Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2081: Crazy under the moonlight

On the roof, the people in the fence are struggling hysterically like prisoners, wailing, making heart-palpitating sounds like hysteria, screaming, groaning, murmuring, painful The groaning was like another soul arguing in their brains. They seemed to have no idea that they had fallen to the ground, their curled bodies were twitching, and it was as if they could not even hear their own groaning voice. No one would think that such a group of people were once calm and rational researchers. They are like the model of those crazy patients in mental hospitals, doing crazy behaviors commonly recorded in the history of mental illness, and their voices are in the ears of other people. , Is just the babbling of madmen, and to themselves, it is like discovering the truth of the world. They cheered for the thoughts that appeared in their minds like a flash of light, and at the same time they were terrified at the secrets revealed by that light.

"God, God! We just exist here, we just exist here..."

"Let me go, let me go, don't let me think about it again. I don't want to think about it anymore...cough cough...no, don't..."

"No, no, no no no no no! I can't think anymore, my brain can't stop, I'm going to explode..."

"Let me stop thinking. Stupidity, ignorance is the way of human existence..."

There is no visible entity targeting this group of poor guys. All the abnormal movements they have ever felt, and the scenes that are out of line with daily life that they have been watching, are all isolated from this rooftop and are Those barbed wire fences, railings, windows and gates block it, but something invisible and inexplicable-perhaps a force, or a form, or a phenomenon, or a movement, which is totally incompatible with common sense. Different concepts burrow into their brains like worms, making them crazy about everything they think of. All the things they can think about are like things that are more real than nightmares, but they can’t stop themselves from imagining, thinking, and catching that flash of light. The cleverness they used to be proud of is here. At this moment, they have become an invisible killer, destroying all the foundations on which they rely on knowing themselves and understanding the world.

They have to feel scared. Although this process and the original source of the sickness are invisible to them, the destructive phenomenon it brings is happening to them, and they cannot stop it, obviously in a kind of ignorance. In the state, we can still know that our own intelligence is heading towards an irreversible collapse. My own outlook on life, world outlook, morality, values, philosophy, belief... all the concepts used as standards to judge things are distorted and transformed into They looked like they had never thought of before, fragmented and bizarre, but the self-proclaimed strong will of mankind could not stop such changes, distortions and collapses.

Even, in such a sense of powerlessness, they feel more than ever that the so-called "thinking" is only a trivial part of the movement of the universe, and the so-called "will" is based on this small movement. Perhaps it can be called an illusion. Those things that seem to be rooted in materiality, those things that are explained from the spiritual level, are nothing peculiar, and people think these are very important, and only It's just because of one's own ignorance.

Different understandings of things are constantly emerging from their minds. They are "suddenly figured out". When they think this is their own idea, they will suddenly think "What is this idea? Isn't it from their own? Is it strictly original from their own?" In the painful thinking that swelled themselves, they had to deny that these ideas came from themselves.

——There must be something terrible that has stuffed these terrible thoughts, thought movements, and spiritual will into my brain.

Such thoughts are extremely common in the minds of these researchers, and it is inevitable. It makes them feel that they have learned the truth, and they do not consciously want to think about what it is and what it is. , What kind of way can we do such a thing. They have even deduced dozens of theories that can explain the current situation. However, each theory is not practical, and the reason is often that they recognize that they lack sufficient conditions and resources to operate and verify these theories. This kind of self-consciousness makes them even more crazy.

Everyone is terrified of who they are today, and this seemingly endless thought activity. They can clearly foresee that if they don’t stop, the physical structure of the body will even undergo abnormal changes due to this expanded thought activity. It is not just a change in the spirit, but a change in the substance through the spirit.

There are too many things they need to think about. The scientific truths falsified by them in this period of time are more than those denied by scholars in the past 100 years. They don’t think they are wrong, rather, If these things that you think about are wrong, then where are the right things? The scope of these thoughts includes the basic knowledge of human beings about themselves and the world. They have a desire in their hearts, fearing and eager for success. Either way, it seems to destroy yourself.

They can see each other's state clearly, but even if they see it, they don't have more energy to pay attention to it, because all their brains seem to be used to think about the problems they can think of. No matter how painful, ill, or wrong, other people besides themselves would have no spare capacity to take care of them.

The people on the roof began to roll. They tore their protective clothing. They opened the breathing masks and couldn’t wait to face the fresh air. They beat their heads, chests and the ground hard, like pain can make They feel better. There is no doubt that in any human standard, they are torturing themselves, but even so, there is a mysterious and twisted smile on their faces, which makes people shudder.

"...No, no no no no no! Stop, stop, stop!" The person in charge seemed to have managed to get rid of the huge and violent thinking vortex, his distorted expression was a little calmer, but his eyes were still It was full of struggle, as if it would fall into the same madness in the next moment. Obviously he didn't fight, but he felt weak, as if every inch of bones and nerves had been crushed. He could only crawl on the ground like a worm. Although he wanted to regain his senses of his mad companions around him, but Such thoughts were soon swallowed by a more intense frenzy of thinking. He felt that his knowledge of himself was crumbling, and the only thing he could do was to leave the rooftop and climb back into the stairs behind the door to avoid being directly illuminated by this crazy blood moon.

Yes, his thinking is warning him that the source of this irresistible madness is the heavy **** moon above his head. In other words, it is not the moon at all, and it is fundamentally different from the satellite that revolves around the earth in common sense. Although it is impossible to understand why it replaced the moon on this night, its appearance has been proved deadly by people like myself.

"Don't think, don't think, don't think..." The person in charge warned himself feebly, while squirming to the door, he crawled so slowly that when reason was swaying in that madness, this crawling action It's like a mechanical instinct. Only when he touched the door with a different texture from the surrounding things, his eyes broke free from that crazy look, and he could still hear himself muttering mad words endlessly-these mad words were very helpful to a thinking and thinking person. The person who likes to think is full of fatal temptation, and he must control himself not to think.

If you think, you will lose, you will die, and you will become something else-his instincts warned him like this.

The reason why he was able to realize the danger faster than others, and still retain subtle leeway when others lose the ability to resist, is only because he has seen more similar situations than others. Rather, on this planet, someone who knows better than him what kind of danger he is encountering may be able to count without even using ten fingers.

It may be confusing and questionable to say it, but the person in charge also does not understand the "virus" and related conditions, and also does not understand the various abnormalities that are occurring right now. Many changes have sensitivity that ordinary people cannot compare. He even knew that although he hadn’t seen any anomalous entities so far, those anomalous things, which had already occurred or had come, were hiding in this isolated island hospital and became active as the situation continued to deteriorate. .

What I have heard before, seems to be some kind of behemoth movement downstairs, it is definitely not my own auditory hallucinations, but there are real things.

So, he is more cautious than anyone, and he feels more fearful—the situation now is completely different from a few hours ago.

"Help, help me, help..." A hand was placed on the arm of the principal when he was struggling to open the door, and this researcher seeking help was the only one encountered by the principal who could still be conscious Companion who sent out a distress signal. Although he doesn't understand how this person got rid of part of the thinking frenzy temporarily, he certainly can't ignore such a person. Moreover, if there are new changes in the future, he does need a companion, or more companions, before he feels that it is possible to solve the trouble.

The person in charge knows exactly where he is different from other people, but this particularity is not enough to save himself.

The person in charge didn’t have the strength to respond to the person’s cry for help, but just patted the opponent’s hand as best as he could. The moment the opponent released his hand as if he knew it, his body was like a spring, which would accumulate for a long time. All the power was vented. He opened the door in one breath, dragged his companions, and fell into the door.

They rolled on the stairs next to the door and fell into the corner, and the door that was once opened seemed to be something alive with consciousness and purpose, and slammed shut. The crimson moonlight was isolated on the rooftop. The air that was cold but clear in the night breeze became turbid again, and this turbidity only made the two who escaped the rooftop by chance felt that they had returned to the world from hell.

The two of them hugged each other, huddled in the corner and panted for a long time before regaining the strength to open their eyes. Gradually, the two of them could hear more voices, and the constant noise from downstairs continued, as if after they waited for someone to enter the rooftop, the anomaly in this building did not change significantly. Even so, it's hard to believe that it really hasn't changed.

They think they should say something to avoid thinking about the thoughts in their minds that seem to have temporarily stopped swelling, and to divert their attention. However, the brain capacity that was finally freed up made them wonder what to say. As soon as they think about "what should they say", they will have more ideas about this direction, making them a little nervous. They tried to empty their heads, seeming to prove that their choice to escape from the rooftop was correct, and they could barely do it this time.

Although a respite that seemed okay for the time being made the two of them not want to get up, the movement from downstairs was still approaching, still staying on the rooftop, and the other people who were exposed to the blood-red moonlight did not I need to worry about this anomaly that seems to be climbing up the stairs. Even so, is it better for the two of them who have gotten rid of the **** moonlight, or is there no need to worry about anyone other than the **** moonlight in a better situation? Even the two parties involved could not make a firm judgment.

"Then, that...what's your name?" the principal asked in a dry voice.

"...no husband~IndoMTL.com~ the person replied that at this time the principal noticed that the man’s protective suit seemed to be intact, and it was embarrassingly distinct from the tattered goods that had been torn from his body. Contrast. This is very unusual. The person in charge knows that the power that destroys the mind will never release water on anyone. In other words, this person may be less affected by the **** moonlight than himself-he is special Yes, and this person does not seem to be normal.

Furthermore, this man seems to be a man, and his name is really the most weird thing so far: Not being a husband? What's the name? Can't understand it at all, is it a cold joke?

"No, don't do..." The principal was stumbling.

"Not being a husband." The man repeatedly emphasized, "Not being a husband, not not being a husband."

"...is there any difference?" the principal couldn't help asking back. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.

　　

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