Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2088: Relics
In front of the eyes of the unhusband, these seemingly ritual objects and symbols, and certain abnormalities that have occurred and are occurring, or certain clues, have a clear location connection-if, this connection It was not accidental, no, everything that happened in this hospital was absolutely not accidental.
——Who is performing the ceremony? Who produced it, or in other words, from whom did the ritual thoughts come from?
This question has never bred in the mind of being a husband, and will never go away. He stayed there for a while, then suddenly woke up, not knowing what he was thinking of, he only knew that he had been too focused on thinking before and lost his mind, and this kind of absence was indeed placed on the doomsday syndrome patient himself. , It's really not a good sign. If you don't even know what you are thinking, then what good is thinking? Or is it that when you think about it, all the benefits are taken away, leaving only the toxic residue for yourself? I made such an analogy in my heart, and I was also amused by my incredible thoughts, at least in a better mood.
Anyway... enter the passage first.
decided to do this without being a husband. At this time, what the principal said once again appeared in his mind: We did certain things unconsciously, which caused bad consequences without our own awareness.
Suddenly, it was a bit creepy. It seemed that the thought was reminding him, but he couldn't think of what it was. He made a hand and foot at the entrance according to his own thoughts. This was a mark, and he didn't know, it was impossible to imagine who else would follow. However, if someone really follows it here because of some clues, they might be able to see this mark. But to say that this is a message, he is not sure if he is not a husband. He is only on a whim, and he has the idea to leave a mark, just like when he goes to a certain place, he leaves some "something here for a visit." The mark of ", proves that I have done something like this. All in all, he just wanted to make this mark, so he did it-he took out a dagger in a conscious and tranced sense of contradiction. He remembered that this dagger was picked up from the corpse of a copy of Gaochuan. Yes, the copy of Gaochuan is very strong, but it is not so strong that it can't be done. It's just that it makes people crazy here. In the hospital, these lunatics can easily kill those sane armed personnel.
However, when and where, anyway, there is a memory that is now unclear. After the Gaochuan replicas captured the entire hospital’s armed forces, they also died in conflicts and some abnormalities. ——Ah, my head hurts, how could I forget it? Why can't I remember the specific details? If I am destined to lose my memory, there is a power that will inevitably interfere with my thinking, making it impossible for me to grasp what I have seen before, then why should I leave the outline of these shadows so that people have to care about it? The forehead was cold and sweaty. Had it not been for his strong will and endurance, he would have curled up on the ground and groaned.
Even so, he still wants to leave a mark, and his mark is engraved on this ceremonial pentagram symbol, which cuts it open like a crack. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart, no matter whether this pentagram symbol is related to the various abnormalities in the hospital today, no matter whether it is scientific or non-scientific forces at work, and no matter what his actions will bring to the future. Influence, but even a little effect of what he did was good, no matter whether the effect was good or bad, he was already unable to judge and couldn't do more things anyway.
Compared to doing nothing, thinking about nothing, for fear of incurring bad luck, or doing bad things with good intentions, not being a husband would be more open. Rather, he forced himself to look more open.
Although the ritual symbols of the pentagram were cut apart, the traces that were not too deep formed a peculiar shape with each other. I did not return to my mind, and after a closer look, I felt that this shape also had a strange shape. Feeling, even if I do it casually. However, now in this hospital, in the eyes of a patient with doomsday syndrome, probably no matter how normal things are, they will leave them with such a weird feeling when they observe and realize it. This is because of the environment, but it is undeniable that there is also a problem with my own spirit.
——idiot, do you know what you are doing?
There is such an idea like a flash of light, and it appears in the mind of a husband, as if talking to himself, he said to himself: "Maybe the person who left this pentagram symbol, in The person who put so many weird things in the locker doesn’t believe in religion at all. He just has a mental problem just like me, and suddenly has a whim. Yes, I know what I’m doing, probably like someone who doesn’t know who’s it. Same as the guy."
——This is an old seal.
In the mind of not being a husband, I suddenly had this idea again, as if I was telling myself what the pentagram is in front of me. I don't know where the name "Old Seal" came from, or it was like those fantasy creators, when they had inspiration for a while, they made up one. But from another perspective, he felt that these thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind, and his natural response to this thought, were simply personality schizophrenia or something-he no longer wanted to think deeply about specific scientific names. Anyway, he knew that he must know, because he had a doctorate, although he was a killer, he was able to work as a researcher in this hospital and lurking.
——Yes, you know, but you don’t want to think.
"Who are you? What are you... Are you me? Or another me?" I finally couldn't help but say. With that said, he suddenly realized that he had already passed through the secret door unknowingly, entered the passageway, had already walked a dozen steps, and was still walking forward. The last second of my memory still stayed when I carved the pentagram mark. I did something unconsciously, no, maybe not completely unconscious.
He wanted to listen to the thoughts that popped up in his mind again, only that it was a sign of another manifestation of his personality. However, for a while, he never heard it again. He seemed to be completely himself again.
Checked his own body: In addition to the tattered protective clothing and some tools and weapons, there are other things, and these extra things are obviously the same from what I do without subjective perception Taken from somewhere. He was already a little numb to such an abnormal situation, and uneasy things were happening to him. All the changes he suddenly realized brought him a fear of losing control of himself. However, compared to the terrible experience on the stage that day, compared to the person in charge, compared to some truths in the depths of the hospital that he has approached, what kind of fear is it?
He doesn’t want to live, but he is very aware of the lethality of the doomsday syndrome. This is a terminal illness. There is a buffer period, but in the current hospital environment, it will suddenly occur suddenly, and it is temporarily impossible to find a clear The law. Researchers have always referred to the cause of the Doomsday Syndrome as a "virus", but now, Fufu feels that it can be more clear: this is the plague.
Facing the fear of death, the fear in many cases no longer restrains his thoughts and actions.
The passage is so dark, I don’t know who was responsible for the construction, and I don’t know if the original plan is like this. It has a simple flavor, just like the people in the Middle Ages worked hard to dig a little bit by hand. Come out the same. There is no mechanized law and efficiency, which makes the roads and walls of the entire passage appear rough, and there is no light source. It is vaguely seen that some parts are equipped with lighting devices. However, in addition to "torches" and "lanterns", it makes people feel , Any technological light and appearance is a kind of blasphemy to the style of this passage, as if it should have been so primitive.
Fuzuo was also taken aback by his thoughts, and then he felt a little ridiculous, what on earth was he thinking? But no matter what, he took out the candle and lit it with a match. Although there were lighting devices such as a flashlight in his bag, he tried it and didn't know what was damaged and it couldn't light up.
The path is a bit tortuous. From time to time, gusts of cloudy wind rushed from the front, shaking the candle flame, giving him a kind of extinguishment at any time, and then he would completely sink into the dark heart palpitations. Obviously knowing that he shouldn't be so scared. Obviously, it is common for him to be in the dark when he is a killer, but the sense of fear cannot be stopped. Can resist, but cannot stop, unless there is a mental or neurological problem. I have heard of some symptoms and examples of fear loss. Based on the first nature of matter, it is logically reasonable to explain from the human body science. . However, if materiality is not the primary nature, and psychological fear is not entirely based on physiology, then it is impossible for mental and neurological problems to completely eradicate fear, right? In that case, any symptoms of loss of fear are just as superficial as pediatric jokes.
No, no, I'm thinking again. Stop, stop.
Not working as a husband, he heard himself talking to himself, and he also heard more auditory hallucinations, although he did not understand what it was. He left all of this, holding a candle, blocking the wind, and looking around in the passage. While walking, on the walls and the ground, he saw some linear graphs that seemed to be murals but full of a certain technological flavor, the most eye-catching of them There is nothing more than the loop in the circuit diagram that people can't help but think of. Only by seeing these things did Fuzuo feel that this place is really a research institute for cutting-edge science, not in a crypt dug by ancient people.
But, why should it look like this? I didn't understand it, and I wondered if it was because the funders didn't have enough funds when the place was built.
The more we feel the weirdness of this passage, the more there is a sense of contradiction between primitive and rough and modern civilization. However, in the latter section, the style of the passage began to become civilized, or to say, evolve toward the style of a civilized society, until the high-tech-style metal, pipeline, equipment and wiring were printed in his eyes.
"Oh, here--!" The husband exclaimed, because what he saw at this time was already of a high-end level in this isolated island hospital. It was a huge unit, and the high-risk warnings of the liquid nitrogen cooling device were everywhere. Some disc-shaped parts were just like some of the equipment he knew applied part of quantum theory. If that is the case, the high-voltage electricity here can be said to be used to cool these units.
I have to say that when I got here, seeing these cold machines gave me some familiar warmth and peace of mind, just like returning to my hometown in my heart~IndoMTL.com~Yes, this is it. . Fuhuo said to himself that he felt that he should be monitored by a camera, no matter who was working in the depths, this level of precaution was definitely there. However, no one came to greet. This place, including the next part of the journey, gave people a sense of lifelessness, as if there was no one, or everyone had run out and died. This feeling made the instinct of not being a husband a little nervous. He didn't know whether he was worried about his own safety, or he was afraid that the opposite trader had also lost his life. He would not be able to fulfill the principal's entrustment, and the devastating future was completely doomed, and there was no possibility of redemption.
"I have no malice. I'm here to ask for help. By the way, there is something I want to trade." Fufu said in the usual voice possible, not knowing who he was speaking to. He felt that the people hiding behind the scenes should be able to hear it, so of course he stated some of the information revealed by the principal and the conditions for gaining the trust of the other party. If the situation had not reached the point where he had not negotiated conditions at all, he would not do so. . Is the other party willing to believe that the chips they bring have transactional value? Do you regard all the strangers who enter here as enemies? He didn't know the person behind the scenes who didn't know who he was, and he didn't want to take any risks.
Although he doesn't fully believe in the words of the person in charge that are like fantasy, but this is the bargaining chip he has that can most interest some people. He wanted to come, no matter what kind of guy the person he was going to meet, but since he stayed in this hospital, he must have encountered weird things, and even, as the principal said, there is a part of the weirdness related to it. Then, those words of the principal are probably valuable in the eyes of the other party.