Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2174: Internal combustion

The burning notebook is like releasing some kind of magic, making all the researchers who have read the content become irritable one by one. The researcher who was caught by the ankle kicked the head fiercely and fiercely, only for the first time. He almost kicked his innocent eyes. The whole face of the husband has been distorted, but he has no resistance at all, just swaying with the power of this person's kick, like a corpse, but the hand still clings to the other's ankle. Behind the two, other researchers who had read Gaochuan's diary were unable to restrain themselves. The group rushed up, and when they were blocked by the researchers who tried to stop them, the two sides fought together.

The entire research institute was in chaos. Someone tried to hide, but was quickly picked out by the irritable people. The flames in Gaochuan's diary are raging, the scene inside the room becomes fiercer. The screams, screams, and screams that can't be heard at all make people feel that this is **** on earth. The notebook that was originally used as an introduction to the conflict has gradually been forgotten by everyone. The two sides seem to be simply caught in an impulse of catharsis and self-defense, unable to extricate themselves.

The equipment used for the experiment was used as a battle weapon. The bottles of large and small were caught and thrown away. I don’t know what the effect of the medicines flowed on the table and on the ground, volatilized into the air, and emitted. There is a complex and unpleasant smell. All the tools that can be picked up are used as weapons in the fight, and the actions of the two sides are getting more and more fierce, as if they have forgotten the original intention of themselves and others gathered here, and that the other party was originally their own companion.

Everyone was beaten to blood, even more miserable, even broken hands and feet, but, for the time being, no dead person appeared, only the body of the unhusband was trampled like trash in the chaos, and there was no sign of activity at all. There is no doubt that there is no good place on his whole body, and the broken arm is bloody, and the various emergency dressings done before are of no avail.

The blood of infidelity surrounds his body, slowly drenched outwards, and the blood of other people is also spilled on the ground. When it comes into contact with the blood of infidelity, it seems to come alive and become a meandering stream. Blood line. Many people only care about attacking others, or avoiding others' attacks, and they rarely notice these blood lines. No one seems to realize that these blood lines that continue to spread to the surrounding corners have drawn a certain abstract picture on the ground. From the perspective of both parties in the fight, the other party looks abominable, not only the face is distorted like a ghost, but even the spirit is already in an abnormal state.

People who have read Gaochuan’s diary can hardly understand that these people who have not read Gaochuan’s diary burned the diary in this way. The other party’s actions seemed to take away their last hope.

People who haven’t read Gaochuan’s diary can’t understand what’s in the notebook, so that everyone who has read it becomes like a doomsday patient. No, the other party has become an unreasonable doomsday patient. In just a few words, their condition has become extremely sick. These sick colleagues, both physically and mentally, are a group of manic and dangerous patients.

They each have reasons to oppose, and they also have the belief in sticking to their own ideas. Everything they can see proves that they are correct. They never lack the courage to struggle and the determination to confront. In the last hope, they only felt that the other party must be imprisoned or destroyed in order to get everything back on the right track. They all feel that they are very awake and that they know what they are doing. Now there is no reason to compromise, just because the other party will not compromise, and he cannot give in because he has reached the bottom line of concession.

The Diary of Gaochuan is the symbol of the bottom line, the point of divergence between the will and ideas of both parties. The Gaochuan Diary is still burning. It obviously looks like ordinary materials, but it is like it will never be burned. Everyone here is either waiting for it to be burned out or trying to prevent it from being burned out. However, before one of them put out the fire or took the notes back, the burning Gaochuan diary fell to the ground.

The blood lines are spreading, spreading, and weaving into more complex patterns, surrounding the Gaochuan diary that fell on the ground. The closer you get to the notebook, the more complex and weird the lines, and the flow of the blood lines. The more filled with a weird vitality. The burning Gaochuan's diary is like a finishing touch, placed in the weird pattern outlined by the blood line, and sometimes pushed by these bloodstreams, slowly reaching a central position.

The blazing fire and black smoke were not originally the most eye-catching targets in the chaos. When the fight was the most dangerous and tragic, most people had to focus on trying to kill their opponents, but at this moment, when the burning Gaochuan Diary reached the center of the bloodline pattern, its sense of existence It swept through everyone's hearts like a storm.

As if possessing an invisible compulsive force, it suppressed the increasingly fierce fighting. The cruel and messy hustle and bustle stopped abruptly at this moment, without any process of falling back, it was like a jam. The unpleasant smell emanating from the air is even more intense. Time seemed to pause for two or three seconds. Many researchers, whether awake or unconscious, could not help but retching. More and more people could feel as if something was going to come from their body. Emerging from the internal organs, it was as if there was a hand pulling on his throat to squeeze out the thing in his body.

All the strange and weird feelings, the things that have never been noticed, and the things that should have been used for a long time in the research institute, all converged into a pot of porridge, making people want to escape, shivering, and feeling extremely Fear and despair. When they felt that they were sober and sane again, when the urge to tear each other stopped temporarily, they looked at each other, and looked at those around them who had been beaten by their own people with bruises, bruises, blood drenching and even When the colleague who had broken hands and feet, there was nothing else but greater fear and despair.

What are you doing? What do you want to do? What have you done? There is no doubt that when they realize this problem, they only feel that they are awake at this moment, and they and others who participated in this fight before are just a group of beasts that have lost their minds.

However, they can't forget that even in the most chaotic times, they feel that they are sober. The terrible thoughts, the reasons for the fight, the irreversible things that have actually happened, revolved in their minds like a marquee.

"No, no, this is not what I did...no, I did...I, I...what did I do?" In the dead and foul air, a man murmured Talking to myself, that voice is maddening, and it is completely unimaginable that the person who said this is normal. No one knows who is talking. Everyone is shocked by the tragic sight caused by themselves and others, and is also tightly pinched by the madness, despair and fear.

Gaochuan's diary is burning on the ground, as if it will never burn. The blood thread is flowing, weaving, climbing up the overturned table and chair counter like a mountain rattan, piercing deeply into the surface of hard or soft utensils, and spreading along the wall to the ceiling. The pattern woven by these blood threads is changing. To be three-dimensional, to become a cage, or to turn this secret room into a tissue in a certain organism. These blood lines themselves are like nerves, blood vessels, and muscles, so that all dead objects that should be composed of inorganic substances are brought with the continuous agitation of carbon-based life.

The color of blood, a deep red darker than blood, makes no place in the secret room clean. Every corner that can be seen makes people think of some terrible things, as if they are hidden. There, I was about to move, and it made people feel that this research institute had been completely contaminated.

Yes, apart from "pollution", there is no other word that can better describe the feelings of this scene.

The burning Gaochuan diary releases light and heat that is absolutely impossible for an ordinary book to have. It burns for too long, beyond common sense, and looks so weird, just like the core of all the abnormal scenes in front of you. Place. The person who was the first to recover from the shock yelled: "It is Gaochuan Diary! It is Gaochuan Diary that made us like this! Stop it!"

The researchers closest to the Gaochuan Diary seemed to be awakened by this sound. Three or four people rushed towards the burning notebook, but before they touched it, there was a huge repulsive force that burned. The notebook was the center, erupting around, pushing these people to the ground, and then, the huge repulsive force rushed through everyone's body, sweeping the debris and human body on the ground to the corners like garbage. No one can stand up to this shock. Everyone just rolls helplessly. Only the flowing blood line ignores this shock. As always, it multiplies and spreads, constantly filling the remaining huge gaps. The tiny gaps are filled, and it seems that sooner or later the entire institute will be dyed into that unknown deep red.

"No way, I can't stay here anymore!" Someone got up from the ground with difficulty and shouted to others: "We must get out of here!"

"It's right not to be a husband, we shouldn't have opened this diary!" Someone shouted.

"Don't be a husband?"

"Then, over there, he seems to be dead." Everyone's eyes fell on the corner of a table that was overthrown, lying there quietly without being a husband, his body had changed after several tortures. His facial features were trampled on and blurred, and he could no longer see his true colors. It's just that, except for him, all the people are still alive even if they have been seriously injured, only the unmarried twisted form lying quietly on the ground, there is no more sound.

"I killed him." Someone uttered a cry of collapse.

"No, we killed him." Someone retorted in a painful voice.

"We still want to kill ourselves." Someone said solemnly.

"Don’t think about being a husband, we have no time. Don’t you think the air smells weird? What did we knock over? Is anyone doing a toxicity test?" A trembling voice rang, "We I want to leave now."

Without this voice reminder, other people have already realized how serious the situation they and others are in. For human beings to survive, they are extremely demanding on the living environment. The human body is too delicate and fragile. Just something spread in the air may cause people to die. And the current situation is not just the air problem. Rather, it is impossible to find a place with no problem at all.

"This is contaminated." The voice rang again, "But, where can we escape? This is our last stronghold. Is it possible that we have to run outside?"

"It's safer outside than here." Someone stood up and rushed to the control area~IndoMTL.com~I went to close the defense and open the exit. I remember there was an emergency exit. "

"No, wait! We can't give up the color center. If there is no color center, we can only wait to die if we figure out the outside." Another person shouted: "Don't open the exit! And the color center Contact, let's go deeper."

Only a small number of people are hesitant. Most people think this person’s words make sense. They are all researchers. If they can’t rebuild the research, their value and ability will become meaningless. Everyone is regretting that they have destroyed their own hope. This research institute should have been able to take longer. They may have more ideas, but the urgency of the situation is not enough to make them think about more complicated things. They know very well that all they can do is to make up for it, and it may not be feasible.

Despair and fear, and even more complex and negative feelings, burned their throats like hot coals.

"Why is there no response? The color center! You have been monitoring here, right? Come out to me, come out quickly!" The person who went to the control area made a crashing voice, "Respond to me! The color center ! The color center!"

No response.

The voices of everyone stopped, and they suddenly thought of a question: This secret research institute was originally built around the color center. It is impossible to hide everything that happens here, but from the beginning to the end, the color There is no warning in the center. It could have issued at least some alarms before things got so bad, even if everyone was mad at the time.

However, the color center did nothing.

In the suffocating silence, Gaochuan's diary was glowing and hot, as if with a certain will, like an eye looking at here, burning as if it were going to last forever.