Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2019: Metamorphosis

The chaotic, outspoken, and rough lines kept trembling, filling my brain, the outlines of people, and the outlines of words, just like opened pictures. What I saw, heard, and what I could feel were so different from what I saw and heard at this moment-"Unexpectedly, it was you, Mr. Gao Chuan who found here first." Turned out, it appeared on the mouth of this male figure. I couldn’t even hear my answer, but felt as if I had become a character in this picture, sketching out the shape with rough and complicated lines, standing in front of the same maze of lines, starting from a Tens of twisted angles face this male figure obliquely.

Then words like this appeared on the mouth of the humanoid "I": "...I didn't expect you to be alive, Jung."

That's all in my mind. I don't quite understand, have I really figured out who this male figure is? What kind of power is it that fills my mind with the picture formed by this kind of chain judgment, so that I can still "think about it before speaking"? No, rather, I don't feel like I'm talking, because I can't hear my own voice. I feel that there is actually no way to "think" deeply. My brain seems to have no space left to "think", but in fact, when I "see" myself saying something like this, I already understand it. It's not that I didn't "think deeply", but that part of the "thinking" is already different from normal people. Moreover, in addition to caring about his own state at this time, he was also extremely surprised by the "Jung" he blurted out.

The picture of the self-image feedback observed by the linkage judgment in the mind. The human figure that is completely outlined with lines shows a "surprised" appearance. Although the facial features are not clear, it is a very vivid way of depicting .

On the opposite side of "I", the male figure seems to have peeled off a layer of his own skin-in fact, it may just have taken off the cloak covering the appearance-revealing more defined facial features than before. In the picture presented in the mind of Interlocking Judgment, the five senses are simple and hideous. Circles, squares and triangles form the eyes, nose and mouth. The edge lines of each contour are constantly twisting and appear weird. The ferocious look is completely different from the appearance of normal people, but I think, if you really just look at it with your eyes, Jung will still look like the Jung I know.

Of course, Jung in this doomsday illusion only knows me in this doomsday illusion. Only me is different. I have seen him in this doomsday illusion, and I also know him in the past doomsday illusion. , My friendship with him, my unilateral impressions and emotions towards him, are far less indifferent than he thought.

I think I should get rid of this kind of out-of-control as soon as possible. The observation phenomenon caused by the chain determination is better. In this abnormal scene, I can hardly communicate with other people normally. I am a person full of limitations. No matter how many times I have said "I am not a human being", I have not been able to get rid of human sensibility and perspective. I just feel that the scenery becomes abnormal and I feel unable to Adaptation-In the end, what I like is still using human perspective, human perception, to recognize the image of things.

I was silent, condensing the influence of chain judgment that was like a runaway, trying to imagine that I could adjust my brain in some way. When the picture outlined by the lines in my mind becomes blurred, it follows the direction that makes it more blurred, and in this way, with instinct, the normal sense of sight and hearing is restored little by little. It is not easy to do this, but as it is now, no matter what you do is not easy, I feel that I have no spare time to complain.

Then, I once again saw the man walking out of the maze from a normal human perspective: the same appearance as before, um, maybe because of a strong feeling of exhaustion, a feeling of forcibly cheering up, So I feel a little older, but this figure, this appearance, and the temperament that this image exudes still make me full of nostalgia.

"Long time no see, Jung." I know that Jung in front of me is only Jung of this doomsday fantasy, but I still can't help but be affected by the feelings of my comrades-in-arms in the past.

"...Long time no see? Mr. Gao Chuan, we don't seem to be so familiar." Jung's tone was as expected, plain but unfamiliar, with a bitterly unfamiliar feeling. If it were another me, the transfiguration Gao Chuan he was familiar with, the exchanges between the two parties would be different, and the things to do after meeting would be different. It is a pity that I am here.

"It's a shame to see it this way." I couldn't help but laugh at the confused emotions.

"..." He obviously couldn't understand the emotions I was showing at this time, nor could he understand these words of mine. After a moment of silence, he turned the topic abruptly and asked: "Why are you here? Destroyed After the Las Vegas repeater and the 51st zone repeater, what do you want to do this time?"

"Do you think I'm an enemy?" I asked back.

His hostility is obvious, and he has a strong tendency: "I have no doubt about this. Maybe you will say to help us, but it is like the operation in Las Vegas and later At first, your assistance seems to bring benefits to the collaborators, but it will only become a greater disaster in the end."

"It seems that you are still worried about the destruction of the Las Vegas repeater and the 51st district repeater." I did not deny his accusation against me, although I may not be holding it in my arms. Other people’s thoughts, but my behavior is indeed not authentic in many places, "Are you hating me? Jung. I remember, you also have a position in the 51st district, although in this world, you have many identities, but , The real you is still that enthusiastic soldier."

"You destroyed two repeaters, but because of this we lost more than just repeaters, you know? You executioner!" Jung's always dull face appeared dull, and his blood surged to his face. They all turned red, and they stared seldomly, and their eyes were full of aggression-I never thought that a person like Jung would be so angry, and his inner emotions were stronger than when he spoke. The performance is even more surging. And, for the first time in so long, I have heard him use "executioner" to insult others.

Whether it is him in the past or the present, he always chooses the words very carefully.

"The executioner..." I couldn't help repeating it.

"Yes, executioner." Jung stared into my eyes, as if to see through my heart-but of course he couldn't see through, because now even I can't distinguish myself. What is hidden in his heart, it must be full of darkness, despair, madness, and all kinds of abnormal things, and "Jiang"—"How many people do you think your actions have killed?" Without waiting for my answer, he said He groaned in pain: "Hundreds of millions of people, billions of people, not hundreds of thousands, not monsters, all human beings... Almost all people in the world have died because of your actions!" He was almost Roared to me.

Billions of people...as I expected, consistent with the description I saw in my diary. Did Jung see that scene for the end? No, in the description of the diary, he should actually be one of the billions of people who collapsed with the destruction of the Las Vegas repeater and the 51st district repeater, not just him, There are also many of my former comrades in arms, such as files and others. However, since Jung finally appeared in this place, it means that the description in the diary is not complete. In fact, I have already guessed that my diary that has become weird is just a rough idea. Part of what has happened is described in an artistic and artistic direction, because when I first decided to write a diary, it was not a rigid record, but in the form of an "adventure novel". Since it is not a historical record, it is not a biography. It is fantasy adventure novels, which are inevitably modified and deformed.

The content in the diary is vivid, but it is definitely not a "complete fact".

"Why don't you speak? Do you think silence is always useful?" Jung pressed forward step by step.

Although he is very powerful, he does stand on the side of justice-even if I think he is on the side of justice-but what he calls "the culprit who killed billions of people" is me It is not because of emotions such as escape or guilt that you are silent. The silence was just because I couldn't explain it, and the other party couldn't understand it. My mind can no longer take normal thinking as all. Maybe Jung thinks there are other better ways to go. He even thinks that I am mentally ill. I did such a cruel thing because of my insanity. Or maybe I think I'm just making an excuse to shirk responsibility for my actions. .

"...What do you want me to say? Jung. Apologize for the dead? Admit that I have committed an unforgivable crime?" I asked back.

Jung's angry expression froze suddenly, and he looked at me incredulously, as if he felt I shouldn't say such things. His surprised expression stopped his approaching action. After a while, the surprised expression gradually receded. As if he had finally thrown away something heavy, he returned to that indifferent and indifferent. Expressions.

"I understand, I understand." He said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, and I didn't understand what he understood. I only heard him say like self-deprecating: "With you Such a person does not make sense in any case." His gaze lifted up and he was extremely strange: "Our logic of thinking is already completely two different tracks, and the criteria for us as human beings are already two parallel ones. To the limit. I’m guilty of being stupid. Talking to someone like you is no different from talking to those fanatics of Doomsday Truth. How can I expect you to say what we want?"

He said, I am no different from the fanaticism of Doomsday Shinrikyo...In some ways, I also think that there is not much wrong with this statement. I must admit this. Although I still regard Doomsday Truth as an enemy, I neither resent them, but also understand their existence and behavior in a deeper sense. I am a manifestation of approaching them. . Although there is an old saying that "the one who can understand the opponent best is the old enemy", but often such old enemies are like the shadow of the opponent.

I, maybe it is the shadow of the Doomsday Truth Sect, or the shadow of "Gao Chuan" in the shadows contained in the Doomsday Truth Sect.

"I can't refute it." I said, "However, the Doomsday Sect is still my enemy. You can rest assured of this."

"No, I won't worry about you, you fake! You are not Gao Chuan at all, what are you?" The always calm Jung made a deep guard.

Sure enough, can't you admit that I am Gao Chuan? Indeed, in their eyes, the real Gao Chuan should look like the other me, a solid body, a strong will, and a heroic behavior. It is either to give charcoal in the snow or reverse the trend, and the appearance is mature and thoughtful, as if as long as he is still There is still the power to fight back... But I am not like that, I am just a high school student who is accompanied by monsters.

Even so, they are still wrong, so I am "Gaochuan". They who can't admit this, even if they are hostile to me, they won't be able to do anything in the real sense in the end. They originally thought that I was part of the prosthetic Gao Chuan, they should have continued to think along this direction, but when they simply regarded me as a "monster", they cut off the connection between me and the other me At that time, they lost the possibility of knowing me correctly-in this doomsday illusion full of mystery and consciousness~IndoMTL.com~ This is a fatal mistake.

"...It's a pity." I couldn't help but feel sorry for Jung's misjudgment. In my opinion, he should be a more calm and shrewd human. However, he still made a mistake. Is it because of the consequences of the collapse of billions of people caused by the destruction of the repeater? Whether it is witnessing such a terrible sight, or being a member of it, the mental shock to a normal person is unimaginable.

Jung seemed to feel my undisguised emotion at the same time. He seemed to feel humiliated, but he endured it because of his temperament.

"You guy...what is your purpose?" he said.

"Are you performing the ceremony with the torchlight person? Would you like to add me?" I asked with a calm smile.

"You...you!" He stared into my eyes, as if seeing something terrible. The emotion that could have been suppressed burst out all of a sudden, overflowing in his face. superior.

I don't know what he saw, but obviously, he was scared.