Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1580: Beyond the horizon

I walked deep in the **** mud, and the closer I got to the weird thing, the more I felt its hugeness. ◎, the distance between me and it and the volume I see it no longer accord with the common sense ratio, what I can see it increases at a speed a hundred times closer than the distance, as if to pierce into the boundless darkness The sky. My field of vision soon couldn’t contain all of it, and even the one-tenth of the outline could not be included. When I came to a place about 100 meters below its feet, all I could see was that it was bare. The rhizome on the ground is just a very small part. This huge and weird object, just because I can’t see all of its appearance, it seems to be able to describe the part that is present before my eyes at this time. It is more like a plant. The old skin covered with pimple makes people feel the years. The vicissitudes of life do not appear to be abysmal, but still full of life's tenacity.

It can't make me think of more things. In the past, I can always think of many things that seem to be closely related to strange scenes, strange phenomena, and unusual appearances. My thinking can never stop in the slightest. My heart is always agitated and filled. After guessing, reasoning, and cranky thinking, my emotions fluctuate through these thoughts. I will be troubled, sad, joyful and crying, determined, and make sentimental decisions.

However, all of this ceased to exist when I approached this strange thing and couldn't see all of it.

I feel calm, even if it surrounds me, the **** muddy and abyssal sky full of uncertainty and anxiety. Only me and this strange thing exist, obviously it is not a normal situation, but I still feel my inner peace. This calm is like the spring of Juanjuan. It flows from my brain and waters my soul, making me know that my situation is full of danger, but I feel that this is a rare beautiful dream since I came into contact with the mystery.

I can still feel the sunshine. There is no sunshine at all here, but I can smell the smell of sunshine. Feel the warmth of the sun as if the sun has penetrated layers of branches and leaves. It was cut to pieces and sprinkled on me. It was not witnessed with my own eyes, but just a feeling, making me want to groan, lethargic, and my mind went blank.

I seem to hear the sound quite well. I didn't imagine these sounds, I just thought I heard them. The voice whispered in the ear, as if walking through the secluded country streets, the few people left behind were moving something. While talking, the sound penetrated the wooden partition exuding the decay smell, and passed to the ears of a pedestrian like me, full of slow and idle charm. This also prevents me from thinking more. Just indulge in this aftertaste.

I'm almost going to sleep here. However, the next moment, the deep-rooted vigilance abruptly pulled back my mind, and forced me to change from a bad angle full of conspiracy theories and threats, to look at such a change. If I really fell asleep, What will happen again

I can't stay here, peace is wonderful. But I can’t grasp it either, because there is only a restless heart, that complex and sensation full of urgency, that tensioned nerves, those cranky thoughts that make me restless, and the growing sense of crisis that has contributed to it. I became who I am today, which prompted me to find what I have to do, but I haven’t finished. The person you love has not yet been able to see the peaceful and beautiful world in his own observations.

I punched myself hard. It hurts, but it was calm. The blood flowed quietly from my nose and gums. The tingling sensation made me clenched my teeth and forced myself into a bigger one. In pain. Use this pain to dispel that idle and comfortable feeling. At least at this time, I got the benefits of the doomsday truth preached by Father Edward. I was looking for my pain. Some people may say it was self-abuse, but I couldn’t bear to get it first before the one I loved was freed. relief. I live and die, maybe it's destiny, but if this is something stupid I can save and the path I must follow, then I am willing to bear it, no, I should say, I will bear it.

Starting from this distance, every step forward, the peace and beauty that are incompatible with the sinister and strange scenes around me, the more moisturizing and silently washing my heart, those whispering voices in my ears are not persuasive The persuasion I gave up, all the feelings of wanting peace and tranquility, and wanting to be relieved, are definitely in my heart. The more you consciously reject the peace and beauty within reach, the more you feel tired and painful, but these tiredness and pain have become the driving force that supports you to move forward.

This short journey became long in my soul. The more I resisted, the more painful I was, the more I gave up my inner peace, and the harder I was to think about those malicious things, the more I became I feel my stupidity.

It is indeed foolish to make yourself painful in order to move forward. Obviously wanting peace, but throwing it away when it's within your fingertips, and looking for the malice that makes you painful, is really stupid.

I seem to be in heaven, but I turn to find hell. I call to the "Jiang" in my heart, calling for the pain and fear it brings to me. When did I reach the distance where I could reach out and touch this huge weird plant, my memory was like a fault in the calm and painful struggle.

I have never worked so hard. My lungs seemed to be squashed and I couldn't squeeze a trace of air. My throat is like a fire, my eyes are dizzy, and I feel that I can stand still like a miracle, and I am not like a light and healthy mysterious expert at all, but just an ordinary person with excessive fatigue. .

I once imagined that at this point, I might still meet Youjiang, meet the Nazis, and meet more people, such as Dr. Ruan Li, Sitianyuan Jiayi, Father Edward, all kinds of people who died, and even For the Saya like a giant and the black water like the sea, etc. But. I still haven't seen them, nor can I feel their existence. As if they are all in the past tense, the fierce battle, the exhaustion of collective and individual wisdom and strength, the struggle around repeaters and monsters, have already come to an end from my observation, and I am in Here. The sight here. They are nothing more than the final result.

This is the ideological world, but I don’t know what it is, where it is located. There is only one thing I can be sure of. This is that in this repeater world, the scenery that I can see at the end is so monotonous, so contradictory, aside from danger and weirdness, it is full of a strong sense of loneliness.

"I won't wait any longer." I said to myself. None of the possible situations in those assumptions have appeared, and it makes me so easy, maybe not easy, but it's here and now. I am indeed the only one.

Thinking about it alone, I couldn't help calling "Jiang" in my heart.

For a moment, almost thought to be an illusion, I felt my left eye twitching as if responding to a call.

"Don't wait, so be it." I said to myself again, tentatively raising my hand and I didn't know what to do next. The enemy is not specific. The size of this strange thing also makes me feel that I should touch it before attacking it. It is of course dangerous to come into contact with things that I cannot understand, not to mention that I am still in such an environment full of uncertainties, but I still feel that I must do this.

I didn't hesitate for too long, so I just pressed my hand up. The touch of this strange thing, like its appearance, is also indescribable. It is impossible to compare anything you have touched. It is like natural recognition that the essence of the two is essentially different, even if you want to It is impossible to find a similar feeling.

It is neither soft nor hard. Of course, it is not soft with hard or hard with soft, but it is completely different from your own perception of "touch."

At first I just had a completely different tactile impression, but I quickly saw the light. When I saw the light, although the sense of touch was still there, the entities that could be touched disappeared, and even the environment I was in disappeared instantly, as if the bubble had been punctured. I feel that I am floating in a place where there is nothing, because I can see the light, so I can judge that there is nothing but "darkness" all around. The light I saw came from a certain part of the darkness. Every once in a while, at a short interval, the darkness would shoot out a ray of light. This light has a length, but how long and short it is. It is hard for me to describe.

From all directions, up and down, in the darkness, these lights rush towards the same core. However, I can't confirm where this core is. Of course, light can be filled with the medium of instruction. The end it can go to is where the core is, but I can only see the light passing by my side. When it thinks of moving farther ahead, it is like being The far-reaching darkness quietly obscured the same.

I looked at the lights carefully. Something in the light was changing, but I couldn't see exactly what it was. It looked like a human shadow, sometimes it was one, sometimes it was countless. If there is something in every beam of light, then the number of these things is probably the same as the number of lights, which is endless.

"This is personality. The conscious personality is condensing, circulating, and shaping the world in reciprocation." A familiar voice suddenly came from behind me, "Achuan, do you remember White Claudia's terrible The reason is that it connects the spirit of the infected person in a twisted way, and isolates the conscious and physical behavior of the infected person. However, it’s not actually done that way. Although in this way, what is the mechanism that prompts the infected person to perform various behaviors that are inconsistent with their own wishes is still unclear, but what is certain is that when the infected person is doing bad things, I don’t think I have done a bad thing."

I didn't look back, because although I heard this voice, I didn't feel her presence. I'm afraid that after turning my head, I won't see anything, and because of this, I won't be able to hear this sound again.

"Mom" is Dr. Ruan Li.

"This is the internal spiritual network of White Claudia, where the personality information of all infected persons is stored. White Claudia, this kind of plant-like extraterrestrial life that does not know the origin and body, will use this huge The personality information of the infected person can be used to shape what the infected person can observe, because the observation can be personally experienced, can affect themselves and generate feedback, which is extremely real." Dr. Ruan Li’s voice is so soothing and calm. It seems to be answering my question, but it seems to be telling a story full of fantasy: "All patients who fell ill due to White Claudia’s infection, their mental abnormalities are based on being able to shape such a world. The abnormality that occurs. What can come here is the non-material manifestations of the spirit, consciousness, personality, etc., which have deteriorated to a certain extent, and the disease that contributes to the deterioration of this disease is the disease."

This description is familiar, just like what the researchers in the hospital told me about the relationship between "virus" and "doomsday syndrome patients" and the process of disease.

"The diseased causes the spirit to be distorted, and the distorted spirit enters the paradise of the self. Personality changes in this paradise. The changed personalities are connected to each other in the form of information~IndoMTL.com~ Linked information Shaped a new world. This new world is only for patients and belongs to the real world.” Dr. Ruan Li said, “If you can understand what I’m talking about, you must understand that there must be something in this world. A center. Any gathering will definitely form a center, or it will be a center that already exists, releasing gravitational force and promoting the generation of agglomeration phenomenon."

"Mental Integration Device." Under Dr. Ruan Li's reminder, I couldn't help but think of the key to all repeaters. Is the scene in front of me the way the mental integration device is working?

"Mental Integration Device" Dr. Ruan Li seemed to laugh, not very clear, but her voice did not stop: "This name is quite appropriate. A Chuan, if there are no special circumstances, any patient will It is impossible to observe this scene from the perspective of this bystander, because the spirit of all patients has existed in this scene from the beginning and constitutes a part of this scene."

So, what has happened that turned me into the "special situation" that Dr. Ruan Li said? Dr. Ruan Li himself is also in this "special situation". I can't help but have questions. If I just let me go Thinking and imagining, I can also give an uncertain answer, but I want to know how Dr. Ruan Li in this repeater world sees all this. To be continued. For mobile users, please visit the mobile website