Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2142: Incoordination

What is this book—just thinking about it, I heard the urging of my companion: "What are you still waiting for? Come in quickly, who knows what weird things are hiding around?"

"Ah, I got it." Without a pause, he tucked the book into his arms. When he looked at his companion, the scenery in front of him had changed again. The irregular and radial building surfaces seem to be melting, and a huge shadow creeps on the indescribable outline, which makes people wonder what they are seeing. Fufu has immunity to these incredible landscape changes, but the sense of fear is hard to stop. When he saw his companions walk into the building one by one, he only felt that they had walked into the body of some kind of monster. This made him wonder, is this really the place where the color center is located? Does Dr. Ender go in and out of such an unpleasant place every day? How does he endure this pressure? Or is the scene he saw in his eyes different from the scene at this time?

The shape of Dorothy is also incredible and indescribable, but the unbelievable feeling formed by the combination of these radioactive irregular buildings and the huge visible shadows in front of them is even more rich and letting People feel terrified. It's hard to believe that if you don't be a husband, these companions really haven't been affected at all. He is a killer, and his psychological foundation is definitely much stronger than these researchers who have been working in the laboratory for half their lives, but now it seems that he is the only one who is frightened.

Being a husband only feels that the world is becoming more inexplicable. I couldn't see it before, but now these companions who have saved themselves are becoming inexplicable. It's like there is something behind the scenes that only you can see and feel, which is distorting everything that was originally normal, but turning the abnormal things into normal.

He originally had great expectations for meeting the **** center, and he also felt that it was a good thing to be found by these companions. With everyone working together, maybe he could really find a solution to the problem with the support of the **** center. But now, he only feels that the prospects are more pessimistic than he thought. Whether it is a change in himself or a change in these companions, there must be something that creates a deep gap between himself and these companions. . It does not lie in the ideological gap, but in the difference between observing and cognizing things.

I am a bit worried about whether more terrible things will happen once I walk into this building. However, even if I am worried, there is no way to change it. For no reason, the idea emerged in his mind: No matter what he did, he would just push the situation in a worse direction, every kind of change he wanted to make, and every kind of struggle stuck in the environment. , Are all contributing to some deeper collapse. He didn't want his thoughts to be so negative, but he couldn't stop the growth of this kind of negative emotions that seemed like a subconscious mind.

"Come on, don't be a husband!" The companion called out again.

Don't bite your teeth, throw away the overgrown thoughts in your mind, and walk towards your companion. Now he can only take one step and count one step, he said to himself.

The entrance of the building is also irregular, it doesn't look like a door at all, but if you want to say what it looks like, you can’t find a proper description without being a husband. Even the description of "entrance" is only inside and outside of its passage. Meaning, not its specific shape. It is not an open entrance like a parking lot, nor a closed chevron door, nor a round hole, nor is it a kind of fantasy story entrance that is either glowing or a black film. All known shapes and forms that have the meaning of "entrance" are different, so in the beginning, I don't even think that this is an entrance, but just a part of an irregular radioactive building.

I only saw the companion fish pierce through it, and then disappeared. Therefore, before I felt that my companions had entered the belly of the monster. When he followed his companion in, his head seemed to be hit hard by an invisible hammer, and he felt dizzy and his body became uncontrollable. It seemed that he would fall if he took another step. But when he took the steps, he didn't fall, but suddenly he woke up. Just one step away, the scene you see has a completely different change.

The hall more in line with human aesthetics appeared in the field of vision. The staff ran back and forth. The researchers could be seen everywhere, either clutching their hair and looking mad; or sullen expressions, stomping their feet uncomfortably; there was nothing. Don't do it, just stand in a daze. Next to her husband, there is a middle-aged woman drooling, as if she is demented, she doesn't know what she is thinking. Although she is dressed as a researcher, she is more like a mental patient than a researcher. There is no conversation here, everyone seems to have many things to do and can only do it themselves. The atmosphere these people bring to this space is inconsistent, making it difficult to adapt to being a husband. It is completely different from the research team he met in the past-however, among these researchers, many of them are indeed people they know.

Whether it is people I know or people I don't know, their mental attitudes show many similarities. Compared with the feeling when I saw them before, these people seemed to have been changed internally and became other people with only familiar appearances.

Being a husband concealed the anxiety caused by all these differences in my heart, and did not show any timidity on his face. The atmosphere right now is so depressing and urgent, and not being a husband also feels a kind of dignity that it is difficult to speak, as if speaking by oneself is a waste of time for oneself and others.

The companion of the pig nose mask that brought him back has gone to the corner, and like the other companions, took out some of the things on his body, still in a huge uncovered storage box, just like throwing away garbage. I didn’t work as a husband to catch up, and took a closer look at the storage box, only to find that it was clearly uncovered, but I couldn’t see exactly what was stored in it, and what other people threw in it, it looked like I was inadvertently ignored by myself. When I realized that I wanted to observe, everyone had already completed it. When it was his turn, he thought for a while, and threw the book and cards into it. However, he still didn’t see the whole process of the item falling. This storage box was like a black hole. I swallowed up what I had dropped.

The process cannot be observed, and the result cannot be observed...Following the surprise in his heart, he followed his partner and entered the next process. All those who return seem to be "sterilized." They consciously walked into the single room that could only be seen when they walked to this place, and it looked like a temporary space built with tents and cardboard boxes. But I didn't feel it as a husband, I just felt that it was neither fabric nor paper, but some other material. He also found one for himself. After walking in, he discovered that although the decoration inside is simple, they are all in a style familiar to modern people. All the equipment can be used at a glance.

There is not much space, but he alone is using it, so it is not crowded. The use of all the equipment can be understood at a glance, and it seems to be telling the husband what he should do here-the husband opened the pig nose mask and took off the clothes on his body. At this time, all the books and cards fell out. I couldn't help but froze again, didn't I already throw these things into that strange storage box?

"What is..." Not being a husband only feels that everything in front of me is becoming even more absurd.

But even if it is not a comfortable feeling, he can only accept everything in front of him, and he will live here for a while. If you are completely shaken now, then, seeing the unthinkable and unimaginable abnormality, will your own spirit collapse? It is very clear that not being a husband, you must accept and adapt to all this. Whether it is physical or mental adaptation, all must be adjusted within a short period of time.

I walked into the shower room without being a husband. There was no special mechanism inside, just the common shower head. Every part was familiar to me. I couldn't find a specific trademark for the commonly used styles in the hospital. No husband habitually searched all corners and confirmed that there were no abnormal clues, and then turned on the faucet to wash his body.

The cold water sprinkled on the inmate, making him immediately clear. At this moment, he seemed to hear something, and when he turned his head, he saw something dangling from the mirror on the side wall, but when he blinked, only his figure was left. When he observes his own mirror image, he once again has an unnatural feeling-since he arrived at this place, this unnatural and uncoordinated feeling has been entangled with him as if something is wrong, and he has no such thing to relax. a feeling of.

Obviously his companions are here, and he is indeed determined to make his own efforts for the research, but this feeling of difficulty in relaxing has always prevented him from joining the group. He patted his cheek vigorously without being a husband, and patted the cheek vigorously with the mirror image. He studied carefully for a while, but couldn't find any unusual details, but the bad feeling was still unable to get rid of. He couldn't help but wonder if he had done something wrong following these companions to this new base.

Is the color center really in this place? Or in other words, is the color center really the color center that I think? After all, he has seen photos of when the color is still a human, but he has never seen the appearance of the "color center". Occasionally, when working with Dr. Ender to enable the color center to verify data, the huge equipment that I saw was actually just the container that contained the lcl and the interface connected to the color center. Lcl flows along the established trajectory and seems to have undergone a complicated cycle of processing, but not many people know what it is for, just like Dr. Ender is afraid of revealing a secret.

I didn't work as a husband and even doubted whether the "Human Sex Center" really existed, and how many people in this hospital had seen the "Human Sex Center".

Although I have seen "Doroth" before, can I really use the "Doroth" I have seen to further imagine this more mysterious "color center"? In the past, not being a husband once thought it was okay. The performance and origins of the two parties are so similar, and their structure and essence should not be too far apart. The similarity between the two should also be observed in a similar physical form. Show it. Now, no husband is suspicious of this.

He wiped off the water stains on his body, only to find that the clothes on the side had been replaced by a blue patient suit for patients with doomsday syndrome at some point. He felt that this kind of clothing seemed to imply something, which was unpleasant. The researchers who had seen it outside did not wear this kind of patient clothing at all. Obviously, this new base was not embarrassed to the extent that even clothing was lacking. But it is also possible that I think too much. Perhaps my original clothes have to go through safety procedures such as "disinfection" before they can be reused. This patient suit is just a temporary replacement. Moreover, now he has no way to refuse to wear this patient gown, unless he is unwilling to join the collective. It won't help to make a big noise just because of the clothing problem. He sighed and obediently changed into the patient's clothes.

There were no more surprises since then. He picked up the inexplicable and dangerous book and the equally incomprehensible card and walked out of the room.

Fatty stopped at the door for a while, and saw that his enthusiastic companion, who had been explaining his situation before, came out of the same room. After he took off the rough and crude pig nose mask, it turned out to be a A middle-aged man in his forties with a calm and handsome appearance. Although Buhuhu didn't know him well, the impression left by the previous exchanges was not like this. For a while, I didn’t dare to come forward to recognize each other. On the contrary, the other party greeted him heartily: "Don’t be a husband, come here, and I will take you to familiarize yourself with this new base. Compared with this place, the places we stayed in before are basically the same. Pigpen, you will definitely feel satisfied."

Don't make a fuss for a while to settle down~IndoMTL.com~Try to make your expressions friendly. He walked over and pointed to the patient's clothes on his body, pretending to complain naturally, "I am not the patient under study, but the person studying the patient."

"It's hard to tell." The other party's answer was very straightforward: "Everyone here is a potential doomsday syndrome patient. We study patients, just study ourselves. Isn't this clothes good to wear? But, everyone here Have to pass this level."

"Do you also pass through?" The unfettered look suspiciously at the other people around.

"Of course, this was originally decided by ourselves. It was originally proposed by psychologists. It has been verified by the color center and theoretically can reduce mental pressure."

"I think it will bring more psychological pressure. No one wants to be reminded that he is a patient, right?" Fufu said.

　　

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