Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2176: Chasing and Escape

The Gaochuan diary finally extinguished, and the flying ash dispersed without wind. When it touched the line of unclear symbols and formulas on the surface of the hall, it quickly multiplied and filled the strokes. The gray symbols and formulas in this deep red fleshy hall are like expounding some deep and awkward truth, like capillaries and nerve units in the flesh, like some kind of evil sacrificial place. They are enough to make people obsessed with thinking, bursting with inspiration, and falling into the truth that can't be explained in words. The obscure, as if the vague knowledge on the boundary between the known and the unknown, sparks sparks from the beginning of thinking. If someone observes everything here, they will only feel that the hall as a whole is becoming active, becoming alive, and it is some kind of ancient thing that has been silent for a long time awakening——

Such a description is emerging from the mind of a certain researcher. A vague impression that seems to have been clearly seen, but cannot be remembered clearly, is growing from his imagination. He couldn't help but capture all of this, and whenever the imaginary scene became clearer and clearer, he himself felt more and more horrible. These should be everything that I had imagined, as if it were a true portrayal of the hall behind me. He tried to stop these imaginations, stop thinking in this direction, but the more reluctant to think, the more alive these crazy ideas.

He couldn't help looking behind him. The distance he had crossed was completely shrouded in darkness. The things he had seen had already been left behind. However, the crazy imagination that came up in his mind made him feel , Something is chasing from there. The thing is not walking on feet, it is not floating, it has no eyes or even any outlines that I have imagined in the past, its movement is not linear, and it does not follow the principles that I know.

It seems to follow the thought. When I started thinking, I was locked in by it. It peeped, squirmed, and chased it from an unknown, huge and dark world that absolutely knew the concept of "space" and "time".

It's coming, it's coming——

"It's here." The researcher couldn't help muttering to himself.

"What?" The companion next to him did not hear clearly, only that the other party's state was a bit strange.

"It's coming." The researcher answered in a daze.

"It? What is it?" The companion heard clearly this time, but he was a little confused. In addition to the doubt, he also noticed more things that were wrong. This companion seemed to become a little dangerous, and he couldn't help trying to distance himself from the other party.

The researchers did not catch up. In the position in the team, he was not the first, nor was he the last. His pace was getting slower and slower, and his companions passed by him one by one. When he was at the end, others finally realized that there was something Terrible things are happening to this researcher.

"Is sick?" Another researcher couldn't help but slow down. He hesitated a bit, not knowing whether to wait or help the other person, or turn around and leave immediately, as nothing happened. If it is a doomsday syndrome, it is not surprising, because everyone here may fall into the same fate at any time. Everyone here is a potential patient. After encountering so many incredible dangers, it is no longer an accident for one's own companions to fall behind, or to fall behind, but a probabilistic realization.

I can only say that the other party is out of luck. Moreover, one's own side actually does not have the ability to really help the other party. Today’s survivors must admit to such a cruel reality: no matter how many things they have done, how many plans they have made, and how many possibilities they have calculated, one of them can change the situation or just temporarily improve the situation. No!

Yes, none of them! The efforts of myself and others have not yielded any results. Everyone’s work so far has to be suspended due to emergencies. If we continue, we may see hope. However, this hope is being pursued at a faster rate by despair. Go up, catch, swallow. There is nothing he can do, and escape is only passive.

Except for madness and despair, except for abnormalities that occur faster than my own growth, there is nothing left in this hospital.

What if you escape into the depths of the institute? No one wants to believe that those weird situations will catch up again in the next second, but what has happened has proved to some extent a desperate rule, everything that makes one feel scared, and those who want to let one die. Everything will only come sooner than I thought.

If you and others have collapsed, you can stop and face the unexpected embarrassment with an open mind, but you and others are still struggling-the more you struggle, the more painful they are. Just like in the science and education documentary, the spider catches the flying insects with a web, injects the venom into the flying insects, and waits for the prey to corrode and soften from the inside, and finally turn into a delicious juice. In such a scene, the spider is such a terrible and fierce monster, and how tragic the flying insects become prey.

The more you think, the more despair, the more you imagine, the more horrible you are. If you can reach the philosophical state of non-thinking without thinking or imagining, you may be able to avoid it, but in fact, this is again It's not that I want to be able to do things without thinking or imagining.

My thoughts are swelling, my imagination is becoming richer, my own thinking is describing things that I can't say clearly with my mouth. That thing became more and more vivid, as if it was about to jump out of an illusion and become something real.

Because the researcher who stopped and fell into a trance, several researchers who could not help but slow down, gradually felt that they seemed to understand what the researcher who fell into the trance was thinking and what was happening to him. In matters, there is a strong feeling of empathy that penetrates into my brain, stirs the brain, and continues to drill into the depths of my soul. They will understand in the next moment that they have also become ill, and empathizing with the sick companion is the best proof. When they can experience the changes that are taking place in each other, the same changes are already taking place in themselves.

Thinking is contagious, feelings are contagious, thinking is tending to the same direction, whether rational or sensual, all activities that belong to the behavior of "self-recognition" are bringing something inexplicable. .

The indescribable thing is like "smelling" the smell of the act of "thinking" itself.

"It's here, it's going to catch up." said one after another. Because there were a few more people, the original whisper of only one person was also amplified. In the darkness, the whispers of these people are like proclamations, chanting spells, and depicting some terrifying behemoth with the same rhythm. Just listen to their voices, and you will feel that they are no longer researchers, but rather like spreaders of some kind of cult. The murmur that gradually became louder was so terrible that the researchers who ran forward without looking back felt the "chasing."

The voice is chasing them, the incredible anomaly is also chasing them, fear, madness and despair are chasing them, the left-behind colleagues have fallen into the quagmire that cannot be returned, and become part of the quagmire. Even if you can't see them, you can still feel that they are struggling, reaching out their hands from the mud in a painful posture-even if they are just an illusion in their heads, those hands are also reaching out from behind the darkness, chasing Coming up, trying to drag himself into the dark quagmire.

The more people who fall behind, the more vivid the sense of hunting. No one wants to be "grabbed", even when turning their heads and looking back, they can't see those "hands" at all, nor do they want to be grasped by the "hands" that are just like illusions that only occur in their own imagination. Some people screamed as if they were entangled in that incredible hand. They staggered and fell to the ground, only desperately watching the people next to them get further and further away from them.

They can keep moving forward, but they have fallen, entangled, and hopeless. A huge, non-illusory force is pulling their ankles, calves, body, neck, and head. Before the researcher who fell to the ground had time to get up, the half-returned body had become stiff, as if something was really pulling this body, bending him backwards. This body is getting more and more curved, but he is old and his body is no longer so flexible, so even the bones creak and creak, seeming to break at any time.

Being an ordinary person, it must be painful. However, besides despair, there are no other emotions left on this researcher's face, because his skin is frozen like a frozen face. Unable to show other looks, his eyes are getting grayer and darker, losing his look. His breathing and crying are changing from a human voice to the sound of something else, but what kind of thing it is, it is completely impossible to find the corresponding real thing from the existing memory. It just gives people a feeling: this is definitely not a sound that humans can make.

One fell, two fell, three fell...The rest didn’t look back, they pretended that they didn’t hear it, they didn’t dare to look back to see the face of the person who fell. They feel that once they see these people, they can't help but stop, and once they try to help them, they will become exactly like them.

Even so, even if I rushed without looking back, with the fall of one by one, the rest of the people can actually feel that something is really catching up. That is something chased from the alienated hall, or the alienated hall has become a part of it.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's already coming." Such calls are getting louder and louder, and the survivors can't help but cover their ears. Even if they just hear this sound, it is enough to make people feel like they are going crazy NS.

They don't look, listen, desperately don't think, desperately dig out their body's instincts, and run on their own. They don't know how many companions have fallen behind, and they don't want to confirm. Running in the dark, he clearly has many companions around him, but it is more and more like he is the only one left.

Only oneself, running alone in this terrifying and desperate darkness. The time is so long, the passage is so long, and the time to run on his own has far exceeded the previous arrival in the depths of the research institute, the storage place of the LCL liquid, but I didn't see anything. There is no end, infinitely broad darkness, up, down, left, and right.

The road is so flat without any obstacles. It seems that no matter which direction they run, they will not hit the wall. However, sometimes, they hope they can hit something normal. Remind yourself that you are still in a real environment, not a nightmare. If you are tripped, can you escape the despair and darkness that seems to have no end?

Of course, no one wants to trip over their hands from deep in the dark~IndoMTL.com~ When they think of the word "hand", they immediately realize...No, they don't want to realize , They intend to stop their brains.

In the end, they all tripped over one by one. His body ached, and he rolled several times on the ground, only to feel that he was about to be grasped by the "hand" in the dark. However, immediately there was a bright light unfolding in their vision. The bright picture temporarily dissipated the darkness, allowing them to return to a more realistic world. They heard familiar sounds, whether it was the color of light or the outline of the object, it was more reassuring than the darkness before.

All this familiarity made them loose their tight brains and let out a long breath. They lay on the ground, feeling the familiar, hard and cold touch, and only felt that their whole person had been sublimated. For a long time, they couldn't continue to think, and they couldn't get up from the ground. The terrifying chase and escape made them feel that they had drained every cell.

After a while, someone slowly braced his body and walked in the direction he had come—he tried to confirm where he was coming, to confirm where he was waiting for people to enter and exit, what kind of situation was it, but he immediately Stopped, because in the direction he was gazing, where was the entrance? There is only one smooth and hard wall.

His face was twisted and he hugged his head hard. He didn't want to think about it. However, terrible thoughts still faintly emerged from his mind. Fortunately, the sudden shout behind him gave him a hand: "We are safe, we are safe! We have escaped!"

The yelling person was like venting his throbbing emotions, screaming hoarse throat, dancing and dancing, very crazy, but such a neurotic performance said everyone's mind. Everyone hopes that this is the case: they and others are temporarily safe.