Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1850: Deeper

The sight that cannot be seen, but can be vaguely felt, penetrates time, penetrates space, and seems to emerge from within one's own body, from within the soul, in every imagination and thinking of one's own After seeing so many weird and terrifying mysterious events, the file still couldn't resist this indescribable fear. This fear turned into a substantial impression, deeply imprinted in her mind. However, when she wanted to carefully grasp the outline of the impression, she found that it was like a misty mist, wriggling. Water, or layers of loose sand, will look different depending on the container it is loaded in, but it cannot describe its original outline.

The body of the file seemed to be electric shocked, and the body of the strengthened third-level Mageweave messenger could not avoid numbness. Her legs and feet softened and she almost sat on the ground. Until the file recovered from this indescribable strong sense of fear, it was impossible to determine how long he had been absent. She dared to swear that this sense of fear is absolutely extraordinary, and the things that bring fear are also absolutely extraordinary. From the perspective of human science, the so-called fear is only a physiological response caused by the conduction of nerve information. However, she has just endured it. My fear is definitely not explainable by this kind of reason—maybe I am wrong, but there is no doubt that it is this indescribable but strong fear, that brings this fear of gaze, I can't doubt Omi's rhetoric.

——There is really such a terrible thing, watching me from beginning to end... Maybe there are other people, everyone.

"...It's terrible, then, what is that?" The file muttered to himself. Omi’s voice seemed to come into her ears from a very far away, she vaguely heard, Omi said: "That's a virus."

The term "virus?" is very common, and its meaning in common sense is clear. However, the sense of fear felt by the file made her dare not believe in the meaning of "virus" in common sense. She felt that when Omi called the thing "virus", perhaps it was not simply describing the characteristics of the thing, because the thing was definitely not such a simple existence.

However, since Omi has spent so much time talking with himself, and at this time, he can react so strongly to such things, at least from the perspective of a mystery expert, believing in Omi is also It makes sense. Looking at Omi’s behavior from this perspective, File felt that her mentality was calmer. As a mystery expert, when faced with almost inexplicable mystery and weirdness, she always had to adopt some seemingly inhumane ways to break She didn't feel how "clean" she was in her moral restraint. It's just that the behaviors she had done in the past that seemed cruel to others were obviously just a piece of cake when compared with what Omi was doing now.

What Omi is doing now puts almost all human beings on the bargaining table, and at least these chips can't be recovered no matter if you win or lose.

The file wiped his forehead subconsciously. After the intense fear subsided, the feeling of being looked at was like an illusion. It was hard to find at this time. However, the file felt like a frightened bird. Treat one's daily routine as a secret routine.

"I, I understand." When the file said so, she felt that the resistance in her heart was much smaller than before. She tried to reorganize Omi’s position and think from the other side’s standpoint. However, no matter from the known intelligence or the existing methods, this approach seemed futile. The file still felt that her own Thinking is like knotted.

"Do you mean, have you decided to assist us?" Omi further confirmed.

"Assist...Should, anyway, I have no choice now. I don't want to die or become firewood. Without your consent, I can't get out of this place, can I?" The file's eyes turned to the surroundings. She did not find anything like an "exit", and since this mysterious asylum was located inside a London repeater, Zuo Jiang had the final say whether there was an exit or not.

"If you agree, of course I will let you go out, but if you pretend to agree and do anything after going out, although I don't think it will be useful, it will also waste my time and energy." Say.

"So, what do you want? Even if I promise to help you, with my ability and capacity, there are not many things I can do." The file said frankly, there is nothing to hide, the other party. Not a fool. Or it should be said that Omi was originally a genius, and he was also a person with experience in the past, luck and not stupid, but at this time, in order to resist the mysterious fear that constantly eroded his consciousness, he had to make himself more It used to be more stupid. Plus or minus, the file doesn't feel like it can take advantage of it just by using the meter.

On the other hand, the file is very clear. Although he is in the London repeater, and the London repeater is theoretically a public asset of NOG, the status of the network ball is obviously higher than that of the mercenary association he belongs to. A lot of it. No, from the current situation, NOG is probably finished, only the network ball is left, and it is only the core part of the network ball that is protected by the London repeater, and his identity and status have to be re-evaluated—— If you can get better treatment, it is also the blessing of human feelings. To interfere in the affairs of cyberball with such an identity, status and ability is simply idiotic dream talk.

Only in terms of creditworthiness, before the conspiracy is exposed, Omi is definitely higher than himself. The file really felt that in Omi's plan, he was totally dispensable.

"What you can do..." Omi tilted his head and said uncertainly: "Anyway, I have no idea for the time being. I just let you out by accident... No, maybe it's not accident, but a part of the script. Ring, I will definitely have such thoughts at this time. This is something they have set..." Omi’s muttering is very fresh in the eyes of the file. Although I don’t understand it, I understand its meaning literally. , It makes the file feel that Omi may still not be the "last shady".

The file is a bit concerned. Omi mentioned "us" several times in the previous conversation. Previously, the file believed that Omi should occupy the core position among the group of people represented by "we", but from the whispers of Omi, it is not exactly that. At least, the importance of Omi may be unique. , But it may not be the top priority.

The file is a little curious about who else in this "us" besides Omi. She faintly felt that she was actually familiar with these people. These people have been lurking by their side all the time, but when they are not aware of it, these people are always like "like-minded people"... To a certain extent, it is consistent with the actions of the cyberball, but the same action evolves into different goals and results after deepening.

It's probably like, everyone is playing for the championship of basketball. They have different goals, but they need to be united in action, have the same passion for winning and superb skills. But after winning the final championship, everyone will go their separate ways instead.

"Anyway, I still hope that if I can, I can put the option of'treating these people as firewood' at the end." The file tried again to propose. Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is a hypocritical performance, but at this moment, she does not doubt the purity of this idea-she just simply does not want so many people, right in front of her own eyes, simply , Was dealt with irresistibly, even if there were so many people, most of them were not she knew.

"If there is a choice, I have no problem." Omi shrugged, "Then, let's go out, and hope that the force generated by the repeater collision can activate the time machine as expected."

"Is the time machine not activated yet?" The file was a little startled. She always thought that the time machine was already working.

"It's not that simple." Omi said, "Simple things cannot achieve deep goals. Although I made a time machine, in the end, it is still a mysterious thing-even I don't know it. , How did I accomplish it at the time. Do you know? It's like an illusion-with a pop, trance, it has already formed in front of my eyes, and I just know that it was made by me , I will inevitably make it. Its appearance is like a part of a script, without reason and no reason."

"Script?" File has not only heard Omi's description, but she didn't want to refute or ask in depth. When she was thinking about it, she keenly felt the cold, as if she was telling her , This is not something that you should be exposed to now. She could vaguely understand something through the literal meaning of the word "script", but the defensive instinct prevented her from further thinking about it.

The file vaguely noticed that Omi was not in "us", not only did not have that unique and indispensable position, but her situation might have some similarities with her own situation. On the other hand, with such a strong mind and ability, it is basically a "Omi" of a monster covered in human skin, and it is just a chess piece, then, what is happening now, what terrible existence is in the layout? Thinking about it, it makes people feel unacceptable.

She observed Omi carefully, this beautiful humanoid face did not waver because of the "script". The file believes that Omi must know a lot, and must have more insights than herself, but since she has no signs of resistance, does it mean that what happened to her caused her to act like this, and she is happy to Can you bear it? In Filer's mind, he couldn't help but make such an evaluation: This monster... is like a fanatic.

Omi said to the empty place: "Open the door, Marceau."

Before that empty, a door suddenly appeared. The file can't describe the size and appearance of this door. It can only say "This is a door". The impression of a door, including the material, does not have any characteristics that can be described. If you insist on describing it, it's like seeing a door in a dream, but after waking up, you only have the cognition of "I dreamed of a door", but you don't have the memory of the details of the door.

The file suspected that her eyes had a problem, but no matter how she looked at it, the "door" was standing there, but she couldn't describe it anyway.

"Get out of here?" the file asked.

"Ah, that's right. Do you still have memories of this place?" Omi asked rhetorically.

Just as Omi opened the "door" and was about to go out, a hint of inspiration flashed in the file's mind. This inspiration made her suddenly feel a heavy feeling. In the time of urgency, she could not delve into it, but Subconsciously asked a question: "The war on the earth has ended, hasn't it?"

"Yes." Omi stopped and looked back at her with calm eyes.

"It was said before that the impact of the collision of the repeater interfered with the collective subconscious mind of mankind, which caused both parties to stop the war, right?" A clear question was gradually sorted out in the heart of the file. ~IndoMTL.com~ It's not just humans on our side that stopped acting, even the Nazis were not immune, so the war stopped, right? "

"Yes." Omi answered calmly.

"But, is this an impact in the collective human subconscious?" The file took a deep breath and asked, "Why did the Nazis stop their activities?"

Yes, in the minds of her and most mystery experts, in the cognition of almost everyone, today's "Nazis" are no longer the human lunatics of World War II in the past, but From **** to mind, they are completely alien, they transformed themselves into "monsters." By dissecting the corpses of Nazi soldiers, observing its basic structure, and analyzing the barely captured prisoners, we can prove this conclusion: the other party does not have human characteristics from the manifestation of the mental form to the physical form. .

However, the Nazis still suffered "shocks on the collective subconscious level of mankind." Isn't it weird? Monsters that are not humans have suffered the same damage as humans.

"Nazis... are they human?" The file finally asked the question that made her extremely concerned.

"Yes." Omi replied calmly and surely, "In a sense, the Nazis are inseparable from the human collective subconscious."

"How... maybe?" The heart of the file seemed to have received a hard punch. Omi replied with certainty, which made her mind confused. It was not that there was anything bad or good about the "Nazis", but It's just that the Nazis, who have been proven to be "not human" in all aspects, are still "human". This contradictory logic made her unacceptable for a while. .

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