Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1273: Fetal movement

The battlefield of the Tomb of Gaochuan became chaotic. I did not expect that after killing multiple gravediggers, the elite wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult did not continue to test me, but immediately countered me and used the portal. The spell exits the battlefield. It is precisely because of the actions of the elite wizards that this group of temporary groups split. The speed of its division, and the chaos that followed, is enough to prove how deep the selfishness they buried while acting in groups, but it is also enough to prove that they had indeed completed a sufficient amount of acquisition before they started to divide. .

What is buried under the tomb of Gaochuan? I still don't know until now, because my behavior is mostly driven by sensibility, so I never thought about digging up the tomb of Gaochuan to derive more details from what was buried inside. On the contrary, it is precisely because of the behavior of these gravediggers that I am full of perceptual disagreement in my rational and calm knowledge.

I didn't hesitate to kill these people, nor did I have any emotional fluctuations. And I realized that I would be like this, just because I perceptually recognized my behavior as "a matter of course."

Sensibility requires me to be angry, so I performed angry behaviors. However, these angry factors were not reflected in my own emotions throughout the battle. Anger is supposed to be an emotion, a manifestation of perceptual disapproval and rejection. However, when I killed these people, I suddenly realized that my "anger" was getting rid of "emotion" and "sensibility." This is a situation that would not happen theoretically in the conceptual system of common sense.

I can understand the relationship between happiness, sadness and anger, etc., and the relationship with the spirit, and the relationship with the spirit, but to separate them ∩ as the concept of equivalence with the spirit, rationality and sensibility, but I never thought about it. Or in other words, it's hard to imagine. However, when I unfolded the saber knife and swept relatively quickly, I beheaded the four gravediggers within a tenth of a second. But sincerely felt this change.

The beginning and process of this change does not rush into my memory at all, just like suddenly showing the result in front of me, and this result is so incredible, in terms of my own knowledge, what it is Contradiction.

If I told others about this situation, it would be impossible to get the recognition and trust of others, but I felt unbelievable about this change in myself. But there is no unacceptable emotion at all. I think I must have something wrong. My cognitive system, sensibility and rationality, emotional and spiritual expressions are all undergoing great tests at this moment. No, it should be said that it has probably collapsed.

However. I feel it in my heart. To such a situation, it is only out of a state of calm and acceptance.

Because of this unusual change and the unusual calm when I feel this change, it makes me feel that I am being corroded from another angle. I cannot describe this erosion, it is invisible. Without warning, it exists before an observable phenomenon is formed and before it reaches an observable position. It seems to be conscious, but also unconscious. In other words, the mere existence will cause all these effects.

When I felt it, there was a huge sense of fear, and I was very familiar with this sense of fear.

Yes, "Jiang", or "Book", is the root cause of all this.

And such a change, from the perspective of reality, is also a manifestation of doomsday syndrome.

Because I experienced all this personally, and repeatedly experienced it, no matter which world I am in, I face these situations directly as a "Gaochuan", so I am "accustomed to it". My physical body in the port has completely collapsed, and my personality is revived by the power of "Jiang". In this process, "I" of course has undergone some different changes from the past me.

I have guessed about this in the past, but now, it is only confirmed by a more precise sensibility. Because of this, my mood at this time is calm.

Because this is inevitable, it has been anticipated, and the plan itself is based on this crazy and scary change. Therefore, there will be no ideas of resistance.

Whether it is "Jiang" or "Book", for patients with doomsday syndrome, before they produce antibodies and complete the serum, any adverse effects must be regarded as a natural, but Absolutely conceptually irresistible existence is regarded as equivalent to a part of the genes that constitute oneself, and only on this basis can other behaviors be considered.

In an instant, I thought of many questions, but in another instant, I left them behind. At this moment, thinking seemed to stop, leaving only consciousness running through the whole body. I "seeed" myself cruising like a poisonous snake, as if traveling through time, the target's reaction suddenly became extremely slow, and then my chest was pierced by the saber knife in my hand, and then torn in half. After that, "I" waved backhand and decapitated the target that had just done half of the action on the other side.

I seem to be a third party, but not entirely a third party. I can feel that this is my target of attack and the result I need to achieve. But my mind does not direct the activities of the body". In this nightmare world, my body is not a real body, but a manifestation of consciousness. The current situation seems to be accompanied by the realization that my "anger" has become an independent concept equivalent to "emotion", "**", "rationality and sensibility", my thinking and consciousness itself, It also produces a certain degree of cleavage in concept.

The above description is difficult to describe my experience at this time. The split between thinking and consciousness is also unimaginable, and it makes people feel crazy.

From superstring theory and other hypothetical theories that try to become a unified theory, **, thinking, personality and consciousness, as well as any tangible matter and intangible energy, can achieve a systemic and mutual transformational connection. , And it can be reduced to the most essential thing, explaining every change in this system from a high-dimensional perspective.

I have read the popular science related to superstring theory, but the knowledge of the popular science alone cannot give me an "explainable" concept of my current situation.

Pure conceptual differentiation and independence, as if making everything based on the principles of basic matter and energy. Have become meaningless things. However, in any scientific theory, it has always been impossible for concepts to exist independently and produce changes independently. Any philosophical thinking should be based on the exploration of the unsolvable existence that has been discovered, and it will inevitably be to a certain extent. Mapping the existing truth.

However, I feel instinctively that the changes that are happening to me now absolutely violate this relationship. Concepts are operated independently, formed independently, and do not rely on any other matter or energy, but only produce a purely conceptual interaction with other concepts. However, it makes me extremely contradictory, extremely crazy place. More importantly, as far as humans are concerned, the definition of "concept" is: a unit of thinking that reflects the common characteristics of a group of things extracted from a group of things through the use of abstraction. A situation where there is only a "concept" and no actual connection with anything shouldn't exist at all.

I found myself getting confused. Any words that I wanted to explain the current situation began to be distorted, and my thoughts began to diverge and distorted. "I know how long it has been, it should be only a moment. I don't know what I wanted to say before. It seems that "thinking" and "wise" itself ⊥ are a kind of error", which cannot be said to be an error, but—

When the concept of "thought" was born, and when the concept of "wise" existed, relative concepts such as "things out of thought" and "existence that all wise men could not explore" existed at the same time.

And this relative concept should have no meaning" to have any influence and interference on "thought" and "wise", but when "thought" and "wise" contact and recognize them, it Inevitably, it exerted influence and interference on "thought" and "wise."

Since. "Thought" and "wise" exist for the purpose of expanding the "known". Then, "things outside the mind" become relative to this meaning, and continue to penetrate into the "unknown" existence. In consciousness, the unknown is infinite, and the known finite can be infinitely expanded. It is an ever-expanding circle that continuously extends to endless darkness. Then, the "thing outside the mind" is such a situation: it will always jump into the unknown darkness, and as the known circle expands, the distance between it and the known circle not only does not shrink, but expands instead. Precisely because the unknown is infinite, its movement towards the dark depths will not touch any boundary, and the known circle will never be able to pull into its distance.

Thus, things other than thoughts become existences that cannot be fully understood or truly understood relative to "thoughts" and "wise."

Thinking like this is the only thing that can be pieced together in my mind that is madly stirred. It seems that my thinking is so disturbed that it drives me completely crazy, just to make such a thought take shape, so that I have a more concrete and visualized cognition of such a "thing outside the mind".

I stopped and couldn't help falling to my knees with a splitting headache. I felt that my thoughts were """, and they were forcibly stuffed into something that was originally meaningless. And my confirmation is making it meaningful.

No, it's not right!

I shook my head vigorously.

I began to realize what this is. If I link everything I have known in the past to the changes that are taking place now, there is of course only one culprit: "Book" and "Jiang".

Neither "Book" nor "Jiang" has become meaningful. In other words, the "book" should have been a meaningless thing.

In the actual data of the port, "Book" has not been observed, but in countless Changzhong, similar phenomena have been found, and it is attributed to the concept of such a "Book". Think about it the other way around. Isn't this extremely unscientific, forcing to recognize that there is such a thing, is the root cause of those greedy?

The experiment done in reality, and the reason for the beginning of the experiment, was not unscientific and crazy from the beginning, just like people have created a **** in charge of all things in their imagination, and then tried to touch the god. Analyze the gods.

The "book" probably didn't exist from the beginning!

However, such a group of people forcefully assumed its existence and conducted experiments. After that, what went wrong to make the "Book" really be reflected in the cognition of such a group of people in the form of "existence" .

In my head with a splitting headache, in the tearing of the crazy thinking, in the nerves that are like fire, suddenly there is such a sentence: before I recognize it, it is meaningless, once it is confirm. It is still meaningless, but it affects the knower.

I fell to the ground, the pain getting worse. There was a voice speaking to me in the dark, and I couldn't hear it anymore. I was dizzy, and when I opened my eyes, I was already out of my nightmare. Return to his room of Yu Bo. Some existence that tears my mind apart, "　" my thoughts, distorts my cognition, is gestating in my consciousness.

It is like a fetus that produces fetal movement and is about to hatch.

Suddenly, I understood that if it is not "Jiang", it is "Book".

"How could this happen?" I don't understand what I'm talking about, I feel like I'm going crazy. However, the concept of madness has also begun to split and become independent, and my heart is still calm, as if I am looking forward to its incubation.

I'm still thinking, but thinking itself is no longer voluntary. And full of a sense of coercion. Confused thinking and splitting headaches” There was always inexplicable information coming out, tangled together, forming a mass of unrecognizable messy codes and mosaic-like redundancy. After a while, this situation gradually eased.

I seem to understand a lot, but there are more puzzles, and I know at the same time. This incomprehension can never be solved, because it is not fixed in an unknown position, waiting for the known circle to enclose it, but it seems to be constantly moving in the opposite direction of the known circle. Its location. The relative distance to the known circle is an absolute gap that cannot be shortened conceptually. This absolute gap has nothing to do with any thought or theory produced by wisdom.

Even if I don't know anything, I can't think about anything, but I feel that I seem to have touched some truth.

I rolled around and climbed the table to get up, but I fell to the ground with the table. The pen and paper on the table rolled in front of me, and I felt I had a glimmer of hope.

I suddenly stretched out my hand, grabbed the pen, and with a trembling pen, I wrote words that seemed to come from instinct and not controlled by thought. My eyelids are heavy and I am about to fall into a coma in pain. I am not even sure if I can read these words when I wake up again, and if I can remember what I wrote down. But at this moment, I decided to follow this instinct and record these things that might be the "truth".

At the last moment when I was about to lose consciousness, I suddenly thought of a question: Is there any positive or negative meaning to these things that I have recorded?

Then, a voice gave the answer: it doesn't make any sense.

I fell into the deep darkness.

I heard voices, people walking up and down in the distance, and the sound of footsteps made me feel irritable and harsh. So I opened my eyes.

The smell of disinfectant rushes straight to the tip of my nose. I feel like a big frustration. I don’t have a hard bone on top of my body, but I can immediately realize that this is not physical weakness, more It is mental weakness, inactive energy, or bone immortal, but just in the mind, without active thinking and the consciousness of wanting to move. I tried to raise my hand, and the consciousness itself seemed to be very resistant to this tiny movement.

There is a needle tube inserted in the arm, and the intravenous medicine bottle is hanging on the upper left, and you can see it by turning your head. Then, I heard the ticking of some testing equipment.

I tried to think, but a strong sense of tearing came immediately, followed by a lot of information that clearly existed, but could not be described in words, and was chaotic, suddenly rolled from my mind stand up. Feeling this information makes people even more disgusting.

I want to vomit, but there is nothing to vomit, and my stomach is empty.

I want to calm down, but once I try to think, the messy information in my thinking will continue to grow, blocking any logical channels.

I tried several times and finally gave up. However, when I am not thinking, I can hear the cry of the baby and the singing of the woman.

I think of "Jiang" and "Book", but only this name does not contain more meaning.

After a while, my slow and bloated consciousness realized that I was still alive and lying in the middle. Immediately afterwards, more orderly information, like spring water, flowed on the dry brainstem. I think of my name, Gao Chuan. Thinking of why I was in this place, I did not know how long ago, I encountered some terrible and crazy things, and even, I subconsciously resisted thinking about it, because that would completely collapse my weakened self at this time.

It was not because of despair that it collapsed, but it was forcibly torn apart by a terrible information on the level of thinking, consciousness, cognition, and personality.

And these extremely dangerous things, at this moment, are buried deep in my mind.

At the same time, I felt inexplicably like this: cognition is a terrible thing.

Just as I tried to think further down, another messy thought suddenly appeared, disrupting the thoughts that had just formed order.

I feel that there is something wrong with my spirit. This feeling is stronger and more real than every time in the past.

After a while, I heard footsteps outside the door. Now, these footsteps are not so annoying, but the new footsteps are obviously coming to me. Before I guess what the person outside the door looks like, I have "seen" her. It was not an observation with the naked eye, but more like a cognition that suddenly appeared in the mind.

It's Dr. Ruan Li.

When such an idea came into being, everything about Dr. Ruan Li also slowly came to life in his mind.

Doctor Ruan Li walked into the port with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, holding a file of files. She didn't seem to expect that I had already woke up, and when my eyes met, she was slightly taken aback, but her eyes quickly filled with joy and concern, and then she returned to her usual calm. She pulled the chair next to the bed and sat down, looked at me for a long time, and then said to me: "How do you feel? Achuan."

I grinned reluctantly and asked, "What's the matter with me?" In terms of feeling, I feel that I know what happened, but there is a power that prevents me from confirming what I think is the truth.

"Side effects of drugs." Dr. Ruan Li's tone was a bit blunt and full of dissatisfaction, but he didn't mean to vent it out. For a few of your patients, it’s almost 100%. Fortunately, your physique has a strong adaptability to this side effect. This is a blessing in misfortune, which makes people somewhat unexpected. Until you wake up, Among the seven patients, four have been confirmed dead and one is in a severe coma--" She said that, after a pause, she seemed to have made up her mind and said to me, "The comatose patient is Marceau."

I can't think, but there is another lucky feeling that fills my chest.

"It's just a coma, not a death." I said.

"Indeed, you are the only patient with side effects." Dr. Ruan Li nodded and said, "However, Marceau is not life-threatening, just can't wake up."

For this kind of situation, I feel that I have been prepared a long time ago, so I can accept it with such a calm mood.

"Isn't there another patient still alive?" I asked.

"That is the only example where side effects have not yet occurred." Dr. Ruan Li said, "But I think if you don’t take the medicine one step at IndoMTL.com~ the occurrence of side effects will be inevitable. Later side effects have different lengths of time, probably due to the different adaptability of personal physique. There is also a view that as long as side effects occur and survive, they will inevitably not have similar side effects again."

"It's like a cold, will it increase resistance when it gets better?" I asked.

Doctor Ruan Li just sneered, as if mocking something.

"Don't think so well, A Chuan. Those people are naive, don't study." Dr. Ruan Li said, "However, there is nothing to worry about. Next time, I will be solely responsible for your medication. I have already strived for it. To this permission."

"Is it because too many patients died in the routine examination?" I couldn't help laughing, "I have to make concessions at the seminar?"

"You don't need to think about these things. It's good to feed your meals with peace of mind."

So, she didn’t plan to continue the topic, took the file out of the archive, and said to me: "Before you fell into a coma, you recorded some interesting things. Do you remember?"

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