Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2079: Overlooking the moonscape

What does the building's door to the rooftop look like? No one in the team seemed to know that they used to go to offices and research institutes most often, not the patient's house, and there was no need to understand every detail in the building where the patient lived. They are not busy alone. Every job in the hospital has a strict distribution system and confidentiality system. The division of labor and cooperation is very detailed and close here. Up to now, no one has raised questions about this door, and no one seems to have the ability to raise them. However, the weird and dangerous abnormalities before make people startled, as if all things that have other meanings in ordinary times, in Instead, it loses its most common sense meaning: light is no longer light, and shadows are no longer shadows. Of course, the door is no longer an ordinary door. The deep meaning of its divergence expands in everyone’s mind, letting them make it. I don't know if I'm thinking about it or it's true.

Overly active thinking is not always a good thing even in normal times, and in this hospital, in the current situation, it is even more difficult to make people feel that it is a good situation. They know what they should think about and how they should adjust their psychological conditions through correct thinking activities. Many of them are experts in this area. However, these efforts were all in vain. No one can thoroughly understand why, when you look into your own state at this time, you will find that "one's thinking and consciousness are no longer under their control." In the past, there are many theories and conjectures that can explain this situation, and all of them More or less make people feel reasonable. However, when you can use these principles to analyze the situation, but cannot use these principles to improve the situation, all things that you thought were correct in the past will inevitably be questioned by yourself.

"No, there is no way..." Someone made a strenuous voice, and it was because of his voice that other people regained their subjective consciousness as if they had just awakened from a nightmare. The swelling mind that had thoughts diverged finally became a little more sober.

"Everyone is okay?" The person in charge did not open the door immediately. First, he turned around and confirmed to the person behind, "Report all."

So everyone counted one by one. After reporting the number, everyone feels at ease. Although I don't remember the exact number of people, I still feel that the number is vaguely matched. Moreover, if the number is wrong, people who know the exact number will also bring it up. On the other hand, since no one can tell why, then it is probably no problem.

"..." The sound of the person in charge's breathing was transmitted into the ears of the crowd accompanied by electrical noise, making them feel that the silence of the other party seemed a bit weird.

"What's the matter?" Someone asked, "If you don't open the door soon..."

"Something went wrong." The principal said with certainty: "No one seems to have thought about why we come here directly?"

"What?" Other people are a little confused. Although everyone is covered by protective clothing, only by observing each person's posture and movement, we can still detect the reaction of the principal and other people. Not the same. No one can figure out what he means only from his tone of voice without observing his expression.

"I said before, we have to pass through the two most dangerous places: the rooms of Dr. Ender and the three girls." The subject's volume increased a little, but his voice became deeper, and there was a voice. The harsh taste is like blaming something: maybe it's me, maybe it's everyone here.

"...Yes, that's it..." Someone finally remembered and couldn't help screaming, but deliberately lowered it, turning into a weird, distorted whisper, "Have we passed there?"

"No! Of course not!" Others became more sober, and they finally understood what the principal was trying to say. Obviously, I had already planned for the others, but when I actually acted, I climbed up the stairs with my brain. I didn't walk out of the corridor at all, let alone pass through the two rooms-and I said I would pass there before. The two rooms are almost certain. They think that it is the place that must be passed to the roof of the building, because everyone thinks that it is impossible for a normal staircase to directly lead to the roof.

So, is the cognition wrong at that time, or is it because you and others are now in another inexplicable situation?

"This staircase really leads directly to the rooftop?" The others finally came back to their senses. The contradiction in logic and cognition made them shudder. It is impossible for them to commit this kind of common-sense error. However, what is unusual now is to make common sense less reliable, no matter what it is because of it, the result is already in everyone’s minds. In front of me: The door that seems to really lead to the rooftop is right in front of me. So, should I open it?

Some memories have become confused. Maybe it’s because of the nervousness. However, most people still remember that when they were sure to pass through the room of Dr. Ender and the three girls, they were holding a very certain Attitude. So, assuming that the cognition and judgment at that time were correct, then, where does the door that appears now lead to?

The behavior that didn't seem to be problematic at first began to make people a little confusing. It seems that it has become a problem to grasp the logic to judge, because the standard and correct reference that should have existed-whether it is memory or other What kind of information—has become so that people have to question its standard and correctness.

The problem of the door alone is enough to make people feel headache, but from the problem of the door, there are more problems that can be extended. These problems are full of ignorant and scary logical confusion, which makes people unable to believe. One's own senses and memories make people can't help but subconsciously think about why it looks like this, and how can we solve these problems. However, what they have to face is an emergency situation that they cannot even "think carefully."

When someone tried to come up with a new insight, everyone heard a violent crash from the corners of a few stairs-like a huge and heavy object moving awkwardly, not like a falling object. It’s not like something toppled over. Even though they didn’t really see the actual scene, they could still draw out a weird picture in people’s minds only by sound, making them subconsciously feel that it really is. A certain abnormal creature with a huge body and weight is moving, as if instinctively foraging for food after waking up. These descriptions and descriptions are so vivid, but they are indeed what pops into everyone's minds in an instant.

Everyone feels that their sensibility is deeper than ever before, as if they should not be a scientific researcher, but an artist.

"Here, what the **** is it?" Someone stammered, "Is it really a creature? A mutated creature? But there has never been such a thing in the hospital, right? We are studying Doomsday Syndrome. Patients, not doing biological weapons experiments, right?"

"It's Gaochuan...it must be Gaochuan... Those copies of Gaochuan are mutating!" Some people murmured like this, but this view is still only a minority.

The activity of the source of the sound is becoming more and more intense, and a certain purpose is gradually beginning to emerge. That thing starts to make people feel that it is about to come upstairs.

"Oh my god, my god, my god." Someone was sweating, "Which floor are we on? The fourth floor? The fifth floor? The sixth floor? How many floors are there in this building?"

No one answered him, not even the principal who seemed the most calm on weekdays. Perhaps because there are too many anomalies encountered, no one can give a clear and correct answer even if such a question is asked.

Yes, no one knows what floor they are on, and no one can say vowedly how many floors this building has. They just knew that they were waiting for someone to approach the rooftop, and something terrible was approaching below.

"Can't think about it anymore." The principal warned: "We already knew that there was a physical anomaly in this building, didn't it? There is nothing to be surprised now. I am about to open the door."

The other people looked at each other. Although they hesitated, they still didn't say anything and put the decision right in the hands of the principal. The principal didn't hesitate anymore, grabbing the doorknob that couldn't tell whether it was red or orange, and the quality was worrying and ridiculous because of the smell of plastic, and then he pushed the door open.

Suddenly a frowning smell came out from behind the door, making everyone dizzy. They were clearly wearing protective clothing, and the breathing hole of the hood was also equipped with a filter device, but there was no way to filter the smell. Lose. This smell is not like smelling with the nose, it's more like getting into everyone's mind directly from another space, being recognized and being "stinky." The others in the line behind the principal could not see exactly what is going on behind the door at the first time, but they could hear some intermittent stiff sounds from the principal from the communication device, and they could not tell whether it was from What came from this man's mouth was still coming from his bones.

In short, all the information that can be felt cannot bring people peace of mind. I just feel that behind the door may be a similarly terrifying world, and the principals walking in front of them have been shocked by such terrible conditions. Stayed-his body seemed to be frozen suddenly. After a while, someone pushed his shoulder, but the hand feeling passed back even through the thick protective clothing made the pushing guy feel as if he had touched something uncomfortable.

This is not a good omen. The person standing behind the principal slapped a spirit, and quickly pulled the principal back, and at the same time kicked the door to close it again. The heavy door-closing sound reverberated in the not-so-wide stairs, which seemed hollow, and this loud response aroused the reaction of something under the stairs that I don’t know what it was. The heavy crashing sound that was gradually upward was just there. There was a pause in this loud and empty echo.

Now, everyone who could hear the sound froze, as if they stopped breathing until the new movement awakened them.

"What the hell! What the **** is behind the door!?" someone lowered his voice and asked angrily.

"No, it's not me..." The kicker also seemed a little flustered. He didn't have the temperament to do research on weekdays. The logic of his speech was also nonsense, as if he was shirking responsibility. "I, I don't have Seeing, he...he seems to have a problem, I want to save him." With that, he seemed to communicate something, and emphasized: "Yes, that's it, I tried to save him. Hey, man, you still Okay? Say something." He whispered and pushed **** the principal's shoulder.

As if he had just awakened from a nightmare, the person in charge responded with a stupefied voice: "Yes, yes, okay. I have no problem, no problem at all."

Immediately afterwards, the crash of some kind of giant creature downstairs rang again. Everyone was a little anxious and asked: "What the **** is going on behind the door? Is it the rooftop?" They wanted to know this. Didn’t they come here just to escape this building from the rooftop? At this point, the back road has been blocked by the weird anomaly that I don't know what it is. Going downstairs is simply not a good choice. I can only count on the rooftop behind the door.

"Ah, yes, the rooftop, it's the rooftop." The person in charge said quickly, but everyone still has some doubts, because the person in charge had something wrong before, but even the person who closed the door did not see behind the door. What the **** is there.

No one dares to take the initiative.

The principal paused, seeming to sort out his thoughts, and then said: "Behind the door is indeed the rooftop, but..."

"In danger?" someone asked eagerly.

"No, no, it's just some abnormal phenomenon." The person in charge paused again before saying to others: "I, I saw the moon, but it's not a normal moon at all."

He said that, other people simply can't understand, even if they know that the moon seems to have a problem, but what is the problem? If you don't witness it, you can't even touch it at all. However, if it's just that the moon looks something wrong, it seems to be a somewhat reassuring situation among all kinds of bad things. Because everyone knows how far the moon is from the earth.

"It's also possible that there is something wrong with the atmosphere~IndoMTL.com~Can't see the moon like usual." Someone immediately argued.

"Should we go in then?" another person asked.

The movement downstairs is closer again, and the answer is already obvious: "We have no choice."

"Then, let's do it again." The person in charge seemed to be unable to control so much. He grabbed the doorknob again, pushed the door open, and rushed in with desperate aura. Others followed suit and filed in. After that, they finally understood what the person in charge said about the moon.

As if bleeding, as if the blood has dried up for a long time, it is no longer bright and vivid, but it is obviously with a particularly ominous feeling-now looking at the sky, you can see the moon like this colour. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.

　　

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