Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 162: Tianmen Project
162 Tianmen Project
Why did Marceau go to open that obviously strange incubator? Her expression and actions at the time were very strange, as if she had been possessed by something. (
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To be honest, I am very worried about her. She is the kind of woman who can make anyone feel good about her, and more importantly, she is the only person I meet in my dreams. What is the difference between her and me compared to others? So that only we have entered the dreamland?
Fortunately, I know her name and appearance. I can find her through various channels, and I must find her.
It's not just Marceau, I also remember the looks of the female ghost, girl and boy. Those graffiti also remember clearly.
I don't want to think about Marceau's fate. I would rather think that she wakes up just like me, but there is a voice that keeps reminding myself that if she encounters misfortune, it will give us more information. Just like dealing with a vicious criminal, if the other party is smart enough and closes quickly, it will be difficult to catch. But if he continues to commit crimes, clues will follow until the truth is revealed.
We hope to be able to stop the other party before the tragedy happens, but the reality is that if the other party does not cause the tragedy, we cannot catch him.
I pulled my arm out of Fu Jiang’s breast and put it on my head. Before dawn, take a good rest.
I don't know how long I slept, it seems that only a few minutes have passed since I closed my eyes. Dreaming without Ranwen Novel.com, I can feel my consciousness drifting around, occasionally I can feel the movement of people around me, and I want to open my eyes, but my eyelids are very heavy, and my head and body cannot move freely. , As if the soul was imprisoned in a strong cage.
Although I feel that as long as I calm down, I can fall asleep deeply, but there is an inexplicable sense of fear, as if once I fall into the deep darkness, I can never wake up. So, I was struggling desperately in the groggy. When a ray of light made my eyes pale, and the sound of the clock came into my ears, I broke free of my confinement and suddenly opened my eyes.
I feel very sleepy, staring at the ceiling for a while before I feel better. I tried to move my body, my neck and back looked like rusty gears.
The door was pushed open, the sound of footsteps approached, Fu Jiang's face came into the view of the ceiling. She looked down at me and looked down slightly, and she could see the deep cleavage exposed by her bending over. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were **** at some point, and the sunlight shining in dyed her outline with a round of golden light, full of vitality and energetic. I realized that it was early morning.
"Are you having a nightmare again?" Fu Jiang kissed my forehead, "Breakfast is ready, go and wash your face, your face is not so good."
"You did it?" I was still a bit at a loss.
"Sakiya made it, and it looks pretty good."
Yesterday’s memory burst out of my head, suddenly diminishing the drowsy feeling and the strange dreamland. I tried to think about it and felt that the thoughts I had organized that night had become a bit fragmented at this time. It's like sunlight not only dilutes the haze, but also dispels dark memories and thoughts. Maybe I should use paper to take notes, but I'm so tired.
"I had that dream again." I said.
Fu Jiang didn't speak from Ranwen Novel. He just turned his head to look at me with bright eyes. She knew what dream I was referring to.
"I met a woman named Marceau." I don't know whether I want to tell her or tell myself, "I want to save her, but I may have failed."
If you change to someone else, you might comfort me and say that it's just a dream, but I know that it's not just a dream.
"Maybe?" Fu Jiang just said to me: "Failure is not possible. Since you are not sure, then I think you will see her again."
"Well, I hope so." I felt a little better after her unraveling. Sitting up with her help, I felt a little backache.
"What kind of woman is she?" Fu Jiang said.
"Psychological therapist, senior woman." I remembered Marceau’s self-introduction and touched my chest unconsciously, but unlike in a dream, I didn’t have clothes on my body, and of course I didn’t. The business card she gave, even the photo of Irene was not there. I remembered that Irene’s photo was in the hands of the owner of the optical shop, and no matter how I recalled it, I couldn’t remember the content on the business card. Ah, this is reality. I deeply feel the martial arts of the universe, the holy king makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne, asks the devil, the world, the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandonment Moving the universe will kill the night god, the **** seal, the throne, seek the devil, the world, the nineth heaven, the strongest, abandon the Shao Da Zhou imperial family Between night and night, separated by a bottomless cliff, standing on this end and looking at the other end, what you see is covered in a white mist.
"Girl? My skills are much better than women." Fujiang drew a wicked smile and hung his head between my legs.
My spirit is a bit depressed, but my body reacts sensitively. The comfortable feeling ran along the nerves like an electric current, and it was only a minute after the battle was over. She swallowed the turbid liquid into her stomach with ease, and licked her tongue unconsciously. As she said, my body seemed to be unloaded, and my head became sober under the impact of pleasure.
"Look, isn't this much better?" Fu Jiang pulled me up.
When I went down to the living room, Sakuya was taking off my apron, and the breakfast on the dinner table was no different from what I usually cooked. Butter bread, milk, and fried eggs look steaming hot. These are the only things in this country. I thought it was novel earlier, but I missed the domestic dishes this time.
"Good morning, Agawa." Sakiya turned around to say hello to me when he heard the movement. She has a good complexion, it seems that the embarrassment of last night has been swept away, and her face is not reluctant, as if she lived with me in the **** market. Although I didn't deal with Fu Jiang very much last night, the feeling of tit-for-tat has faded a lot now. She put on jeans today, her legs look more slender and stronger, her upper body is still a white shirt, but the hem is tied.
After washing, I put on the glasses I bought yesterday and looked at the mirror. Feeling that her hair is a little longer, she asked Sakuya for a rubber band and tied her back to her head. For some reason, the face in the mirror is sometimes distorted, deep in outline, as pale as a patient, but it is completely normal after blinking. The first time I saw that face, I was shocked, but gradually I got used to it.
Whose face is that? But it must not be my face. None of the people I have ever met looks like that. I don't know if it is because of my mental weakness that I have hallucinations, or if there is a hint of some kind of power to me.
"Ajiang said, you often have nightmares these days?" Sakiya asked, tearing the bread in small mouths. She used a nickname for Fu Jiang, and it seemed that she was really uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Well, it should be related to this mission." I said.
"Have you done your report?"
I just remembered her mentioning that. There were too many things happening yesterday, and there was no time for Ranwen Novel.com to sort out the report. However, if the dreams about the mental hospital are frequent, no matter how hard you report, you will not be able to keep up with the progress. I am a little worried that Jung will get angry. His attitude is not tepid, but he is a cautious and conscientious person.
"Don't worry, I've done it. Anyway, we are partners, so we won't get gossips even if we are together." Fu Jiang said indifferently on the other side.
Listening to her, I finally feel relieved. Fu Jiang is a master at figuring out people's hearts. She said that Jung would not pursue it, and that should be the case. However, what I experienced was a bit weird. After I explained it at the meeting, other people should understand it, maybe they would still be excited. From the perspective of a third party, it was indeed an interesting and significant experience.
On the way to the villa, I re-filtered the fragmented memories and put them in a notebook one by one. As a student in the past, I was sometimes complacent at the knowledge that I had mastered more than others, but after coming out of the doomsday illusion, I felt that my knowledge was too poor. Frequently used weapon applications, tactics and strategies, psychological analysis and intelligence screening, none of them have been systematically studied by Ranwen.com. Foreign languages are also so-so, only ordinary daily conversations can be carried out. Now I feel that I lack some talent for painting.
I wanted to draw out the characters and graffiti in my head, but I tore it off after I ticked out the outline. I don't want to be seen by people who are inferior to children's graffiti. When I tucked the crumpled manuscript paper into my pocket, Sakiya looked up at the front of her face with a weird expression, I think she must have seen it, and I couldn't help being very embarrassed. Although I took a sketching class in elementary school, I was only at an intermediate level in the class at the time, and I was not interested, so those skills had been left out for a long time.
So there are only a few lines left in the notebook:
——Reality——
Eileen@玛尔琼斯: The person involved in the fire in the mental hospital.
Marseille: Irene’s son, who left the town after the death of his parents, reportedly saw his mother Irene and suspected that he was not dead, so he returned to the town.
Owner of the optical shop: the firefighter of the psychiatric hospital fire, admiring Irene, the witness of Irene's death. @玛尔琼斯
Engels: Sheriff, he is suspected to be an insider of the psychiatric hospital fire. He tried to cover up the evidence and may have an underground deal with the murderer.
——Dreamland——
Mental Hospital: The cause is unknown, and the time is suspected to be the night before the fire. The outer hall is a church dedicated to the Virgin Mary. The inside is a sick building, and human experiments may be underway. There are graffiti in Room 107 and Room 113, the house number is removed, and the house number is engraved with a sharp tool. Monsters will be born inside. It is speculated that the monsters are related to the encounter of the room owner at that time and the subconscious mind.
Girl: The details are unknown. It is suspected that it was a patient in a mental hospital, or a relative of the patient, who may have died in the fire ten years ago, mostly in and around the graffiti room.
Boy: The details are unknown. The monster in the graffiti room appeared after the birth, and then escaped from the dream.
Marceau: Another person who entered the dreamland. The details are unknown. He may be in a small town, but he is not a town citizen. The life and death of the other person is unknown.
Face bug: It is suspected to be a monster born in room 107 of the patient's room. The person concerned saw a bug in the shape of a human face with a pattern on the abdomen, similar to the portrait in the graffiti on the door. The third person saw a flame. Feeling of being burned after being preyed.
Female ghost: Grimace, a monster born in Room 113 in the operating room. The facial features are similar to those in the graffiti on the wall. It is suspected to be a patient who was subjected to human experiments and has a brain problem. Screaming will produce shock waves, and head-on exposure will cause the human body to decompose.
The words missing and burn are circled. Although in the previous analysis of criminal files, all the methods of death were used to cover the disappearance, but since there have been fires in the past, the mental hospital in the dream now also emphasizes burning. The flame is likely to be the criminal label of the murderer. Confused with other methods of death.
Although I can write in more detail, the car has arrived at the villa. We just went up to the second floor, just in time to see Jung coming out of his office. He looked over and greeted him with a calm expression and voice as usual.
"You guys are really late."
"My condition is not very good." I said.
"You can tell. Did something happen?" Jung asked sharply.
"Yes, I said, I had a dream, and I did it again last night."
"It does not seem to be an ordinary dream."
"Yes, I think this dream must be included in the analysis again." I handed him the notebook.
Jung took it and kept walking, looking through it before entering the meeting room. He stopped at the door and returned the notebook to me, with a cautious look on his face.
"You have to analyze it at the meeting, is it okay?"
"No problem."
We opened the door and walked in one by one. Everyone else has arrived, and the meeting room is as lively as yesterday, and as it was yesterday, it became quiet as soon as Jung entered. Everyone knows that this day's work has begun. At this time, there was a report file in everyone's position on the conference table, and the four of us who came in at the end also distributed their report files to others.
"According to yesterday's team assignment, the team leader will report, and other people in the team can add." Jung said calmly, and then opened one of them: "Rock, you come first."
"Okay." Locke turned the ink pen in his hand and clamped it to his ear. Without looking at his report, he told his story confidently. I only knew at this time that the name of the mountaintop apartment was called "Mental Hospital". According to the salesperson, this name is unlucky, but combined with the history of the town, it has a unique charm. After all, their customers are people who are full of curiosity, looking for weirdness and excitement.
"That is to say, the name is a fishing lure." Locke described. "However, I think it is not just ordinary guests, but maybe other meanings. Many years ago, the legendary wizard named It is very important to see, they think that the name is full of mysterious supernatural power."
"Yes, the wizard feels that if his name is known to other wizards, his life will be controlled by the other wizard." Bach interjected: "Although this looks like a myth, in modern scientific research, The name also has an extraordinary meaning. It represents characteristics and inheritance. Once the name is lost, the role of existence will be blurred and gradually lost. I wonder if the apartment will preserve some of the legacy of the mental hospital in the past. ? And these heritages can only work under directional names, such as the results of psychological and spiritual research similar to religion.
Yesterday afternoon, BT asked me to look up a person's name, and I found something interesting. "
Bach said as he got up to play with the slide projector, like a kid who couldn't wait to show off his newfound discovery. After a while, a bust of a woman was projected. That kind of arrogant and indifferent look, and the costumes full of nobility, is not exactly Irene@玛尔琼斯 who else.
"This lady is named Irene@玛尔琼斯. She was one of the victims of the fire that year. Her husband is Munke@维特 and her son is Masai@维特. Irene was born in a family with a long history. She has a knighthood, but by the time Irene’s generation has been cancelled, and she is the only descendant left. It can be said that she is very thin.
Eileen was confirmed to be mentally ill in her early years. After she married Munch, she moved to the town for recuperation. She gave birth to her son Marseille. It was Mr. Sent, the original owner of the Mountaintop Mental Hospital who was responsible for delivering the baby. What’s interesting is that Sent and Munch are good friends, they studied at the same university, their mentor is also the same person, they also have doctorates in psychology, sociology, and medicine, and they have participated in a project codenamed under the funding of the state. 'Tianmen' top-secret research project. "
"Tianmen?" Jung frowned, "I seem to have heard of it somewhere."
"This is a classified study supported by multiple legal religions and not disclosed by Ranwen.com. They tried to explore the secrets of the soul through the human subconscious mind, collective consciousness and death hallucinations, and claimed to have obtained a project titled ' The research results of the thinking style."
"Missing body? Does it mean the soul?" Dada asked.
Most of the people present here have a puzzled look~IndoMTL.com~ I have recently read a lot of myths, weirdness, spirituality and consciousness, so I know some definitions of the mindfulness.
"The so-called mind body splits from a mother body with soul life, and is similar to the existence of a clone without self-consciousness. There may be more than one mother body, and it is possible to have self-consciousness. The mind body is often produced because The maternal body has a strong desire without the completion of Ranwen Novel. Part of the consciousness is scattered to form the thinking body.” I explained: “So, the thinking body is not so much the soul, it is the residue of human consciousness, and it is likely to be death. Some of the strongest emotions and desires in the past. The only thing that it has in common with the soul is that it can exist without relying on the body."
"It sounds more theoretical than the soul. Has the mind body been determined to be real?" Jung asked calmly.
"No, it is the same as the soul. It is a type that thinks it exists but has no evidence to prove that it does exist." Bach said: "Although'Tianmen' claimed to have discovered the mind body, it was unable to find evidence. And there is no evidence. In the future, for unknown reasons, the research was suspended and all the files were sealed. I hacked into the relevant database, but there was no relevant information left by Ranwen Novel."
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