Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1272: In-circle events

Doctor Ruan Li gave a gentle smile and rubbed his hand on top of my head. "No matter when the world is destroyed, human beings can only do what they can do. A Chuan, can you understand this limitation? , Is the reason for the birth of philosophy. But also because of this, philosophy has become the only thing that can break through the limitations of human beings in the sense. People try to transcend the world by thinking and imagination, not by Action. So, even if you push the things you can't bear and the problems you can't solve to the end of the world, then, from the height of philosophy, look at yourself."

"Isn't it true for mental patients in general?" I said.

"No, generally speaking, mental patients do not study psychology, nor do they think about philosophy." Dr. Ruan Li said, "You are what I know. The only one who tries to look at this from a philosophical perspective. People of the end of the world. Achuan, I think if it is really possible to save the world, the opportunity may be in your body. Because other disciplines have actually been proved to be ineffective against the end of the world, because we have to face it. , Is a situation that exceeds scientific cognition conceptually. Probably only philosophy can have this kind of transcendence."

"But, I don't know much about philosophy." I couldn't help but say.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Dr. Ruan Li hugged me vigorously and said: "The definition of philosophy has always been controversial, and there has never been a "little understanding". It determines how you treat yourself. Life, on the other hand, your attitude towards life is based on philosophy. Maybe it makes you look different, but that doesn’t mean right or wrong, but just. You live in this way That's it. And in my opinion, if your current thoughts are beneficial to your treatment, it is enough. Please believe me, and then believe in yourself as I believe in yourself."

She stared into my eyes and asked again: "Do you believe me? Achuan."

Yes. I believe in you, Dr. Ruan Li.

Doctor Ruan Li gave me a gentle smile. She took the pen from my hand, put the notebook away, and said, "What you need most now is rest." With that said, she took out a vial from her pocket. The pills are on the table. I took a look at the label. The label was written in a handwritten foreign language. Looking at the font style, it was written by Dr. Ruan Li himself. As in the past, it is not an official drug sold on the market. Dr. Ruan Li’s label is: Helps sleep. Although the ingredients are unknown, it is probably a medicine such as sleeping pills. I don't feel how serious my illness is. Even if I admit that I have a mental illness, I don't feel that it has affected my daily life and communication. But what about me in the eyes of other people? At least in the eyes of Dr. Ruan Li, my condition is already serious. Ordinary drugs have no effect at all. Just like now, I don't feel that I need sleeping pills and other drugs to help sleep. Although I think a lot, it has little effect on sleep. I don't feel affected by illness during sleep, except for frequent nightmares. But those nightmares that involve "mystery", to me, are just like everyday.

Even so, Dr. Ruan Li still prepared medicine for me. Do I need medicine, and what kind of medicine do I need? In making these judgments, the thinking circuit she followed seemed to be totally different from mine. However, Dr. Ruan Li has the reputation of being an expert after all, so sometimes, even if I don't think it is necessary, I won't resist her on this kind of thing.

Doctor Ruan Li asked me to lie down on the bed, turned around and poured a glass of water, and then watched me take all the medicine for today. After I lay down, she pressed the blanket hard and sat on the side of the bed and said to me: "Good night, Achuan."

Good night, Dr. Ruan Li.

I closed my eyes, and there was not all darkness under my eyes. This darkness seemed to be covered with light, with indescribable light spots fluttering. I felt my body started to get hot and then began to sink. I suddenly felt that I was thinking of a lot of things, but when I wanted to actually say the content, I couldn't say anything. I began to feel that I was still awake and not asleep, but the feeling of sinking did not change at all, and everything around my body seemed to be spinning. But I just stood there silently, doing nothing.

I don't know how long it took, a sea of ​​flowers bloomed under my feet. The flower is white, delicate and light, and when blown by the wind, the petals will be scattered, filling the blanks in all directions like flying catkins. The darkness, I don't know when, has faded.

I walk aimlessly, and I can hear its voice, bubbles popping up, and it will become a lot in a short time. In these bubbles, what scenes are flowing, just like looking at a revolving lantern. When I tried to figure out when I saw it, that layer of memory became blurred again. When I reached out and touched these bubbles, I thought they would break, but I couldn't touch them at all. Just like the existence of illusion, let my hand pass through.

This world...

I see these things...

I thought a lot, but I don’t know what I was thinking. It's just that I didn't feel any surprise at all of this.

I'm looking for...

What am I looking for?

I want to confirm...

What do I want to confirm?

There is a name, I want to say it, but there is an invisible barrier that prevents me from remembering that name, preventing me from saying that name, just like a fish bone stuck in my throat, which is extremely uncomfortable.

I think that we can’t go on like this, we must say that name because it’s very important.

My plan...it won't work without it.

Even if it becomes a super high river that can observe all real sides, it still does not have the power to reverse the doomsday process on all real sides. Observing, and interfering, is not a hierarchical behavior.

Becoming a Super Gaochuan is to observe and confirm its existence. Through observation, lock it into the reality that I can observe.

"..." The hoarse voice I made made me startled, like a crow screaming.

Suddenly, I felt something behind me. Before I turned my head, I felt a slight itching on my cheeks, and only a strand of dark hair was glimpsed at the corner of my eyes, and when I looked more intently, these hairs seemed to be magnified several times under a microscope. Times. People can see that it is not the cells that make up the hair, but the eyes.

It's densely packed, a bit scary, and instinctively feels uncomfortable, and it follows. It is a deep fear. It was as if the genes passed down from the moment of the birth of life buried this fear deeply, fermented, and then suddenly awakened at this moment.

It's a nightmare. I think.

I can't move my hands or feet.

It is obviously hair made up of countless crimson eyes. The overall look is shiny black.

Although the body is full of fear, but emotionally believe that it is women’s long hair for the first time.

I know who it is.

It stands behind me. But I can't turn around to look at it. As if instinct was calling out frantically, preventing me from doing that. I think of a story: in the occult, a story about evil spirits and hell. People are stepping on the road of dividing the living from the dead and are warned-no matter what happens, don't look back.

The current situation seems to cater to such a story, as if it is also warning me: No matter what happens, don't look back.

It's like it is. At this time, this scene is as far as I am concerned. It is precisely the boundary between "this side" and "that side", and whether it is on this side or the other side, it only takes a turning back movement to be determined.

However, although I was scared, I also thought of many bad ending stories. But there was no resistance to whether to turn around.

"A Chuan." I heard the voice behind me and turned my head abruptly.

For an instant, I saw a silhouette, like a bubble. It is fleeting, but that figure is very familiar to me. Because that is a very important lover to me.

But, even if he turned his head, nothing happened. I don't know the feeling in my heart, is it disappointment.

At this moment, the voice of someone calling me became clear: "A Chuan." The surrounding sea of ​​flowers disappeared suddenly in this voice, and replaced by a very modern, but seemingly A decadent corner of the city. The sky, the ground, the building, and even the shadows, seemed to be covered with a layer of gray powder, which seemed not so real.

Nightmare Las Vegas? Although it is not a familiar corner, the architectural style and familiar feeling here wake me up all at once. Although what happened before is vivid, there is no such personal situation anymore.

"Achuan!" The voice rang again, and the man pushed me a bit, and I saw her.

"Grega?" I said.

"Why are you confused?" Gregya, dressed in cowboy clothes, carried a heavy revolver, and looked at me in surprise, "What happened?"

"Ah...no...no." I shook my head, but I can't say that there was no accident. Anyway, when I got on the bus, I hadn't entered Nightmare Las Vegas. Although I don't understand what is going on, I once thought that before the end of the seminar, I would not enter the nightmare Las Vegas again soon.

"Why are you here?" I asked Gregya. During our last contact, she told me that all members of Whisperer’s peripheral intelligence organization "Under the Scene Lover" are doing intelligence The work of a broker. In specific circumstances, I prefer to cooperate with the network ball represented by John Bull. However, it will also conduct transactions for customers selected by itself. In contact with the network ball, it feels like John Bull will be more active.

The members of "Under the Circumstance Lover" are not outstanding in terms of "mystery", but with the tendency of cyberball to cooperate, their activity is increasing day by day. I think this kind of change is a bit dangerous. However, "Under the Scene Lover" is just an emerging mysterious organization affiliated with the "Whisperer", and the whisperer does not have a forceful decision-making relationship, so except for Gray, who was saved by me. Except for Geya, the other members have a very strong sense of autonomy.

I usually rarely pay attention to their activities. After they cooperated with the cyberball, it is inevitable that intelligence will gradually become homogenized with the cyberball. As the tentacles of a whisperer operating overseas, they actually don't have any special tasks, but they only need to be there and have a certain degree of activity. The current situation can be regarded as formal.

However, I would meet Gregya in this situation. I always felt that something was going to happen, or. What has happened.

"Why? Don't you know?" Gregya said to me in astonishment, "Last night, three meeting places were attacked by smoky faces, and the electronic demon envoy who stayed there was killed and wounded three-thirds. 2. Now there is chaos everywhere, we have been contacting you, but the whisperer said. You are on a business trip... even if you are on a business trip, you will inevitably have to enter here, right?" She looked at me suspiciously for a while, and then again. Say: "In short, because I can't contact you suddenly, so I came out to find you. What are you doing?"

I think she might be wondering if she couldn't find me before, is it because I didn't log in to Nightmare Las Vegas at all.

"I just came in." I didn't hide it. "I never came here before."=

"So that's it." Gregya replied quickly, but then she realized that she couldn't help but froze, "Wait, you mean. We can't find you because you are not in the nightmare Las Vegas at all. Gas. Can you avoid entering this place?"

"Yes." I smiled and said, "Because I am no longer an electronic demon messenger."

Gregya looked confused, she held her forehead. Say: "Wait, let me think about it. You are not an electronic demon messenger long ago? You are not an electronic demon messenger. But you can get in and out of this place?"

"Probably because it was once an electronic demon messenger." I said.

"Incomprehensible." Gregya shook her head vigorously. "However, that kind of thing is fine. After such a big thing, now nightmare Las Vegas is in chaos, everyone's nerves are strained. It’s very tight. I think the atmosphere is a bit wrong. But I want to find the people like John Bull, but all of them seem to be missing."

"Didn't we have a bar in our assembly area?" I asked rhetorically.

"Everyone except the store manager can't be contacted." Gregya seemed to understand something, and said to herself: "That's it. They just didn't enter the nightmare Las Vegas? ??” Then he looked at me and said: “Although I have tried to ask the Whisperer’s headquarters for the contact information in reality, but, you know, I’ve closed the door.”

"Of course, we can't disclose information about John Bull and the others casually." I nodded clearly, "After all, you are only attached to the whisperer, not part of the whisperer."

"Anyway, with such a big incident, there is no teacher who can make up his mind. I always feel uneasy." Gregya said, "But, I think that's probably the way it is. Others should Live as you please."

"You are not getting along well with them?" I couldn't help asking.

"It's not bad, just, it's not very good." Gregya replied, "It's like starting a business together. After getting on the right track, the partners' minds are no longer the same. To be honest, I I hope I can follow the advice of experienced people, but other people seem to be more independent. They think that in this chaotic state, they can’t find other people to discuss, it’s the time to test their abilities.” Her words It's a bit euphemistic, but I still understand what it means.

However, such a development has actually been expected. "Under the scene lover" will break away from the whisperer and become a mysterious organization, which can already be seen from its initial definition and activities. However, neither to me nor to the whisperer did not care. The reason why they were needed was initially just to prevent the intelligence lines from being over there. Now, the internal contradictions are not so optimistic, and the scope of John Bull's activities is getting wider and wider. The role of the "behind the scenes lover" is only to "show the whisperer's sense of existence in Europe and America."

The previous “smoky face attack” that Gregya was so tight about was probably a fuse that broke out of all the contradictions. Its influence has continued to the present, and may be There are follow-up situations.

"Then the situation now is: the face of black smoke attacked the meeting place, causing a lot of casualties, and the person who was responsible for maintaining order was either killed or flinched. Is that true?" I once again Asked.

"Yes." Gregya nodded vigorously, frowning, looking very worried. Indeed, because under normal circumstances, the electronic demon messenger will inevitably enter the nightmare Las Vegas. If the situation here continues to be bad, and even evolves into a chaotic battlefield that spreads across the entire range, it must not be someone like her. Expected. Because the initial attack was carried out by Smoky Face, and moreover. In view of the number of casualties, the attack at that time must have been a great success, and the strength and behavioral trends that it displayed were bound to make people fearful.

The maker of the Smoky Face is the 51st District that once worked with it.

The 51st District has already started action, and the action is unexpectedly swift and violent. It feels more like the Nazi Blitzkrieg style. However, two days ago, it gave people a feeling of not being ready.

As for the disconnection of John Bull and other members, I think, in addition to the action in the 51st district, it is more because of the mysterious incident at the bus rest point. In the circumstances that I couldn't observe, the people from the Doomsday Sect, the Nazis and other mysterious organizations had a fierce collision. Later. Therefore, "incapable" to deal with the smoky face incident?

After all, at the time, John Bull also said that the "limited wish" involved in Doomsday Shinrikyo is unavoidable, so it can only be used properly.

Judging from Gregya's description, the nightmare Las Vegas is in chaos at this time. But for us invaders. It is precisely because the other people are "missing" that the sense of existence in the 51st district is more prominent, and the situation on the surface is also very clear-the 51st district is going to be the first bird.

And their ultimate goal is also the easiest to confirm, as John Bull said-their determination to get this Las Vegas repeater is stronger than other forces. And among all the forces that really want to get a repeater, it is also the most powerful. Instead, other member organizations, such as Netball, ostensibly play the banner of attacking the Las Vegas repeater. However, the attitude is very vague as to what constitutes a "strategy". Taking, destroying, and hindering others-among the three most likely behaviors, because of the light of torch, its unique deviating mystery makes the last one the most likely.

Now, the goal of Doomsday Truth is also clear. They don't really care about the Las Vegas repeater itself, but have other goals.

The intelligence brought by Carmen also proved that the Nazis planned to abandon the Las Vegas repeater and sacrifice the entire repeater to cultivate nightmare monsters in the depths of Las Vegas and alienate Youjiang.

As for other mysterious organizations, such as the Black Nest, and personal behaviors, such as Father Edward, it is not so clear. However, in theory, they must wait for the opportunity to learn from the Internet ball and Doomsday Truth. , Nazis, and the 51st District.

Internally, in addition to cyberball, there are other large organizations, such as Torchlight and Sunstrider, as well as medium-sized mysterious organizations that exceed their own size, such as the Mercenary Association. What will they do after showing a clear split state of affairs? Judging from the attitude given by John Bull, Torchlight and Sunstrider, because they have already communicated with this level in advance, will still stand on the side of the cyberball to maintain a heavy group form. The people from the Mercenary Association, to be honest, have never communicated with me, but judging from their style of action, they will definitely be inserted in the middle of the war like a sharp knife. There are even people from the Asian mystery circle. After all, in the doomsday illusion, the whisperer represents Asia and occupies a permanent seat in the board. However, since the past, the Asian side has not been too mixed with European and American affairs. Even if things like repeaters are involved this time, they will probably still maintain a consistent bystander attitude.

"So, as long as the fifty-one area disappears, the chaos will stop?" After I briefly analyzed it, Gregya couldn't help but ask.

"Do you know ~IndoMTL.com~ the specific circumstances of those people who were attacked by the smoky faces? Realistically." I asked back.

Gregya was silent for a moment, and said: "It disappeared, and because a large part of it is the residents of Las Vegas in reality, so these people suddenly disappeared in Las Vegas. It has caused a great impact. There are rumors that it is not ordinary disappearance, but the corpses are taken away in an organized manner. The corpse collectors are very accurate in positioning these people’s hiding places, as if all of them are watching them. Same."

"In this attack, the dead were pre-selected." I think that's the only way to explain it.

"How is it possible!" Gregya was horrified: "We have done a good job of our own intelligence. Moreover, they want so many corpses, and they still take away the corpses in a targeted manner. What are they going to do?"

"In short... During this period, if you are online, you'd better stay in the bar. People in the 51st District are not going to make trouble in the bar." I said, "I still There are some things to be dealt with, which may not be able to take into account the situation here." (To be continued...)

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