Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1173: Nightmare overlap

In the reality of the hospital, Sakiya, Hakkei and Marceau are also special cases of doomsday syndrome patients. "Takakawa" and the hospital jointly failed in the first attempt to develop a serum. However, faced with Seika, Dorothy, and Sakuya , Bajing and Marceau’s illnesses deteriorated quickly, but they had to inject the failure product into their bodies. As a result, the relationship color and Dorothy were changed. The former became the artificial center of the doomsday illusion, and the latter was missing. Sakiya, Although Bajing and Marceau haven't changed, their personalities are also broken. They only appear normal in the doomsday illusion. In the reality of the hospital, they show obvious abnormalities both in appearance and in spirit. [顶^点^小说][].[][wx].[]

Among the three of Sakuya, Bajing and Marceau, Marceau is slightly special. Although it did not appear in the reality of the hospital, when I met it in the doomsday illusion, every time, her identity, encounter, appearance and personality would be different from the last time. I still remember that in the doomsday illusion where I was born, Marceau was already an adult. Although his profession was special, he was considered to be accomplished. He was firm and open. Even if he encountered bad luck, he never gave up. For an incomprehensible reason, after the Mal Jones family incident, he became a member of the Black Nest, voluntarily accepted the transformation, and became a certain central inhuman life form in the Black Nest base. It now appears that her changes at the time were like a human pillar sacrifice ritual, becoming the core of the repeater's control.

In this doomsday illusion, Marceau joined the cyberball one step earlier and did not have much contact with "Gaochuan", but his personality should not be a vulnerable type, and it is the same as the past doomsday illusion. , She accepted the transformation and once again became an inhuman being. It is the core of London repeater control in the true sense.

So, in this repeater world, will Marceau, who is a little girl in front of him, enter a similar path? She and Marceau from the outside world, as well as Marceau from the past apocalyptic fantasy, in appearance and character. It's hard to think of the same person. Even so, I still intuitively feel that this girl is the Marceau I am looking for, not other celebrities. Her appearance at this time is closer to Marceau in the hospital.

I don’t know why Marceau has changed so much, and what her own fate has shown in the past is proof of her own particularity, but what does it matter? Whether she is special or not, I love her. Everything that is being done now is ultimately to relieve her and other people's bad luck. If Marceau must play a special role in the "script" of the doomsday fantasy, then I hope that this role will not harm her.

If it becomes inhuman, it is Marceau's choice, and I have nothing to say. But before she makes a choice. I will protect her. Moreover, when everything is over, I hope that she will have a better choice like everyone else, instead of being forced to choose between being a painful person or being an inhuman.

"Hello. Marceau." I smiled from the bottom of my heart, and I was able to cross the world of consciousness and meet her again, even if this is also a part of the "script", it is worthy of being happy for this fate.

I stepped forward. In Marsolio's slightly struggling twist, he touched her head. Marceau was like an aggrieved child, staring at me with bright eyes, but in the end she did not resist.

"You will help me, won't you?" Marceau asked.

"Yes." I looked her eyes straight and said as if swearing, "I will protect you."

"But, we will be separated soon." Marceau said, "Next time you won't find me."

"No, I will definitely find you." I said.

"You lied!" Marceau lowered his head and said softly, "Do you know where this is?"

"I know, this is your nightmare." I replied gently.

"So, when the dream wakes up, you will disappear." Marceau still hung his head and said, "I hate this nightmare, but you will only appear in this nightmare--"

She didn’t seem to finish her words, but something caught my feet. When I looked down, something appeared behind me. This feeling was so familiar, I didn’t even think about it. The sound suddenly jumped out of the shadows, and at the same time, I heard a chuckle, indicating that the water bag was smashed. I didn’t feel pain, but in the field of vision, two hands penetrated my chest, one was pounded out from the vest, the other was penetrated through the front chest, and the two hands seemed to be inside my body, tightly touching The grip is like mirror images of each other, penetrating my body and connecting.

The chain judgement didn’t pass the scene behind me into my mind until this time—the girl standing behind and the girl standing in front of me were exactly the same, like two Marceaux piercing through my heart at the same time, but , They look the same, but look different. Marceau behind his eyes looked fierce, like a wild beast, while Marceau in front of him stared at me with a pleading full of abnormal feelings.

Mute pierced Marceau's chest behind him at the same time, but it was useless. Marceau behind him didn't even look at Mute.

Time seems to freeze.

I feel that my body is disintegrating, and the entire tunnel is beginning to become unreal. The end of my vision seems to be covered by layers of gauze. Only the figures and expressions of the two Marceaux are particularly clear.

"You said you want to protect me, so stay." Two Marceau said in different tones at the same time, "Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay... "Her voice began to become muddy in her ears, like thunder from a distant sky. My consciousness began to blur, and I saw nothing, but the next moment, I suddenly became sober. I gasped and sat up suddenly, and saw the darkness around me, vaguely recognizable, this was my bedroom.

Wake up from a nightmare? This thought coiled in my mind. Until this time, the heart was still tightening. I listened carefully, and it made a thumping sound. Although there was no feeling in the nightmare, but after waking up from the dream, there was a feeling that his chest was really penetrated, which made the nightmare that encountered Marceau extremely real.

"Marceau..." I murmured the name, not surprised by Marceau's sudden attack. In such a nightmare, what is impossible to happen? However, such a nightmare also proved that Marceau's mental state is not very good, perhaps. Her life is not very good either. As far as I know in the past, Marceau's life was always bad at first, as if fate was deliberately torturing her. However, looking at it from another angle, this electronic demon summoning program that brought her a nightmare. Perhaps it is the power she needs, she is too young, this mystery can protect her, even if there are bad sequelae.

I can't change too many things. I have always felt pain for it. This is probably why I wanted to be a hero.

In any case, it still makes me very happy to see Marceau again. I can't go to Las Vegas, but I can still protect her from nightmares. but. Before that, I have to deal with my nightmare first. I don't think that I have really woke up.

The dimness of the bedroom is full of strange smells. It is a bit decayed, making people feel like they don’t want to stay here. Even stupid people can feel the light, the sight, and the unknown in the silence. . I get out of bed. Take out the dagger from under the pillow, I don't doubt why there is a dagger under the pillow. In other words, when I really lifted the pillow and got this dagger, I knew that I was still in a nightmare. This is a ghost nightmare, it looks like my own home. But like the watch shop in the nightmare, it is an abnormal manifestation. Dreams may be very realistic, but compared with more real things, the unnatural feeling can also be naturally noticed by people. only. If people themselves cannot be sure that they are in a nightmare, it is impossible to say clearly what that unnatural feeling is, and finally in fear, forget that they are in a nightmare.

Generally speaking, few people can retain a clear subjective consciousness in a dream. Once the subjective consciousness is too clear, the dream will become weak and fuzzy. On the contrary, if the dream is very real, then the dream What you think is not necessarily what you think when you wake up. In dreams, people’s consciousness is always more indulgent and less self-control, so they do many things that they don’t do when they are awake. Then, if they remember the dream when they are awake, they will be surprised that they will do those things. matter.

Even a mystic expert, in a purely conscious dream, what he does will be different from usual. Only a conscious walker can truly maintain a subjective conscious action. "Jiang" gives me the mystery of consciousness, but I am not a conscious walker in the true sense. I know very well that the act of taking out the dagger under the pillow by myself is not dominated by subjective consciousness. I can feel that although my thinking is working, I feel very clear, and there are many associations due to the environment, but there are always some ambiguities. For example, I actually don’t know why there is a dagger under the pillow, it’s just I thought it would be there, so I took it out.

I am convinced that I am still stuck in a nightmare. The ghosts are staring at me from nowhere. The clear scene around me begins to blur. The texture of the wooden furniture seems to be like this, but touch It also makes people feel a little different, but I can’t confirm what exactly this difference is. Then, when I want to look at these textures, the textures become blurred, as if the light is not enough for the naked eye to observe them clearly. Even, I didn't care about why these textures are like this or what they should look like.

The wooden boards nailed to the windows have been removed, and the boards and nails are thrown on the ground at will, but they seem to have never been used. Looking out through the window, although you can see the lights of Wanjia, there is a feeling of "something has gotten in". I thought, maybe it was the ghost.

What is the relationship between ghosts and the shadow groups that appear in Nightmare Las Vegas? I couldn't help but think, but this kind of thinking quickly became blurred. I wanted to remember it, but it was useless at all. This kind of blurred consciousness was not shifted by subjective will at all.

Every detail made me further realize that I was in a nightmare, so I began to feel that I had lost gravity and stepped on the ground, but I felt more like a floating ghost. . I moved, there was no sound, and I didn’t see my own shadow. I passed by the mirror and couldn’t help but look into the mirror. As a result, the mirror was blurred, as if it had been polished. The contours reflected were elongated and distorted, not at all. It's like an outline of yourself.

I stepped back, lifted my chair and smashed it on the changing mirror. The mirror surface shattered like mercury, splashed, and the fragments seemed to turn into light, making the whole bedroom suddenly bright. It's like burning. I smelled the smoky smell, there was a sound around my ears, the whole room was turning, it seemed that I was dizzy and very sick. I wiped my nose and it really bleeds. When the heat rises from the side. I realized that there was a fire in the bedroom. The flame seemed to spread along the wall to the ceiling as if consciously.

The whole scene seems to have me buried in a sea of ​​flames. I looked at the mirror carefully, and the broken mirror reflected many incomplete figures. But everyone was scorched in black. For ordinary people, this must be a terrifying situation.

It's just that I still don't have any fear or panic. I just watched the burning flame calmly, and then walked to the window hole. I saw that the originally quiet night outside was like a large piece of ash that had not been completely extinguished, and sparks and ashes were like snowflakes, covering what I saw. The whole city. Those brightly lit scenes turned into a burning building. There is something vaguely twisted in the flame, just like a person's struggle before burning to death.

I think the hall is also starting to burn, because Dr. Ruan Li’s bedroom was also lit. Flames and smoke billowed from the window. Did not see Dr. Ruan Li, she was not in this nightmare. I also felt that I could jump out of the window and walk on a vertical wall with a quick sweep, just like when I encountered a ghost for the first time. Go to a safer place.

However, before I did this, an extremely large figure stood up close to the building. Its limbs and body shape were even more slender than its height, full of asymmetry. Like when I saw it in the past, it still wears a suit and tie, just like a gentleman. It bent its legs, bent down, and put its face in front of the window, as if it was aiming inward with its right eye. However, it had no facial features like the past.

Before the elongated ghost did anything further, I threw the dagger out of the window. It seemed to be unpredictable and unresponsive, and was immediately pierced into the position of the right eye by the dagger. It was obviously painful. It staggered and its face hit the wall. The wall of the bedroom looked like a piece of paper, and it was hit by half of its face. The next moment, a dagger appeared in my hand again, I don't know why, but I think there should be a dagger in my hand, so the dagger is there.

I flew back and escaped into the invisible high-speed passage formed by the rapid sweep. The four black shadows came in from outside the building like whips, and they slammed at me. However, the rapid sweep made me stay with these blacks. Shadow kept a distance of more than five meters. The moment the door was burnt down, I broke into the hall, and at the same time, someone was knocking on the door.

Boom boom boom——

I paused, changed my mind about coming out of the other window, turned to the door and galloped away, and four black shadows like whips passed by in a flash, piercing the wall on the other side, and when I lifted up, The whole building is shaking and seems to be about to collapse. And I arrived in front of the main entrance at this time, leaning on the cat's eyes and looking out. I don't know why I did this, but I was driven by intuition.

Then I saw Marceau.

Wearing a patient's gown, the bare-headed and bare-footed girl lowered her head, with an unknown, put up a hand to pound the door, the sound of humming, full of a sense of urgency, full of weight.

I opened the door without thinking. I don't know when, there were more than a dozen locks on the door, and even chains appeared. However, when I decided to open the door, they suddenly fell off the door like rain.

Touch——

The door was pushed open, and Marceau, who was standing outside the door, suddenly raised his head, staring at me with bright and strange eyes. I suddenly remembered that Wu Yin was still in his shadow.

When Silent is about to emerge from the shadows, the surroundings have changed their appearance, no longer what they look like at home, there are clocks and watches everywhere. The ticking of the clock is a very uncomfortable rhythm, not chaotic, but uncomfortable, like scratching a glass blackboard with a sharp object, although the tone is not so sharp, but the uncomfortable feeling It is similar.

I felt like I was a little awake again, and I realized in a moment that this is a nightmare watch shop in Las Vegas, or in other words, it is Marceau's ghost nightmare.

Overlapped? As soon as this idea came to my mind, I heard the sound of the watch shop being pushed open, and the welcoming hanging bell made a crisp sound. When I looked at it, the elongated ghost had already walked in. Its figure, It has become the same as a normal person, and the movements appear gentle. Behind it is the nightmare of Las Vegas. It is very real. It is not the kind of painting that I saw when I looked out in the watch shop before. Like a sight.

The shadows on the street outside the store have become denser. From time to time, some buildings are expanding and distorting, as if something is about to erupt from inside, and some buildings seem to accelerate the passage of time and become more decayed. Climbed on the vine. As the elongated ghosts move forward, the street scenes that you see at first glance are further distorted and deteriorated. And when I came to the watch shop again, and the entry of this lanky ghost, it seemed to turn on a certain kind of switch, and the whole nightmare started to work frantically.

When the long and thin ghost is only three meters away from me, I hear people's voices. They were screaming, overwhelmed, panicked and terrified. The previously silent streets were suddenly filled with these sounds, and there was even a feeling of overflowing. It was so sudden, as if they were screaming there, only then were they suddenly heard.

The long and thin ghost is only two meters away from me. Someone ran out of the building, or violently broke through a passage, or jumped out of windows and high places. In a blink of an eye, some people were dragged back into the building by weird things, but some people still ran into the street. They looked around suspiciously, but did not stop at the watch shop, as if they could not see the watch shop. In the situation. They started to look at each other again, as if they had just realized that they were not alone here, and they showed extremely surprised expressions.

These people, men and women, seem to have something lurking in the shadows, and some people, the things in the shadows, have begun to float up. Such a posture is too familiar, there is no doubt that it is an electronic demon. Now, suddenly, the people who came to this street are all electronic demon messengers. There are seven or eight people who can see from the watch shop, but there should be more in the distance, because the voice is still there. One after another.

The elongated ghost was only one meter away from me, and a violent feeling of nausea and dizziness surged up, interrupting my observation. As in the past, just standing by my side will have an impact on me, and every time I see it, this impact will be stronger than the last time. I clenched the dagger tightly and was about to attack, but was pulled by a huge force.

I looked down and didn't know when, Marceau was already standing next to me, grabbing my cuff.

Then ~IndoMTL.com~ She raised her head and smiled at me. The smile was very wicked, and her stray hair covered a large area of ​​her face, which made people think that the expression must be terrible.

Something was shaking at the corner of my eyes, and it seemed that the elongated ghost had moved. I hugged Marceau, started a quick sweep, and retreated to another corner. But I saw that the lanky ghost was kneeling on the ground, and its chest had been penetrated by a young arm. And the owner of that arm was another Marceau, the Marceau whose eyes looked like a beast.

The elongated ghost is twitching, because, where the chest is pierced, black veins are constantly spreading to a larger area of ​​its body, just like drilling under its flesh. In less than a quarter, these black veins had crossed the neck of the elongated ghost, and climbed onto its face without facial features. At the same time, the elongated ghost's back swelled suddenly, and the four black shadows broke through the clothes and rolled towards Marceau behind it.

I don’t know what else will happen, but, I know, I don’t want this Marceau to be hurt by the dark shadow, even if I don’t know which one of the two Marceau is the real her, which one It's her electronic demon, or it's her ghost.

The fast-sweeping invisible high-speed passage spans a distance of more than ten meters, and I jumped out with Marceau in my arms and a dagger in my hand. (To be continued...)