Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1298: Super Observation

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"Gao Chuan walked through the shadows. He kept accelerating, and the air was agitated, making a different sound. On the retina screen, the red arrow began to pause and turn, and it was obvious that the other party was aware of the abnormal fluctuations from the air. The next second, they It entered the scope of observation of linkage determination and presented it in Gao Chuan's mind in a more specific way."

When I stopped writing, I realized what I had written. The change in London and another change in Gaochuan were all on the paper. I clearly remember when I started to write a diary and what happened before, but the memory of the second half was a little vague. I seem to be in a half-dream and half-awake state, finishing the compilation of these stories. I know what the story is about. In my writing, it is like having a pair of omniscient eyes, watching the story from the perspective of a third person, God. Dr. Ruan Li believes that all of this is a sign of my mental illness—everything in the story is the result of artistic processing based on reality, a response to satisfying my own spiritual needs, and its realistic roots are undoubtedly , Is what is happening in this repeater world.

The world is being eroded by White Claudia, the footsteps of the end are approaching, and I am not the first mental patient to be affected by it, nor the last. Before being eroded by White Claudia, I already had serious mental illness, delusions and split personality, but they were two of the more conspicuous.

Although I cannot fully accept Dr. Ruan Li’s statement emotionally, I can also find out many weird reasons rationally to refute this statement. But there is no doubt that the evidence held by Dr. Ruan Li is far more true than those full of mysterious evidence.

I am chasing my dream. Chasing one's own salvation is undoubtedly the most impractical in the eyes of others.

Even so, Dr. Ruan Li never criticized me for these very knowledgeable performances.

She will look at the diary completed today with the same mood as before. I couldn't help but think so, and inserted the pen sleeve. suddenly. I don't feel like writing it down anymore. Yes, it is not a mood, but just a feeling. When this feeling occurs, it seems that when these stories were written in the past, it was completely guided by some other will.

Substitute yourself into the story, or even write it as the protagonist, from the perspective of story creation. It is not uncommon. However, in the eyes of others, I am the kind of person who really believes in my own fictional stories. I was speechless to refute them who only had one world in their eyes.

Although I work hard to think, make myself want to write these stories, and push myself, in a state of unconsciousness. Just to complete these stories, the kind of feeling that seems to be guided. what exactly is it. I have thought about "Jiang", but with Dr. Ruan Li, this is just an excuse for self-defense.

I can't prove to Dr. Ruan Li that they are in the story, and the mysterious and strange things. All really exist. And I, the "Gao Chuan" in the story, writes not about my own delusions, but about my own personal experiences.

The feeling that pushed me to write down the diary has ceased, although there is no evidence. But at this moment, I know clearly that if I write again, what I wrote will no longer be the "real situation", but it is really my delusion. Because what I wrote before is not what I encountered at all, but what I have experienced in the Gaochuan far away in London. This feeling is like inspiration, and this inspiration, I am more willing to believe, stems from the connection between the hearts of the same "Gaochuan".

"Jiang" watched all this with a detached will, and used my hand to record things that Gao Chuan didn't know about me. It is not only the viewer of this story, but also the writer of the summary of this story, and it is also the recorder of this story.

Isn’t there such a saying? When an author writes a story, there will often be a character he likes the most in the story, an image he is willing to substitute, and this character and image are often not the protagonist.

As the story is compiled, according to changes in mood and thoughts, the author himself will also show his own emotional tendencies, cognitive situation and even likes and dislikes in the plot, even just a whim of kindness and malice . In the first draft of such a story, it is full of all the things the author can think of, experience, and think about in the writing project, so that there will be many differences between this story and the one after it has been edited and finalized. Even the details, the content of the expression and the ending will be very different.

Actually, assuming that "Jiang" and "Virus" are two in one, then assume that they are just some editors who cannot be watched by human beings. When writing the destiny of mankind and the world, they are emotionally and rationally swayed. , The manifestations of kindness and malice, as well as the differences caused by preferences and cognition, can not also be explained?

This kind of existence cannot be observed or seen directly by human beings. It can only feel the existence through its own destiny, and the crazy destiny, the bloated and tangled context of events, and even every thought of human beings, whether it is The philosophical thinking of destiny and gods, the cognition of things, are all determined by such an existence.

So, if it is not a god, what is it?

Such an idea may be pessimistic, but at this time, it is unavoidable to make people think so.

I know that such thinking is meaningless to me. Even after I thought about it, I had to throw it in the trash can-I did this without hesitation and surprised myself.

I think that people living in this world have to try to believe in something. It's just that the object I believe in is "Jiang".

What it is is actually not important to me at all.

Those fantasies, even if they sound like that, are actually useless. Only make yourself hesitate. All distrust begins with hesitation.

It doesn’t matter what it is. The important thing is that I believe that when it is by my side, I can end all tragedies with a happy ending and save everything I want to save.

Every time. When my thinking began to diverge, surrounding the unknowability of "Jiang" and "virus", all kinds of speculations were generated. I will pull myself back with such determination.

I closed the notebook, and the thoughts in my heart seemed to close with the leather. It was erased.

Then I opened the notebook again and reviewed the contents of the past and present. I don't doubt the authenticity of the content described in the third-person perspective of God. Because this is my record of the "past", no, on "Gao Chuan", it should be said that it is a "weird adventure novel" written by "Gao Chuan" using his own experience. From my original intention to record. Dr. Ruan Li’s statement is not wrong. Although I try to preserve the authenticity of the record, the experience itself is already bizarre enough, but because it was written as a story, there was an idea for publication, so for the sake of storytelling And the possibility of adding some color. It should also exist, only when I am writing. In a state where inspiration erupts, like a dream, and it is difficult to separate it.

Even so, the original intention and tone of writing the story has been decided, even if there is a story-like modification. The context and results of its content must also be true.

Gao Chuan, who stayed in London, has grown into a big man who has attracted much attention and praise. He just doesn't know that his position and weight in the eyes of others is more central. It is also heavier.

Doroth and Xie Se carefully planned and arranged various traps.

Behind the cyberball, there are all kinds of mysteries that people can't solve.

Although it is a story, before the turning point, its clues are obscure. From time to time, there will be some situations that even readers will feel abrupt.

For example, what has become of the London repeater? The reappearance of Chang Huai'en, as well as the communication with Dorothy and the others, made people feel that there must be some shady behind him.

Chang Huai'en, a character who should have completely lost his existence and retired, why would he appear again? This kind of development is too leap, and people have to wonder if there are omissions in the past stories, or there are some deviations in the setting.

If there is really a **** like the author who is writing our story, then it must be wrong?

However, I don’t plan to think from this angle at all, because, for me, this is reality—no matter what the reason, but since Chang Huai’en appears again, it means that something must be the case. What I didn't know, and I didn't write it down in the story. But what's so strange about this? There are so many things I don’t know in this world.

Looking back at the diaries written in the past, there are also various plots, which seem to be contradictory but have occurred, and must be treated as "fait facts"?

Even if it feels inexplicable or too sudden, you must accept and bear the things that you can't anticipate beforehand. These situations make you feel absurd.

Human cognition is full of limitations compared to the vastness of the world. Even if there is a change that is difficult for oneself to understand, it is impossible that it will not happen just because you feel that it “should not happen”. It seems absurd to happen, but it must be rigorous and rigorous, it's just that I can't see such rigor and rigor.

Thinking about this, I just accepted the "fait accompli" stated in the content of the diary.

I re-read the past two volumes, recalling the first five volumes and the story between the scenes. A large part of the "Gaochuan" in it is describing my own experience, but when I see it now, there is always a kind of "Gaochuan" described as another Gaochuan, not my own feeling.

It's amazing.

At the beginning, did I really write these stories with myself as the protagonist? Is it because the "Jiang" is inside and the human figure is outside the influence, which makes me modify the characters in the story to a certain extent? For example, the "Gao Chuan" who was supposed to be actually recorded and referred to myself, became another person because of the use of some embellishments. The me in the story is just similar to the real me, not exactly the same?

Although I wrote the story myself, I am not entirely sure how much the difference between my writing and my true self is. And all the "Gaochuan" in the pen, and their counterparts, are there any differences between the "Gaochuan" that once existed and the "Gaochuan" that still exists today. At this time, the shocking events and "truths" that were shocking at the beginning are no longer so strong.

The story structure of the entire diary content is very bloated, after all, it is just a "manuscript written by hand when inspiration comes." Therefore, I don't pay attention to any refinement and skills at all. Moreover, it is also full of too many repetitive thinking, and it is not too smooth to read. I even think that if what is written here is my own story. Well, in fact, I had a lot of thoughts and behaviors at the beginning, and there were always hesitations and mistakes.

However, when you look at yourself now, don’t you also repeat the same thinking in terms of thinking? In the same situation, there is clearly a result, and the action has been completed. Afterwards, I felt that it might not be the case, and there might be more possibilities. There is no guarantee that the idea at the time was completely correct, but it could not be completely denied.

Ambiguous, swaying, inexplicable, has been bothering me. It makes me feel that this is my pathology.

Of course. The explanation given by Dr. Ruan Li has always been "Because I am a mental patient. That's why this is the case."

From the story, I feel more and more that I have little weight in the whole story. Although, to describe my experience in the first person of "I", it seems to be the protagonist. However, as the story gradually unfolds, this sense of protagonist is constantly weakening.

As I wrote in it. The one that spends the least amount of pen and ink is often the "Jiang" described from the side using the thinking of "Gaochuan". On the contrary, it gives people a strong sense of existence all the time, and it is the real protagonist-the "flying insect" that was chanted by the angel and swallowed everything at the end of the play.

Whenever I look at these people and stories, I will have some new cognitions about my past. But it is undeniable that sometimes I don't understand why the story develops like this, why I thought and acted like that at the time-to my current self, even if I don't understand it, it is already a "fait accompli."

I flipped through it, and I just wrote it today, about another Gaochuan story. The scene when he faced the Nazis was when I suddenly came out of the recorded state and fully awake. The plot is interrupted here, but there is no doubt that Gao Chuan will win.

When I saw his achievements, I was not surprised at all, nor did I think it was a threat.

Probably because he has never denied his relationship. I have always felt that my own recovery is actually the most unexpected situation for myself. What's more, at the last moment of reality in the hospital, I was already enlightened and entrusted everything I had failed to accomplish to Gao Chuan afterwards. Gaochuan, now in London, is one of this "after Gaochuan".

Now, seeing his choices and decisions in the form of a third party, I also think that it is definitely not wrong.

Being able to be needed, praised, and embraced by others, so that more people can survive, smiling with hope, even if it's not right, it's definitely not wrong.

Gao Chuan, it's really good to be that kind of person.

There is a faint joy in my heart. I am happy for him and also happy for myself. The only pity is, I don’t know, is the other Gao Chuan happy for my current decisions and choices, and what I have done? Or, with strong hostility? I am willing to believe that the other Gao Chuan, even if he opposes me, can understand me, and will not be upset and puzzled by all this. Even if you don't bless you, you will never curse. I have never doubted that although the methods are different, the mood to lead to a happy ending must be the same.

This is the most exciting content today.

With this thought, I turned off the lamp. The night is very deep, but I can vaguely see my silhouette on the windowpane. There was a darkness spreading behind me, except for myself, as if everything was swallowed by darkness.

I remember very clearly. Not long ago, I and other experts who participated in the seminar were imprisoned in the temporary data hedge space by the monsters in the 51st district. It did not know the existence of "Jiang", but was prophesied. It was lying in ambush here, trying to obtain the information of "Jiang", but it was swallowed by "Jiang". I am quite sure that it did not understand until the end. What happened to myself.

However, this encounter will make the 51st District more vigilant. When it reappears in front of me, it will definitely be more fully prepared.

Before I felt that "it" appeared with a taste of "color". Combining with the content of the diary I just read, it's probably really a little tricky.

The repeater of the network ball, and the "super system" related to the color is part of its basic structure. And in the infrastructure of the 51-zone repeater, does the color also play a similar role? Shouldn’t it be assumed that there is a part of color information in the basic component of “it”, the “shady master”, and this information greatly affects its actions?

In this way, instead, it can simply regard its attack as another probing of "Jiang" and me. As for other meanings, such as the idea of ​​the 51st district, etc., they can all be regarded as ramifications.

I opened the door to the room, and the corridor and house number appeared in front of me, telling me that what I had just walked out was actually the conference room where the seminar was held for thesis evaluation, not a certain guest room. I looked back and confirmed this.

I remembered that at the last moment when I was fighting against it, I kept falling in consciousness.

Earlier, others had already been rescued.

So, what is your current situation? Is it reality or a dream? Or is it still not out of that temporary data hedging space?

There are no experts left on the fourth floor. I looked back into the conference room and walked along the corridor again, unable to find any evidence that they had stayed here. But the place where shadow tumors had originally appeared, there was nothing, as if the interior of today's building was just ordinary quiet at night.

I can't smell any unusual smells.

How did the others leave? What happened during the period when I got the information of "it" and lost consciousness until I realized that I was writing a diary?

I can hear my footsteps, and when I try to open the window, there is no difficulty. The outside scenery is completely normal, so I can be sure that this is the building where the conference is held. It is no accident that I will return to normal. But why stay here overnight alone? It is a puzzling situation. I don't think other people will just leave me just like that.

I walked down to the third floor. The originally infinitely stretched space has returned to normal, and there is no trace of the battle at all.

It seems that the previous anomaly caused by the monsters in the 51st district was nothing more than my own fantasy.

However, it is not incomprehensible to say that everything is restored to the original state after the temporary data is used to hedge the space.

I have a sense of anxiety that I am not sure about.

However, the pounding heartbeat is like "Jiang" comforting himself.

After a while, I saw a light sweeping outside the window, and it seemed that someone was walking this way. I stood in front of the window, staring at each other, it was a group of people, and they were shocked when they saw me. When I stepped away from the window, the noise below became louder. But in the end they decided to come in. In this situation, I don't think they will be enemies.

Probably the one sent over to find me.

I thought calmly ~IndoMTL.com~ Although the current situation is a bit subtle, it is not an unprecedented experience.

Everything is telling me that the scene in front of me is normal, and the only doubt is "why only oneself is left in the building".

Soon, the footsteps of the group came from below. They seemed to be nervous, the beam of the flashlight was turned on to its brightest, and several swaying on the stairs and walls together, moving very slowly. I think they treat me as a monster in ghost stories. Such a move also made them less likely to be the security guards in this area.

Perhaps a spontaneous search and rescue team? Or is it that some visitors from the island come to try their guts?

In any case, they don't have the slightest taste of "mystery".

There is no "mystery", no "abnormal". For me, this is the best place to rest after experiencing all sorts of weird scenes and getting too much information involving mystery.

"Who? Who is there?" A voice came from under the stairs. (To be continued...)

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