Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1248: Warning

A manor, in the gloomy and rainy season, is full of decay and decadence. From the outside, it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time and left unattended, but occasionally it can be seen from the windows nailed to the wooden boards. Seeing the light, I think there are still people living in it. Moreover, no matter how old it is, it is still a large building. There is no reason to ignore the mental hospital unless there are too many taboo incidents. However, behind this mental hospital is more than just a mystery. Power, but multiple groups that contain each other. Before these mysterious organizations infiltrated, there was no "mystery" in the normal society of this repeater world. All the "mysteries" were concentrated into the "nightmare" by the Nazis with a strong and effective system. Go to support the monster hiding in the depths of the nightmare.

No matter it is normal or abnormal, it is impossible for the mental hospital to give up the use of such a ready-made manor because of the ruined and unsightly building itself. Obviously, such an environment is not suitable for normal people to live in. Normal hospital staff will probably not be allowed to live here. Therefore, the residents in it now should be a group of mental patients.

The appearance of the entire building gives me the feeling, just like the sick building where I currently live-mental patients are deliberately placed in such a place for stocking.

Speaking of, after the mental hospital was bought by Dallas, the new management policy seems to be biased towards giving patients more "freedom." The log cabin area is an example. Depending on the patient's condition, this limitation on "freedom" can also be seen from the area where the patient is located. There is no doubt that the manor in front of me looks worse than the ward I am in. The patients in it must be ill. It is also more serious than the patients in the ward.

From here, I felt a stronger sense of strangeness, and it was likely that more dangerous situations followed. When the "mystery" has begun to permeate the surroundings, it is difficult for me not to think that everything in the manor is still normal.

The gate of the manor is entangled with a thick chain. I couldn't untie it with my bare hands, but there were indeed people in the manor. In the nearby grass, I found a warning sign saying "No entry or exit is prohibited". What all this implies. Even so, I will still go in.

I dropped the warning sign, although I wanted to find a weapon in hand. But the texture of this wooden sign was decayed, and it couldn't be used as a weapon at all. When I dropped it, it hit a larger stone and suddenly fell apart. I suddenly heard hallucinations of laughter, and the laughter itself had no emotion. It is full of mechanical feeling, but the cold feeling after the body is wet by the rain is soaked in the bottom of my heart. I glanced calmly at the fracture, where blood was dripping.

After blinking, the hallucinations have disappeared.

Whether it is in the doomsday illusion or the hospital reality, this kind of is full of uncertainty, as if it is telling something, but it is inexplicable. Having to combine some dark speculations to carry out the illusion of Lenovo, I have actually encountered a lot. In the past, I tried to find out the reason, trying to prove a certain real situation implied by the illusion, but until now, after thinking about it, I have not really cracked a certain illusion, but just forced some situations. . I once thought that hallucinations are a reflection of my own memory, but now I hesitate to think about it.

Even, I was skeptical. The memories, dreams, and hallucinations that flashed in the hospital reality are true, or they are distortions of what has happened, or they just think they are facts.

In addition to the present, various weird situations surrounding "Jiang" and "Virus". I'm not sure which ones are the real things.

If you think about it this way, maybe even the affairs of Sakiya and Hakkei are different from what I "Takakawa" thinks. However, such a rational assumption is totally impossible to accept perceptually. In any case, I must believe that "Gaochuan" was born with the mission of saving them and worked hard for them to the present.

Only to believe in this way, and only to act in this way, can I prove that my existence is meaningful.

These thoughts were just a flash. Because I don't need such negative thoughts, so even if I think so for a while, I will never leave a trace in my heart. I have always spared no effort in adjusting my own psychology. However, I have become accustomed to the hallucinations that arise from time to time, which is an indisputable fact.

At this point, there is no need to be surprised and panic about these mysterious circumstances. There is no need to make a decision immediately based on some assumptions and guesses. These illusions may represent something, but since I have never found enough evidence to prove their true meaning, then I only need to treat it as a daily phenomenon, just like the rainbow after the rain. In a harsh and difficult life, a complex flavoring.

For the time being, this is enough.

This is my most sincere thought after experiencing so many things.

I swear, no matter how hard the truth is, no matter how harsh the truth, I will never give up hope.

In order to maintain hope, adjusting my own psychology is a necessary means, and I will never be too harsh on myself for doing this.

I circled the side of the fence, and I found some holes for people to penetrate. In fact, it is more convenient to use quick sweeps, and the decayed wooden fence is only one meter high, and it is impossible to prevent people with ulterior motives from entering and exiting.

The warning sign outside is just a warning sign.

Ordinary people would not wander around such a ghastly and remote place without knowing it.

I think, if I change it to me, I will definitely not take great pains to renovate this place into a more claustrophobic space. At this time, the taste of "beyond strangers" is already very strong.

Even so, I still did not use any "mysterious" powers.

Like an ordinary person, he got in, walked with his feet, observed with his eyes, and perceived with a certain degree of interlocking judgment. I don't know whether this approach makes sense, I have reflected on it. But in the end, this method was adopted, as if there was some elusive emotion and thought, which made me choose to act like an ordinary person.

Why should I do this? Many times, I do not have an accurate answer, but since it is a natural action. Then it must not be wrong.

Perhaps it is because of this natural "waste" and unexplained "self-limitation" that after entering the manor as an ordinary person, the abnormal feeling has become stronger.

The air entering the nasal cavity seems sticky, but it is definitely not because of rain. The deserted lawn radiates out. It is not the smell of natural vegetation and soil, but a feeling of rotting corpses, which makes me feel that a large area of ​​corpses has been buried in the soft ground under my feet. I paused before raising my foot. Go to the main entrance of the manor.

During the rain, the lights in the manor quickly disappeared. Because the time and rhythm were too consistent, it gave me a deliberate feeling. It's like the people inside knew that an outsider was approaching, so they turned off the light with a certain mentality.

I put my hand on the door and tried a little bit of strength. The door did not close, although it was a bit cumbersome and slow. But creaked and opened a gap. There was a terrifying laughter in my ears, as if saying to me: It’s too late to leave now. But as a mystery expert, I don't know how many times I have encountered this kind of obvious provocation.

I didn't move at all in my heart, and I pushed open the front door hard.

Across in front of me, in the lobby is an old man in a wheelchair. He tilted his head, as if the bones of his whole body had been taken away, and his facial features were also distorted. When he saw me, he immediately laughed—I heard it. The terrifying laughter heard outside the door was from him. However, although his eyes and expressions were strange, they didn't make me feel targeted. Ordinary people may be shocked and think that this old man has something wrong. Indeed, of course he has a problem, he is a mental patient.

In my eyes, he is like a phonograph, just sitting quietly in a wheelchair and smiling at the front door, but he doesn't make any more dangerous moves at all. It's weird, but there is nothing wrong with putting it on a mental patient.

I ignored him and let him continue to laugh grimly behind his back. He doesn't seem to have a problem, but there are still problematic situations. The ground in front of me, I don't know when a layer of ashes has been thrown on, and an arrow-shaped pattern is outlined, like a route instruction under the action of a certain will.

Then, as soon as the draught came in, the ashes began to deform, loose, and float in the air, mixed with sparks.

There are indeed some dangerous, mysterious and conscious things in this manor.

The chain judgment did not perceive the ashes symbol and the existence of this gloomy old man in advance.

The door closed heavily behind me, and I glanced back. Nothing more special happened.

The lighting used here is also an old candlestick. I didn't rush to explore, but took a detour around the candlestick and lit all the candles and oil lamps that could be lit with lanterns. When the interior was bright, the gloomy and depressing atmosphere was immediately relieved a lot.

I grabbed an iron candlestick, enough to be used as a spear. Only then can I carefully search every corner of the hall. After confirming that there is no harvest, proceed in the direction pointed by the ashes symbol.

As I went upstairs, weird things that looked like text but also patterns spread along the cracks in the wall. The most conspicuous one was still the arrow pattern.

I have a foreboding that someone is waiting for me.

Upon the second floor, after not walking a few steps, I smelled a strong smell of blood. I followed this smell and arrived in front of a half-open door, and stood quietly for three seconds. I heard crying from inside, full of tragic rendering.

I deliberately knocked on the door before I walked into it.

There is a squatting woman in the corner of the room, her head spread out, making a whimper. When I saw her, I knew that this was another mental patient.

She ignored me, as if she hadn't noticed me at all, she just cried for herself. I don’t want to know why we are crying, because mental patients often give jaw-dropping reasons.

This woman doesn't seem threatening either.

However, the sense of abnormality permeated in this manor has become more intense, and with it, there is a sense of danger that is getting closer and closer.

When I see my long shadow swaying in the candlelight, I also have a different feeling.

Like the old man in a wheelchair, I didn't ask the woman, so I left.

After that, it was written in ashes on the ground: Why not look at her face?

"Because it is not necessary." I answered cautiously.

The ashes with sparks were scraped. The strange wind blows away.

"Actually, you should look at her." A voice came from the stairs opposite. I looked over and saw Father Edward stepping down the stairs unhurriedly.

I am not surprised that he is here. Even if you don't know when you will meet him, at the time and place when "Paradise" is about to be born, you may encounter this doomsday truth priest who is not present anytime and anywhere. on the other hand. He has been hiding from me for so long, and it is even more surprising that he is not on the road at this time.

"Have you remodeled this place?" I asked. The abnormality of this manor is so strong, but it is definitely not a temporary data hedging space.

"Do you know what will happen next? Mr. Gao Chuan." Father Edward did not answer my words, but asked rhetorically.

"I don't need you to popularize the world." I said cautiously.

There is no weapon to take advantage of, although it will not lose. But I still feel that fighting him here is definitely a stupid choice. The fourth-level Mageweave messenger is of course powerful, but the magical tricks of the Doomsday Shinrikyo and Father Edward's Saya technique. It will definitely not be friendly.

There was a pause, and there was a silent stalemate between us. After a while, Father Edward suggested: "Let’s cooperate."

"What do you think?" I asked calmly.

"I can't get away with something, I hope you can bring it into the nightmare of patients." Father Edward said, spreading out his palm, revealing a small gray-black thing that looked like matter. But I understood at the first time that it is not a matter of material state, nor is it a thing of complete consciousness. This is the seed of mystery, a kind of strange thing that can give birth to ordinary people "mysterious".

"Why should I help you?" I didn't stretch out my hand, but instead asked: "You and I know that implanting it will not end well, and it will be very troublesome to pull it out. In addition, the Marceau thing , You also have to give me an accurate account. The last transaction between you and me has not been completed yet, hasn’t it?"

"It looks like you have gone into a nightmare." Father Edward nodded. There is no expression of surprise. Obviously, he does know something about the new medicine given to us mental patients by the hospital, and the effect of the new medicine, and this just proves it. These people did interfere with the effects of the new drugs. All this is for the nightmare world and its arrangement.

However, even if Father Edward takes the initiative to ask for help, I am not sure if he is really "unavailable" or is it just a temptation. These little movements are completely impossible to judge from his superficial behavior and expressions. Even if I make a psychological judgment on a person like him, I will never completely believe in the result of the judgment.

I didn't take his word, just waiting for his successor.

Sure enough, he went on to say: "You have already met Marceau. Why do you still say that the transaction was not completed?" He stared at me with a feeling of scrutiny: "Do you really remember? What happened in three days...I really never thought that this drug would have such a big impact on your memory. But it seems that there are no other side effects besides memory."

Listening to his tone, it seems that, like Dr. Ruan Li, he has an understanding of the three days I have lost. In this way, it can also be judged that I am indeed in the continuity of time in this repeater world in the observation of others, and it is not that I suddenly "jumped to three days later", and this repeater world" Finished the skipped three days."

"Yes, for me, it was only a moment." I said, "I was in Nightmare Las Vegas for those three days." In this matter, I don't feel the need to lie. , Because I don’t think that is a situation that can be used as a reference, and what Father Edward did is actually not the most direct source of threat compared to the current situation. On the contrary, the hostility in the 51st District is even greater.

"Nightmare Las Vegas... I heard that the 51st District had overwhelmed the audience?" Father Edward asked, he really didn't seem to understand the situation.

"When I left, they were considered to have the upper hand. You should know the ability of the Smoky Face. After all, its characteristics are very similar to Saya, aren't they?" I calmly said, "This is you What you expect to see is the reason you handed over part of Saya’s technology to them, isn’t it?"

"Yes. But they seem to do better than I expected." Father Edward smiled disapprovingly. "It's not the same with a repeater, right?"

"I know what you plan to do." I said: "The new medicine you let patients take will bring people into a unified nightmare, and in this repeater, the nightmare is the gathering point of the'mystery'. With such a nightmare that is different from the nightmare of Las Vegas, you can do something more conveniently and freely."

"Yes, as you think, this is a plan that everyone tacitly promotes." Father Edward smiled, "I just put a little effort into it. It is impossible for a lone person like me to complete this huge project independently. ... We all know that there is a monster in the depths of Nightmare Las Vegas, and there is also a final weapon that can control that monster. It is a common enemy. You see, under the threat of such a monster, even It is the Doomsday Truth and can be united. The destruction and inherent prejudice caused by the 51st District can also be temporarily put down, and all profitable ideas can also be put on hold. So... you know." He shrugged.

Of course I know what he is suggesting. The plan promoted tacitly by all parties is definitely not something that I can destroy alone. The victims that will be produced in the whole plan have also been assessed and approved by default. This is not a just plan, and none of the people involved in the plan will have naive and pale thoughts. This is not a "thing that has not been clearly thought out but has to be done", but it is a thing that "think clearly and unanimously promote".

Even so, I still don’t think this is something that fits my own aesthetics and can be ignored. I also don't think that when I see the miserable results in a nightmare, I can be treated as calmly as others. I know that my sensibility is rich, and all reason is just for sensibility not to overflow, but I am indeed a person who relies more on sensual action.

I think I will interfere with this plan. And now what I have done, and what I want to say, have been reflected. I also feel that Father Edward has already seen it and is warning me in a tactful way.

Yes, this is a warning.

They know that this tacitly promoted plan is unstoppable, but they don't want to cause more trouble on the way.

"What do you want me to say?" I raised my wrist so that he could clearly see the fourth-level magic pattern, which was also a warning: "The new medicine has affected me. Do you think this is permitted." Within the error?"

"Maybe." Father Edward's expression was a little tight. He said, "Maybe, just to prove that you are different from other patients? Of all the patients in the routine examination, you are also the most special."

So that's it, they have completed the observation and comparison of me. I don't care about this kind of thing, but it also proves that they also have a deep understanding of Marceau's situation.

"Not everyone ~IndoMTL.com~ can enter that nightmare." Fr Edward deliberated and revealed to me this message: "Not everyone who takes a new drug can survive, with A strong will, free to move in the nightmare. The seminar’s research on new drugs is not entirely based on our ideas."

"In other words, there are indeed more than seven patients who have taken the new medicine." I said.

"Isn't this something obvious?" Father Edward spread his hand. "But whoever can succeed, who can be free in the nightmare, who can finally be liberated in the nightmare, is not one of us. It’s a matter of decision. It’s about the patient, and it’s also about some more complicated reasons."

"Really?" I did not speak, because, I know, this is lying. This plan, promoted tacitly by most forces, has an extremely obscure "ritual." I saw that altar. Even if it had not been activated, I could intuitively feel that it was a sacrificial ritual.

But to make it clear here, it is of no use.

"Let’s talk about Marceau." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read .)