Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1097: Foreshadowing

Someone approached, I took Zhenjiang back to the room, and crouched behind me for a while, when someone really passed by the window, he seemed to notice something, and repeatedly turned around outside the room where I was hiding. Several times, I poked my head in from the window sill, but did not notice us who hid under the window sill. After another while, his footsteps faded away. I squatted on the ground and didn't stand up for a while. I began to feel a little weird. The behavior of these mysterious experts was a little abnormal. It should be said that it was too careless, or something... …I can’t tell, it’s just that I can infiltrate here in the way of ordinary people. No, it can even be said that this kind of patrol itself is very weird. The mystery experts in the team must be good at scope monitoring. If I am just an ordinary person, the probability of being discovered is as high as 99%, but , Now that he has escaped safely, he feels that it went so smoothly not because of the potential mystery that he possessed at work.

My feelings and cognition are somewhat contradictory, but I can't find the source of the abnormality, which makes me a little uneasy. I looked around, the diffuse gray fog made the outline of the scene appear blurred, and when I focused on a certain place, I often felt a slight dizziness. The voices from the outside seemed to be approaching here and gradually became louder. However, I hadn't noticed before. When I concentrated on listening, these voices were always very fuzzy. These noisy sounds give people the impression of busyness, but nothing more. It is impossible to distinguish the various details of the busyness.

I took Mae's hand, and suddenly there was a feeling that the temperature of this hand was dropping. I couldn't help but look at her, but suddenly realized that what I was holding was only an arm, and Zhen Jiang was gone. Only this arm is rapidly degenerating from flesh and blood into a cold material. I couldn't help but put it on this arm and rolled to the right. The arm fell to the ground, making a heavy collision sound, and then it became another thing-like a stick, without the outline of the arm.

Mae completely disappeared before his eyes. The weirdness in my heart burst out all of a sudden. The sound in the ears also began to change their tone at this time, from a busy and energetic feeling to a blunt and cold feeling. Afterwards, it was not a human voice at all, and it was not reminiscent of it. Someone is active there.

I was shocked and realized that I had fallen into the "mystery", but when and how I fell into this "mystery", it is difficult to be sure. I raised my head. Looking in the direction where you are going, in the gaps between layers, the people who existed before have completely disappeared, and the figures left there are no longer like human figures, but rather like some human-like monsters. They wander in alleyways, stairs and rooms. It looks like a ghost, but also like a phantom. However, when I stared at them, a familiar silhouette flashed past my vision.

I couldn't help catching up. The figure in front of me walked faster and faster, and I had lost the calmness to avoid other human figures. However, even if I passed by those who seemed to be mysterious experts, they did not notice my existence. Even if you are close to them, you can't see their faces, even the outlines of their bodies and clothing. It has also become more vague than before. You can only draw the conclusion that they are the mysterious experts in the team from the general impression, but what they are. It is also impossible to identify at this time. In order to avoid these human figures, I was cautious before, but the figure far away in front of me was so attractive that it made me rush forward. "The figure on the top" is more important than "hiding the mysterious experts."

This kind of sensibility encouraged me. After confirming that my actions would not be detected by the humanoid figures of these mysterious experts, I left my hidden mind and kept chasing me. I ran as hard as I could, and the body of ordinary people quickly reached the critical point of speed, and the decline in physical strength could be clearly felt. I gasped hard, as if I was about to inhale the air around me into my lungs. My lungs and throat were dry and hot, but I still couldn't catch up with that figure.

The place where the figure walked soon ceased to be a serious road, or it was obviously an alley or staircase when it walked, but when I caught up, there was no such thing. The road is normal. Either the room is blocking the front, or some strange structure, and passing through the gap, when you glance at it, you can see the figure disappearing in front. However, this obstacle cannot prevent my determination to catch up. I climbed the wall through the window, drilled through the narrow and irregular gaps in the structure, and walked to the outside of the suspended wall. Only the area with a large heel area can fall. foot. Standing on a high place and looking down, the bottom covered by the gray fog presents a distorted scene. The outline of the building seems to be rotating, and the sound of activity is thrown out from the center of the vortex, like a pair of pairs. The big invisible hand will drag me down.

If you fall, you will die. My position is too high and dangerous. It makes me feel that as long as there is a gust of wind, I will fall staggeringly. I stick to the wall, walking next to each other step by step, how did I get up in the first place? I can't think of it anymore, my mind is a little confused, but I am getting more and more certain that the place I am in is not the normal state of the ruling bureau, but I don't feel that this is the mystery of the ruling bureau at work. I have an affirmative thought in my heart, as long as I catch up with that figure, I can understand it. That figure is so familiar, but who is it? But there was no impression at all in my mind.

It seems that I came here just to catch up with this figure.

No, I know that my original goal was not this, but, seeing that figure, even the original goal seemed to be less important—no, not so, my original goal was not It can be achieved here. Why am I... standing here for what?

Memory is like this world shrouded in gray mist, and it is also shrouded in mist. I know the chase now, and I understand that this chase is also abnormal, but it cannot be stopped. I can't think about it anymore.

When I finally returned to the normal roadway. The figure had stopped, and I couldn't help but slowed down. At this time, the surrounding was completely quiet, except for the two of us. I can no longer feel the presence of other people. The atmosphere became weird, my mind suddenly awoke a little, and immediately stopped, and ten meters away, I stared at the figure in front of me. The grey mist is flowing, as if being pushed away by a pair of big hands. Let that figure gradually become clear.

It's a girl, about thirteen years old, wearing a white dress with suspenders, and holding a bear puppet larger than her in her right hand. The attire and exposed skin were already covered with stains and blood, and it was impossible to tell whether she was injured or not. It was the blood of someone else contaminated her. These blood stains were still very dry at first, but in a blink of an eye they flowed down, along the white skin, over the gray stains, and slid down on the huge bear puppet. The bear puppet was originally in tatters, and the eyes of the buttons were half off. The cotton, which looked like internal organs, was also exposed and looked dirty, but when the blood dripped on its body, it seemed to come alive. The button's eyes retracted to where it should be, and the cotton in the internal organs also turned into a black color, flowing back into the cracks, through the gaps, I saw that the inside of the bear puppet was no longer cotton. It's something sticky and muddy.

The bear puppet seems to jump up in the next moment and become a huge monster, and the girl dragging such a weird bear puppet, gently turned her head, let me see her right eye-emerald of. The lucid sense of existence overwhelmed this misty environment. Even me, ten meters away, could see myself in her pupils at a glance.

I remember now, why can't I remember it before?

"Doroth!" I shouted.

I don't understand why she appeared in this place. After I recovered from this doomsday illusion, it was the first time to face her in this world. No, I even thought about it. In fact, she was beside the other me. Or, she, like Jiang, will not start again with the destruction of the world. Dorothy, whether it is from the perspective of the doomsday fantasy or the reality of the hospital, this name has special features that the Bajing and others do not have.

She is like imitating the existence of "Jiang". When I first met her, she was indeed an imitation of the "Final Weapon". During the short time I spent with her, I thoroughly realized the difference between her and "Zhenjiang", and what are the differences? Similarities. In the reality of the hospital, I can only collect her information from the side, and never find her. I can only confirm her sense of existence from the memories and the right eye. In the doomsday illusion, the time I spent with her normally was just a battle. In the reality of the hospital, she only exists in the memories of "Gaochuan", but in the former me, she was in an abnormal way. One of the existences that have been with me for the longest time-my right eye, my right eye, has been replaced by her right eye after that battle, just like exchanging the left eye with Mae.

Now, she once again stood in front of me in a very special way. What does she want to say to me? What does she want to do to me? Is the weirdness I have encountered so far because she is calling me? Why does she appear in such an image? Too many questions, as if there are too many hints, are intertwined, and the things that can be guessed become muddy and unclear.

She didn't speak at first, only I called her name again and again: "Doroth..." I wanted to step forward, grab her, and pour out my own question to her, but, When I took a step, I realized that my feet seemed to be petrified, and I couldn't move a step. I struggled, but in vain. At this moment, Dorothy finally turned around completely, and the huge bear puppet dragged on the ground, making a rustling sound. Soon, a pool of blood was accumulated on the feet of both, and "Jiang When the power of "" is released, the extremely thick **** liquid produced is different. The blood flowing on Dorothy's body is not very thick, but the color is deeper, as if it will deteriorate after contact with air. Purple-red, it becomes purple-black, and finally becomes turbid, viscous black. Only at this time, the concentration of the liquid will look very similar to "Jiang".

"Jiang" is a deep and malicious red, while "Doroth" is a muddy and declining black. I can't help but think of the situation of the two at this time.

"Jiang" is an anomaly of flourishing life, and even though "Doroth" is similar to "Jiang", its essence is nothing but a "doomsday syndrome patient".

Doroth and I are on the point of being eroded and destroyed by the "virus" and the disease is abnormal. It is not much different from other doomsday syndrome patients, even in fact, the same is true of color.

The difference between us is only the way we encounter and behave after the disease. But after all, they are just patients.

"Doroth...great, you are still alive." Although she did not speak, she looked very depressed, making me feel that she did not come with kindness. But, it doesn't matter, no matter what she wants to do, I will not disgust and blame her for it. Being able to see her again proves that she is indeed alive. That’s enough, "I can’t find you in the hospital. Everyone treats you as dead, but I always hope that you just hid. So, you really hid. Right? "

"Achuan..." Dorothy's tone fluctuates slightly, as if to hide her emotions, "I don't know, what to call you now, in fact, you shouldn't be resurrected. Why do you want to resurrect? What?"

Her expression is very calm, but I feel that her heart is actually not so calm on the surface. She is looking for an answer, but this answer, in fact, I don't have it either. I think about everything that happened in my "death state", but. There is no impression, only the feeling of "dead". All I can remember are the memories before the complete death and after the resuscitation. At the last moment before death, I did entrust everything that I failed to accomplish to the "Gao Chuan" afterwards. I never thought that I would recover. Therefore, I never took the initiative to think about "If I could "Resurrection" is a hypothesis.

I really thought that at that moment, it was the real end for me as a person. Now ruminating that memory, we may find various reasons, such as the existence of "Jiang", such as "may be unwilling". However, the reason found deliberately does not actually make much sense, and I have never had it. Use these reasons to convince yourself.

I just "come back alive", so I continue my actions and nothing more. It was not for what, so I had to survive, and I had to live to take action—when I died in the hospital reality, I had indeed used my death as my final realization and entrusted everything as Gaochuan. I don’t know how the successor Gao Chuan will act, whether my last beliefs and last delusions will be passed on to him, whether the power I once possessed will be inherited by him, all of this, at the time, it was impossible to go. confirm.

Clearly with the consciousness of complete death, to face the interrupted ending, but at a certain moment, he suddenly "woke up", and then, directly in the consciousness, had the impression of "resurrection from the dead", And all kinds of obscure, as if it were me, but not my own memory. In fact, when I first woke up, I didn't even understand what kind of person I was, or even if it was a human being. Only the cognition of "I am Gaochuan" took root stubbornly in my mind, and then quickly integrated everything. My memory, personality, and will all come from before the "death in the hospital reality", so I continue the "Gaochuan" that was interrupted by death at that time.

I can’t answer Dorothy’s question "Why should I be resurrected?" because, for me, when I die, I never thought that I could be resurrected. Only on the basis of the resurrection, asking questions such as "why do these things do" is effective. However, Dorothy did not seem to have thought about such problems, or, in fact, she already had her own judgment in her mind.

Doris knows the relationship between me and "Jiang", and it is only natural to associate the abnormality that arises in me with "Jiang". And her attitude and perception towards "Jiang" was very bad from the beginning. Of course there are many factors, but I think the most important reason is that she feels that "Jiang" caused everything. I don't know how many elements of "Jiang is a virus" in it, or whether there are also elements of "Mae Jiang who is a pathogen carrier who has died in the hospital in reality".

In short, the mismatch between Dorothy and Jiang is obvious, and it is understandable to extend this mismatch to me. Whether her "prejudice" is correct or not is actually difficult for me to answer. It’s just that I love her like a loved one, so even if this “prejudice” spreads to myself, I won’t feel embarrassed. She has her thoughts, which is a good thing, and I always think so, even though, because of different thoughts, it often leads to conflicts.

"Sorry, probably because I think I should be able to work harder, so I didn't die completely." I found this reason and answered Dorothy's question.

"You have worked hard enough, and your hard work is over, why not just do it?" Dorothy said, "Even if you are resurrected now, what is the use? You are no longer You are now, this is a fact, but you can't perceive it yourself. Everything you do is completely different from what you want!" Dorothy's tone was a little excited.

"Even if you say that..." I smiled slightly, and I couldn't even tell if there was a bit of bitterness inside.

"Does everything you do now really come from your own thoughts?" Dorothy asked, before I could answer, she replied: "No, even if you think it’s your own Thoughts are not your own thoughts. You just... become Jiang, a puppet of the virus. Forget it... Even if you say that, it is of no use. The starting point of your thinking and actions is It’s entirely centered on it, and you don’t doubt this ideology. No, it should be said that you now only approve of this ideology."

"Maybe..." I don't want to refute Dorothy's view, because her idea is actually not wrong. Every thing, from a different perspective, has a different form, and human beings cannot fully analyze a thing from a "comprehensive" theoretical basis. Therefore, I will not say that Dorothy's view is wrong, but I also don't admit that her thinking is wrong.

My thoughts, my plans; Dorothy’s thoughts, Dorothy’s plans. The thoughts and plans of Gaochuan, Shise, and Dorothy in the past; my thoughts and plans at this moment-although there have been contradictions, in the face of an unrecognizable existence like the "virus", none of them are completely Correct and feasible. Our choices are different, but the most essential goal is indeed the same. It is just the starting point for action, not the same.

"I really don't think I have chosen the worst route." I said.

"I understand, I understand...so, here I am." Dorothy said, "I spent a lot of effort to activate the foreshadowing buried in the'script', it was not used in such a place. , At this time, it is not you that is aimed at."

"Do you know the script? The one from Dr. Ender?" Although I have guessed that way~IndoMTL.com~ However, after hearing Dorothy mention it, I couldn't help but confirm it.

"The script, it was originally something that can be completed by color..." Dorothy replied: "I am a hacker, just like opening a back door in the program. I have buried in the script only I know Foreshadowing, it seems to be just a normal part of the script in normal times, but it can be deviated at critical times."

The word "deviation—" reminds me of the mysterious experts of Torchlight and the "great deviation" mentioned by Sigma before.

"Yes, even a small deviation can play an important role at a critical time." Dorothy said: "Initially, this deviation was not aimed at you."

"Is it aimed at Jiang?" I seem to understand. What Dorothy relied on made her think that she had a chance to overcome "Jiang", "Virus", "Hospital", and the power to reverse all disadvantages.

That is a force based on the "script" as the core and the macro destiny of the entire doomsday illusion. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)