Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1229: Filtering

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The information collected from the last nightmare world is too complicated. After preliminary integration and analysis, even I have only grasped a general context. It is very troublesome to explain to ordinary people like Marceau. matter.

"Then simply, I think I have the right to know." Marceau stared at me for a long time and said, "I think you are not what you said at the beginning, just a student traveling around the world."

I saw persistence and determination in Marceau's eyes, and I didn't intend to hide these things, even though I lied about my identity when I first met her. Marceau was right. She was involved in this incident and is likely to play an important role. She really has the right to understand the ins and outs of all these things. I deeply know how painful it is to be forced to fight and flee in endless danger and strangeness with a little knowledge.

But on the other hand, I have been unable to determine what kind of shock it will bring to her after learning the truth. The dark shadows behind the scenes are too deep, and the feeling of fate that cannot be changed, running in vain is almost desperate.

I have been trying hard to save her, telling the part of the intelligence that can arouse her fighting spirit, leaving behind quarks that can exert power to protect her, and in reality, I also desperately think and act. However, as the clues became clearer, I felt an irreversible decline.

Marceau is a smart person. If I tell her everything, she will be able to analyze her situation very quickly, and she may have some self-deprecating thoughts and actions. This is what I worry about the most.

If a person is trapped in a black iron prison, if there is still a ray of light, she will continue to struggle, to fight, and to accumulate strength in silence. Maybe this strength cannot get her out of bad luck, but it brings Here comes the "possibility" of getting out of doom. However, if she knew that after she got out of this iron prison, she would not receive light, but would enter a deeper and more terrifying prison, then would she still persevere?

I have always known that I am not some otherworldly genius. I can save only people who want to be saved and act positively for it. And, I can only save one of these people. I chose Marceau and have been trying to control the situation in my own hands. However, I am not the kind of person who is good at manipulating others in the palm of his hand. It is not my character to be scheming and skillful, and I am also very disgusted with that kind of person. Therefore, I can't deprive Marceau of the right to know the truth and make choices just because of my own thoughts and the grand rhetoric of "saving".

For some people, survival is very important, but not the most important thing. Want to avoid pain, but not just to avoid pain to make a choice. They would rather bear the pain and death plainly than they want to survive ignorantly.

I always feel that I am this kind of person, and I am proud that I am this kind of person. And now, I felt the determination in Marceau's eyes.

"I understand." I nodded slowly, looked back at her with the most sincere heart, and said, "I will tell you everything I know, but please promise me, Marceau. Don't give up. Don’t give up even at the last moment, because I’m working hard."

Marceau seemed to have known I would say that for a long time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I know, Crowe, you have been working hard. You are my hero and I will not give up. Trust me, I am not as fragile as you think."

I took her hand to the bed and sat down. The bed is very soft, and this nightmare world truly reproduces the internal structure of the mental hospital. The owner of this bed has become a bug-like monster, but looking at the books on the bedside and on the shelf, I can still feel what the owner of the room experienced in this small room. He reads and treats here, and may have been treated as inhumane. Every night, just like I am now, he sits on the side of the bed and looks at the night.

The night when the fire broke out in the mental hospital was not elegant, and the scene at that time was still deeply imprinted outside the window at this time. Lightning and thunder, violent and depressive, strong winds and heavy rain seemed to destroy everything that blocked them-whether it was walls or windows, even if they went to the church, the Virgin Mary seemed to have deep sadness on her face, and the world was like the end of the day. Coming in general.

Judging from the graffiti on the door, the owner's mentality at this time has become extremely distorted and contradictory. What kind of torture has he experienced, and in what mentality did he endure the fire?

I think of Jiang, she is also a mental patient. To be honest, I don't think I can fully understand the inner world of a mental patient. If she is here, can she understand what the owner of this room thought and died at the time?

His hatred, pain and confusion, with the help of the power of the Heavenly Gate Project, became real in this nightmare.

The cause of this series of cruel incidents is a mysterious organization rooted in the local area. It is likely to be part of the home of Mar Jones, a wealthy man in this town hundreds of years ago, with a history and strength that ordinary people don't understand.

As I sorted out the thoughts in my head, I told Marceau this horror story that began twenty years ago. Of course, although I tried to be concise and concise, I still habitually added modifications and all my own guesses, but in general I did not deviate from the focus of the facts. Marceau listened very seriously. I didn't look at her. I just held my fist against my chin, but I could feel her deep gaze. Looking back at these things that happened to me, the voices and smiles of the dead people floated in front of me one by one. The emotions and thoughts that they had produced were also vividly remembered, and they seemed to flow through invisible filter paper after precipitation. A stream of clear spring water.

I reflect on the past, ruminating on the confusion, regret, confusion and pain, and the sweetness and joy sometimes mixed in it. In these spiral-like complex emotions, there seems to be a force gradually poured into my heart. .

The future is not bright at all. There are many things that cannot be done and cannot be undone, but in this darkness, I am not a lone nightcrawler. When I ended the story, I found that I didn't know when, but I had become so strong. It's not just about sex, it's also a kind of mental fortitude, and has been able to calmly face the destiny that can't be controlled in the palm of his hand.

Everything I have done may not be right, but it must not be wrong. My actions and expectations may only be in vain, but I have worked hard for this, burning my life as hard as I can. Even in the process, I have made unforgivable mistakes and imaginary fantasies, and I can’t justify being seen as a total silly idiot, and I may not be able to avoid the same thing from happening in the future, but I don’t think I am. loser.

How is failure defined? Does it depend on the process or the result?

The end of life is death. No matter whether the process is wonderful or the result is satisfactory, you will not escape this fate. Then, I think, perhaps only the person’s own will is the one who determines the success or failure of a person.

How do you see yourself?

Did you get what you wanted?

Are you happy? Painful? Regret it?

Is there a moment when you feel satisfied even if you die?

Human values ​​will indeed change due to the evaluation of others, but this change cannot conceal the fact that the essence of values ​​still depends on oneself.

In this case, it is enough to act in accordance with self-values ​​and strive to realize self-worth without wasting your life. This is enough.

I know that I will continue to hold on to my own ideas in the future, even if I am treated as a foolish fool, it doesn't matter when I will die like a maggot.

This is what I, the top student Gao Chuan, gained from the adventure in this small town.

In this world where the end is about to come, the story of a teenager's adventure and growth is told to Marceau bit by bit. Although I planned to only pick the important ones at the beginning, when I came back to my senses, I didn't know how long it had passed. In the later part of this story, there were so many personal emotions that made me feel a little bit ashamed.

Perhaps, I am not a very good presenter, but Marceau is an excellent listener. I didn't speak for the first time until I ended this gloomy and terrifying pillow story. She didn't ridicule me at all, nor did she sigh and distress because of the emotions of the narrator in the story, and the elusive and irreversible fate revealed from time to time. Instead, with a calm and steady smile, she gently covered my head with her hand. For some reason, I didn't avoid it.

"It's really hard work, Crow." Marceau put my head on her chest, "You did a good job, don't worry, even if something irreparable happens, it is not your fault. Because you have worked hard enough."

I quietly felt the elasticity and fullness of her breasts, listening to her heartbeat, the tension and irritability brought about when I just escaped from the last nightmare world, at the end of the story, it has disappeared without a trace.

"Can you tell me now? Crow, your true identity." She asked.

So I told her that I am now the deputy captain of the Intelligence Investigation Unit of the Raccoon Town Branch of the Security Agency. Crow is just a pseudonym, a homonym of the code name Crow, and his real name is Gao Chuan.

Although the legends of wizards handed down from the long past, and the particularity of their professions, make the Chosen people taboo to tell others their real names, even if they are partners in the same team. However, I hope Marceau knows my real name.

"Gao Chuan...this name sounds better than Krau." Marceau said.

"I think so too." I said, and Marceau smiled again.

"Well, I already understand the situation. So, what I want to say is..." Marceau stared at me and said very seriously: "Maybe the reality of me no longer exists. But don't worry, Gao Chuan . It’s a lie to say that I’m not sad, but I won’t be knocked down so simply. Look, don’t I exist here? For you, the me in front of you, isn’t it true? Right?"

Marceau stroked my cheek, pressed my hand tightly on her chest, and made me feel the powerful heartbeat.

"Look, it's alive."

I nodded silently.

"Your story showed me the ending. I believe you know what that ending is. It may be a bit rude to say that, but if things really turn out to be like that, it may not be unacceptable to me. The result. Because, look." Marceau stood up, showing his figure, "Even if I am dead or dying in reality, even if the end comes and the world is destroyed, I can continue to live in this world. . I think this is the reason why the Mar Jones family has worked so hard to carry out the Heavenly Gate Project."

I still can only remain silent, knowing in my heart that Marceau is right, but because of the success of this plan, too many people have died. Why should these deceased become a bargaining chip for others' right to live? Moreover, the original intention of the Mar Jones family to conduct this research may just be selfish. However, if you get the details of this plan, you have the possibility of saving more people when the end comes. In the final analysis, if the victim is not willing, he can only be forced to become the nourishment of others. I can understand, but I can't agree with this kind of thing, but in the same way, I can't confidently say that this research is a mistake.

If it does not succeed and there is no end in this world, it is natural to denounce its evil. However, the external conditions are not like that. Although the Tianmen Project has caused great horror, it also has unlimited possibilities. This kind of technology does not belong to the normal technological level of this world at all, it is more like it exists in the world because of the end of the world. If the Tianmen Project is a necessary condition for the coming of doomsday, and everything that involves doomsday power is the promoter of doomsday, then as the users of doomsday power, how can we, the envoys of magic weave under the security bureau, deal with ourselves? ?

It is precisely because we always firmly believe that the nature of power itself is neutral, that's why the Security Agency was born, didn't it?

So, I can only be silent for the complicated existence of the Tianmen Project.

"Sorry, Gao Chuan, I am actually a very selfish woman. If you knew that the end is coming from the beginning, and the Heavenly Gate Project is such a life-threatening thing, you might join them." Marceau He looked at me calmly and said: "A selfish person like me will get used to it quickly no matter where he is, and live well. Moreover, your story and my current situation make me even more I've decided one point-when I came to this place, I must have a task that I must complete."

I'm special-Marceau said so to me.

If I were a three-level magic pattern messenger and possessed a messenger, it was the peculiarity of me being drawn into this nightmare space. So where does Marceau, as an ordinary person, show this particularity? Marceau was sacrificed by Engels in order to allow Sauron to obtain the power to suppress Irene. So where does this power show?

"Actually, I found a diary before you came." Marceau took a small notebook from his shirt pocket that was used as a skirt around his waist and handed it to me.

I was surprised to find that the style of this book is the same as that of Sauron’s diary obtained by the Security Bureau, but it is much smaller in size. I opened it, and the familiar handwriting immediately came into view. This is also Sauron's diary, but the content is not the same as the one obtained by the Security Bureau. In it, Sauron accurately recorded the results of his investigation of the secret experiment in the mental hospital ten years ago, the speculation of the Tianmen plan and the analysis of the sacrifice, and listed the list of people who may be sacrifices, and the process of destroying the sacrifice. .

Although it was just a quick glance, I can already be sure that Sauron is indeed a prophet. The reason why such a weak child with mental depression was aware of the progress of the Tianmen Project and successfully analyzed the structure of the sacrificial ceremony was because he was helped by the "Voice of God".

The emergence of the Tianmen Project, the battle between Sauron and the plan executors, and the sway and withdrawal of some neutrals here gave me a very familiar sense of sight. Isn't all this the epitome of the confrontational struggle between the three large-scale doomsday organizations?

Although there is a bias in intelligence, the "god" or "demon" that may exist in the dark will not completely favor one side. Even the doomsday truth cult, which tends to promote the arrival of the doomsday, did not appear to have no opponents at all. The neutral black nest and the hostile security bureau rely more or less on the prophet to get the help of the "voice". This phenomenon obviously expresses a will, that is, "different ideas are necessary to exist", and the birth of contradictions is exacerbated by different ideas.

Sometimes I think that if the world has only one organization involving apocalyptic forces and only one idea, even the doctrine of the apocalyptic truth will make the world more harmonious.

But ~IndoMTL.com~ That voice doesn't allow this kind of thing to exist.

No matter in terms of time, influence, or participants, it has been shown that the Heavenly Gate Project is a key part of the end of the day. There is no doubt about this. From this point of view, if the end is inevitable, then the success of the Tianmen Project also has the inevitable attributes, which also means that Sauron’s actions are doomed to fail, and just like my always-existing "look at what we do It seems to prevent the doomsday, but it actually promotes the doomsday to some extent.” Like the feeling, Sauron's persistence and behavior may also be part of the success of the Heavenly Gate Project.

Such logic makes me faintly smell the conspiracy hidden in time. Why must Sauron not be? The only difference between him and others is that he is a prophet.

I have to think so. There is probably an 80% chance that the Heavenly Gate Project needs a prophet as a sacrifice. It's just that no one thought that Sauron, the destined sacrifice, appeared as an "enemy." In other words, the hostile prophet is the key to the sacrifice?

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