Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1261: Black seat

In one second, the old hunter circled a fifty-meter circle, and I chased for fifty meters. In this second, I tried my best to slash more than 50 slashes, and we were like being enveloped in a blooming spark. The tiredness of the old hunter is even more obvious. The onslaught does not stop without any skill, nor does it use any gorgeous moves, because there is no such time at all. This is the simplest and most swift offensive. It uses the shortest route and the strongest force in the shortest route to stab, chop, chop, and sweep, forming a force that surges like a tide. The reef that bears this surge is the old hunter himself. Under the observation of the chain judgment, I can feel that his muscles, bones, and every sensory organ that supports the high-speed battle are wailing.

This is my choice after rearranging the combat stance in the "normal" state. No longer need those gorgeous skills, and don't worry about the speed can no longer crush the opponent as before. Yes, the speed is similar, the experience is rich, the style is similar, the moves are the same, and the people you face are like your own mirror image. However, there is one thing that determines the outcome from the beginning.

He is old and badly injured. He takes his last breath and stands in front of me. If he had enough rest time, he would definitely be able to return to the original ferocity, and even let me enter an abnormal state, and use that terrible and transcendent mystery to defeat it in an outbreak. However, the battle has no ifs.

Standing in front of me in such an imperfect posture was his choice. His enlightenment is definitely not the mentality of "This kind of self is enough to dispel the opponent", but, "Even the current self must stand here. Until a certain moment comes."

I have already felt it from the conversation with him.

So, there is no need to pay attention to fairness at all. Now is the fairest battle. For the old hunter standing here with my consciousness, I tried my best to swing the knife. As a hunter, every battle with a knife and a knife conveys the complicated will and desire that even I can't sort out.

Then, in the ninth second. I kicked the old hunter in the chest. He finally lost his balance. This was not the result of being kicked in the chest, but the result of the fierce battle in the first eight seconds. I deceived myself and broke into his broken defensive circle, and the flashing knife cut into his chest, and he was almost cut in half by me. A lot of blood, like a fountain, sprayed from the wound.

I put the knife into its sheath, and the dying old hunter was lying halfway at the root of the wall, panting like a bellows, and did not cover the wound, because it was of no use. He has some pain, and this pain seems to be contagious. Let me not come forward. After a short breath, he let out a hoarse laugh.

"Very well, I lost. You won. So you can come in, or can you give me another knife?" The old hunter took off his wide-brimmed hat, revealing the scars all over it, like a weathered rock Old face. His voice is not breathless, and his uplifted expression is like a flashback. I don't know if he will die like this after I leave.

"Don't worry. No..." He shook his head. Said: "That's fine. To be honest, I have always insisted on my own ideas. That is not the truth that should be seen by people. But I have also seen your persistence. You know, those who persist always have a way to break through the blockade. . To find what I want... I tried my best to stop you, and you have defeated, so you are qualified to face the truth. If you fail, you may become a corpse. I will not release water. Say something like'Don’t kill, just to stop you'. You came with faith, and I also greet you with faith, and your death, that’s it. Don’t tell me other nonsense."

"You can talk, it's good." I nodded, the old hunter in front of me didn't need comfort at all. If he could stand up and fight, he would definitely stand up and fight. He is down now because of his persistence. I don't think there is any regret about this, even if this is his end.

"Of course it's good. I won't die so easily. I'm different from Hawke's old bone." The old hunter smiled lowly. "If you don't kill me, I will survive, and then again. Stay in front of this door..."

"I just want to ask." I know that he didn't lie, but I don't care. Even if he can get up now, it is not so easy to heal his injuries. In this way, most people In the "nightmare" formed by his ideology, it is not like a normal personal nightmare. As long as you wake up and dream again, it will be intact. I don’t know if the old hunter has another subject besides the "nightmare", but, whether he has it or not, it is probably impossible to heal his injuries in a nightmare, unless there is some miracle or some mysterious power. help. Otherwise, I think he was either killed by the person who came here next time, or by the weird. In short, the possibility that he can survive the night is extremely slim.

"You know that you came here before me—" I glanced at the door, "I defeated you, entered the door, or those who were killed by you? I know them, they are not all Hunter. You know." Through the battle with the old hunter and the contact with the old Hawk, I have gradually understood what the so-called "hunter" is about in this nightmare, it is not to distinguish outsiders. The identity of a local is a profession: for some reason, insist on hunting weirdness and exploring the secrets of the deep night. Basically, just as the old hunter described it, hunters are born with a sense of mission, which is not given by heaven, but given by themselves.

In this nightmare, based on this sense of mission given to oneself, and the courage to face the weirdness, the hunter is the one who moves around the deepest night. However, generally speaking, although mysterious organizations that are "outsiders" have their own mission and beliefs, they must fight against the weird to ensure their own safety, and then obtain some materials, etc., and even try to use them to the depths. Night, however, their behavior and perspective are not based on this nightmare, and may not focus on the secrets of the deep night. Therefore, in some details, it can indeed be considered. The mystery expert is not a "hunter" in the conventional sense in this nightmare.

From the point of view of the most essential meaning of "Hunter" in this nightmare, I am actually not a complete "Hunter". It's just that I got the acknowledgment of Old Hawk and the old hunter in front of me.

Many times, the concept of "hunter". Even in this nightmare, it is general and vague. But I think the old hunter knows what I mean, and he must understand those people who have been in contact with and fought. What are the differences between the mysterious experts and the "hunters" they represent?

"Ah..." The old hunter breathed out softly, and said, "Those people, there are indeed many powerful guys. But as you said, not everyone is a hunter. Before seeing the truth. , They don’t understand. What is the meaning of the hunters for the deepest night and how they exist in this nightmare. After seeing the truth, they all become lunatics."

The old hunter thought for a while, and said to me: “Remember, hunters are not just a spirit, but also a blood heritage. Don’t look at you and me, there are so many differences from the old Hawke, but in fact We have a common source. Even we have the same source as the weird. Therefore, we are experts in the weird and are more likely to be eroded by the weird...Listen, young people, be alert to yourself at all times."

He seems to have nothing to say, but this kind of covert statement. It's not like his character at all. I think it was some scruples that prevented him from speaking clearly. Or, he just has sentiment. I have never sorted out a clue, so I can't use more logical terms to speed me more things.

"Anyway, if you see the truth, you can understand." The old hunter waved his hand, as if he had lost the interest in talking, his head drooped deeply.

I looked at the door again, and when I turned my eyes back, the old hunter had disappeared, as if he had appeared suddenly, without any signs. However, the blood flowing out of his body and the damage caused by the battle have not disappeared, so naturally it is not an illusion. What is the old hunter? I don't know, but I don't intend to pursue it. The important thing is that he did show up in front of me, fought with me, and told me a lot of information.

I came to the door and pushed it open. The door is heavy, just like its appearance. Even with chain judgment observation, there is no trace of someone pushing away before me, but it is true that many people have arrived here before me and the truth behind the door has been lifted.

Now, I will be one of them.

I want to see what the truth is that drives these determined hunters and mystery experts crazy.

The space behind the door is unexpectedly small. It is a small hall of more than 100 square meters, but it is more refined than the situation outside. The marble floor reflecting the human figure was wiped brightly, as if someone had been taking care of it all the time, and there was no trace of other people coming in and out. The surrounding area is not a wall, but a transparent material like glass, just like an observation deck. The most different place from the previously seen area is that no strange patterns and patterns can be seen in this small clean room. In the middle, there is a chair with a dark wooden floor. It is not imposing and does not conform to the style of nightmare furnishings.

This chair is too conspicuous, as if calling someone to sit on it. According to the theory of the occult, sitting on this chair will give you a "reward", and maybe that's the "truth". However, I did not sit on it immediately. I just came to the transparent wall, and there was a faint voice calling me to look out from here.

First of all, I realized that where I was, I was on the top of the tower. There is no continuity in the strategy of the tower. The last time I had this nightmare, I only reached the second floor, but this time, I crossed the first floor directly and came to this place, as if the area where I was before had already It's the penultimate floor. This not only means that every time you enter a nightmare, your place may change, but it also means that this tower has a special meaning to me.

I think it is this obscure meaning that prevents me from sitting in a chair for the first time, but looking at everything outside the tower from here.

Outside the transparent wall, I don't know if it is the sun or the moon, a very huge pale sphere, two-thirds of it has sunk on the horizon. What surprised me was that from the part that was still bare on the horizon, something could be vaguely seen—I'm not sure what it was, but the voice in my heart told me that it was a nightmare in Las Vegas. I don't have any evidence for this idea. I couldn't see the blurry situation on the surface of the huge sphere either. However, my heart told me that.

From this nightmare, you can see the nightmare Las Vegas, between the two nightmares. Just like the earth and the moon, there is a deep and strong connection. Therefore, the mysterious organization will choose here. The plan they implemented can take advantage of this deep and powerful connection to attack Nightmare Las Vegas and the monsters conceived in the depths of Nightmare Las Vegas by the Nazis.

However. The most surprising place was still what I saw when I looked down from the transparent wall-I saw the edge of the land, not a river or lake, but a seemingly endless ocean. Where i am. This nightmare is not a peninsula, but an isolated island suspended in the sea.

Moreover, from the overall impression, it is exactly like the island where the hospital is located in reality. No, there are still some differences, part of the building outline on the ground. It still fits my impression of the Peninsula Mental Hospital.

So, really speaking, it's more like--

"The combination of hospital reality and Peninsula Mental Hospital?" This answer surprised me a bit. I have a hunch. In fact, I understand that when I sit on that chair, what I can see is the "truth" that drives many people crazy. Of course, to confirm this conjecture, I still need to sit on it myself.

So. I returned to the chair and sat on it without hesitation.

Next moment. The chair without any mechanism suddenly popped out of handcuffs and handcuffs. Before I could react, I was locked in a chair. Even so, I still did not struggle. The voice in my heart prevented me from doing anything to get me out of this seemingly dangerous situation. My beating heart is telling me that the so-called "truth" is being awakened.

It was another breathing effort. I heard the sound of running water, as if water was washing directly across my brain. Then, my trouser legs were wet. I don't know when the ground has been swallowed by a large amount of liquid. The taste of these liquids is so special that I immediately recognize what it is:.

Not only. It is gradually rising, and red appears in the yellow liquid that drowns over the waist in a short time. First, a red strand, and then more strands emerged, connecting into one piece, and the yellow area kept shrinking, leaving only about a quarter. And my location is right in the center of the whole small hall, and it is also part of the red area.

The peculiar taste, mixed with the **** taste, makes people feel nauseous and nauseated. Everything that was shown before my eyes seemed to imply something.

Of course it is hinting at a situation!

I know exactly what it can imply.

This is simply the erosion of "Jiang" or "virus" on patients with doomsday syndrome. Patients with doomsday syndrome who are only collapsed, theoretically have not died, but it is definitely not a good thing. In the sight in front of him, the red is constantly compressing the yellow range, as if it is gnawing on the yellow, but the yellow can only retreat step by step, and has already lost a quarter of its territory. This kind of scene implies that I have to make me think that all patients who have collapsed are also facing further deterioration.

My limbs were imprisoned, but the red liquid did not erode my pain, but made me feel comfortable and warm. The liquid was rising, and in the time the thoughts were turning, it had already spread over my chest, then my neck, and finally drowned me completely. Even so, I didn't feel suffocated, but there was huge and messy information that suddenly popped into my mind, almost making people unbearable and crazy. At the same time, I also felt the fear from "Jiang" and "Virus". That kind of strong sense of fear will also drive people who come into contact with it mad.

This is the secret that drives the "people in contact with the truth" crazy? No, I think, it's not just that.

In that familiar great fear, my consciousness began to fall apart. Before I really lost consciousness, I suddenly understood that this is the call to contact the "truth".

Half awake, I heard many people's voices. They ran back and forth, yelling in distress, and there was an atmosphere of urgency and helplessness. I also heard the sound of machinery and the roar of water. I don't have the five senses, including eyes and ears, but the information of sensibility still enters my heart endlessly. At this moment, I "heared" a familiar voice. It was the voice of Dr. Ruan Li, but the surrounding environment made me not feel that it was a secret research institute in the Peninsula Mental Hospital.

On the contrary, even if there is no specific facial features, there are still very messy information spliced ​​with sensible things, which made me suddenly realize what is outside—the reality of the hospital!

What's the joke? How can it be! ? This was the moment I was most surprised, and then I heard a clearer voice.

Doctor Ruan Li said: "...the deceased was Dr. Hawke? He was...and Gao Chuan...make serum..."

"He failed." Another familiar voice was Dr. Ender, "We thought his route was wrong, but we didn't expect that he still insisted on doing that... Surprising results... We need a Someone sorted out the data, you were his assistant at the time, Dr. Ruan Li...cracked the data..."

"...Although so, I don't think that his serum is qualified now." Dr. Ruan Li said.

"You haven't even read it." said an unfamiliar voice.

"I know Dr. Hawke's thinking. I did agree with his idea at the beginning, but now it seems that the idea at that time is still too simple. According to Dr. Hawke's thinking, it is impossible to make a serum. "Doctor Ruan Li's voice is exceptionally clear. She paused and said: "The limit of his thinking can only produce inhibitors. Moreover, they are inhibitors full of side effects. All of our current drugs have not been separated. Dr. Hawke’s thinking. Indeed, when we made the serum for the first time, the sample did not completely fail. The girls who survived to the present, including Gao Chuan, proved it, but that was not a success either. . After using the original serum sample as a blueprint, the remade drug has also been proved to be a failure. You know what I mean, Dr. Ender, Dr. Hawke is the one of us who is theoretically the closest to the serum. But in fact, the person who is the furthest away from the real serum. His private experiments and the final analysis data will definitely not be closer to success. On the contrary, we will be affected by his results and deviate from our own thinking. Dr. Ender, do you really think you need this data?"

The air became silent and depressed, as if the listener was in silence, agreeing with Dr. Ruan Li's words.

Dr. Ruan Li also said: "Dr. Hawke’s achievements, safeguarding Gaochuan’s various modulated drugs, and inhibitors full of side effects. I admit that his achievements are also the basis of Gaochuan’s copy, but it is also That's it. We all know that the Gaochuan copy is not a true copy."

"We need funds." Dr. Ender said: "We need Dr. Hawke's results to make better inhibitors... In the absence of serum, better inhibitors can give sponsors hope . We need to come up with some ~IndoMTL.com~ to let them see the desired results."

There was another silence, and Dr. Ruan Li said wearily: “Yes, if this is the reason, we do need to analyze the data left by Dr. Hawke. I am willing to do this, but I My instinct tells me that this is not the right move."

"...Intuition?" Dr. Ender's voice was full of puzzlement and dissatisfaction.

"Yes, a woman's intuition." Dr. Ruan Li said.

"Laughable statement." Although Dr. Ander said so, it made me feel that his emotions were not completely denial like in his mouth. "Anyway, we need these data, Dr. Ruan Li, if you are not willing to do the actual I can ask others to help, you only need to be responsible for the overall and critical parts."

"I see, Dr. Ende. Since you insist on doing this, I have nothing to say." Dr. Ruan Li said.

After that, the sound began to blur again, leaving only the sound of water, machinery, and unintended sounds, and in this messy sound, there was a deep, inhuman sound. I gradually became confused again, and in half asleep and half awake, the information related to Dr. Hawke was recovering. (To be continued)