Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1589: Say goodbye

dSuper Gaochuan is the Pathfinder. The emergence of Super Gaochuan is necessary, but under what circumstances and when should it appear is the real important issue. The particularity of Gaochuan determines that all activities carried out with Gaochuan as the core have to take into account the changes in the "virus". The diary written by Gao Chuan is enough to prove the existence of a third observer. In addition to promoting the birth of Super Gaochuan, what Dorothy and Shiran did in the doomsday illusion and hospital reality were not directly aimed at the destruction of the "virus"-as Dorothy said, if you even observe " "Virus", it is impossible to determine the location of the "virus", so anything further you want to do with the "virus" is just an unrealistic fantasy.

Doroth frowned, still very distressed: "However, we must control this progress and be cautious, because we are being observed, and we cannot be sure what kind of chain reaction will be triggered by our own activities. If the reaction is only in the doomsday illusion, then it should be the best situation that can be dealt with. However, when it comes to the situation in the real hospital, there are times when I can do nothing. We have knowledge, but we only rely on We ourselves cannot turn knowledge into power. We are like a brain without hands, feet and resources. Therefore, we can only use indirect methods to control the progress of things. When we strive for the completion of Super Gaochuan, it is the most ideal state. . If when we confirm it, we still can’t find a way to deal with it—whether Super Gaochuan is that way, in fact, it’s still uncertain—then we can only pray for a miracle."

"It sounds like the success rate is not high." Gao Chuan replied.

Doroth was silent at the time, because what Gao Chuan said was true. Although she didn't speak, she wanted to come to Gao Chuan. Another plan being implemented by the other herself, Gao Chuan who looked like a teenager, was indeed closer to the word "miracle." If the plan on his side is really exhausted, maybe he really can only rely on such a miracle-even so, Gao Chuan still feels it. When nothing is determined, it is definitely not correct to regard "miracle" as the first choice in advance.

Probably, the other himself understands this. Therefore, he didn't interfere with Dorothy's actions in an opposing posture. The other party must think so, "miracle" cannot be regarded as the first choice, nor is it the only choice, however. But it can't be completely absent. Dorothy and Shise did something down-to-earth, so if it's crazier, let another Gaochuan do it.

Gao Chuan thought, compared to his own side, the contradiction of thinking and inner conflict that he has to face is much more serious.

However, in any case, this kind of Gaochuan will eventually become one, at that time, whether it is my own distress. It's still another one of my own troubles, and they will all become Super Gaochuan's own troubles-since these troubles are already scheduled for someone, then don't think too much about yourself now.

Gao Chuan couldn't help smiling as he thought about it.

These things and thoughts have happened some time ago, and Gao Chuan now thinks about it, and he no longer feels confused. Why do I exist, what kind of situation is the plan I am implementing, what kind of situation I am in, and what enemies I need to face recently. In the longer term, what difficulties need to be faced... and so on, things that were once unclear to people have gradually been lifted.

The reality in the hospital is as serious as the situation in the doomsday illusion, no matter what you have in mind. The time has come when we can't delay any longer, can't make mysteries anymore, and have to send arrows on the string-this is what Dorothy mentioned. Gao Chuan really wants to know the details of the reality of the hospital, but this is the only point. Dorothy was unwilling to specify. Her attitude naturally inevitably makes people speculate on the worse side, but Gao Chuan quickly gave up this meaningless speculation.

Gao Chuan used his brain to filter all kinds of "task lists" over and over again. He has what he wants to do, what others hope, and some are his own responsibilities, but some do not necessarily need to be done by himself. Do, there are in the hospital reality, these can not be implemented for the time being, more are in the doomsday illusion, these need to be reviewed and re-arranged based on the information they have obtained.

The number of these "tasks" has greatly exceeded Gao Chuan's inner judgment that can be completed before the end of the day. These must be done, or what you want to do, according to the pre-judged processing time and the size of the influence, complete the new arrangement. The task list was pulled down on the retina screen, and Gao Chuan couldn't help touching his left eye.

"Mr. Gao Chuan, why are you staying here alone?" A voice came from behind. Gao Chuan’s retina screen had already displayed the other person’s appearance. The person here was Jung who had dealt with him several times—from some kind of In a sense, he is considered an "old friend". He is wearing a suit with no special features, and his expression is not lively or humorous. It seems that the tablet is the tone of his character, and the voice without the ups and downs does not appear to be eye-catching-but, probably no matter what Who it is, at the first sight of him, you can realize that he is an "not simple man". He just exudes such a calm breath, maybe not so intelligent and violent, but it is impressive.

"You are an important person in this meeting. At least two-thirds of today's celebration was deliberately held for you." Jung said so, but it is hard to feel complimented, of course , It will definitely not make people feel ironic. These words that would appear to be of special significance in his population, for him, seem too plain and realistic.

"Ah, yes. I'm actually not used to this kind of occasion." Gao Chuan gave a friendly smile and said, "You know, the goal of the Whisperer is to become a truly mysterious organization, as the founder of I, of course, have a similar tendency-there are too many social factors here."

"Are you planning to live alone?" Jung showed a slightly surprised expression, but Gao Chuan did not feel any surprised emotion. This is a rather deliberate expression, "The more society develops, the more civilization progresses, although Some people think that the connection between people is also becoming indifferent, but I think that is not so correct. The connection between people and society is becoming closer, and society is the manifestation of individual interconnection. It can be said that in human society, the connection between people and people is actually gradually deepening-just because it is too deep, so. It is particularly resistant. This is the sorting out of commonality by individuality."

Gao Chuan listened quietly, smiled calmly, and then said to him: "It sounds interesting, but. I don't care about these things. I'm just not used to such occasions. As for why I was not used to it, I was in the past. Maybe I will analyze it carefully, but now, I don’t care much anymore."

Jung did not appear to be embarrassed at all because of this speech. Instead, he pulled a chair from the side, sat beside him, sipped the cocktail in the tasting glass, and said, "The feeling that Mr. Gaochuan gave me has changed a lot from the last time I met—— "As he said, he frowned suddenly and paused, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gao Chuan, have we met before?" This question was a bit weird in his mouth. However, for Gao Chuan, it is not a sudden question.

Let’s not mention the large-scale emergence of repeaters. Even in the past, there was a period of time when the entire world line of the doomsday illusion was forcibly distorted by the doomsday truth cult, and the influence continues to this day. Gao Chuan felt that Jung's impression of himself came from before or after the change in the world line. In fact, it is not important anymore. No matter what he realizes, when the repeater enters the battlefield again, all the situations he realizes will have new changes.

"This world is unstable. Is this because people's consciousness is unstable, or is it caused by the instability of people's consciousness?" Gao Chuan said to Jung, "Yes, we have seen it before, but You don’t remember."

Jung did not understand the first sentence, but the second sentence made him frown again. In any case, he couldn't think of when, in what place and under what circumstances, he knew it with Gao Chuan in front of him.

"It's you, Jung, why did you only come when I was alone?" Gao Chuan looked around. People were talking and laughing, arguing, and igniting wars all over the world. At this time, they seemed to have been thrown away. In the trash. But in such an environment, Gao Chuan, as the protagonist of the award, has not been disturbed by other people since he stepped down-the weird space was opened up around him, as if people hadn't seen or realized his existence. ——It is true, not because someone deliberately squeezed it out, just because Gao Chuan is testing the newly acquired conscious walking ability.

The network structure extending in all directions like a sky bridge is like adding a roadblock. Some conscious messages have to go around, some conscious messages have to change shape, and some are completely blocked and slide without restraint. To the side, some are entangled and become new roadblocks-it looks like the scene of a traffic accident, but in Gao Chuan’s observation, the behavior of these people did not show too much abnormality, as if The consciousness that prevails on the bridge network is not the same as their consciousness.

However, Gao Chuan’s subjective thought of "let oneself be ignored by them" received ideal feedback-not consciously, and clearly completed the process, but the ability to consciously walk in an unclear way , Directly realized his idea.

Jung was the first to break through this barrier of consciousness. He acted like he was completely unaware of what he had done. He just saw it, felt it strange, and then walked over to talk, which was an uncommon behavior.

In Gao Chuan’s past cognition of Jung, this man was not a conscious walker, but even Gao Chuan is still just a newbie in conscious walk at this time, and the blockade of consciousness bridges laid down should definitely not be the case. It was easily broken by a layman. There must be something special about Jung, Gao Chuan thought, but wouldn't it be the weirdest if Jung didn't have any special place?

Although he thinks so, Gao Chuan does not intend to unearth Jung’s secrets-in his list of tasks, he will leave this land of the United States in twenty-four hours at most, and then he will be in front of him again. The opportunity for these people to deal with should not be available in a short period of time. Jung's meeting was just a memory of Gao Chuan for a period of time, Gao Chuan thought so. In this memory, the relationship between Jung and Gao Chuan has no further meaning.

"Mr. Gao Chuan, you are leaving soon." Jung said, staring at Gao Chuan.

"Yes, I don't know when we will meet again, and under what circumstances." Gao Chuan smiled calmly.

"We will meet again, won't you? Mr. Gaochuan." Jung paused, and said, "The latest will be when the Nazis are eliminated."

"Ah, yeah. That's it..." Gao Chuan said so, picked up the wine glass and touched him, and said, "When the time comes, let's have a lively cocktail party." Even though he said that, it was just Gao Chuan himself knows very well that maybe "Gaochuan" and "Jung" will meet again, but at that time, "Gaochuan" will definitely no longer be the current Gaochuan. Then, will "Jung" still be the current glory Where's the grid?

"Maybe it's my illusion?" Jung frowned again. He felt that in just a few words, he frowned more than in the past week. There must be something wrong, but , But Jung could not find the specific reason, "Mr. Gao Chuan's statement sounds a bit..."

He didn't finish ~IndoMTL.com~, but Gao Chuan patted his shoulder hard and interrupted.

"Don't mind, it's not a death flag." He took the initiative to hug this middle-aged man with facial paralysis. In his heart, the brief friendship of comrades that had once had was like a rain in the spring. Here, green is all over the plain of the soul, "I will see you again, I promise!"

Yes, I will definitely see you again.

Even at that time, Gaochuan was no longer the Gaochuan it is today, but it is still Gaochuan. Jung is not what Jung is today, but he is still Jung.

Then, everyone met again at the moment of laughter in a world better than this doomsday world.

Then, for that day to come, we must say-goodbye.

May we see you in a beautiful new world.

Jung's expression freezes in astonishment. In front of his eyes, Gao Chuan has quietly disappeared, only on his shoulders, there is still the strength and temperature of the hug, and the "goodbye" that seems to be auditory hallucinations. (To be continued.)c