Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1568: Talking skills

Although Youjiang keeps saying "I don't understand why I want a left eye", she didn't have a left eye from the beginning. I am quite sure that Moon Eye will become her again as long as there is a need. But, on the other hand, she tried to get my left eye, and she should be serious. ︾︾ Although she "does not understand", she has actually been guided to know how to get this left eye.

"Eat it." Youjiang looked at me and urged: "Eat meat, eat meat, eat meat, eat all of it, eat it all at once, crush the bones, swallow them, and squeeze all the blood out. , Drink it."

Seeing that I didn’t move, I said, “Don’t eat it? It’s because eating meat that looks like a human hand makes you feel psychologically uncomfortable? It’s okay, I have a better reason.” That ferocious A smile appeared on her face again, "You who are barely here, only if you eat this right hand can you have more possibilities. Don't you want to defeat me? Or kill me? Whatever is good, but if you don’t eat, it’s absolutely impossible to do it."

Yes, possibility. I also fully understand the possibilities mentioned by Youjiang. My thinking and intuition tell me that it is precisely because I have a left eye that I can eat this right hand and gain the power of this right hand. You Jiang made a big bet. It was not a risk, but she was confident that she could win the bet. In theory, her thoughts were unstable, and it was indeed the only situation where I could be silent in Sitianyuan. Next, hope to persevere.

Even so, I did not eat it.

The fourth-level magic pattern formed a long knife in my left hand. I waved it and chopped off my right palm. Then, in Youjiang's surprised and malicious grin, he attached her right palm to the severed limb—just as Zhenjiang had dug out my original left eye and installed her left eye. from now on. My right hand is also "Jiang".

Just when I thought about it, my left eye began to twitch, as if I had suffered hundreds of thousands of severe pains, as if the optic nerve had its own consciousness, taking root in the muscles with its own strength. Spreading, this heart-wrenching, wispy pain continued to spread downwards, around the back of the head, over the cheeks, piercing the neck, to the shoulders, and then to the arms, the bones. Muscles, blood vessels, and nerves all began to twitch in this painful force. Half of my body was already paralyzed in pain, but the sense of presence in my wrists and palms became clearer and clearer, which spread from my arms. The thing that comes is connected to the wrist. The fingers move quickly involuntarily, and the swing of the anti-joint makes people feel. Is the knuckle broken, or there is no bone at all.

I don't think this is my subconscious behavior. It is hidden deep in my body and consciousness. In such a weird way, I cannot deny its existence. However, I also don't think it is Youjiang. Youjiang is definitely not the one who controls the movement of the fingers.

I was still staring at Youjiang in my pain, she really showed a surprised expression, but. The emotionless pupils made people feel that this kind of surprise was just a gesture.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." She said, "Although I don't understand, I didn't expect this kind of thing, but you really have a part of me... No, it's not me It’s better to say that it’s something very similar to me. Isn’t that left eye really my illusion? Although I’ve heard that the Doomsday Sect also has a similar existence to me, no, it should be said that it is the same thing. Divide it into multiple parts, and then that part here made me. But, Gao Chuan, from your intelligence, you shouldn’t have been in contact with that thing at all."

She looked thoughtfully at me curled up in pain, and asked again: "Although you have already asked and you answered, but I still want to ask again, Gao Chuan, the one in front of me Gao Chuan, what is your background? Maybe you don’t want to admit it, but in my opinion, you are more like me than the human being you think you are. What do you call me? The ultimate weapon? Then, you are in me In his eyes, at least 60% are the ultimate weapons."

"Do you want to say, am I your kind?" I endured the pain, because I had suffered similar pain in the past, so I gradually felt that I could adapt. The will that drives the left eye and right hand is also receding, returning control back to my hands. I moved my fingers and felt that I had finally changed back to myself. I am not subjectively disgusted with it presented to me in this way, even because I know it is "Jiang", so I, who loves "Jiang" deeply, of course will not resist her. However, the inherent instinct of being an independent individual has obvious resistance. I sometimes think that it is because of resistance that it is painful and fearful, because in the face of its power, this resistance is too small and weak, like a dying struggle.

"No, of course they are not of the same kind. Even if there is a similarity of 60%, they are definitely not of the same species in terms of species." Youjiang said, "Moreover, I am not of the same kind, or to say, In your eyes, is the final weapon the same as the final weapon? However, here I am indeed an independent individual. I am not a clone or one of many species. I am the only one. One, unique."

"In that case, why do you want my left eye? Why are you surprised at my situation? Me and the left eye are all similar to you but different. Although you mean , This left eye, and the final weapon of the Doomsday Truth cult, plus you, is an independent individual derived from the same kind of rooted existence, but for you who don’t need the same kind, and don’t think there is a same kind of you, What's the meaning of this kind of relationship cognition? You are a monster, not a human being, whether you are mentally or physically, no matter what, you don’t need the support of race, do you?"

"Yeah, why? Actually I don't understand. I said it before, I don't know why." You Jiang repeatedly emphasized: "I just wanted to do this, so I did it. As for the deeper level I have never thought about the reason, nor did I intend to think about it. Just like now, I talk when I want to talk, and I talk when I want to. No, sometimes. I even do these things and I don’t know if I am true. I want to do these things."

"Don't be kidding!" I couldn't help but say: "Is your inner substance blank? Is it muddled?"

You Jiang put down his hand to open the bangs, his voice did not fluctuate, but he said calmly: "Blank and muddled, aren't they all based on human thinking and behavior, and subjectively set standards? I'm not a human being. Therefore, any words and meanings used to describe human beings are wrong to me."

"So, what are you? You are talking human words now, you are talking human words that I can understand, then you can tell me, in a way that humans can understand!" My left eye was twitching, but it was no longer due to conscious activity, but just physiologically instinctively. The pain hasn't completely receded, but I already felt that a powerful force was penetrating through the left eye and right hand at two points and one line, regaining consciousness on the paralyzed half of the body.

"...I think you just ignored a little." Youjiang was silent for a while, and then the voice came into my ears from the cosmic void that should have been silent, as if there was nothing left in my world. Voice: "Do you think. When you talk to me, are you talking human? The voice you hear. Is it human language?"

"I heard..." I wanted to say, "Of course we are talking in human language, human way." However, such confidence disappeared after half a sentence. Not without a trace—or rather. I thought it was taken for granted, but at this moment, I suddenly felt that it was not so taken for granted.

"Are you aware of it?" Youjiang said, "There are no humans here, and humans are lost as reference objects. So you don’t know your changes, you can observe yourself, but the object you compare after observation is Only me is left. So, I ask again, Gao Chuan, do you really know what you are now and how you are talking to me? I am obviously a monster, but in your eyes, Reflecting the image of human beings, then, did I become a human being, or did you become a monster and still think that there are human elements?"

Speaking of this, her smiling face became gloomy, sarcasm, and full of maliciousness again: "Obviously, there are only monsters around. I clearly admit that it is a monster, but I don't doubt why I can communicate with a monster. It's so funny. , You really deserve to be a clown, Gao Chuan."

I don't want to think, but thinking or not thinking is no longer a question of whether I want to think or not. The doubts arising from Youjiang’s words are piled up like a mountain. Perhaps as she said, although I lost my reference, although I can still observe my own existence, I cannot be sure of what kind of situation I am at all. However, from another From a point of view, precisely because I am unable to determine what kind of situation I am in, I am actually in an intermediate state of "may have become something that is not human, but may still be human."

Although she probably meant: Monsters and humans are at both ends of the boundary, and there is no communication between them. People who can communicate with people are humans, and monsters can communicate with monsters. However, in my cognition, there is no concrete evidence to prove this. After all, my cognition is always limited to my stupidity. The actions I can take and the ideas I can implement are limited to my meager cognition.

If there is an objective and omniscient third party, maybe I can be sure of what kind of situation I am. But even if my experience is a story, a third observer as the author and the third observer as a reader, it is still not omniscient and omnipotent for this story, because the story also has the limitations of the story. It is impossible to present all the details on paper, and the author cannot write the story after thinking through everything, because even the author who seems to be the "Creator" has his own cognition. The limitations. Therefore, the author and readers may not be clear about my real situation at this time.

So, the objective and omniscient third observer I am talking about is only in the imagination. Before it appeared and told me, its existence was universally meaningful, but it was also subjectively meaningless.

I shouldn't think about this kind of thing at this time, but my thinking is out of control, all at this moment, concentrated in this range, and constantly expanding.

Because I have never given up on defense with the power of conscious walking from the beginning, when my mind expands within a limited range, it is still weakly connected with vigilance, so that I can roughly understand that I am In fact, it was attacked again.

——This is, thinking is locked

I don’t want to be in a trance, I want to act, but my thoughts can’t give a clear instruction to act, and even my body becomes heavy, as if I’m half-dreaming and half-awake, trying to wake up struggling, but even a finger Hard to move.

What a cold enemy. Even if I am not sure if I and Youjiang are talking "human words", it is still possible to understand the hidden meaning in those difficult words, and define such behavior as "talking". That's right. And the purpose of this "conversation" itself was not originally to understand the other party, nor to understand one's own situation, but merely to restrain the situation after judging the situation.

However, "talking" affects each other differently.

Obviously, it has a greater impact on me. When the flood of thought that I cannot contain flows in the same direction, I know I will suffer.

Youjiang disappeared~IndoMTL.com~Because I couldn't focus on her, I didn't even realize how she disappeared. Fortunately, there is also a left eye. Under certain circumstances, without being controlled by my subjective consciousness, it seems to have a self-conscious left eye. At this time, being activated by the other's behavior is like a life-saving straw.

In the severe pain of the twitch, the left eye turned steadily, looking to the left and to the right on its own. It did not catch up with the disappearing figure, but it made me aware that Youjiang was just "not on the left". "Within the field of vision of the eye", my instinct told me that she was behind me.

Intuition, at the moment of the moment, a quick sweep was launched.

My involuntary body, being pushed by the invisible highway, gallops forward. If Youjiang is behind me, then she must "can't catch up" with me, so--

As I thought, when she appeared again, she was already right in front of me.

Just like repeating the previous situation, we face each other, sprinting towards each other in the same straight line. (To be continued.) u