Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1496: Humanoid Tide II
"Jiang" is waking up. ┢╪┝═┝┠┡. [
I can't directly use visual impressions to watch this awakening, but the changes in despair and fear outline its activities in my mind. What does it look like? Unspeakable, even in my imagination, there is no specific shape. It seems to be in my heart, in my body and soul, but it cannot describe the specific position. It seems to be the deepest part of the concept of "self", like an abyss at the bottom of a deep ocean, in the dark and cold. I don’t know how deep it is below. It moved a little and didn’t wake up immediately. It was like being half-dream and half-awake because of the noise. It turned over and inertially moved its limbs-I think it might be a tentacle, I can’t Imagine that it will look like a human form, because its horror can no longer be accommodated by a "human form"-for it, this tentacle is also a trivial thing, but it is completely out of the load of where I am.
Standing "door", it is filled with endless grayness, as if apart from the twisted human nature of me, the door and Alien Youjiang, this ideological world with no more visible objects is like a broken mirror. , I am not listening with ears, but as if it is a cracking sound resounding in my heart. I can't see the cracks, but all the movement has stopped. The distorted humanoid tide of the alienated Youjiang rushing towards me solidified in a posture about to roll down, but suddenly, I saw a touch of red from space. Bloom at a certain point.
Before I was able to blink, this fascinating red was soaked in everything I could observe.
No matter the gloomy horizon, the door, or me, or the wave of distorted humanoids that alienate Youjiang, nothing can resist being corroded by this fascinating red. What I can look at, whether it is other things or myself, or even the imaginary things I paint with unstoppable thoughts, are all red.
Just as the alienated Youjiang’s "thinking lock-in" will erode the thinking and imagination of the target, the red brought about by "Jiang"'s stupid movements is also full of mysterious compulsion. I can't imagine any color other than "red". The concept and words of "red" are like pieces of heavy, huge and cold metal, solid and liquid. Confused together, rushing in a river called "Thinking". Soon, the normal water of this river was squeezed out, leaving only these mixed torrents of solid and liquid.
The tide of distorted humanoids that alienated Youjiang began to collapse, just as it solidified. It gave me a feeling of "from fluid to solid". The scene of collapse at this moment made this feeling of "solid" more intense, and it had to be accompanied by "dryness", "pale", "It's like being sucked away all the water, changing from soil to sand" and so on. ┞┢═┝┟.{. When it collapsed piece by piece, when it came to an end, it had collapsed like a pile of sand.
I seem to hear a crashing sound, but in fact, in this conscious world, from beginning to end. No matter what kind of sport, there is no "sound" in the normal sense.
There is a soft and moist feeling in my palm. This is the first time I have felt in this dark and cold world of consciousness. When "Jiang" woke up, I kept putting my hand on the "door", but this soft and moist feeling was definitely not the touch that these "doors" brought to me. I couldn't turn my head to confirm at the first time, because my body was still stiff. Although I felt it, it seemed to be in an endless red. The lighter red that was revealed made people unable to focus on the slight difference.
Perhaps, it is because my thinking, imagination and sensibility are being taken away by Jiang. Just like that spread out on Alien Youjiang, that extreme sense of attention makes it difficult to look away from her and face everything that "Jiang" has caused, even if it is not true to see it in the true sense. And even imagination is very scarce. It is impossible to describe its authenticity correctly, but even in terms of its "sense of existence" and "attractiveness", Alienated Youjiang is far below the "Jiang" presented at this time.
The "Jiang" possesses everything that the alienated Youjiang has, and everything is above the level of alienated Youjiang. If Alien Youjiang is a monster, then "Jiang" is the monster among monsters. No, maybe even "monster" can't describe its existence. Anything that shocks people's own imagination, no matter whether its posture is malicious or kind, it will be filled with a kind of weight that people cannot bear.
"Jiang" is so heavy, even if it is so "evil". I tried to distinguish "Jiang" from "virus" in the past, and this idea has not changed. However, every time I feel "Jiang", it seems to bring me closer to it and make myself feel it more. The inhuman malice possessed by the body. That can only be described as "evil". All despair and horror come from this "evil", and the human nature I have felt from Ningxingjiang seems to be born out of this "evil". The general.
"Virus" is something more mysterious and cold, just like inorganic movement, without an observable and imaginable outline, it has always existed in a simple and cruel way of existence, in the association of the extension of various diseases— -"Virus" is a vocabulary. Researchers use the concept of "virus" to try to describe the existence that causes the doomsday syndrome more intuitively and vividly. ┞.
Terror, despair, coldness, and gloomy malice are like creeping in my skin and blood vessels. I think it is always asleep, but even so, I can still feel the sight that it is looking at in a moment of deep sleep, in an indescribable hallucination, a sudden burst of crisis, or vaguely or practically. .
The heaviness it brings to me is definitely beyond everyone's imagination. But even so, I can still claim that I love this thing, and this thing loves me. Many times, I am also puzzled about this. Why do I determine this "love"? The "love" I feel is definitely different from "love" in the ordinary sense, but where is the difference?
My first love in the ordinary sense, and the first deep love in the very conscious sense, were all placed on the body of the human-shaped Jiang and the non-human-shaped Jiang. Before this love. Have not experienced love in any sense. I know very well that this love is definitely not family affection, it is not like what has existed in normal human society and has been described. Any emotion that has been criticized or praised with "love". Therefore, I cannot compare the difference between my love for Jiang and other people's love for the opposite sex.
However, there must be a difference, and. It must be fundamentally different. Even as the person involved, it is difficult for me to use common sense and rationality to understand why, in such a desperate, terrifying, and cold malice, I was licking my body with my tongue turned into maliciousness, and my sight turned into by this maliciousness. When staring at the soul, I can still say without hesitation that I love this thing, and I am deeply loved by this thing.
Although I have psychological problems, I am not a fool.
However, even if I think about it, there is no answer. What's more, no matter what this "love" is. They are already the forces that support me to move forward, and are the foundation of all the plans I am doing now.
This love has indeed pushed me and saved me countless times.
Just like now.
In my thinking, from the world of feeling and imagination, I am chasing this extraordinary love for "Jiang". As in the past, when I confirmed this "love" again, the next moment I suddenly "awake". Just like waking up from a big dream, but without any ignorance, those desperate, horrible and cold malice. I don't know when it has faded. Although there are traces, these traces will gradually fade away.
Did "Jiang" fall asleep again? Under the inaccessible deep sea abyss.
The soft and moist feeling from the palm of the hand touching the "door". Occupy the most striking position at this moment. Because, apart from this feeling, all other feelings have disappeared. Apart from me and the "door", there is nothing else in this gloomy world of consciousness. It's just that this soft and moist feeling. The vigorous agitation and the smooth touch are so familiar, so familiar that I don't want to turn my eyes to look at it.
Even so, if I want to leave here, I still have to go through this "door".
I suppressed this disgusting sense of familiarity, turned my head, and finally saw the appearance of this "door"-it turned out to be an inorganic material, like stone, wood or metal, but now it is Vibrant organic matter-a gate made of a pile of squirming flesh and blood. I don't know where the flesh and blood came from, or where the internal organs are. They are all skinless, **** fleshy scents that are unsmeltable but can be directly imagined.
Moreover, I can deeply feel that these flesh and blood and internal organs are alive. They squirmed, agitated, and slipped squishyly. Even, people can't help but think that only the surging tide of twisted human figures before can bring such a large amount of flesh and blood and internal organs. People can't help but think that these things are part of the distorted human figures of Alienated Youjiang.
If you are an ordinary person, you might be so frightened that you can't think, you can't move, and it's definitely not surprising that you even fainted just then. However, apart from feeling a little disgusting, I don't have any more feelings. Compared with the huge and unusual malice of Jiang, and the despair and horror that existed before, the evil feeling brought by the internal organs in front of me is so small.
The door of flesh and blood has swallowed my palm while squirming, and a puff of suction is pulling me inward, over my elbows, then my shoulders, and my feet have to go in. Half of my body was swallowed by it. I didn't resist too much, but the slippery sticky squirming sensation really made people unable to get excited.
I don't feel hurt, and my instinct tells me that this is the last door. In other words, it was not originally, but after being corroded by the power of "Jiang", it was the last door.
I took a deep breath and actively squeezed my whole body into this door of flesh and blood.
The light suddenly shines in front of my eyes—in fact, it is not very bright, because the sky and the earth are all a deep color, filled with gray fog and ashes, and the howling wind can make people feel it from time to time. A desperate and crazy mood breeds from the bottom of my heart-I know that I have walked completely out of consciousness and returned to the peninsula battlefield.
The observational image of the chain determination revived in my mind in an instant. I was holding a gun, and it happened to pass by Alien Youjiang. I didn't have any more moves, but the sniper bullet that spun through the air hit the left eye of Alien Youjiang. Alien Youjiang's body seemed to be out of balance, and she fell in the opposite direction of mine very quickly, but when I adjusted my position, she had already gained a firm foothold.
This is the second time she has been hit.
She hung her head, long covering her face, unable to see the injury.
However, the chain decision has already informed me of the result-it did hit, but unfortunately, it was invalid.
The fragments of the invisible high passage instantly spliced a route leading to the rivet and the connector, and I ran away. In the observation of chain determination, Alihua Youjiang raised her head and showed a pleasant and cruel smile. Her left eye was inlaid with the bullet~IndoMTL.com~ However, at this time, it seemed that it was that one. The abnormal eyeballs are slowly "spitting out" the bullet.
Yes, the bullet is facing outwards, a little bit of "spitting out" from the ripples, like water waves of tears.
Suddenly, the movement of the bullet turned into a straight line directly at the location of the rivet and the jointer during the observation of the linkage determination. The speed of the bullet couldn't be caught with the naked eye. It was as fast as expected. Although I started one step earlier, I was overtaken by the bullet in an instant. However, if it is just fast, I will never lose to anything.
The swept reference object completed the transfer the moment it was overtaken by the bullet. Before the rivet and the connector could react, I had already crossed the bullet again and grabbed the two of them away from where they were originally.
Except for me, no one in the field reacted to such a brief sudden change. When I stopped, the focus of the rivet and the connector's eyes remained at the moment of the ambush and sniper.
However, half of the five minutes have passed. (To be continued.)
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