningless. Success means success, failure means failure. As long as it is a battle, there are only two endings. There is no middle way." The file reached out and covered Billy Yuan's open eyes, she I lowered my voice, as if I was worried about waking up the corpse, "At least, you let the monster disappear."

I know, she was talking about Fu Jiang. I really don't feel the existence of Fujiang, but I don't believe that Fujiang has been wiped out. Because, before I walked into consciousness, Fujiang had already begun to make changes, and this change was not caused by Billy's attack.

In my opinion, Fu Jiang's disappearance is not the result of the battle between the two in front of me.