Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1285: Shadow tumor

The time is not right.

It's not just me, many people are aware of this. We check the phone, and the time on it is indeed as the host said, two hours have passed, but in terms of personal sense of time, But only half an hour. Fitness coaches and others are also up and down this time. The difference between half an hour and two hours is too big. In normal times, even if the illusion of time being too fast due to focusing on certain things, it is definitely not as strong as it is now. Because, the reasons leading to the gap in this period of time are easily reminiscent of the previous hypnotic behavior. Compared to Mitsui Tsukao, those of us who obviously felt that we were not affected were of course even more surprised when we realized the time difference.

If this is not the host’s words, it means that the "brain and hardware pioneer" of the seminar is more effective than expected. Moreover, the subtle influence produced cannot be easily eliminated.

The host ignored the whispers of everyone in the audience. In terms of hosting ability, he is the worst host I have ever seen, but he never seems to have thought about how to do a good job of hosting. His voice and movements are very flat and casual, and he has not yet made public anger. Even so, under the constraints of various factors, the participants can only bite the bullet and continue to participate.

"...Now, Mr. G is invited to come to the stage. His thesis is..." The host reported his name, but the atmosphere that should have been enthusiastic, but under the previous series of strange blows, the wind, ± ⊥t, became quite silent and depressed. The old gentleman on the stage also touched his sweat, his expression tense, as if he was angry and nervous, it was more like holding a certain emotion and was forced to take the stage.

He said twice. But it's all out of tune. He re-adjusted the microphone and fiddled with the information on the podium. After about three seconds, he uttered the first word. The subsequent words were also spit out one by one. It was as dry as if he hadn't spoken for many years. It didn't start to get better until four or five sentences. . I watched his eyes carefully. He was found to roll his eyes from time to time, squinting at the host standing at the corner of the stage. Although the host held his arms, although there was no expression on his face, it made people feel that this lack of expression was a sign of "impatient".

"It looks very sad." The fortuneteller whispered to us, because the atmosphere on the scene was too depressing, so a slightly louder voice would become very conspicuous.

"In fact, there is no need for such a person to host the seminar, nor at this point in time. Talk about these sensitive things, right?" She paused, and then said, "If it's really such a powerful thing, don't deliberately Remind us, wouldn’t it be better to just use it in private?"

"I still think this scene is a psychological test." The fitness coach said: "The host can't produce evidence at all. Should we believe what he says? Mr. Mitsui. The same is true for you, cheer yourself up. Right."

"I have worked very hard. However, that person's background, attitude and way of speaking..." Mitsui Tsukao said with a shameful expression, "It will always make people think about bad things. I hope too. All this is just the use of psychological techniques, the actual situation is not so serious, but. Hope belongs to hope. Subconsciously, I always tend to believe this bad situation."

"It's the so-called, good spirit, bad spirit, right?" The fortuneteller smiled suddenly and said, "You really should learn from Gao Chuan. Use more positive thinking to face uncertain situations. "

Her words made Mitsui Tsukao's eyes fall on me, and I naturally looked at him, and he turned his head back suddenly as if he had been stabbed by a needle. I don't quite understand why he is so sneaky.

The report of the people on the stage basically does not exceed ten minutes. In fact, I think they planned to explain it longer and clearer, but when something unexpected happened, everyone was very worried, so they didn’t want to explain themselves. The research made this report feel a bit anticlimactic. Speaking of it, it can still be attributed to the fact that the host directly threw such a "big bomb" in the opening speech.

The subsequent meeting process was lacklustre and there were no expected highlights. The whole meeting room was filled with the idea of ​​"end it quickly". It should be a happy, rewarding report meeting, just as boring as lying in a coffin. To be honest, in the research of the participants, there is no shortage of novel topics, which can be more or less interesting when placed in normal times, but they are all overshadowed by the pioneers of brain and hardware. And this host's practice of attacking the participants is like getting off the horse, making everyone very unhappy.

After that, the report meeting ended plainly. Everyone was like a corpse being put down from the cross, and it softened all at once. Some people pulled their neckties, some took out their handkerchiefs to wipe sweat, and some stood up to unclog their muscles and bones. During this period, the symposium sent back the papers that were not selected, and the people who were returned showed complicated expressions, as if they were a little unwilling, but they were relieved.

"I, my paper was accepted." Mitsui Tsukao said a little nervously.

"Ours is the same," said the fortuneteller.

"Mr. Mitsui, what is the content of your paper?" the fitness coach asked.

"As mentioned earlier, regarding the tampering, repair and cleaning of information in the brain." Mitsui Tsukao finished speaking, and quickly added: "Of course, the key points are not written, but some theories and prospects are written. That's it. It is completely impossible to build a machine based on this paper."

"Can you guarantee that no one in the seminar will correct your paper?" The tone of the fitness instructor is not very friendly, because Mitsuizukao's research is too close to the route of the brain hardware pioneer in the seminar. I guess she thinks that, in any case, we cannot ignore the help that Mitsui Tsukao's paper may bring to the pioneers of brain hardware. It is true that the seminar can produce real objects, which is enough to prove that the theory is basically mature, but if they can do everything themselves, they will not fool themselves into this place.

However, just because I didn't prepare in advance, it's useless to say anything now. Instead of complaining about Mitsui Tsukao, it is better to study the information he still retains in order to evaluate the current situation.

The people in the conference room left their seats one by one. When they left, not many people were in the mood to laugh. I saw someone deliberately circling around the room, as if trying to confirm something, such as finding the "review" in the host population. However, for the whole floor, there were no other people besides us guests.

"The bald man is not here either." What the fitness coach said is naturally the person in charge of our industry, who came from a seminar. Middle-aged baldness, who is also somewhat prestigious in psychology. At first, she said to use honorific words like "Mr.", but now she directly speaks vulgar words like "bald". She can imagine the psychological change of this person.

While we were talking, some people were already going downstairs. Some people took the stairs, and some people went to the elevator. But soon, the people who took the elevator turned back. Say to everyone: "The elevator seems to be broken, no matter how you press it, you can't open the door."

Everyone looked at each other. At this moment, the light tube at the top of the corridor seemed to have something wrong. It made a clear sizzling electric noise, and then began to flicker, and the shadows around people seemed to become clear and deep all of a sudden. If we talk about the previous shadow, it's just a faint layer. If you don’t pay attention, you won’t realize it is gray, then. The shadow now is like heavy ink painted on white paper.

Many people have doubts on their faces and expect others to give explanations such as "aging of lamps", but they do not speak at all. There is a tense atmosphere spreading among the people, as if they are gradually realizing that this situation is not normal. If it is a normal person. It is definitely not considered weird just because the lights are flickering, at most it is just that the lighting equipment is in poor contact. However, as far as I am concerned, of course it tends to be more. Something weird has already begun.

Even in the age of atheism, few people are truly immune to environmental infections. It's like walking in a dark and deserted alley, which is easy to make people think and feel uneasy. The flashing lights at this moment create such an atmosphere.

"Here again." Mitsui Tsukao seemed to have thought of something, and said, "It may be the murderer."

I know that Dr. Ruan Li’s suggestion made him feel that there has always been such a clear murderer in the disaster of the rest point. Behavior, moreover, is a psychopath, a medical expert. He knows how to make psychedelic drugs to make people fall into deep fears and then kill each other.

The current situation, no doubt, reminds him of the last time he was at the resting point.

"It's just that the equipment is aging." At this moment, someone finally said this. Most people agreed, but a few people left. Some people shouted that this was a conspiracy, but there were also people like Mitsui Tsukao who did not say anything even though they disagreed with the other party.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and it was a little hesitant. The people who came up one after another were all the ones who went down the stairs first. They all have strange expressions on their faces, which makes people wonder what is going on underneath.

"Why come up again? The elevator here is broken." Someone clamored.

"There is no way to go below." As expected, someone kindly replied: "It's strange, the stairs can't be found."

"Can't find the stairs?" Although the words are very clear, some people still can't turn it into a direct impression, "What are you talking about? Why can't I find it?"

"I just can't find it." The man said, "The stairs we came up were all gone and turned into walls or rooms. However, we also tried to knock on the walls and open the rooms, but none of them had stairs. Shadow."

His description was too incredible, so most people who listened showed hesitation.

"Assuming we can really leave, do you think we people will come back?" The man persuaded again.

After these people came up, the number of people in the corridor changed and it began to become a bit crowded. I, the fitness instructor, the fortune-teller, and Mitsui Tsukao were far away from the stairs and the crowd. They stayed six or seven meters away by themselves, observing the attitudes of the crowd.

"Is it really an illusion?" Mitsuizukao said.

But I’m even more convinced that someone blocked this place with "mystery".

The question is, what exactly do these trappers come from? Moreover, although no one can be found for the seminar, since this place is still the site of the seminar, it will definitely be monitored to a considerable extent. Now that the third and fourth floors are isolated from normal spaces, such a large-scale change should be impossible to hide from the seminar.

"Just wait, there will be rescue." I comforted others.

During this period, some non-believers ran down the stairs, and many people expected them to bring good news. Only the people who went down first remained unmoved. Sure enough, when these people came up, they looked incredible.

"It's really gone. Also, you should find a window and see what's outside." One of them adjusted his expression, but said something hard to believe: "We don't seem to be on earth anymore."

The dubious man pushed aside the room beside him. After a while, I walked out with a trance expression on his face: "Where are we?"

When the fitness trainer saw this, she pushed the door behind her a few times, but the door moved. After that, she kicked a corner and immediately sounded a sirens inside. There has been heated discussion around U'an, but the sudden alarm can still clearly echo in the corridor. And this voice. It's like turning on a switch, and the dark shadow becomes a tangible substance under the light. People lift their feet and see the sole of the shoe as if it is stuck with asphalt.

"Shit! What the **** is this!" People kept cursing, but the more sensitive people felt a greater crisis. Constantly turning around, or leaning against the side wall. Slowly move to a place with few people, where there is no shadow.

There are fewer than ten such people besides us, and only three of the authors who were previously selected as excellent papers are one of them.

"Shadow..." Mitsui Tsukao's face was a little ugly. "Sure enough, are we psychedelic again?"

At this time, the fitness trainer is trying to open the window in the room. However, these windows are as if they are firmly glued to the space and cannot be opened at all. Looking out through the window, everything outside is slimy, only black and white, but the outline of the landscape still has some impression of the past, but it can't bring personal pleasure anyway.

"Gao Chuan. Didn't Ms. Ruan explain anything to you? For example, encountered this seemingly hallucinating situation." the fortuneteller asked.

"She believes that the seminar can handle these issues." I can only say this: "Although the current situation is weird, there is no danger yet, has it?"

To be honest, for a moment, I remembered Marceau who had a glimpse here not long ago. She is an electronic demon messenger, and the current situation is indeed very similar to the locked temporary data hedge space of an inherent enchantment. However, the watch shop in Nightmare Las Vegas gave me too deep a first impression that I quickly rejected this speculation. Today's weird phenomenon is completely different from the manifestation in watch shops.

I checked the tools in my hand. The only weapon was a foldable electrician's knife. The cigarette and lighter were intact, and the chain determination and quick sweep could also be used. Suddenly, there was a pain on the inside of my right wrist, as if it had been burnt.

Mageweave reaction? I suddenly woke up, this reaction really didn't appear for too long. However, in the past doomsday illusion, it was quite frequent, and only appeared when two magicweave envoys appeared at the same time. Therefore, some people will use this method to confirm whether there is an ambush in the surrounding environment. It doesn’t always work, but when it works, it’s always correct.

It doesn’t mean that there should be no Mageweave Envoys other than me in this world. I just can’t figure out why there should be Mageweave Envoys at this time? Now, at this time, place, and person, is there anything that can only be obtained by attacking? Or, is there any goal that must be achieved in this way?

The shadow on the ground turned into asphalt and pus, and then swelled up again. Each bubble swelled to a meter in diameter. It was as rough as a tumor, which made people annoying at first glance. Everyone avoided it. The feet of several people were directly swallowed into the goal. Then these people screamed. When they were dragged away by the person next to them, the legs and feet trapped in the bubble were gone. The cross section of the wound. The blood was dripping and it was terrifying. The wounded were so painful that their bodies twitched. Although there is no shortage of people who know how to bandage them urgently, they can barely stop the bleeding because they don't have the right tools.

"What's going on? Who can tell me? What the **** happened? What the **** is this?" Someone yelled in terror, but was soon scolded "Shut up", and he wanted to make a noise What, I was forced to cover my mouth.

"Where are the people at the seminar? We need to explain!" someone said.

"I think what we need is not an explanation, but salvation." The other person's voice was a little sneer.

Someone kicked the room open, fetched debris such as brooms and trash cans from it, and slammed them **** the shadow tumors, only to get in or out. And the person who got in with the broom was a stagger, and almost fell into it. He yelled in horror: "Something inside is dragging me!"

Although I also want to help, the attacks that can be used are similar to them. I think the effectiveness is not necessarily more obvious than them. There is no doubt that this kind of thing is absolutely abnormal, and the longer it exists, the worse the situation will be.

"Gao Chuan, I remember you still have a few bottles of antidote? The ones that Ms. Ruan had prepared... Although it is a bit dangerous, I think it might be necessary." The fortuneteller said. What she mentioned was the paradise sample, but when Ms. Ruan accidentally prepared it, it was a drug that existed as a "drug test", and its medicinal properties were strong and not suitable for others. These drugs are reconstituted with the special medicines I usually take. Ordinary people will inevitably leave sequelae when they use them. The more casually they use, the consequences will of course be worse.

However, the current situation made everyone a little heavy, and they felt that it might be necessary to take it.

"Yes, I will use it at my discretion." I hesitated, and finally did not hide the fact that "Paradise" was placed on my body, "However, it can only be used by me."

"Well, that's your medicine." The fitness instructor replied happily. Mitsui Tsukao licked his lips, but didn't say anything against it.

In the front, a group of people, with indignation and fear, tried various methods to destroy these shadow tumors, but they were completely useless. Then again, these shadow tumors have a sense of deja vu in shape. I seem to have seen something similar recently, somewhere. Is it a nightmare in Las Vegas? Smoky face? No, I suddenly remembered it, and when I remembered it, I felt why I didn’t even think of these shadow tumors in the first time. These shadow tumors are just like the ones I found when I first discovered the nightmare in Las Vegas. Holding something. After that, I cleaned up a lot of that thing, but still didn't figure out what it was. When more and more electronic demon messengers are stationed in Nightmare Las Vegas, their number has been significantly reduced. I have guessed that it may be related to the "ghost" of the electronic demon messenger, or it may be related to the "smoky face" of the 51st district. If it is related to the 51st district, then it may be the doomsday truth sect. Hands and feet made in the middle. But no matter which guess ~IndoMTL.com~, there is no actual evidence.

I’m not sure, whether the shadow tumor I see now has anything to do with Nightmare Las Vegas, but even if it does, it’s not surprising. However, in response, luck is still very much tested. Moreover, according to the reaction of the magic pattern, there is a magic pattern messenger hidden in this place, and this person is also likely to be the manipulator behind the scenes. I'm not sure, whether this Mageweave messenger also noticed my existence, and whether he knew anything about me. It stands to reason that this person is very likely to be an invader of the doomsday illusion, but it cannot be considered that this repeater world cannot evolve a magic pattern envoy by itself.

"So, what should I do now?" The fortune-teller asked in an extremely calm voice after all the previous attempts had failed.

"It's impossible to escape. Right now, there seems to be only two floors in the activity space." The fitness instructor said: "If you confront, you won't be able to form effective damage. You can't understand what it is. Even if it’s an illusion, I don’t want to personally experience that guy’s fate.” Following her gaze, we saw the person who had broken his feet before, still groaning, and blood was constantly leaking from the bandaged wound. If you don't send for treatment soon, you will probably lose too much blood and die. (To be continued...)

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