Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1375: My Paradise
The "paradise" that Dr. Ruan Li finally took out was purple-red, just like the "paradise" I saw in the past apocalyptic illusions.
The purple-red liquid flashes a cruel and cold light from time to time in the sloshing.
Although similar in appearance, in terms of functionality and side effects, what is the difference from what I have seen in the past? Or, is it not the seminar that created the kind of "paradise" that I am familiar with, but Dr. Ruan Li himself? However, even so, I have no reason to refuse. No matter what kind of "paradise" this is, it is a medicine specially made by Dr. Ruan Li specially for me. What is contained in it is her greatest effort and expectation so far.
I choose to embrace this warm heart.
"This is... Paradise!" Under Dr. Ruan Li's gaze, I unplugged the plug and drank the liquid inside.
The cold liquid slipped down the throat.
"How do you feel..." When Dr. Ruan Li's voice came, the voice behind it seemed to have retreated far away.
At first, there was no special feeling, but when I realized it, everything in front of me was shaking, there was a double image, and there were even signs of melting. I stretched out my hand subconsciously, and Dr. Ruan Li's fuzzy face seemed to be made of wax, and it started to melt before I touched it.
A kind of burning heat that people can tolerate, like a sudden detonation of gas, swept every nerve. The cells of the body wailed at this moment, as if the whole body was about to be broken down into the smallest particles.
I can't feel my hands or feet, and then I can't feel my body. The voice I heard was as if stretched out, and became pale, hoarse, and heavy, but I still recognized it. That's the sound of the test tube falling to the ground, falling apart. The purple-red water droplets remaining in the test tube splashed with the lobes, as if the entire space became a canvas. And this little bit of purple-red is stained on it, which brings blemishes to the content of the painting.
For a while. My feelings were completely interrupted, and when I regained consciousness again, the violent reaction of my body was still not over. I feel that someone is pulling me. It should be Dr. Ruan Li, but her appearance at this time has been cast with an illusion, and she has become a terrifying monster with female sexual characteristics. But the wax figure of clothes and skin completely fused together.
It's still melting. The language it speaks is like a curse that it doesn't understand.
I did not reject this "monster" because of this illusion, because I knew in my heart that it was Dr. Ruan Li.
There is a problem with my body and a problem with my spirit. And this kind of problem is exactly the side effect of "paradise". The "Paradise" specially made by Dr. Ruan Li for me, even the body of the fourth-level magicweave envoy is not immune, and the side effects are more serious than any previous experience of taking "Paradise".
However, it is precisely because of past experience. So now can I maintain my final sobriety in this terrible illusion.
I panted, feeling that my lungs suddenly became powerful and huge. A short breath will open the chest. However, this is still part of the illusion. In the self-observation of linkage determination, my appearance did not change much. What really changed was the movement of various internal organs.
Everything I see sometimes plunges into darkness, sometimes flashes with light spots, and after about three to five seconds, there is an indescribable light sensation. Shrouded on one's own body.
I think something is falling from the sky.
Then there was the sound of flapping wings. The inhuman shadow glimpsed from the corner of his eyes, as if inadvertently. Something terrible dangled above his head. That kind of sudden, no warning sense of fear makes people realize that there are so many weird things hidden around oneself-they are lurking at the end of the field of vision, lurking in the dark corner, lurking inadvertently, And peering at himself in the lurking state.
"Demon..." That weird thing, like an illusion, will be called this subconsciously.
They seem to exist. In the past, many people who took "paradise" vowed to claim that they saw them, and the truth of this world is "hell."
Although for people who have not taken "Paradise", all this is an illusion. However, I have also thought about the "paradise" made of very special ingredients, methods and effects. How much is the difference between the "demon" that the user sees and the gray mist demon born as a result of some mysterious rituals? Is it just that the former is completely "illusion", while the latter can actually be touched? So, will the demon in the "illusion" become a reality that can be actually touched because of some mysterious phenomenon?
I never feel panicked just because I see "demons". This is the difference between mystery experts and ordinary people. However, this strong sense of fear created by drugs will not appear because the user is both "familiar with the illusion" and "strong mind".
It’s just that with a wide range of knowledge and a strong heart, you can overcome this sudden and intense fear in the shortest possible time.
The hideous demon "Doctor Ruan Li" caught me, but I did not resist, because it was made by "Doctor Ruan Li". My instinct prevented all my thoughts of fighting back. I think it will not hurt. However, there is more than one demon that surrounds me and appears in my field of vision.
This room is like a stage, the lights "pop", hitting themselves and the "devil". For an instant, the brilliance was dazzling, applause rang out, and in the dizziness, I only felt that I was being watched by dense eyes, and none of these "eyes" belonged to human beings.
Weird audience, weird stage, weird self, weird side character. It is not clear who is the protagonist and who is the supporting role, and in what way will the screen fall.
Weird, terrible, fearful, weird, nonsense——
The surging emotions and boiling blood seem to be nothing more than that. I wanted to make a further move, but found that I couldn't move it completely.
"...Chuan...Gao Chuan..." I heard a faint voice, descending with the sky.
When I looked up and looked for the source, the ceiling was supposed to be cracking, after blinking. The cracking process is skipped, leaving only a large hole cut by some force. Spilled in from the outside, replacing the squally rain. It is the ashes and sparks flying like snowflakes.
Above the sky, there are cascading fire clouds. It's really burning.
The incompletely burned embers fell on the skin, and immediately brought a needle-like tingling sensation. And this tingling sensation made me realize that I had regained my perception of the body again.
Rao is the body of the fourth-level Mageweave messenger. It is the personality, spirit and soul who believes to be stronger and stronger than in the past, and can't resist such strong side effects. I wiped my nose, corners of my eyes, and ears, and there was bleeding from there. I want to talk, but my throat seems to be stuffed with red hot coals. Hoarse and dry, almost unable to make a decent sound.
There is only one thing, Dr. Ruan Li is right.
My right foot, which was only stitched up but could not be recovered immediately, has regained its mobility and made me stand up again. However, in this irresistible illusion, these two legs are like the hooves of certain animals.
When I discovered this, I saw it suddenly. At some point, his body was also covered with scales, and his arms also became inhuman claws.
I turned around. Through some smooth and discernible surfaces, I can see what I look like at this time.
Of course, it is no longer human.
"￥￥%￥##!!!" What I said is not something I can understand.
I couldn't help but stop talking, and looked at Dr. Ruan Li, who also looked like a "demon".
I think, of course she doesn’t understand what I saw at this time, but probably she is still monitoring my body. To understand from her perspective, I am changing at this time.
Although it is for any normal person. Even if it's just an illusion, everything that happens in front of you. It’s also hard to understand, hard to describe, and hard to accept. When they saw all this, they were probably crazy. This is the change that the drug brings to the user from the psychological to the spiritual, not just "knowing the reason for the initial drug" can bear it. In the same way, it is difficult for people to use their will to cope with the terminal illness itself and the pain caused by the terminal illness, nor can it refuse to cut off some of the organs, which will bring changes to the human system, and eventually bring about spiritual changes.
In the modern scientific psychological treatment, there is also a saying of "removing the lesion", using surgery to cut certain nerve organs that are regarded as the root of the disease.
The paradise has already had an effect on my body, and the changes it brings, even the body of this fourth-level magicweave messenger, are also mandatory. In other words, because this was originally a "paradise" specially made for my situation, it was even more difficult to resist.
Even so, I still believe in Dr. Ruan Li. I believe she is ready, and it is impossible to allow those obviously abnormal side effects to continue to spread. She should have a set of systematic follow-up observation and adjustment methods to fully play the role of the information about my condition that has been collected.
Although I feel that Dr. Ruan Li’s gaze has been staring at me, her movements have actually been frequently turned to the other side. According to memory, that is the direction of the instrument and the display. She should be observing and thinking. In my opinion, these actions of her are full of aggression and threats, just like a malicious monster, flaring its teeth and claws at me, and there are a lot of negative emotions, impacting. My heart seems to be urging me to kill it.
Ordinary people may be unable to resist this impulse, but I was surprised to find a long-lost peace in the depths of this emotional ups and downs.
Dr. Ruan Li finally took actual action-in the illusion, this demon, this monster, this monster, which is completely made of wax, is constantly being melted, but it is still unable to melt completely, and still maintains the contours of the female body. , Take out the same hideous utensils. Its movements blended with the constantly growing, completely abnormal fear, as if it were about to impose a very cruel punishment.
Normal people will definitely resist it. However, I did not resist.
I did nothing. Just let it do these things and put them all on me.
Another feeling of cold like bone marrow, injected into my body along the "spear" that penetrated my body. I felt extremely weak and about to faint, and my consciousness seemed to be interrupted for a second. When I woke up again, I was twisting my body violently.
I am being confined on a stone platform by a restraint, and the restraint of the upper body has been completely torn off. At this moment, I realized that this was not the illusion I had seen before, nor was it Dr. Ruan Li’s research room. But it is also not a strange place.
Familiar scenery and familiar characters are all around you.
"Here is..." I stopped, panting, and looked around, "The chapel... to the deepest night?"
The place where I was restrained was the place that was both the operating room and the altar when I was dragged into this nightmare earlier.
In the dimly lit room, the only light source is a candlestick with thick arms. Only one-third of the red candles remain. The fire can only illuminate a piece of five meters in a circle. The corners of the room are all in darkness. And I was lying on the stone platform, which was probably the center of the room. With the light of the candle, I could see the rough surface, engraved with a large number of textures like a magic circle, and the engraved lines were like a cut guide. The condensed red and purple-black spots on the flow tube exude a stench.
This time the operation on me was no longer the hunter "Old Hawk" because he was already "dead" and buried himself in a nearby grave halfway up the mountain.
This time I woke up with me, and it was the last owner of this chapel, a girl who looked like a doll, and I regarded it as another form of expression of "color".
Humanoids.
She is kneeling down under the stone platform religiously, clasping her hands together, putting her hands on her chest as if praying.
In a sense, her image, actions, way of speaking, where she is, and the feeling she gives are like a prophet who guides everyone.
"Prophet"-is originally the most commonly used character image.
At this time, the humanoid system is more specifically expressed as a "prophet" focused on this deep night.
"What's the matter? What happened?" I asked ~IndoMTL.com~ Although the previous feeling was very bad, the pain did not remain at all, let alone the slightest feeling of weakness. Everything that once seemed to be "destroyed" is now intact. I subconsciously touched the magic pattern on the inner side of my wrist, and the forehead represented the "hunter" brand. When the two were close to each other, a very obvious burning sensation was produced, as if I was resisting, repelling, and declaring each other. Independent and opposing position—Although there was such a feeling in the past, it was not as strong as it is now, and amidst the intensity, there seems to be some more profound change.
In this deep night, as a hunter, I am stronger than before. This cognition is spontaneous, subconscious, and there is no doubt about it.
"Dear hunter, you have just experienced a terrible hunt, and you have not been confused by the hunt itself. Keep it like this in the future." The humanoid voice came from the side. (To be continued)