Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2180: rising

As if trapped in a deep illusion in their own heart, those yelling people waved their arms vigorously and stepped back, as if they were resisting the approach of some invisible giant. The researcher who was pinched by his throat vomited blood while screaming, and the researcher who pinched him also had a pale face. He looked at his hand and his companion who was pinched to death, the familiar one. The face is becoming distorted and weird, countless tentacles are burrowing out from under the skin, and more tentacles are burrowing in the veins, causing this person's body to swell. However, after blinking, these hallucinations suddenly disappeared. He felt a lot of hands pulling at himself, and after regaining his senses he realized that other people were preventing him from strangling his companion. However, it was too late.

When the researcher who was holding his partner’s throat let go, his whole body was stiff. He watched his partner fall to the ground in a twisted posture, but the fear that followed could not make him feel. It was because I killed my companion that I had such a fear, but after the death of this companion, something worse was about to happen. I had a foreboding of this, so I felt fear.

"Are you crazy too?" those who pulled him demanded.

"No, no, don't you feel it? He said something he can't say!" the researcher argued.

"That's not going to kill him, right?" When others said that, someone had already measured the pulse of the companion who fell on the ground, and the other party shook his head and said, "It's no longer saved, it's weird, he It's not asphyxiated."

"Yes! That's it! Just like the previous one, I said crazy things, so I died!" The researcher in deep fear said loudly, "I don't want to stay here anymore. We all have to become lunatics and die like them. Instead of doing this, it’s better to die sooner."

"Die early? Are you unconscious? You said something like this." The person next to him looked at him incredulously and said, "Are you planning to commit suicide?"

"Ah, no, wait...what am I talking about." The researcher suddenly woke up, holding his head and muttering to himself in disbelief.

"It seems that you are about to fail. Calm down." The person next to him comforted, with hesitation in his words. The mad companions in front of him are not the kind of manic-tempered people at all, nor can they be said to be infirm in their minds. Everyone here is baptized in will, possessing abundant knowledge and rational and tenacious nerves. If these companions are still considered weak-willed people, then, of the more than 4 billion people in the world, there will never be more than 100 people who are firm-willed—maybe a bit exaggerated, but, getting along in the hospital, together. In the days of trouble, it is enough to let everyone know what kind of group of partners the people around them are.

Obviously, people like myself are going crazy one after another, which is definitely not caused by pressure in the normal sense. Behind this madness, there seems to be a pair of terrible eyes that are always watching these people. No matter what it is, there is no direct way to deal with it, nor can it escape this terrible sight. No matter where it is hidden, the thing will be pervasive, attacking from a very conscious way.

To say, this is the active "virus", destroying everyone from the "inside" of oneself and others? This researcher doesn’t think so, because even though the peak of these companions in front of them has a lot of signs of the onset of doomsday syndrome patients, one companion is completely distorted and completely disappeared into the air, and the other companion seems to be his own companion. Strangling to death, in fact, can be seen in a simple autopsy, it is not suffocated to death at all, but its internal organs have been hollowed out-these death phases are completely different from patients with doomsday syndrome.

Even if patients with doomsday syndrome suddenly go to an advanced stage, most of them are spontaneous combustion or collapse into LCL, most of which are the latter.

From the perspective of death only, the culprit that caused the madness and death of these people is not like a "virus", but another thing-a similar to "virus", but with different things.

Is it a variant of "virus"? Or is it possible that the "virus" will undergo some phased changes in the process of activation? Even though I think so, there are not enough tools for verification at this moment.

The most worrying thing is that now chasing the anomaly of myself and others is the second person besides the "virus". Because when the second person appears, it means that the third person and the fourth person will appear. A "virus" already makes people feel tricky. If it is increased, what else can human beings do besides despair and sinking?

"The people over there have also become troublesome." Someone suddenly said that.

These sober people came to the glass wall, they were a group of people. Those who failed to reach the glass wall were those who could not even respond to the inquiry of the researcher who claimed to have heard the weird sound at first, and they were considered to be another group of people. Because of the distance between the two groups of people, there is a clear separation. At this time, you can feel even more that the dead in the group of self-proclaimed "sane" and the group of people who seem to have fallen into a state of delusion a long time ago, There are indeed many differences in pathological manifestations.

"They are more like doomsday patients. And these two..." One of the researchers glanced at the fallen corpse, and the corpse showed no signs of transforming into LCL. "It may be different from the pathogen. ."

"Either way, we can't help." Another researcher was extremely frustrated and desperate. "We are done. We can do nothing but wait for death."

The others were silent, and although there were others who wanted to say something to boost their spirits, they couldn't say it in the end. At this time, all the words that want to boost morale seem to be pretentious and disgustingly false. If it can be useful by relying on blank words, you and others will not fall into this fate, because people like yourself have really worked hard and tried their best. When a person uses his best, no miracle can happen, so what can be done?

The strongest person starts to burst into tears. The more he sheds tears, the more he can feel how despair and fear are eroding his heart, the place where his heart is being pierced, right? It will be filled, leaving nothing but nothing. The muddy crazy thoughts were coming out of his mind little by little, but he tried desperately without saying anything in order to stop himself from carrying out such thoughts.

There is only silence, only silence, as if silence is the last medicine.

The few people who think they are sober but can only be silent, staring at the corpse on the ground, looking at the other side with no godless eyes, the same silent, and the same companions who have done nothing. Suddenly, the group of dull-eyed researchers turned their heads to the glass wall, and the self-proclaimed sober people were shocked by the consistent and sudden movement.

The sights of both sides met, and the self-proclaimed sober side saw it. The other's pupils were exaggeratedly shrunk into a small spot, and the whites of the eyes occupied most of them. The unexpectedly sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the group of people. The body, penetrating the glass wall, penetrating the LCL liquid, penetrating the secret room where everyone was imprisoned, and reaching a distant place, seemed to be able to see what he and others could not see with his eyes. Their consistent movements and consistent eyes can't feel the warmth or coldness of humanity at all. It just makes people feel that the body is not human will, but something else.

What are they looking at? What did you see? Nobody knows. Why do they have these changes? What kind of secrets are hidden behind this change? No one knows.

Everyone who pretends to be sober is at a loss, because they used to know a lot of smart people, but everything now shows that they are just fools who know nothing—the world in their eyes was originally It is clear and full of hope, but now it has become too vast beyond imagination. There are too many things that I have never known, which makes the world extremely complicated, and when I and others put it in it, it is nothing but smallness waiting to die. .

This world is definitely not what I and others have seen, thought or thought in the past. It seems that the survival of mankind in the past is only a short period of surviving, but surviving has not blessed mankind, just as it has not blessed the life population that died in the extinction of species in the past. That vast time is full of unknowns. Whether these unknowns are finite or infinite, their totality is far beyond human imagination.

The enterprising spirit, imagination and thinking ability that mankind is proud of are so vulnerable to the unbelievable unknown total quantity-to survive, it is by no means "just continuous improvement." enough. Human beings are such a creature that needs time and space to grow up. The question is, who will guarantee these?

No one can guarantee. This world that even imagination cannot contain is like a black box that cannot be described by data. People hide in the known carapace, just like a hermit crab. They even look for food with trembling, lest the big octopus, which does not know where it comes from, peels itself out of the carapace in one bite and melts it into juice. Suck it out of the mouth.

No one spoke, the people on one side seemed to see through the void, and the people on the other side looked at these people who seemed to see through the void. Until a strong vibration propagated in all directions, it was definitely not an earthquake-like shaking, but it was also untenable. Several people who claimed to be sober fell down, but were able to feel the direction of the earthquake source more clearly from the ground shaking.

This kind of vibration is so fine, it’s more like a huge machine at work. Due to the violent internal movement, the overall stability is lost. Its vibration is transmitted to the ground, and then spread from the ground to the Farther places-the lighter the range of vibration propagation, the higher the frequency of its vibration, the more it becomes clear that something that may be a "machine" is so huge and its operating energy is so huge.

A vague but huge outline, a force of kinetic energy that can be felt more intuitively, makes these few researchers who subconsciously search for the source of the earthquake can not help but show shocked expressions.

They only thought of one possibility: the body of the color center.

"Is it the color center?" The few people who had been completely plunged into despair and fear, gave up thinking, and could only use silence to fight the enemy beyond imagination, staring at each other. They are not in doubt, but the shattering of hope again and again, so that they have an instinctive resistance to any hope that may be rekindled. However, their sanity still lets them know how this emotion is formed, and they also know that they have the ability to relieve this resistance, but this time, they did nothing.

Even in the past, they, like everyone else, regarded the color center as their last card, the biggest rear, and the last possibility. At this moment, they are also tired. The color center has never appeared when they think they need help the most. They are completely unable to understand what the color center is, what kind of state it is, and what it is doing.

It did what it asked people like itself to do meticulously, but even when the research results were ruined, it didn't make any moves.

They know that maybe they and others can't blame this sad end on the color center, because the color center cannot act on its own. However, there is a gloomy psychology that even disgusts them. At this time, it becomes more and more obvious: In fact, I am very serious and want to blame all sins on this color center that seems to bring hope. On the head. Their own smallness is so small that even they themselves are surprised. The narrowness of their own human nature ~IndoMTL.com~ makes them feel more and more that they are so small.

If you can say "everything is the fault of the **** center", you can be liberated from the deep despair and self-loathing.

It’s not the world’s fault, because the world is so objective. It is not my fault, because I am so subjective. Therefore, it can only be the fault of the color center, because no one knows what it is. Doomsday syndrome patient? Biological computer? Deformed monster?

When he understood that he was thinking that way, the self-proclaimed researcher couldn't help but weaken. They don't seem to continue to ponder themselves, as if they can only get real peace if they are caught in the chaos that is impossible to understand, in the endless darkness, or even not thinking at all.

To escape from fear, despair and madness, it seems that in addition to blending with it, everything else is just self-deception.

　　

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