Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1249: face

I know I will meet Father Edward on this peninsula.

The clues I have collected so far prove that the seminar activities have attracted the attention of most "invaders" in this world. Although I can guess that the birth of "Paradise" is actually the result of the use of repeaters to make a wish by the doomsday truth cult in the doomsday illusion. Of course, because of the activity of the torch light, the birth of "Paradise" is naturally deviated, but In any case, the research on "paradise" has begun, and various conspiracies around "paradise" trying to use the plan of the Doomsday Shinrikyo to pave the way for one's own plans have also begun. The forces on the peninsula today are very complicated, although most of them did not stand up in an open manner, but participated in an obscure and secret way-I am very familiar with the style of this hidden operation, because this is what the mysterious organization is best at. style.

Although Father Edward is a powerful lone traveler, his plan cannot be done solely by himself. Most of the preparations require intervention in the actions of all parties and use the other party's plan to complete his plan. I am very aware of the freedom and restriction, strength and limitation of the lone traveler. So far, I have never seen a single traveler who can control the whole situation and turn others into puppets in his hands. On the contrary, he acts as a puppet. At the same time as a chess man, he has to turn himself into a chess piece.

Just as I have to intervene at any time in the plans of others that I can observe, personally participate in, and fine-tune my plans according to the specific situation. The entire plan has always been a draft that is constantly revised. It is simply impossible to follow the established steps and implement it bit by bit.

My plan is on the stage goals and process details. It has been revised countless times in my mind, and it is very different from the original draft plan. And this is not without the drastic changes in the outside world, and the deepening of one's own cognition, and the reasons for having to correct.

I don't think Father Edward will be an exception.

If he wants to complete his plan. There are also many running around, interfering with any other people's plans that he knows or thinks will affect his own plan, what is happening on the peninsula today, and its subsequent impact, of course, he must pay close attention to. otherwise. He used to secretly assist the 51st district to complete the smoky face and why? I have reason to believe that Smoky Face and Saya virus must have some mutual influence, and this influence is absolutely impossible to be cracked and counter-utilized by the current 51st District. Assuming that over time, the 51st District may also achieve the possibility of completely getting rid of the influence of the Saya virus. But they just lack time. Thinking about it the other way round, it is of course possible for Father Edward to create an illusion, so that people in the 51st District feel that he can completely control the smoky face and eliminate all hidden dangers. But even if they knew that they could not completely eliminate the hidden danger for the time being, they could still regard this hidden danger as the link between the 51st District and Father Edward.

In any case. There is no evidence to convince me that the 51st District can really completely abandon Father Edward out of the plan. Father Edward has always been an important member of the Doomsday Sect, if the 51st District cooperates with the Doomsday Sect. Then, the tacit understanding between the 51st District, Doomsday Shinrikyo and Father Edward will naturally encounter hostility and vigilance. Because they really have a basis for cooperation, and this basis can even ensure that they get what they need-this is what I can understand and may be the worst judgment of the current situation.

That's it. Father Edward appeared in front of me and said these words to me. Of course, it can also be seen as a warning for an organization to join forces. I think they cannot be at this time. Just concentrate all my energy on the action of strangling me, maybe this is the reason why I didn't face the final weapon in the first time after losing the observation of Fu Jiang. I know very well how strong I am when the magic pattern reaches the fourth level, and how many back-ups I have, but I also know that even such a self is not invincible.

Whether it is the ability to walk in consciousness, coupled with the ability to "use consciousness as a reference" for quick sweeping, is not enough to make me 100% sure that I will be able to win in the face of the final weapon. In my theory, "Jiang" and "Virus" are two in one, and "Jiang" is just a kind of humanized result of my observation of "Virus", and this humanized result will lose the right The observation of the humanoid river loses the observation of the "Jiang" in the body, and quickly leans towards the "virus". And "virus" is undoubtedly not beneficial to everyone, and it is fully in line with the negative meaning of the term "virus". What's more frightening is that probably the "virus" is not deliberately aimed at humans, and its activities do not have any bad feelings or favors towards humans. It just follows its own way of living and unconsciously brings terrible consequences to people. Patients with Doomsday Syndrome only have changes that occur naturally because of the existence of the "virus".

Just as we can't complain about natural disasters, we can only try to weaken it and control it. However, when this kind of natural disaster is "unobservable" but actually works, how should we deal with it?

I was born in the doomsday illusion in the past, and I learned about the concept of "virus" after experiencing the reality of the hospital. But if I did not experience the reality of the hospital, then the same can only be done through the doomsday process itself, and the network ball. Like people, thinking and searching hard, such a concept that leads to the doomsday process.

It is almost impossible for people in the doomsday illusion to know the reality of the hospital. Conversely, the people in the hospital can only guess from the data, and cannot directly observe the situation in the doomsday illusion. Only special people can cross this invisible boundary while trying to understand their own existence from a different perspective. It is understandable that such a person is called a "chosen".

Even the "selected" such as me, Dorothy, and Shise have difficulty understanding the existence of "Jiang" and "Virus". It's almost utopian theory, and in the process, I believe that they, like me, understand that they don't actually have, and it's impossible to truly recognize such an existence. Its existence has a kind of transcendence.

"Jiang" is the only consolation. Because it can be relatively mild in theory and in my observations. However, if even "Jiang" does not exist. All we face is the terrible "virus".

Because of "Jiang", I have gained strength and hole cards, and I have shown an unusually strong side in front of others. For the time being, I can think of it as good for myself, but when "Jiang" disappears and the "virus" side is revealed. What are these strengths and hole cards? The originally beneficial power can of course also become "harmful erosion".

In the hypothesis, the final weapon embodied by the "virus" makes me appear weak, which is completely understandable.

I am not completely unscrupulous. When Fu Jiang left and there was no other humanoid Jiang beside him, the only consolation was the instinctive fear that came up in the body from time to time because of the existence of "Jiang". It proves that "Jiang" still exists, which in turn proves that the "virus" has not yet come close. This familiar and comforting fear is like a natural radar for "virus" detection. up until now. Nothing is more accurate.

But even so, the fact that the Ningyo River cannot be observed now also implies the activity of the "virus". They are still something I cannot ignore.

Fr Edward’s warning at this time, in my eyes, not only represents the large and ambitious mysterious organizations, but also the activity of the “virus” hidden behind the activity of these mysterious organizations. I can vaguely feel the threat posed by the activity of the "virus" through his behavior and language.

I don’t know in Father Edward’s eyes. What is my expression at this moment. I tried very hard to maintain my mentality, after all. This was one of the results I had expected a long time ago. However, Father Edward's eyes occasionally showed. Still somewhat confused.

I think he can feel that the reason why I avoided the front of the word and changed the subject was not because I was "frightened by the big forces", but there was a deeper reason. I also think that it is precisely because he does not understand this reason that he is a little curious about my performance.

Even so, I still won't tell him anything about the "virus" because that was not what I planned to do.

There are many falsehoods in Father Edward's words. He didn't lie, but just tried to use words to weaken my disgust. But I know that this plan, promoted by the tacit understanding of most forces, has an extremely obscure "ritual". I saw the altar. Even if it has not been activated, I can intuitively feel that it is a kind of sacrifice. Sacrifice ceremony.

It is very likely that once these people have confirmed through the "nightmare" that the patient's condition has reached the desired level, they will be sacrificed. Even though I think so, I don’t know how far the patient’s state in the "nightmare", or the change in the entire "nightmare", must be in order to satisfy them. On the other hand, the rumors and beginning of "The Deepest Night" also proved that the other party's plan must have such an indicator.

I can see through many things, but it's useless to put it out here.

"It's better to talk about Marceau." I said, "And the woman just now, who is she?"

Fr Edward was silent for a long time before he smiled and stopped continuing his previous words. I did not give him any guarantee. I also believe that he actually understands my attitude. We are hostile in this part of the nightmare. At the same time, I also believe that neither I nor he intends to resolve this hostility right now. We still have time to use each other for our own plans.

Although I am afraid of the activity of the "virus", I will not be afraid of confronting big organizations like Doomsday Shinrikyo and the 51st District because of this. And this attitude of mine has fully let the man in front of me know.

In the current situation, such a statement is sufficient.

Fr Edward said to me: "Marceau is different from you. She has shown great adaptability to new drugs. Among all patients taking new drugs, she is the only one who has almost no side effects. Even, I personally feel that ..." He paused, as if he wasn't sure, "The new medicine promoted her growth."

"Growth? What aspect of growth?" I frowned. "Growth" seems to be a good word, but when placed in a specific environment and targeted abnormalities, it does not completely mean good aspects.

"I can't describe it. We can't enter her consciousness anymore. Even if she is also connected to the nightmare." Father Edward was very cautious, "The mysterious seed I planted in her body has completely escaped My control."

"Sure enough. You really planted a mysterious seed in her." I said calmly, "You are very dissatisfied? Out of control? But last time we met, you said that you would lose control because you lost The core demon of manufacturing and control is in disguise."

"No." He waved his hand and said, "The reason for choosing her in the first place. The Marceau in London. I thought that this was the result of Marceau's intervention using a repeater... but it seems It doesn't seem to be the case. Even so, Marceau here is also very special. The Seed of Mystery seems to activate her particularity."

"As a result, you still didn't tell me what the **** is Marceau now." I said, "Where is she?"

"It's in this manor." Father Edward said, "I just visited her and brought her some fairy tales..." he said. She frowned, "But obviously, she is very unfriendly. I think you'd better be careful."

Listening to him said that, I was relieved instead. His tone did not conceal Marceau's mental problems. Very likely. The mental patient Marceau made him suffer some dark losses, but it also proved that even in the face of Father Edward, Marceau has the ability to protect himself.

"Why is Marceau here?" I asked.

"Seven patients were selected. In fact, it has been proved that in the process of testing the drug, each representative reaction will occur." Father Edward said: "Therefore, the seven people were separated and arranged. . And other ordinary patients. After taking the new drug, they will also be arranged to the place where the seven people are located according to the results."

"What about you? What's your identity? The place where the patient is placed. It's not a place where ordinary people can come and go at will, right? The gaze of the seminar is also the gaze of all parties. Do you no longer need to hide your whereabouts?"

I continued to ask. Father Edward seems to know the current situation in the hospital better than I do. Maybe he has got a position as an employee in the hospital. I'm not so sure, just because I don't think Father Edward will be like those mice hiding in a stinking ditch. But since he approached me with integrity. I think it must be because he has acquired such status.

"The mental hospital also needs a priest." Father Edward smiled slightly. Speaking of it.

"So, what about this woman?" I looked inside. The woman squatting in the corner and crying seemed to have not noticed at all. Father Edward and I were standing in the doorway talking. She was immersed in her own world. This kind of smell is very familiar to me, because you can often see similar situations in Mae.

"She used to be just an ordinary mental patient." When talking about this woman, Father Edward's expression became a little dignified. If you are interested, you can look at her face, maybe it will surprise you." There is a trace of joking hidden in his tone, and I heard that the so-called "surprise" is actually an antonym.

I can't get any more information. Father Edward seems to be tempting me to face the woman.

"If necessary, I will do it naturally." I said.

"I'm very curious about what you will see on her face, and... what she will become when you see her." Father Edward said profoundly, "Then, the last time before me Compensation for breaking promises, I’ll give you a piece of free news: The secret behind the 51st District’s performance is on a chip. I think maybe you will be interested in that chip, if you really intend to compete with If they confront each other."

Chip? I vaguely felt something. However, Father Edward said nothing. He ignored me, with a priest's piety and compassion, he drew a cross to the woman in the room, saying, "Everything starts with an end, and this is the truth", and steadily walked toward the door.

I watched him leave the manor before returning my attention to the room. Father Edward said that Marceau is here. That should not be a lie. The strong sense of abnormality here may be centered on Marceau. However, before I found her, I couldn't help but think of what happened before I walked out of the room and met Father Edward.

Before Father Edward said: "You should look at her." There were already ashes on the ground to piece together words: "Why don't you look at her?"

I don’t think that these two sentences are the actions of Father Edward. So, who is expressing the thoughts of the ashes on the ground? Is it Marceau? I did not see the evidence from Father Edward that he also knew the words of Ash.

Along the way, I have encountered enough anomalies. However, most of those are presented in the form of "illusions." Of course, the previous Ash text may also be an illusion-because it is an illusion, it may also be a reflection of my innermost being.

I took a deep breath. Too many hints proved that there might be something wrong with this woman's face. Even so, I still decided to go and see what was going on.

I walked back to the room quickly, squatted down beside the crying woman, and said to her, "Why are you crying?" The woman's shoulders shrugged, and I suddenly felt that my tone was a little stiff. Just like scolding the enemy, he couldn't help but lower his voice, "Perhaps I am a good listener."

The woman's shoulders moved slightly, and the cry of sobbing gradually weakened.

"Can you take a look at my face first?" she asked. In the current environment, it's already creepy. However, Father Edward has already said something first, and I will not give up because of this atmosphere.

"Of course." I said without hesitation.

The woman's crying stopped completely, she was silent, and the air became more suppressed. The originally very quiet room became even more deadly. The sound of rain outside suddenly began to change. Although the sound of water falling and flapping was still there, I instinctively realized the subtle difference between the sounds.

When the woman completely turned around and raised her head, I couldn't describe what kind of face it was. It was almost a bottomless void, and there were no facial features, and even the outline of the face could not be seen, as if only a piece of darkness was left under the hair. However, gradually, in the dark, there seemed to be facial features appearing again, and gradually became familiar. I was in a daze, as if being pulled into the darkness by the faint, familiar gaze. Some images began to appear in my mind, but I couldn't describe the content of those images. I just felt that it must be something I know.

For an instant, I felt a peek, a flow, like my own information leaked out through a cryptic route. The woman in front of me is part of this route, but it is not the end. At the moment when alertness was born, the woman had already screamed. The cry was so miserable, painful, heart-piercing, indescribable.

"Don't look at me!" she yelled hard, curling up. She covered her face with her hands, only seeing blood leaking from her fingers. At first, the blood was still small, but within a few breaths, it became like a spring. I couldn't help but step back a few steps. The sense of leakage of my own information made me alert, which is naturally not a good thing. This information should come from the depths of my consciousness and constitute the core of my existence. But because of this, I realized the reason why she became so painful.

Sure enough~IndoMTL.com~The blood spewing out is becoming more and more viscous. The woman fell in a pool of blood, as if she had no strength.

I walked up, raised her head, and the darkness that formed her face was faintly forming the outline of the familiar facial features.

"Mae?"

I thought that this face would become Zhenjiang's face, and this woman herself would become Zhenjiang's body, and finally a living Zhenjiang would stand in front of me. However, the situation has become even more bizarre. In the darkness, the facial features of Zhenjiang suddenly retracted, like the darkness of this face, leading to a larger nest, and some weird and terrifying things hide in it.

The next moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness of the woman's face.

Swipe to expand.

However, it failed.

The hand grabbed my shoulder suddenly and pulled me in.

It's hard to imagine. For an instant, I couldn't help but think that the darkness is only the size of a woman's face. (To be continued)