Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1323: Key

If we use the theory of temporary data hedging to look at this kind of weird phenomenon, then it can be understood that the temporary data hedging space is radiating its own anomalous information every moment, and it generates data hedging with the world constant. This kind of hedging is Ongoing, as long as the temporary data hedging space always exists, these fragile hedging phenomena will always be maintained. The stability of the temporary data hedging space itself is difficult to be used by the four-level magic pattern, but the hedging generated by the radiation information should be able to be used. I think so. I carefully appreciate the abnormality in the silence, and use the chain judgment and my own intuitive perception to concretize the temporary data hedging space without a specific image in my mind.

That is something that is difficult to describe in objective language. If there are multiple four-level Mageweave messengers who sense the same temporary data hedging space, the images outlined in their minds will be completely different. To me, that is a kind of rhythm, a kind of fluctuation, a string that is continuously decomposed and continuously formed. The string and the string meet at a certain point, and the pulsation of the intersection continues to spread along the string itself and enters another point of intersection. This in turn causes other strings that meet here to produce very different pulsations from before.

The number of times the string is born and changed is indistinguishable every millisecond, maybe ten million times, maybe more. All I can feel is their movement itself. Even just feeling it makes me feel hot, as if my brain is about to explode. I am very familiar with this kind of pain. When the observation of movement in the linkage judgment exceeds the limit of its own load, it will produce similar side effects. Perhaps the existing form of the temporary data hedging space that I can feel today is closely related to the observational form of linkage determination.

I know very well that my current sense of the temporary data hedging space cannot describe its true form, but only a very small aspect. Just as in science, after people discovered the four basic forces. After discovering other forces, including the four fundamental forces, I realized that the world described by the four fundamental forces is just one aspect of the complete world.

Mageweave messenger has been promoted to the fourth level of Mageweave. It's as if a scientist has acquired a more advanced instrument, but. Even if it is something more advanced than in the past, the gap still cannot be counted for the things to be observed.

Even so, it is possible to observe it without using temporary data to hedge the space itself through normal contact channels, and to use unstable data to hedge, of course, it is better than not being able to do these things.

The fourth-level magic-weave messenger is also naturally more mysterious than the third-level magic-weave messenger.

I think. Although it is not possible to directly operate the relatively more stable temporary data hedging space, using relatively unstable temporary data to hedge the data hedging of spatial radiation information should be able to make a key.

A key to open this temporary data hedge space.

Under normal circumstances, the premise of contacting the data hedging space is that the data hedging space is embodied in a way that can be observed and accessible, and the normal way to enter this space is to follow the way of entry inherent in the birth of this space. However, the key I want to make is to ignore this normal way. It's like opening a door on an invisible wall. This door may not originally exist, but. When the key is inserted, it will be forcibly formed.

Such a key involves temporary data hedging the existence information of the space itself, and the data hedging caused by its radiation information should contain this part of the information.

I want to use the phenomenon of data hedging to create a key to the temporary data hedging space. However, I personally do not understand the specific operation, let alone understand the work distance and process. Even so. Just like when I used the magic line super power, there is no need to pay too much attention to the principle, essence, and activation process of this super power. It is normal to be ignorant of this, and it is a manifestation of the original intent of "mystery" itself. .

As long as the consciousness turns. Activate the magic pattern, the super power will work, and the result will be achieved. It is the same way to make keys.

The convenience of mystery relative to science is here. When achieving the same effect and phenomenon, science always goes to the bottom and feels that the foundation has laid everything, and mystery has never been said to be "foundation". Mysterious Power is inexplicable. It may not be in accordance with scientific principles, but it does exist. Even if it is considered by science that science has not developed to the point of deciphering the mystery, it is impossible to infer when the mystery can be truly deciphered.

Mystery is an absolute concept. Its foundation comes from the "infinite unknown" and is placed in the infinite unknown relative to the scientifically known. It is dynamic. As far as the known diffusion of science is, the distance from the unknown corresponds to how deep it goes. In this absolute concept, "science can never touch the mystery" becomes the theorem, and this theorem does not have objective physicality, but is more inclined to metaphysical philosophy.

Therefore, the mystery was always at the end of science at that time, and philosophical speculation, religious beliefs, and even all spiritual cognitions met, so that people could not explore the mystery theoretically, but at the same time created "mystery" This vocabulary.

Even if there is no "virus", no "Jiang", and all the incredible experiences in the past, I think that while psychology is very interesting, I must also be fascinated by occultism. No, if you are a teenager, you will definitely be fascinated by all kinds of "unbelievable, subverting scientific reality" and fantasizing about it giving yourself a unique meaning and journey. Then, become a hero.

I’ve been convinced a long time ago that although I hate the despair behind the mystery that has been stripped away, I can’t deny that at some point, I do feel that I am in this mysterious and desperate In the story, although there are too many mysteries that obscure the truth, and make people think that the spirit is exhausted, the brain is dry, and it is impossible to find the most true and unique answer, but the whole process is still stimulating, at some point , Is also interesting and exciting.

If there is no person who must be saved, the world that must be saved, and the dream of becoming a hero, oneself may indulge in this until drowning. But, on the other hand, if there is no one who must be saved. The world must be saved, and there is no dream of becoming a hero, then. What is the need to become a mystery expert. Instead of living an ordinary life as an ordinary person?

If I regard my experience as a story, then there is no person to be saved, no world to be saved, no dream of becoming a hero, no awareness of facing suffering, but just an ordinary high school student . Living an ordinary life, such a story must be plain, everyone is experiencing it, and no one wants to read it.

The stories that people look forward to, the adventures that everyone look forward to, and the protagonist that everyone looks forward to lies in places that they can’t reach. It is precisely because the story tells what I don't have, what I can't do, so it makes people feel enviable at the same time. In fantasy, I want to replace and surpass. Because everyone knows. How cold is a world without mystery, objective and reality.

So, when I look at myself as a "protagonist of a story", I feel that although my life is full of misfortune, despair and horror that others cannot understand, and unbearable spiritual oppression . But it is still wonderful.

Yes, Gao Chuan's life. Whether it is "realistic" or not, it is wonderful.

There is no doubt about this.

So. As wonderful as I am, I can definitely do things that are difficult for others to do. I said this to myself, drew a long knife, followed my instinct, and stabbed somewhere in the air ahead. I don't need how to make the key to the temporary data hedge space, but this key has already begun to take shape.

It's just air in midair, generating airflow around the blade. These air currents expanded into a terrible hurricane in just three seconds, and the corpses that blew around rolled over, and the utensils rattled and fell from time to time. I was under the pressure of the wind, and felt that if I hadn't held the long knife tightly, even myself would have been blown away. The long knife seemed to be fixed in mid-air by a force, but instead became a support for me to stand firm.

The swift air current distorted everything in front of me, and it filled my vision like a surging tide. Apart from these visually distorted winds, I can no longer see anything else.

The next moment, the twist of the wind reached its maximum, as if it was twisted into a whirlpool, centered on the blade—this whirlpool was full of instant sense of sight. I remembered that in the past apocalyptic fantasy. In the middle, the portal to a different space, isn't it just like this? Similarly, the portals used by the wizards of Doomsday Shinrikyo also have a high degree of similarity.

I can finally pull out the long knife. I'm not sure. It should be this time to pull out the long knife. However, my instinct tells me that it is just that.

After pulling out the long knife, I walked into this huge vortex. Suddenly, I felt that I was also stretched by the force of the vortex, stirring, but unexpectedly there was no pain.

When the vision becomes normal again, the surroundings are still the first-floor lobby of this building. However, the corpses on the ground have disappeared, and with it, there are explosions that sounded from time to time in other floors and rooms. Crashing, shouting, laughter, crying, and all kinds of inaudible sounds, but felt great malicious sounds. Some people are fighting here, and there are only a few people left. It is clearer and larger than before, and it can be clearly felt that the malice that has enveloped the entire building makes people feel a little short of breath and want to nauseate.

Originally, it was obviously inorganic cement walls and floor tiles, all giving people a living feeling, like they are made of countless tiny things that are creeping together, although they have a shape, texture and texture similar to cement and ceramic tiles. , But it can be understood that it is not an inorganic dead thing. Stepping on it, although there is the same feedback texture, but on the psychological level, it still feels disgusting.

Not only the inorganic matter is squirming, but the shadow seems to have gained life. I looked outside the door, and the stormy scene did not disappear. However, after trying to push the door, I realized that it was impossible to get out. Probably not only the door, but all the windows are also fixed to the space, so they should be tightly closed and motionless. This is a formed temporary data hedge space, with the original internal structure as the main body, but it is a relatively independent and different space.

This temporary data hedges the battle in this space very fiercely, but it seems to have passed*, and the side who is fighting, just from the movement it creates, deliberately judges that its stamina is insufficient. The shadow drips like ink, I guess what it will become, a monster? However, before it turned into a more concrete image, I had already launched a quick raid and sprinted towards the fiercest part of the battle.

Across the floors and rooms, the strong impact makes the human body fly in mid-air like a broken puppet. What you see in the invisible high-speed passage is such a scene. There are three people, two adult men and one adult woman. But only an adult female and an adult male are still saved, and the remaining one has been divided into two in mid-air. This person was slightly behind the first two people, so the big face made of gray fog opened his mouth and bit two sections of the corpse. It was this thing that tore this person in half.

This brutal scene is still going on slowly.

The face made of gray fog can also find a similar situation in memory-the face of black smoke.

Is it an accident caused by District 51? No, it is also possible that, as John Bull said, it was someone who used the accident to hunt the team.

I jumped up, drew out the long knife, and easily smashed the monster with only the body of the gray mist in half, but since it appears in this form, it basically means that this slash is for it. it is invalid. The corpse bitten off by the monster is exactly one of the five people I need to assist in the information sent by John Bull~IndoMTL.com~, together with the female corpse that appeared in the relatively normal building hall before A woman and Marceau.

The face of the monster that was cut open by the long sword gradually showed a furious look, but before its expression was fully formed, I had grabbed the surviving men and women, and pulled them to the sky.

There are many dark things like shadows in the place I passed by, and these things are being born in the shadows like water droplets. I just wiped out all the monsters on my path, and violently smashed a blood path to the rooftop.

Of course, there are also many shadowy monsters on the roof, and there are more gray mists, shaped like tornadoes, whizzing from downstairs during the observation of the chain determination. It only took the moment of other people's feelings to kill all the shadow monsters, and then release the quick plunder, and I was planning to talk to the two rescued. I saw them staring at the sky with dull faces.

I couldn't help but look up.

It was a huge girl's face, occupying the entire sky, overlooking us standing on the top of the building. It made me feel like I was shrunk and closed in a model room the size of a matchbox.

That is, Marceau. (To be continued)