Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1251: Boundaries

I can’t use Marceau I’ve seen in the past to speculate about her in this repeater world. I have known that she is a mentally abnormal child in this world, but now it is obvious that someone is bewitching her. She leaked information in a ridiculous atmosphere, and I don't think she is lying. The person who instigated her to do this is of course the one who can profit from it, but the problem is that all the abnormalities that are currently occurring are an abnormality that is acquiesced by the general trend. In this group of people, there are a lot of good hands in manipulating people's hearts. I don't think that just by relying on their half-bucket of water psychology knowledge, they can correct Marceau's spirit under their deliberate guidance.

I know that I must make a preparation, that is: Marceau will follow her current thoughts, even if this thought is deliberately guided by some people with ulterior motives. The point is that Marceau's idea at this time is not a kind of compulsory indoctrination, but a breeding ground from the bottom of his heart. Even if it is a mental patient, their inner thoughts are very complicated, and the guidance is only to let the patient choose an idea that is more in line with the wishes of the guide from these complicated thoughts.

I am very familiar with this kind of guidance. Dr. Ruan Li has theoretical books in this area, and she has been using this method on me.

Assuming that Marceau's actions at this time are her own decisions, then I don't think I can convince her with my mouth. Now she even uses her own ability to prevent my direct contact. The environment that has undergone weird changes before must be the embodiment of Marceau's inherent barriers. This manor may have become her "territory".

Referring to what I got from Father Edward before, regarding the placement of the seven "patients", of course, it can be assumed that, including me, every patient has his own "territory." And I leave my "territory". A special case of going to someone else’s "territory". Since the seminar allocates us in this way, I probably don't want to see me doing this.

In their eyes, I am probably a restless patient.

Each "territory" has a patient as the "chief", and the other patients who have been assigned to the past are also patients who have taken new drugs. Assume that patients have the consciousness of "territory". And they will also exist in the "nightmare", then this "territory" regional distribution may also appear in the nightmare.

And when I woke up from a nightmare, I was not in my own "territory", but in a "residential area" where I didn't know where I was located or which area of ​​the hospital. It can prove many things in itself-even in all patients taking new medicines and in all routine patients, I am special. And this particularity, to me, is also taken for granted.

I have always been special. I have a lot of evidence to prove my particularity. The current situation is just a trivial part of the many evidences.

Although I have seen some special patients. For example, the woman who has died, such as Marceau right now, but I can still feel that my particularity is fundamentally different from them.

However, this particularity is not enough for me to solve the immediate problem immediately.

Marceau's room has returned to normal, empty, and all the furnishings seem to have just been there. But Marceau is indeed not here. When she wanted to hide, my chain judgment couldn't lock her position at all, but could only use feeling to feel her presence. However, even if the results are not satisfactory, but you can be sure of Marceau's safety, it is still worthwhile to come here by yourself.

Marceau's mental problems have become an important part of the secretly surging plan. It's just that the saying "give Achuan a baby" is somewhat ashamed.

I decided to quit here. Because if you continue to stay, there will probably be no more gains. I came here and confirmed the safety of Marceau. Contact with Father Edward and observe Mae again with the help of a special woman, these results cannot be ignored. I need to reorganize the information to adjust my plan in detail.

When I left here, there was no hesitation. There is no extravagant hope for more ideas. The rain curtain outside the window, lightning and thunder, this environment is enough to dispel the idea of ​​exploring new areas. I packed the materials I collected in the manor, and when I returned to my sick building along the route when I came, my whole body was soaked and there was no dry place.

The situation in the ward has not changed much from when I left. Those patients who can be observed by the chain judgment seem to have never come out of my room when I left.

I threw the materials in the corner of the room. The gloom outside the window is no longer just a clouded relationship, the night has quietly fallen.

I have confirmed that there is a large canteen in this ward, which can fully cope with the number of people who fill the room in the ward. What's more, at this time, the number of patients has not reached that level, and all the patients here Three meals a day need to be resolved there. As I thought, only at this time, most patients will come out of their rooms.

However, even if there are patients who do not go out, there will be no manager in this ward, forcing them to be dragged out of their room. Every patient's life here seems to be spontaneous, and the hospital only provides daily resources, but because of this, it seems a little indifferent. Probably no normal people want to stay here for a long time, so when I entered the canteen, the person in charge of the food seemed to have already left, and the food was like a buffet, placed on four large tables, still steaming.

There is no need for someone else to explain, the patient will take the food by himself. I took this opportunity to observe them in the crowd. The complexion of these patients is not very good, and they are all reticent and very negative. In Marceau’s manor, a strange woman appeared, but in the sick building where I was, there seemed to be no such anomaly.

I took the food tray and found a place for a female patient to sit down. There is no special reason for choosing her, but her appearance and figure are in line with my aesthetics, and she does not seem to be numb to other patients. Her eyes are sometimes blank, but sometimes they become alert, and she is cautious in her actions, especially when she is eating, her eyes are more piercing. It seems that he has returned from a mental illness to the range of a normal person all at once.

As far as I am concerned, there is nothing I want to talk to her, just choose the seat next to her. Unexpectedly, she took the initiative to talk to me.

"I recognize you." This female patient was after I sat down. Always staring at me with surprise: "Who are you."

I didn't understand what she meant, so I glanced at her suspiciously, and then started eating in silence. Among the patients here, I am the only one who is obviously Asian, and among the many western foods, there are only a few Chinese foods. As if it was specially prepared for me. Soup, rice, various sauces, vegetables, and steamed buns... These are the daily specialties even in Chinese food. They are definitely not prepared often.

I pour the vegetables into the rice bowl. Add seasonings such as bean paste and tomato sauce, and stir with the rice. The female patient next to her looked at her with a slightly nauseous expression. She seemed mentally normal at this time.

"So you can eat too?" she frowned.

"It's delicious." With a spoon, I scooped up the sticky meal and stuffed it into my mouth. Although it looks a bit ugly to do so, but the taste is mixed. But it has always been my favorite.

"It looks like you are eating Xiang." She used a very civilized word "Xiang" to refer to that indecent saying.

"Do you want a bite, then?" I took a large spoonful, right to her mouth.

I originally thought that a woman would refuse in disgust, but I didn't expect that she swallowed it without thinking about it. In the end, she emphasized: "It tastes like Xiang Xiang."

I did not speak. Just looking at her expression-her expression is different from the expression that normal people often show when they say such things. On the contrary, it makes me feel that she now feels more mentally ill.

"I remember you, you are Xiangren!" The female patient looked at me with serious eyes. Say: "Sorry, I didn't mean it just now."

I had a foreboding at once that her next words would definitely sound unpleasant to normal people.

"I heard that if you Xiang people don't eat Xiang, you can't live." Sure enough, when she said so, she was serious. There is no insulting meaning at all. On the contrary, she feels apologetic from the bottom of my heart, "I shouldn't blame you for the necessary lifestyle. I really don't have racial discrimination."

"Are you Asian? It doesn't look like it." I decided to divert the subject.

"Of course not." The female patient said, squeezing her chest with her hands very seriously, and said: "Asian women's **** are not as big as mine."

Although I don't think this is the correct statement, at this time, I can only be speechless.

"But what you just said was from the Central Principality...you just used Chinese, didn't you?" I suddenly realized why there was always some unnatural feeling in the conversation. The female patient in front of me is entirely of European and American ethnicity, but when talking, she uses the most standard lingua franca of the Central Duchy.

"What silly thing are you talking about." The female patient said with some dissatisfaction: "I use the N48 Nebula's Achilles."

What the **** is the N48 Nebula's Achilles!

I find it difficult to continue the conversation. Although the appearance and figure of the female patient in front of me are in line with my aesthetics, the mental problem has become more and more prominent, and it is not the type of mental illness that I am good at. In comparison, the past Mae and the current Marceau are easier to get along with. Although in terms of the degree of trouble, the woman in front of her is undoubtedly safer.

I will not speak, I will eat quickly.

Women don’t eat at all and keep staring at me. This kind of gaze cannot be completely ignored. I had to look up and cope with it and said: "What's the matter?"

"I seem to have seen you somewhere," she said.

"N48 Nebula?" I asked rhetorically, but obviously, my reaction was wrong.

"Are you sick? What the **** is N48 Nebula?" The female patient looked at me with pity. She wanted to teach me about it. I interrupted her and asked, "So, what's the matter? Right?"

"I'm thinking, where did I see you." She said that, still staring at me, but until I silently wiped out the dinner, I didn't see her thinking. Come out of it. When I was about to leave, she grabbed my arm. She tried very hard, and I couldn't get rid of it with normal strength.

"What's the matter?" I can only ask again.

"I remember it!" She exclaimed, "You are the foreigner! Old Hawk's heir!" Her voice spread throughout the cafeteria, and what she said seemed to affect the patients in the cafeteria. A certain stimulus. For a while, the shuttle crowd stopped, and every mental patient here cast their eyes on me.

The air becomes depressed. Only the female patient said loudly: "It's you, you murderer's accomplice, you killed us!" As soon as her voice fell, the atmosphere and style of painting began to become abnormal. The canteen with no features at first seems to have been peeled off the old skin. Expose the rough texture inside. In the blink of an eye, all the surrounding windows followed, and a force of force squeezed the glass shards into the room. I saw several patients standing by the windows were pierced in their temples and throats. Even if there were no fatal injuries, there was still blood flow. .

Even so. They did not die, nor did they rush around in a hurry. They just stood there, surrounded me and the female patient, staring at me in silence with a sickly look. Hostility is floating in the air, and more anomalies have appeared. A faint gray mist has appeared on the ground, and there is a darker gray and black fluid, which constantly seeps from the cracks in the floor.

Wind and rain blew in from the broken window. The skin, face and body of the patient who was fatally injured by the broken glass before began to change, as if the flesh and blood were twisted and smashed. After being rubbed, some have completely lost their human form, and some have maintained their human form, but they are no longer human. I raised my head to block the wind and rain. The dampness and coldness were more biting than normal rain, and my left hand was still grasped by the female patient. However, at this time, her yelling face and hurried posture were completely frozen, like a statue-no. Moistened by the wind and rain, she is showing stone textures from head to toe, and she has really become a stone statue.

The gray-black fluid seeping from the cracks in the floor, as if self-conscious, wraps around the patients' ankles all the way up. Of course the patients are also changing. Become a more malicious, destructive and irrational appearance.

A bunch of weirdness is being born before my eyes. And the scene I am in is no longer a sick building in the normal sense. I didn't do it the first time, I'm not sure, this is an illusion, or I am in a nightmare. Has the people around me mutated, or just changed into such an ugly and abnormal form in my eyes.

Something hit the wall from the outside, and the huge force cracked the wall within a few strokes. When the wall collapsed, a huge world that was completely different from the scene around the sick building I was in spread out in my field of vision.

When I realized, I was actually standing on the flat ground in front of the cave. I was already wearing the high-necked trench coat inlaid with metal shields in my nightmare. The long knife and crossbow were already in my hands. Everything, All seem to imply that I am in a dangerous situation of being under siege and must use violence and killing to protect my life.

It feels like the peaceful "reality" before, which is a dream, but now returning to this weird world is returning to reality.

I just woke up from an ignorant dream and had to deal with the cruel reality—but I think this is an illusion.

The current situation is not "returning to the cruel reality", but "entering a cruel nightmare."

Although I don’t understand, why it suddenly became like this. Nightmare and reality, where exactly divides the boundary, and when did I cross this boundary. But the malicious surroundings are not fake, even if the opponent is human, but I see them as monsters, but I think the malicious will not deceive people.

Even if the opponent is a human, it is a human being malicious towards me.

I actually don’t really care about the female patient’s shouting when she grabbed me: "Murder." I can guess what she is implying. The patients in the ward were killed as monsters. But in fact, I didn't think so much.

I have always been aware that if you don't fight, you may really not kill people, but you will definitely become a dead person.

"Sorry." I said to these weird eagers, and when I withdrew my arm, I found that the changed statue of the female patient who had been holding me just now had disappeared unknowingly.

I took a deep breath. Compared with the mysterious events encountered in the past, the current abnormal situation is actually nothing.

I drew a long knife, raised my hand and shot a crossbow arrow. At the same time, weirdness surged in all directions.

Chopping, piercing, rushing, retreating, rolling--

The crossbow arrows pierced the head, and the filaments chopped off the neck.

Before the heavy axe smashed down, he had already jumped onto the rock platform and escaped the splashing rocks.

The body is strange like a ghost, once it penetrates an object, it will be covered with a layer of frost.

The ghost fire is spinning, the space is twisting, the tentacles are waving like whips, and even the wind will sharply split the hard stones and iron blocks.

What looks like a dog, peeping in the dark corner, the ticking salivation is full of corrosiveness, and the paws are also full of toxicity.

Something that I don’t know how to describe, suddenly appeared next to me in an indescribable way, causing terrible trauma to my spirit.

All this is a war between me and the weird.

Although the initial weirdness seems to be a mutation of patients in the canteen, in fact, the number of weirdness far exceeds the number of patients in the canteen. It can be inferred from this that the place where I am now is certainly not a "canteen". The weird thing I killed, even if there were patients, was definitely not just a "patient in the cafeteria".

I started to run. More weirdness seemed to be summoned, and they were coming to this battlefield continuously. Although I did not feel tired in the battle, nor was I seriously injured. Although chain judgment and quick sweep are suppressed in the sense, they are still playing their most commonly used characteristics. My dodge and counterattack are much faster than these weirdness, and even if they surround me, they can attack me at the same time. , They are just a few of the innermost circle. The most dangerous are the weird ones who have the ability to attack from the air, but in the constant wandering, as long as they can cleverly shuttle through the weird gaps, they can cause accidental injuries.

Even if I don't feel that I am in an extreme dangerous situation, I do feel that even if the stalemate continues, these weird numbers are definitely not something I can kill alone.

To get rid of them is the only way to get out of combat.

I rolled, leaped, and jumped on the rock platform. The smoke and dust chased me, like a bulldozer, crushing the place where I once stood. Wind and flames, and the vortex of space try to stop me, pull me, as long as I go one step slowly, I will be swallowed into huge fluctuations. Explosions continue to occur, causing the windbreaker to hunt in the dust and smoke. And all these obstacles will eventually turn into my motivation, and everything that cannot be motivation will be cut off by me like a thin film.

My steps are getting faster and faster. At the same time, the malicious and offensive phenomena that are happening around me are declining at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. In the end, the only things that can keep up are wolfhounds that make people feel extremely agile and weird at a glance, as well as those weird that don't walk at all and move in a special way. However, even for dogs that are good at running, the distance between me and me is accelerating and magnifying, and the speed-sweeping superpower is still "faster than them". The only thing that cannot be set as a reference object is those that do not move in a normal way. Monsters~IndoMTL.com~ Should they be "jumping" or "shuttle"? These weirdness have no "movement process", but for me now, they are not so rare opponents.

They may seem indeterminate, but it is easy to suddenly approach and kill them when they look like entities.

More importantly, such weirdness actually occupies only a small part of the many weirdness.

After a dozen breaths, there is no weirdness beside me. The distance between them and me has completely exceeded the observable range of linkage judgment, and they may not be able to catch up with perseverance at this distance.

I think the battle is over.

I ran a long distance in one breath, and the surrounding area was no longer full of rocks, but a dense forest with entangled roots.

Standing at the top of the tree, looking at the gloomy sky, half of the huge white sphere, not knowing whether it was the sun or the moon, has been submerged in the horizon. And the tall tower standing in front of it seemed to be being swallowed by a huge shadow. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)