Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2084: Ritual

The heart of not being a husband is full of contradictions. He can neither judge whether what the person in charge is saying is true or not, nor know what bargaining chips the other party and the human have, and when the two parties reach a deal, it will attract What are the consequences. Moreover, he can be a killer, or a researcher, who can kill people, and he can also study something that is beneficial to people. However, save the world? Regrettably, not only did he never do it, but he never felt that he was capable of it. Even so, when this road is clearly placed in front of him, no matter how many reasons he uses to persuade himself to ignore it, there is also an impulse to do it-because there really seems to be nothing more in the hospital than himself. The right person is chosen. If he does not agree to do this, then who will do it? If you do, you may not be able to see the result, and perhaps it is also desperate and there is no room for it, but if you do not do it, the logic of not being a husband has already told him a desperate result.

　　 The abnormal movement downstairs is coming so tightly, behind the door next to him, the strange crimson moonlight continues to attack people's minds. No matter the way forward or the way back, it is difficult for people to see hope. He shrank in a small corner, buried in the thick shadow, and his heart, like his body, has been shrunk to a nowhere. In the corner where there is no room for retreat.

　　——I know, I know, I have to do it.

　　 There is such a voice in his heart that is not working as a husband, and it is especially clear in his swelling thoughts. Then you have to do something that no one can replace, you have to do something that only you can do, as if at this moment, the whole world that is already facing collapse, perhaps the only remaining light, is all focused on yourself.

　　——This is just an illusion. This is just an illusion. Don’t be deceived. You are not special, you are not irreplaceable, and you are not a husband.

　　 This kind of heartfelt reverberates in the mind of not being a husband. In the constant wandering thoughts, it is like a sharp knife to chop the impulse that makes one's heart palpitating, and the constantly surging emotions.

　　 He suddenly felt that in such a terrible experience, he had understood one thing: It turns out that he is not a machine without dreams, desires, and impulses. After so many years, no, it should be said that I have spent that time. After the icy childhood, he is still a person full of ridiculous, naive, and stupid dreams like ordinary people.

　　——I want to be a hero. Just like in the story, those protagonists who sacrificed their lives to save everything in the final moment.

　　 Fuzuo was very surprised by his own feelings. He never thought he was such a person. It’s not that he didn’t have similar life-and-death experiences in the past, and he even couldn’t help but recall past near-death experiences. However, in the cold and gloomy but nothing special life that disturbed him, he just felt more and more about himself. It’s no different from others, but it’s just a little bit unlucky. And in this world, there are more unlucky guys than him, more miserable than his life, and life like a storyline is also everywhere. Everyone abounds among others. People often say that reality is more absurd than stories, but he has a deep understanding.

　　 Because of this, he didn't think he would have such a story. His own life and his own death were supposed to be plain and ordinary, and he was willing to accept it, but the facts seemed to prove that what he had to face after all seemed more bizarre than he thought. Even my own essence is a little different from what I thought in the past...No, it's not just a little bit, but almost the opposite.

　　 He can't help but wonder, is this really his own impulse, his own desire, his own dream, his own desire?

　　 "Maybe there are other ways..." Shifu murmured to himself.

　　 At this time, the person in charge continued to say: "You have no choice, nor do I, you see, I said before that the rooftop can escape, but I was wrong, even if the abnormality is not the red moonlight. It’s something else, we don’t even want to implement the established plan. The rooftops are surrounded by all sides, and I only realized this mistake after entering, but you who have not realized this mistake until now, doesn’t it mean, this Is this kind of unconsciousness an abnormality in itself? We may have made many wrong decisions when we are unconscious, but we have not yet realized what it is."

　　"..." Not being a husband must admit that this sentence makes sense, but he still asked: "What does it have to do with you not negotiating in person?"

　　 As soon as he finished speaking, he heard another huge movement downstairs. The sound made was more real than what he had heard before, and it made people unable to imagine what kind of thing it was just from the sound.

　　ketelili……ketelili……ketelili……

　　 Both of them vaguely heard such a sound, "ketelili" is just a feeling formed in their minds, but in fact, humans cannot use the vocal cords to pronounce it correctly, or simulate this pronunciation in their minds.

　　"...That’s the reason. We didn’t realize that some wrong decision to let it appear and let it grow." The principal’s expression became serious and determined, "I have to divert this thing and make A channel for you to escape, but this is my limit. I hope you can get what I need before I get killed."

　　 The terrible voice keeps becoming clearer. You can now imagine from the voice how big the thing is and what kind of state it is. There are some more vivid shadows in his mind: it is like a gel It is as soft as mucus, and it is full of viscosity and plasticity, but it is not fixed in a certain image. This thing creeps, crawls, and no angle can constitute a climbing obstacle. Any gap can be penetrated. It is not just the gap between objects in common sense, but some concepts that are close to "gaps". This weird thing is usually impossible to be observed by people, because the world that people can recognize and touch is only one angle of the "world" in the macro sense, and it happens to be in another angle. When it travels through the "gap", it sometimes approaches the point of view that humans can know, intentionally or unintentionally, so humans can perceptually feel its existence. Even so, at this time, its sense of existence is only It can scare people, and it won't cause people much trouble.

　　Only when it gets closer, closer, and is about to enter the angle that humans can recognize and touch, it becomes a terrible thing-because it has not fully entered the angle, humans almost can’t help it. But it is accustomed to this and can affect mankind more profoundly. In short, at this time, it becomes a monster that humans can deeply perceive, even observe, but cannot kill.

　　 The information about this weird thing that screamed "ketelili" was completely woven in the mind of a husband, as if he had imagined it himself, as if he suddenly understood, this The cognition is so abrupt that it should be suspected, but there is absolutely no way to generate doubts without being a husband. Yes, this information is so inexplicable, so unbelievable, and so counterintuitive, but the instinct and perception of being innocent has produced a certain indescribable trust in it with a force that transcends rationality.

　　If you don’t believe it, you’ll die...Of course, there may be such factors as well.

　　 One thing about not being a husband is still very clear. Whether he believes it or not, the monster downstairs is just like the information he suddenly knows. Everything that is happening in this hospital is the fact that he has personally experienced. This fact is destroying him, destroying other people, destroying the entire hospital, and possibly destroying the entire human world, and even this planet that is closely related to all beings. He really has no choice. Whether he believes it or not, there is not much he can do.

　　 Although the person in charge spoke with great awe, he had the spirit of breaking the boat, and he took the initiative to confront this monster and buy time for subsequent actions. If he promised him, then, at least for now, there is no need to deal with that strange and dangerous thing head-on. It can be seen that there are too many advantages, and the disadvantages are only a possibility, so that the non-workers can find no excuses for rejection. But he couldn't help thinking, why did the person in charge do this for certain that he would definitely help him instead of fleeing after pretending to agree?

　　 "Because, I choose to believe that you are a reliable and trustworthy person." The person in charge seemed to see the last obstacle in the mind of the infidel, and answered very readily, "When things come to an end, I have to choose from all improper options. In, choose one that you can accept, right? Anyway, the next situation will not get better, it will only get worse, whether it becomes worse from you, or worse from other places, both The same."

　　 Fuzuofu's keen sense of being a killer smelled some familiar smells. It was the smell of the person in charge, a smell that would come from a person who was about to die.

　　 "Are you going to die?" Fufu asked.

　　 "No, I just want to take a gamble. If you move fast enough, maybe you can save my life." The person in charge showed an open-minded smile, as if seeing through the heart of not being a husband, there was no resistance. "Listen, don’t be your husband. If you successfully escape from this building, go to this place and follow the marked route. This is a place that only Dr. Ender knows about. This is why I saved him the most. The main reason. You will go to a place... Don’t look at me, I don’t know the specific situation, because I have never been there, but, I know, she or it is there. Moreover, it is only there. It is the ontology, and other places are just its terminal. You contact it and give it this information. After receiving this information, it is up to it to decide whether it completes the transaction. You don’t need to interfere with it. There is no way to interfere with its choice. After that, you will stay there forever. If this world is destined to be destroyed, then it is also the place where it will be destroyed at last. You can live a little longer, Nor will it be as painful as other doomsday patients."

　　 "Did you want to go by yourself?" As a husband asked, he collected the memory chip that the principal had disassembled from the protective suit and loaded it into his tattered protective suit. Perhaps it was lucky. Or some kind of omen, these calculator devices hidden deep inside the protective clothing are still working.

　　 "No, if it is not necessary, I will not pass, it is too dangerous." The principal said, "When I had the idea of ​​wanting the past, the situation has not allowed me to pass, you see, it is now ."

　　 Saying this, the principal stood up on his knees, and his spine, which had always been weak and rickety, straightened up suddenly. He opened his hands and faced the sky, speaking loudly as if calling something that no one understood. , It is a kind of sound, a kind of language, full of rhythm, but incomprehensible. At the same time, it seems to be receiving some kind of information, just as people are immersed in nature and let the soul receive the washing of natural breath.

　　No husband stared at him, but suddenly there was a feeling of dizziness, a sense of visual gap, a change is taking place in the principal and his surroundings~IndoMTL.com~ It is difficult for him to continue to recognize The person in charge-what kind of appearance does this person look like? What kind of figure? Tall and thin? What is the shape of the arms and legs? The information that is usually clear at a glance, and the information that should have been known a long time ago, is all blurred in the mind of a husband. Then, the "person" of the principal is just like a human being. An inexplicable sense of fear gradually grows in the mind of not being a husband when observing the changes in the principal. This fear is very similar to the fear that already exists in the hospital, but it is not about the feeling of being a killer in the past. The fear of human nature, the human heart, and the instinct of life, but something else, a different, indescribable sense of fear.

　　 However, when not being a husband feels the birth of this kind of fear in his heart, such a strange and trembling sense of fear is constantly injecting new vitality into his body, and even, it is constantly in The swelling imagination, thinking, and chaotic thinking process in my mind have all been suppressed or sorted out. Compared with the feeling of "I'm going crazy", this sense of fear makes not being a husband feel more relaxed and comfortable.

　　 Fuhu finally had the power to stand up. He saw the wonderful light, which was like the illusion of the moon in the water. It seemed that the light would disappear completely in the next moment, and he couldn’t even tell the color of the light, just It's definitely not white. These lights surrounded the principal as if they were alive, making his entire human form seem to dissolve in the light-no, I really saw it. The limbs and torso of the human form are disintegrating, as if they are piled up with foam. Now it's just getting back to the original state.

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