Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1951: Fantasy of more origin

The body Gao Chuan feels that he is melting, as if he is immersed in a large invisible solution. Although he is invisible and seems to have no eyes, he feels that he can smell the smell, a kind of like iron rust and biogas as the main body, most of the others Mixed smell. To him, this is not a pleasant smell, but it is not necessarily disgusting. It is like he has been used to living in such a smell. However, he knows very well that this is impossible, subjectively Cognitively, I have never lived in such an environment. The ability to adapt to this smell and the ability to endure the abnormal feelings like melting on oneself gradually made him a little confused. Whether he has really had a similar experience before, if he insists on it, he can only find the "hospital reality". The situation of those patients with doomsday syndrome in the final impression of "Hospital Reality", "Gaochuan" finally became no different from other patients with doomsday syndrome, turning into a pool of yellow LCL liquid.

Is the impression of the process and state the reason why I don’t feel unfamiliar with the state at this time, and even have some habit? Gao Chuan couldn't answer by himself. All subjective conscious feelings based on objective facts that have occurred can not be directly evidenced, and apart from being far-fetched, Gao Chuan has no other way to judge the changes in his own situation and the external environment.

In a word, the intense stimulus becomes weaker after the melting feeling rises. It seems to have passed the climax and head toward a predetermined ending. Such a foregone conclusion is wandering in the consciousness of Gao Chuan, making him feel that he can know in advance, no, he should, in fact, he already knows how his state will change next, but he can’t use it. His own language to describe such state changes is so complicated and beyond his own common sense and cognition.

Gao Chuan once again felt that he was becoming awake. He had been under intense stimulation and had not lost consciousness. However, when the feeling of "waking up" appeared again, he had to think that he thought he was During the waking period, in fact, I was not awake. Even if you can still think, it is probably like "thinking in a lucid dream". It doesn't matter when I fell into a state of conscious confusion. What is important is that I am about to "wake up", and I want to wake up eagerly.

It's like a fish suffocated on land diving back into the water. This is a very peculiar description. Most of the time, people are more accustomed to "returning to land from the water" rather than "returning to the water" describe. From the perspective of biological evolution history, this is of course for a reason. Many arguments believe that human beings, as terrestrial life, have already deeply imprinted their longing for land in their genes when they climbed onto the land from ancient aquatic origins. People here are so unaccustomed to living in the water, from the physiological structure, there is an instinctive rejection of life in the water, even if it is just a humid climate, it is already unpleasant, but after breaking through the inertia of this physiological instinct People know how to describe the changes they are not used to from the perspective of fish, but the emotions derived from language are still depressing after all.

Yiyi Gao Chuan is very clear that after receiving a certain cultural education, he must have many ways to describe his feelings. It is by no means necessary to use the "fish returning to the water" as an analogy, but he naturally Used this analogy. If placed in a common-sense society without any abnormalities, this kind of inspiration is still a normal manifestation of consciousness, but when one is in a weird state and is suffering from all the tortures of the non-sense, even this seems common in a common-sense society. The analogy also seems to have a deeper and more distorted meaning.

Just as Gao Chuan felt that way, he heard the sound of water. Like ocean waves, like tidal water, hula rushing up at once, although it will recede, but the frequency of rushing is faster and more ferocious, the water is rising, slapping the reef. Obviously he was in a state of being awake and not awake, and he couldn't see the real thing that produced such an impression at all, but the scene of the high tide coast was still portrayed and formed in his heart little by little. Gao Chuan did not see the specific outline, but only the thoughts and words woven in his heart let him know what kind of high tide it was, what kind of coast, there were sandy beaches, dark reefs, and thick gravel. The edges were vaguely glued to other gravel, undulating, and there were even some depressions that looked like footprints, as if something had come up from the other side of the sea.

The sound of the tide becomes stronger, but it is not bright, but rather low and dark, just like the low dark when rendering those deep plots in a movie, as if all the backgrounds are alive, but they are all to set off the same kind of unknown omen. The beach and the sea are illuminated by light, but it is not clear whether it is sunlight or moonlight. Of course, the light is also dull and dim, and all the colors are covered by a rich light film reminiscent of disaster. At times, it looked like orange-red, sometimes it looked like stale blood.

The light is still sparkling in the rising tide, there is a complex rhythm, like pushing something that sinks under the water, looking from the beach, almost only from the feeling that the light brings I imagined, however, that the fantasy suddenly became a more tangible situation. Something really got out of the tide. The body is tall, strong laterally, limbs, and people standing upright. I can't see the specific details, but I feel that they are all. More than two meters, even generally three meters away, is a real giant.

But that is not a "person".

The prosthetic body Gao Chuan is waking up and not waking up. For some reason, he can't help but sketch this lifelike scene in his mind, as if he himself is standing on the beach, looking at these inhuman things. Follow the high tide and walk into the land from the sea. He occasionally struggled from this absurd fantasy, but soon fell into it. The scene that only existed in his mind as if he had imagined it became clearer and clearer. The inhuman thing approached, completely separated from the water surface, leaving footprints on the beach, exactly the ones he had seen before. The depression seems to indicate that these things are not the first time they have landed ashore.

The dark and strong light of calamity draped on them, making them even more weird and hideous. Gao Chuan could not count how many of them there were in total, and he only felt that there were them in the coastline where he could see. Gao Chuan didn't know what they were and what they were going to do, but naturally knew that they appeared out of the sea purposefully as if something had been told to him.

Gradually, the light shining on the coast became brighter, but it made people feel even more unclear, because before it was compared to "unbright blood", now it needs to be compared to "blood just flowing out." Taking advantage of this light, Gao Chuan finally saw that they looked like fish faces, they were extremely ugly, strong and burly humanoid upright bodies, but their limbs were covered with green hard scales, and their bright eyes clearly possessed wisdom, so they could only use " "Murlocs" to call them vividly, and when he realized that they were "murlocs", another concept of "deep divers" spread in his mind. Here "deep divers" refer to It is this group of "murlocs", not the conscious walkers I knew in the past, but the feeling of "murlocs diving deep into the sea" is the same as the feeling of "conscious walkers diving into the collective subconsciousness of human beings" Coincide.

Gao Chuan knows very deeply that such metaphors exist everywhere in his thoughts, and they are not accidental. They are not caused by a mental illness that breeds delusions, but are more like prophecies. There is such an instinctive affirmation that makes him feel that the vague metaphors he has received are not predicting the future like a prophet, but only telling things that happened in the past in a strange and strange image. The vague way, spanning a huge period of time, tells of things that have happened without beginning and end.

Just like the fish people in front of us leaving the sea and gathering on this weird beach that does not know where they are located, it is a person who does not know the specific time and place, and does not know the cause, course and result of the event, but What actually happened. This is a fragment of a very important thing. Gao Chuan doesn’t know why he presents it in his mind in a way of “imagining it by himself”. However, if he insists on a reason, he believes that he is now falling into a kind of It's a peculiar state, so I can receive this information. Some "existence" that I know is radiating this information. It is not intentional. The information has been diverging all the time, but now I can come into contact with it.

This paragraph is like a delusion, like a fantasy, like an imagination, but Gao Chuan feels that the real scene is not over yet. A kind of vague scene flies by, which means that time flows quickly. With the same wisdom and common sense, on the beach, leaning on the sea cliffs, he built a huge and rugged complex of buildings covered with weird asymmetric polygonal structures. It is hard to tell whether it is a city or an incomparably huge building.

At the moment of completion, the fish people cheered and shouted loudly with words that humans did not understand. Gao Chuan felt that it was praise, such as praising the gods. They had similar concepts to the ancients, and felt that everything they created was great. Credit to the "God". Listening to their pronunciation, Gao Chuan thinks it is "kesu" or "coku lu". It is definitely not a tone that human physiological structure can make correctly. Maybe that is the title of "god", but Gao Chuan has a deep feeling. A sense of depression is definitely not the contempt of modern atheism against theism, but a depression when the instinct is irresistibly threatened, just like walking on a volcano that is about to erupt and wanting to hurry up. Leaving, but unable to do so, I can only worry, thinking that the volcano may erupt at any time and engulf myself.

Gao Chuan feels that the gods praised by these murlocs, the gods who built this weird and huge building for them, are on the deep and abnormal seabed and this "seabed" is definitely not the bottom of the sea in common sense, more It's like a description and metaphor.

Just before their celebration is over. Disasters are coming. They fell one by one, growing pustules, fever, as if they were suddenly infected with the plague, and even went crazy, attacking each other, sometimes excited, sometimes sluggish, the violent mental changes and the violent physical alienation at the same time Deepen, and eventually, they melted and turned into a pool of orange-red or yellow-brown liquid. Even the ground covered by these liquids, the rocks, inorganic soil, organic microbes, and flora and fauna, all covered by these liquids. Melting, losing the more and more contours, turning into another texture.

Countless murlocs died in an unknown amount of time. They built cities for their "gods", but they were not saved by the "gods". The dull and unidentified light of sun or moonlight is still shining on this beach. A hazy behemoth, as if it is dialyzed from the sea and the geology, when it is realized, it has been vaguely Exist in front of Gao Chuan.

In this weird scene as if he had imagined it, Gao Chuan always felt like a ghost who would not be noticed by the characters. No murloc can see him, because he is separated from them by a long time and space, and even the way of existence is different. However, the behemoth that has suddenly emerged now makes Gao Chuan feel that he has nowhere to hide. It penetrates the boundaries of consciousness and material, and penetrates the distance between time and space. For Gao Chuan himself, the extremely deep barrier seems to be in front of it. does not exist.

However, it did nothing, and Gao Chuan didn't really see what it looked like. It appeared, staring at Gaochuan, and then sank into the ocean again. After a while, there were terrible vibrations and noises from the ocean, and the light all over the sea suddenly became bright red, like bleeding from the sea. The surface layer is about a few hundred meters below the sea surface suddenly becomes transparent, like the purest water, being lifted by the impact emerging from the deeper seabed, turning into huge waves and hitting the beach, hitting rocks and cliffs. Shattered. Gao Chuan only saw the sky at this time. The sky exists, but it is definitely not the sky of the earth that he is familiar with. Whether it is stars or the color is wrong, some essential astronomical phenomena have changed. Combined with the shaking of the earth, the sky is broken and the earth is cracked. It's not an exaggeration.

The hurricane came, the ground collapsed, and the tsunami raged into the distance. Then, Gao Chuan felt that the concept of a planetary world with this huge sphere of land and sky shattered into countless pieces, and the hot core was extinguishing. The atmosphere was completely non-existent. Hundreds of meteorites flew by accidentally and smashed on the shattered planet. Gao Chuan heard a sound that could only be described as "wailing".

Not one voice~IndoMTL.com~ but many no, at least two.

For no reason, Gao Chuan suddenly understood the meaning of this voice: one of them was the culprit that brought his world to the "doomsday". The "virus" was the behemoth that was dialyzed out on the beach, and it was also killed. A terrible monster of all murlocs.

Gao Chuan felt that he understood something. The "virus" and the murloc **** "kesu" clashed. I don't know who will win or lose, but when the planet is destroyed, they are also injured.

As soon as he understood the meaning, he suddenly woke up, violent sparks were beating on his limbs, and a layer of hideous armor was being welded to the prosthetic body he had completed. Now, his body It was more than two meters, fully armed, just like those heavily armored warriors in steampunk fantasy.

The prosthetic body Gao Chuan breathed subconsciously, and there was a screaming sound from the gap in the armor, and a grayish-white gas was ejected from it.

　　

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