Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1378: Father’s Hazamaji

    When I was away, something happened here. People who were already abnormal had more serious lesions. The more scarlet outside the window, like a huge **** sphere, looks like the moon, but in it, there is the phantom of nightmare Las Vegas. It seems that it is such a thing that signals the approach of the deepest night. When the peninsula was caught in a storm, in this nightmare of the deepest night, the climate became equally severe. It was a large amount of ashes that fell from the sky with the wind and rain, and the sky sometimes burned, releasing layers of magnificence and people. The rainbow light of fear is just like the sight after taking "Paradise".

    All these abnormal changes are the culprits that induce people to develop disease. People are eroded not only by their spirits, but also by people who are unable to resist. Some uncomfortable changes have occurred in some parts of their bodies. Even if they are not directly displayed on the surface, they must be vaguely felt. .

    There is also a whisper-like voice, like an auditory hallucination, which faintly echoes in the ear, lest it not chaotically inform some indescribable information, so that people can understand this happening to themselves more deeply. , Disaster-like changes.

    These phenomena are too similar to the side effects of taking "Paradise" and cannot make me feel strange and surprised. In terms of the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital, all patients who enter the nightmare of the deep night are due to taking the new medicine of the seminar, and the new medicine of the seminar is obtained in the process of researching the "paradise". The product, in the end, the illusion seen by taking "Paradise" has too many similarities with the vision of the deep night nightmare in front of you, which is completely understandable.

    The mysterious events that I have come into contact with are deeply related to each other. It seems that the result of the last mysterious event is the cause of the next mysterious time. Sometimes it's not just the result. And just "the occurrence of a certain mysterious event" is enough to become the inducement of the next mysterious event. Moreover, its state, process, and observable phenomena will show extremely high similarity and relevance.

    An abnormal change occurred in the deepest night. This change is too complicated and unpredictable. Incomprehensible, but just panicked by people, such a scene is often encountered in the past mysterious events.

    In the past, there were people who were proficient in comforting the mind to adjust the mentality of these victims, and the priests with Doomsday Truth, took this opportunity to teach their faith, but now, the only person standing in front of these patients is me. Just one.

    The figures did not comfort them before. Naturally, I won't do it afterwards. Now when I return to the deepest night, in this chapel, at this moment, only I can extend a helping hand to these people. I know clearly that I can never save everyone, and in the present situation, even if I want to do something, I cannot guarantee that I can do it.

     But if it's just talking... if it's just words, it can temporarily make them less painful. Get the comfort of the soul, so that they can continue their hope of survival before being destroyed by the inevitable disaster. Even if it is only to get some false peace, then there is only me here, can do this, and I am willing to do it.

    There are far more people in the chapel now than I sent it last time. How did they come, were they people in this gathering place, or were they outsiders? Is it a local in a nightmare, or is it the ideology of the patients in the Peninsula Mental Hospital? These answers are not so important to me anymore. When I saw their panic. They only have one identity left.

    They need a strong arm, but. My arms are actually not that strong. Even so, if they can't find someone else they can rely on. Then, let them listen to my voice.

    "Although there seem to be many'futures', there is only one that will eventually set foot on, and the'past' proves this. Therefore, this'future' that will eventually set foot on will eventually become the'past' 'The future is the manifestation of destiny.' I shouted to all the people in the hall who were at a loss.

    My voice overwhelmed everyone’s voice and made their behavior stop, and everything looked towards me.

    With this feeling. I hugged them one by one, soothed them, pulled away the hand of the woman who was hiding her face, and gazed at the half of the face that had become a little scary with peace and compassion. I took out food and water, handed them to the panicked child, and fed them to the crying baby who abandoned them. With a sincere heart, reveal these softest places in your heart to everyone.

    I don’t think this is wrong.

    "Destiny exists, and destiny is unchangeable. If destiny changes, it is only a destiny-style change." I said: "However, no one can be sure before destiny falls and becomes the past. That is my destiny."

    I set aside my long knife, took off my hood, and revealed my face. I don't care about where the food and water come from, and where the people here come from. I put the baby back in the cradle and put the cradle on the bench. I stroked the child's head and slapped the man's shoulder. I kissed a woman on the forehead, no matter whether her appearance was young or old, beautiful or ugly.

    I walked by them one by one, telling the so-called destiny.

    "So, don't be afraid." I said in a soft tone, seriously looking at their weird line of sight. I am not afraid of such a line of sight, even if it brings only the unknown. I don't care what they are thinking, I just want to do what I think I must do, and tell them everything I think I must say to them.

     and they, temporarily abandoned the fear and panic like a headless fly, and began to listen quietly.

    "Fear will not change fate." I walked to them and hugged one of them with her face covered, as if that face had some kind of change, her body was cold and trembling Then, she wanted to push me away, but was hugged tightly by me, feeling her weakness and resistance, as if she could hear her pain, sadness and helplessness. Until she didn't refuse any more, she gently hugged me back.

    I said to her, and to everyone present: "Maybe there is nothing that can change destiny, but before the future becomes the past. No one can know what his destined future is... This may be the mercy of destiny. If we are bound to face the end, then, before the end becomes the'past'. We will never know what the end is like, and what will we do. If there is an end Truth. Then, I believe, this is the true doomsday truth."

    Doomsday truth...I never thought that one day I would use this vocabulary to tell these helpless people. However, I can't think of more words to express what I want. Into their hearts. No matter where it is, as long as the end is approaching, vocabulary such as "the truth of the end" will become more powerful than any vocabulary. It itself is a kind of power.

    I once rejected such power, but now I cannot help but use it.

    Because I am just a clumsy person, I can only imitate those who can persuade others.

    "When the future'doom' is before it becomes the'past', it is an unpredictable destiny. I don't know where it will go; the same, when the future'us' becomes the'past', Our future is still unpredictable. I don’t know where we will go.” I hugged the patients in the chapel one by one and told them: “Don’t give up hope, don’t give up persistence, don’t give up dreams, don’t think that you will Abandoned, and abandon all the good things. Because you can’t be sure until the “abandoned” becomes the established past. You will be destined to be the “forsaken”."

    I said aloud, as if to feel the emotions in my heart. It's all contained in this sound. Although in my opinion, such an expression is pale. But the expressions of other people are telling me that what is pale to me is what they desire.

    "Destiny exists, and perhaps there is a destiny called irreversible. However, it will inevitably be presented to us in the form of the'past' before it becomes the truth."

     So when the end is in the past, it will become the truth. But before it actually arrives and becomes a thing of the past, it is still just a terrifying phantom.

    "So, if the end is the truth, it must not be the observable "truth of the future", and it must become the'past' before it can be confirmed. And since someone must confirm it, And to verify that it is the truth, there must be someone who can survive the moment when the end is in the past."

    I looked around everyone in the chapel.

    "Our destiny has long been doomed, but we are humans, so we cannot observe and determine which future is our doomed future."

    I stood in front of the podium in the chapel, and the patients stared at me, with the weird, glass-like calmness, sitting back on the bench and continuing to listen to me.

    "If you think that there is such a terrible future that will inevitably appear, then you can only prove your right when it becomes a'thing of the past'. And now, do you want to For such a terrible future that cannot be proven right away, what about abandoning everything you still have now?"

    Apart from my voice, there are no other voices in the chapel.

    I know that a large part of their madness is actually not because they feel abnormal and desperate for it, but because of the abnormal mystery of this deep night, forcibly eroding them with despair. They are passive, and this passiveness cannot be reversed by me.

     And such madness, fear and despair is itself a manifestation of extreme pain. I have experienced this kind of pain firsthand, and I feel the same for them, so--

    If there is a small part of them deep in their hearts that can light a bonfire of hope and make them less cold and desperate, then I can ignite it.

    I just told them with such expectations. I am not a qualified speaker, but I have heard the sermons of the doomsday cult fanatics, Father Sisson, and Father Edward. I reject the "Doomsday Truth". However, if the "Doomsday Truth" method is used, the suffering of some of these patients can be alleviated...

    I put my hand on my left chest and the position of my heart, recalling the meaning of Father Xi Sen’s statement of the doomsday truth, recalling in the past doomsday environment, those believers of the doomsday truth, with a beautiful and fanatical expression , To believe that truth, and then die before my eyes.

    I don’t believe in anything, even if I don’t believe in anything, I will not drown in despair. However, if someone needs faith, they can have hope, and they can try to struggle in despair and pain. Then...

    I am willing to be a priest, to tell the faith that I don’t have.

    The doomsday truth of the faith of the Doomsday Truth sect, in the old age of the Big Three, in the age of the Mar Jones family, in the hearts of the past priests, in the hearts of Father Sisson and Father Edward, in the Internet ball In my eyes, there is not exactly the same content. The ways of expression and acceptance are also different.

     Therefore, although what I said is also called "doomsday truth", it is not exactly the same as the "doomsday truth" in other populations.

    From the perspective of my understanding of "destiny", I describe such a "possible end", and the reason why this "not yet in the past, but only the coming end" has become the truth is not The inevitability of the end itself is the meaning of "becoming the past."

     can not become the past, but only exists in the future and the doomsday of the present~IndoMTL.com~ can neither become a "doomed destiny", nor can it become the true truth-and this is the doomsday truth. This is my doomsday truth.

    Although I know clearly, such words and thoughts are nothing but a kind of artifice to me. However, others obviously need it.

    Compared with this apocalyptic truth, all the promises are pale and unbelievable.

    The patients were sitting on the benches. Under my gaze, some stared at the symbols on the altar behind me, and some bowed their heads as if praying religiously. Cries, screams, those irritating things, little by little disappeared in the chapel. Before my eyes, the chapel became calm, and there was a ghost named "Strange" walking around everyone. I began to hear their voices, what they were saying, about something, as if they were telling me, but I couldn't understand their language anymore. (To be continued)