Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1239: In the deepest night

I'm falling, and in the darkness, a feeling of emptiness surrounds me.し△￠, I don’t feel fear, just like the past, calmly and dimly, waiting to wake up.

I began to hear voices vaguely. Someone was talking, and I couldn't understand what was being said. I only understood that it was a rather old, yin and yang voice. Then I felt myself being touched and pulled, and gradually came the feeling of rubbing on the rough texture from behind. Maybe the ground? When this thought came into being, I realized that I was waking up.

"...a newcomer, a foreigner...hehe, why are you here?" The old, yin and yang voice said, panting heavily. He should be pulling my body, are these words also speaking to me? There are too many nouns with inherent meaning hidden in the bread, which makes people can't help but associate.

I feel that I am lying on my back, my limbs have not yet recovered, like a corpse that has just regained consciousness. The back was rubbed on the rough ground, and occasionally the skin was pierced by sharp pebbles or something, leaving long blood marks, which was a bit painful. Pain is very clear, clearer than any dream in the past. where is this place? Nightmare Las Vegas? Not like.

I was suddenly turned upside down, and there was a loose sound in my ears, and then my body fell, knocking on the hard and cold corners several times—it seemed to be a step, I thought. It hurts, because it seems real because of the pain, it makes me feel very weak. The yin and yang weird old voice made a low, weird smile from above when I fell down: "...haha, don't worry, don't worry... it hasn't come out yet... we need to find a safe place, can't make a sound... …" He made a "hush" sound softly.

I started to smell a strong smell, dirty. Rotting, defecation, and blood...

The sense of touch, hearing, smell, all the immersive feelings, and the associations resulting from them, are drawing a scene in my mind-I am lying in a cold. In the long, successive steps of the alleyway, the surrounding area is dim. Many unknown, absurd and **** things have happened here. People who stay here are like cockroaches, and they will touch no matter what kind of filth in order to survive. . They are dangerous and crazy. The heart is full of darkness and fear, but only in this way can they survive in the world they see. And the one dragging me is one of them.

I feel dangerous, but there is no fluctuation in my heart because of this. Probably because I have encountered too many weird dreams in the past, and everything that is happening now. Although it seems a little different from the past, it is in a "mysterious" level. There is not much increase.

My consciousness is waking up bit by bit, and my strength is gradually flowing in my limbs. I moved my fingers and ankles again. My neck and spine were very stiff, and it took a while. In order to fully awaken, but it does not hinder the sorting out of thoughts and thinking.

What is the situation now? First of all, before I knew how long, I had a conversation with Dr. Ruan Li, after which she left. I watched the rain scene, and a deep sleepiness came. Then——

Yes, like my past experience, I "fallen into a nightmare" again.

The only difference is that this nightmare is not like a nightmare in Las Vegas or a ghost nightmare, and it is more different from the content of the previous nightmares. This is a new dream, but it is not certain whether there is any further connection with the nightmares that have been done in the past.

The "nightmares" caused by the "mystery" are all very real. No, it might be more appropriate to say: Even after waking up, you will realize that this is just a nightmare, but in the nightmare, you can't regard everything that happens as an illusory existence.

Emotions, consciousness, encounters, and all those negative pains will make the entrants understand that if they don’t regard all this as "real," they cannot survive. Yes, survive the "nightmare" until you are convinced, or accidentally, that the condition of "waking up" is reached.

I feel the various information I have along the way. I didn't open my eyes, but I knew that even the wood had rotted in this dirty and dim corner. I will be taken to a safer place that "this person" thinks. Therefore, for the time being, I am still safe.

After another period of time, the man stopped, muttering, searching for what he was looking for. Next, he touched my body. The rough and dry fingers had a sticky feeling, as if they were filled with some kind of liquid. The fingers moved along my skin in a weird route, as if to outline something, then, he opened my right wrist-I suddenly understood that he was looking at the magic lines on the inner side of my wrist.

Then he laughed and said in a low voice: "...heh...a wonderful pattern...a forbidden gift...why would you fall here?" He paused. Then he said: "Well, I don't expect to be rescued anymore, but... maybe you can try to save others... before the deepest night... quickly... keenly... don't hesitate... "

He sounds like a good person when he speaks this way. But I still can’t be sure. His yin and yang strangeness, as well as the surrounding atmosphere, made me realize that this is not a place to be good at.

He let go of my hand and started walking to the side, seeming to be playing with bottles and cans, making fine clashing noises. I have been opening my eyes vigorously, and now I finally see a little hope. The heavy eyelids were trembling, and gradually opened a gap. Then, I saw a dim figure coming from the side, looking down at me from a high level, and whispering to me: "Although it hasn't been used for many years, it should still be useful. Ah... you wake up... this way. Very good. I don’t think you will reject my proposal, so I won’t ask you what you think... I picked you back because, I feel, you have a little bit of luck than everyone else... ...Chuck...hehehehe..." He let out a creepy smile, and said in my ear: "...I feel the taboo in you, and... your desire to be a hero... I can help you, but you can deal with something. What is it? I don’t know, but I know. You must lose something..."

The sound of lifting the lid of the bottle, the sound of stirring, exudes an extremely strong, almost fainting smell.

"Now, let's complete the final operation." The man swayed in my dim vision, pushing the instruments above me one by one. There is a burning sensation, stimulating my scalp, "You have forbidden gifts, but this is not enough for you to survive in the dark night... I can keep you awake at all times, and you will be grateful to me. . Now, you can sleep.” After that, I felt a sharp tingling from the burning scalp, and my consciousness was quickly blurred. But before this vagueness tended to completely lose consciousness, the sudden excitement made me suddenly awake.

Subconsciously, I opened my eyes and sat up. Only then did I realize that my body's strength and consciousness had completely returned to normal. The memory is also very clear, I know that weird person. Did something to me. I couldn't help touching my forehead, and the skin there became rough. It's like touching a scar, with a strong sense of line. I feel that a certain pattern is burned on my forehead. However, these things are still minor details, and I did not feel any discomfort in my body. And even if there are really any problems, I believe that none of them can escape the distortion of "Jiang"'s power.

That person tried to reform me, but under the power of "Jiang", this is a very meaningless thing after all.

I have no worries at all. He was calm, and after checking himself, he looked around. This is a dimly lit room. The only light source is a candlestick with thick arms. Only one-third of the red candle remains. The fire can only illuminate a piece of five meters in a circle. The corners of the room are all in the dark. And I was lying on the stone platform, which was probably the center of the room. With the light of the candle, I could see the rough surface, engraved with a large number of textures like a magic circle, and the engraved lines were like a cut guide. The condensed red and purple-black spots on the flow tube exude a stench.

Although it reminds me of what "that person" did to me, it's not like an operating table, it's more like an altar for a sacrificial ceremony. I turned over and jumped, my clothes have been completely replaced with a lab coat-style patient gown. The color looked gray and lifeless, with an unspeakable smell.

Without shoes, I am barefoot and test my abilities a little bit. From chain judgment to super power, all the mysterious powers can still be used, but they are like being tied to a heavy yoke. At this time, you can clearly feel that the super power starts from the magic pattern, and the power of the shackles starts from the forehead. The two forces are entangled, so it appears muddy and slightly weak.

Recalling what "that person" said before, he thought it was helping me. But I'm not sure whether the "mystery" engraved on the forehead is really what he said. From this point of view, it actually limits my strength.

There are too many nouns, coming out of that person's mouth. What concerns me most, of course, is the term "the deepest night". He meant something like this: The people here are facing a mysterious harassment called "The Deepest Night". "The Deepest Night" has not yet arrived, but it has already made them desperate, and maybe someone needs me. To save.

Of course, I am not sure how true his words are. And how does the "nightmare" this time have to do with the "nightmare" I have had in the past.

For the first time, I guessed the ins and outs of this "nightmare". Perhaps it was related to the medications given to me by Dr. Ruan Li and others during the three days I lost my memory on the peninsula.

But perhaps, when I first used a new drug, I had already entered this "nightmare". And now this "nightmare" is exactly what I have encountered during the three days of amnesia.

Although there is no evidence and no suggestive clues for the time being, I still suspect that this "nightmare" will have a huge impact on the sober self on the peninsula. Possibly, under certain circumstances, such as death, you will lose your "memory" after waking up.

I took a few deep breaths.

Bare feet, stepping on the rough ground, and walking towards the light source outside the door.

The outside room, like the hall of a chapel, has light coming in from the outside, making the stained glass on the glass very conspicuous, but the brightness ends here. The light on the ground is a candlelight, staggered on the benches. The color and style of the benches are very old, many of the wood has rotted and cracked, and it seems that it will collapse at any time, and a person who is covered in a robe and a hood. Sitting on a bench, clasping his fingers, praying.

I am calm, but when I step on the decayed wooden plank, there will be clear and audible footsteps from time to time, echoing in all directions. It was a "guckling" sound. Even so, the prayer was still pious, and there was no movement.

I crossed the front desk and walked by the high case altar. At this position, I could notice that the candlestick on the bench actually formed a strange eye-like pattern as a whole. This pattern is full of familiarity and has a "jiang" taste. And the front of the altar. The food used for offerings has been completely rotten. It is not fruits or vegetables, but a whole piece of meat. The flesh is dried up, making the meat black, and it is not clear what kind of meat it is. There are also some skulls with large thumbs. It is also unclear what kind of creature's heads are. Besides. There are also flowers, which are the only fresh and beautiful offerings.

In my memory. There is no impression of this kind of flower, but at the first time, he subconsciously understands that it is "White Claudia".

An idea came to my mind: Okay, I finally found something familiar.

Full of suggestive "eyes" and "flowers". And the pious prayers, the decaying church, the evil altar...All of this made me no longer feel the strangeness of my surroundings as before.

It looks like. In this ghost place, there are no more people besides me and this prayer. Then, is this the person who brought me here before? I stepped forward and was about to talk, but saw the prayer raised his head and took the initiative to lift his hood. What was surprising was a young and beautiful woman-no, it felt a bit wrong to say that she was a woman. What she gives is not the vivid feeling of youth that emanates from above. Although the skin and facial features are very delicate and delicate, it gives people a very deep sense of carving, as if it was deliberately shaped like this. It is not naturally generated.

Although she looks like a person like this, she is more in line with the "human shape" in my impression.

A different kind of existence that only has a "human form".

"Respected messenger." She spoke, with only a faint, graceful expression on her face, as if it had already solidified such an expression when its form existed, "Is there anything I can help you?"

Her words also give people a very blunt feeling, like a script that has been arranged, and there are only a few sentences.

I didn't answer, I stretched out my hand and poked her in the face. During the whole process, she didn't react at all. She just stared at me with graceful and plain eyes. My fingers slid down her face, crossed the neck and deep into the chest and abdomen... The soft and elastic touch was full of extraordinary sensations, completely surpassing the touch of a natural human body. However, the structure of the bones and skin are also closely matched to the human form, very delicate.

I can already be sure that even if the woman in front of me has knowledge, she is by no means human.

I pulled out my hand, there was still a faint floral fragrance on it. This fragrance, matched with its exquisite appearance in front of you, and the beautiful white Claudia on the altar, is the most vivid and purest thing in this evil and decadent chapel.

Even if I use behaviors that are very rude to women, it doesn't mean anything to resist. It seems to be incomprehensible calmly, so I don't care.

"Where is this place?" I asked.

"This is the hospital." The beautiful human figure replied gracefully and calmly: "This is the place where you set off and returned."

Hospital—it's another familiar term. I am not surprised at all.

"Have I been here before?" I continued to ask. However, for this question, the beautiful human figure just tilted his head, with no expression on his face, but the posture expressed a taste of incomprehension.

"Why call me a messenger?" I changed the subject.

"Because you are the chosen one." The beautiful humanoid said: "The magic pattern on your right wrist and the brand on your forehead are things that the messenger has. They will give you strength, but they will restrain you. The power of, makes you as little as possible to become crazy before the deepest night arrives."

"What is the deepest night?" I asked.

"When the deepest night comes, everything will end, and everything will have a new beginning." The beautiful humanoid said: "But no one is sure that it is a good thing or a bad thing. But , The arrival of the deepest night. It is already destined. The weird sleeping in the deep sea will wake up and destroy everything. They are the destroyers of the end and the pioneers of temporary new."

An allegorical answer made me smell familiar. The weird sleeping in the deep sea. Such a description can not help but make people think more. If the current nightmare is connected with what is happening in the entire repeater world, it seems to be another description and embodiment of the upcoming changes in the Las Vegas repeater world. Those nouns have extraordinary meanings, but they seem to imply similar information, referring to the same phenomena, things and situations.

Will the weirdness sleeping in the deep sea be the weirdness that is called by the Doomsday Truth Sect and hidden deep in the collective subconsciousness of mankind? Or is it the same thing as the weirdness that the Nazis conceived in the depths of Las Vegas nightmare? even. Observing from the perspective of Dr. Ruan Li, is the current situation in which I am "under the influence of White Claudia, has contributed to an illusion of relevance"? I know that in order to cope with the hallucinations of White Claudia, the seminar is developing a "paradise", and with the participation of Dr. Ruan Li, I took a new medicine for the three days of amnesia. It must have the experimental elements of "paradise".

It seems that different situations are happening simultaneously from different angles. But it gives people a very strong sense of sight, as if they are actually different descriptions of the same situation, rather than different situations in the true sense. The nightmare now feels the same.

"Is the messenger alone?" I asked again.

"You are not the first to come here, but. You are the only messenger among those who came here." The beautiful humanoid reminded: "But, be careful, you are not the only one who is strong This place is full of danger, and outsiders are also full of danger...but. Taboo will bless you. I also believe that you are the only person who can let us spend the night in safety."

So, I was actually entrusted with hope and assumed the responsibility of salvation. With such an identity, I exist in this "nightmare"? I have no doubts about this. Because, in any case, what I have to do is the same.

"I understand, I will do my best." I said, "But first, I need combat tools."

"Yes, I am very happy to serve you, honorable messenger." The beautiful human figure said so, gracefully bowed, hugged me gently, and kissed my lips. It was a completely different When I touched her skin before, it felt as cold as a dead thing, but it still smelled of flowers. At this moment, my vision became blurred, and there was a force that flowed out from my forehead and wrist at the same time, and it spread to my whole body in an instant.

When I recovered, the beautiful human figure had let me go. And I also noticed that I have changed a whole set of clothes-from hats to shoes, as well as some trinkets and weapons for hanging drug tests. They all have a low-key, secretive, gray and evil scent, and I put them right now. In the scene, there is no sense of abruptness at all. The coat is a windbreaker that is longer than the knee, the high collar can cover the mouth, the wide belt is inlaid with metal plates, the crossbow and the sheath long knife are fastened, but the arrows and the quiver are not found. There are spray holes in the arm armor, and familiar mechanisms can shoot hook ropes. The ropes are only the thickness of hair, but they are extremely tough.

Although there are some differences in details and the overall style is different from what I wore in the past, it did not give me the slightest sense of novelty.

"Who brought me here?" I continued to ask as I adjusted the weapons and props.

"Old Hall found you and brought you here~IndoMTL.com~The beautiful humanoid said, "He used to protect this area, and also tried to be a messenger to let people spend the night, but he When he failed, Taboo didn't favor him. When he saw the weirdness of the deep sea, he was already crazy. "

Old Hall...This is not a familiar name.

"Where can I find him?" I asked.

"Turn right after you leave the house. There is a tomb where you can see him." The beautiful human figure replied.

"Last question." I paused and said, "What is your name?"

"Yes." It said: "You can call me that, my honorable messenger."

Department? Color? I'm not sure, the human shape in front of me is not the same as the color that I am familiar with. However, how can I be sure that the color series I have seen is the only and truest appearance of her?

I put aside these doubts about the lack of evidence, and walked out of the chapel without hesitation. (To be continued...)

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