Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1840: This is my last obligation

When I closed my diary and turned my head to look at the room opposite the window, Dr. Ruan Li was no longer there. The room opposite the window in the fastest update of Apex novels gradually became monotonous. It was not that there was a problem with the furnishings, nor was it a change in color. The details that were visible to the naked eye seemed to have not changed, but maybe it was because it was empty. For this reason, there is always a feeling of "lack of soul". This room has become banal, even more boring than those weird and amazing rooms, and more people don't want to enter it. I used to be able to look at the doctor Ruan Li who was also looking at me, but her disappearance made me feel that many things were leaving me.

Then, in this far away atmosphere, I felt a certain emotion. I can't tell the taste of this emotion, but I think it urges me to act.

I looked at the wall again. The clock that appeared there was still there, and the hands had stopped at one position. I thought I should be able to judge the time clearly, but when I looked at the number pointed by the hands of the clock, I felt a trance. . I only had the feeling of "it was very late", but I didn't know the specific moment. Later, in retrospect, I didn't even have the idea of ​​checking the clock. An irresistible tendency appeared in my perception, prompting me to subconsciously turn my gaze to the side of the clock. I remember there was nothing there, but in front of me today, there was a day on the wall.

The date is a certain day of a certain month in 1999, and I cannot observe a specific day. What I mean is, although I have the idea of ​​specific understanding, even looking at the day can not form the exact date information in my mind. This unprovoked hazy feeling made me suspect that I was still in a dream, a precursor to a nightmare.

Even so, I still know what decision I just made before, and how I want to act. That voice from the body and heart urges me to act. I stood up from the table, sat down, stood up, and sat down again. I don't know what I was doing. I also knew very well that I should escape this cycle, make up my mind, and be enlightened. I don’t think I used to be like this, but I don’t know why I was hesitating. Maybe it’s because, deep in my heart, with the voice urging me to take action, there is also an unspeakable great fear. It is so. It is deep, dark, and desperate. It makes people feel like they must stop acting, do nothing, bury their heads in the sand, and close their eyes so that all the horror that comes to the face will not really exist.

But, I still keep my eyes open, an emotion that is as energetic as this horror, which prevents me from doing nothing. I stand up, sit down, and stand up again. This time, I don’t want to sit down anymore. . So, I pushed down the chair and overturned the table. I roared, trying to use the roar to dispel the fear and hesitation in my heart, to fight against the cowardice that has always existed in my heart, covered by madness and pretending to be strong. I am afraid. I am not afraid of a specific enemy, nor am I afraid of a dark-looking future. What am I afraid of? Maybe it's the uncertainty that jumps up in front of the cliff? Maybe the unknown unknown?

However, I was roaring, but I didn't hear my own voice. I overturned the tables and chairs, and did not hear them hitting the ground. I feel like I am in the era of black and white silent movies. The silent film entertains the audience with exaggerated movements. A voice was saying to me: Gaochuan, we must act.

Yes, when I act, I know what I want to do, what I should do, and decide what I want to do. In the past, I will act immediately. I want to be the same as my past self, just as fearless. Children galloping on the high wall. It's like being naive in the eyes of others, always doing dangerous things, without the slightest sense of risk. Because children and idiots have more power to act than anyone, not more than anyone, but more powerful than me now, than me at this moment.

I was just writing a diary in the Las Vegas repeater, but after I stopped writing, I became a cowardly person looking forward and backward? What is this kidding?

I can’t explain the changes that have happened to me, and I’m not sure what factors are affecting my character that should have been formed, but I feel that my mind is still sober and I know that something weird is happening to me is unacceptable. At the time, I knew that I was in a weird situation that I had never seen before. I can vaguely feel that one kind of power urges me to struggle desperately, and at the same time another kind of power tries to make me give up struggling.

In the Las Vegas repeater, what invisible things are attacking me? I can’t keep my thoughts and behaviors consistent?

The table and chair fell to the ground, and I threw my fist into the air, as if I was trying to grab the invisible enemy and hit it, but there was no sound, all changes around me suddenly became slow, and the texture of the ground was also Suddenly it gives a soft feeling. The tables and chairs should have been motionless on the ground, but before my eyes, they jumped up, as if they had just landed on a flexible cushion.

No, it should be said, it's like a process that has already happened for several seconds has been stolen, and the table and chair are as if they had just been pushed down.

I saw things on the table, pens and diaries, and slowly slid out of the table and fell towards the ground, while the table and chair bounced off the ground out of sync, and everything seemed like a slow-motion shot.

The scene I saw was supposed to be coherent, but at this time it was more like cutting out frames from the coherent picture, staggering the original timeline, and then stitching them together again. Although it looks similar to the original process on the surface, the essence has been very different. What should have happened this time is overlapping and intertwined, mixing together in a contradictory form.

At this moment, a more violent shock, and the shock caused by the shock, spread all over the range I could observe and feel in an instant. I almost thought that the entire Las Vegas repeater was hit hard and almost knocked into the air. My body was thrown up, gravity seemed to have turned into an illusion, causing me to hit the ceiling heavily, and tables, chairs and objects on the table were also thrown up, smashed against the wall, and smashed the walls and windows. These things, which were originally made of materials that were not stronger than walls, are now like cannonballs.

Unreasonable, incomprehensible, absurd and strange phenomenon, like ripples, spread in all directions from the room where I was. Whether it is the chain judgment from the magic pattern or the identity of the Las Vegas repeater user, all these things that bring me strong feelings and strong perception abilities, all outline such a scene in my mind : Inside the Las Vegas repeater, it’s like a Rubik’s Cube made up of countless blocky rooms. When this Rubik’s cube goes out of the pool, the axis seems to be broken by some force, causing the blocky rooms to be driven by inertia. Spreading in all directions, the points of connection between each other and each other are becoming estranged, and it seems that they will disintegrate at any time.

What happened? I cannot thoroughly analyze the abnormal situation that occurred at this time. Of course, there have been various guesses. However, because I cannot understand the specific status of the Las Vegas repeater at this moment in detail, it is impossible to prove which guess is the correct one. of. For some reason, I have always believed that the person who really controls the Las Vegas repeater is Dr. Ruan Li, not myself. I only indirectly decided the Las Vegas repeater through Dr. Ruan Li. The course of action is no more. Now that such an abnormal situation has occurred, it is better to wait for Dr. Ruan Li to deal with it.

Although I feel so...but, Dr. Ruan Li disappeared. To be precise, there is no Dr. Ruan Li where I can observe and understand. She, who was still opposite the window before, disappeared without a trace.

I wanted to find the clock and the day on the wall, as well as the pens and diaries that fell from the desktop, but when I came up with this idea, I couldn’t find these things either. These things are like never Nothing has ever existed in general.

The voice that urged me to act, the sense of horror that made me tremble and retreat, so tit-for-tat, and becoming extraordinarily powerful in the tit-for-tat, it made me feel that I must be here. The contradictory heat melted until I stretched out my hand and came to the door subconsciously. I didn't remember how I came to the door. I had just hit the ceiling before, but at this time, I stood in front of the door intact.

No, I can’t say it’s intact. I’m aching all over. It’s a pain from the bones. On the inside of my right wrist, the four ridged magic lines seem to have just burned into the flesh.

In the heat and pain, the feeling of "I am weak at this time" was finally destroyed by a certain emotion, like a torrent roaring, directly crushing the river embankment. With the help of this force, I pushed open the door of the room. It was a very simple action, but it made me feel that the door weighs thousands of tons.

There is nothing outside the door of the corridor and more rooms, a vast blank space, spreading towards the endless distance, the floor is covered with transparent materials like glass plates, I can only be sure that it is not Glass, but it is impossible to confirm what material it is. The line of sight is enough to penetrate the glass-like ground and see things below.

I didn't see exactly what was under the ground, I just thought it might take a little further to see clearly. So I followed this feeling and did it. I walked out the door, stepped on the transparent ground, and the underground scene suddenly became clear.

Standing on this transparent floor, I also seem to be suspended in mid-air. I clearly recognize that I am inside the Las Vegas repeater, but I feel that I have come outside the repeater. Right below, a large and complex contour full of mechanical feeling is deforming. No one can be sure what it wants to become. It just feels that it has been deforming all the time, and there is such a sense of uncertainty. . At the same time, one can actually feel that in this huge outline, in this complex deformation, there is a terrible force stored.

This weird and huge mechanical body is not so much for attacking, as for restraining the terrible force inside it. Two pairs of eyes are looking at me. Their gazes are so sharp, and their sense of existence becomes extremely strong. I follow this sense of gaze and look farther under my feet, and the master of the eyes suddenly appears. In my mind, although the two of them are far away from the sky in terms of distance, the appearance in my mind is as clear as close to my eyes.

I immediately recognized that these two people were the other me, Gao Chuan, and the witch vv of the New Century Gospel. I don't know what kind of image I am in the eyes of these two people, but from the gaze looking at me, I feel surprised and relieved.

It's not just the eyes of these two people. After that, more eyes penetrated the distance and barriers and focused on me, giving me a sense of acupuncture.

In the next moment, I connected everything I saw before my eyes with what I had read in my diary: in order to reverse the sacrificial ritual of the Doomsday Shinrikyo, in order to provide enough strength to start As the time machine, Yitai Gaochuan decided to snipe all the repeaters according to the plan, and the assisting witch vv turned the entire doomsday sanctuary into a beacon in the collective subconscious mind of mankind. At this moment, it is the time when the repeater of District 51 followed the road sign and came here, and the "Junior Gaochuan and Las Vegas repeaters will also come" made by Dorothy and others. An expectation is that the appearance of the Las Vegas repeater and me is exactly the situation at this moment, just like an inevitable link in their "script".

Then

"The Las Vegas repeater will collide with the 51st zone repeater, and eventually produce a shock that is enough to shock all human consciousness on the level of the human collective subconscious..." In my heart, that The voice told me so. A strong emotion is not a negative emotion such as anger, but a more positive emotion, but it is so strong that my soul is about to burn. The thoughts that I have generated at this moment are burned out one by one, and only left is The next simple wish: you want to ~IndoMTL.com~ then give it to you!

This thought swept through my brain like a storm, just like blowing out a candle, letting the voice that didn’t belong to me, the strong fear that always existed in my heart disappeared. I know, they There will be a comeback, but at this moment, I am fearless.

It was like being driven by this strong emotion, this simple will, and like a ghostly hallucination controlling a Las Vegas repeater, Dr. Ruan Li accepted my idea, Las Vegas The repeater fell suddenly. I felt that the repeater was falling. I saw the red heat and a lot of sparks that seemed to be caused by friction. I felt the scorching wind swept in and the intensified sound. It was like screaming and exploding.

The swelling, burning, whistling, all the phenomena that I watched and felt, changed from intangible to tangible, from soft to hard, from plural to single. They surround me and the Las Vegas repeater, like a giant drill with us at the core.

I stood on the Las Vegas repeater, and then the huge drill under my feet spun vigorously.

Space, time, dimensions, and all cognizable concepts seem to be stirred in this violent rotation. (To be continued...)