Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2177: Off

The survivors cheered for joy. Even if they knew that the greatest crisis had not passed, they had a heavy worry over their hearts, they had to shout loudly, dancing and dancing, as if they were so joyful—they hope they really are. There is such a joy. However, the more this artificial joy is forcibly expressed, the more pain and sadness it makes them feel. Ask yourself, are you really happy? The answer they didn't dare to think about always existed in the dark throbbing emotions: Yes, they didn't feel excited or joy at all.

I feel the need to scream out loudly for these expressions, and all the voices and actions used to express gratitude and joy are just for the deepest place, that despair. The emotion of fear is nothing more than that. When they screamed, jumped, shook their partner's shoulders, slapped their backs, and laughed loudly, they only felt that perhaps they wanted to cry.

However, I can’t do that, because I know the dangerous situation my emotions and spirits are in, so I can’t lose to the ever-expanding negative things. It is precisely because I am unwilling to surrender to all this painful, so even if it is false, even if it is forced, I must make myself laugh. Even if the voice is dumb, the voice from the bottom of my heart is a kind of crying. It must not be shown on the face.

Even if doing so will only make myself more painful, there is also a kind of stubbornness and confrontation that breeds from this pain.

——We haven't lost yet. Even if there is no hope in fact, but at least in this horror and despair, one's will can never lose.

They looked at each other, saw the messages in each other's eyes, and saw the last will hidden in everyone's heart in this silent communication.

They held hands, laughed, and cried, watching the walls completely closed around them, and they could not find any exits and gaps. They knew in their hearts that this might be the end of their journey. No matter what is here or what will happen, there is no place for myself and others to retreat and hide.

It was in the darkness of escaping here and experiencing all the weirdness that made them more aware of the situation of themselves and others. The companions who have disappeared in the darkness are the portrayal of their own future. Those companions are just a step ahead, and they will eventually follow their footsteps at some point—perhaps soon.

This feeling is so strong, so desperate, the pace of time has never slowed down, they have no time to save themselves.

Everything is terrible.

Soon, the crazy neurotic celebration ceased, the confined space was quiet, everyone’s gasps were so heavy, not far away, the sound of LCL liquid flowing in the pipe was clearly audible. Every second passed, it seemed to become more rush, which made people feel what was going to happen over there. The urgency of not being able to describe in detail what the situation is getting stronger.

"We may be going to die here." A researcher smiled bitterly and said to others: "I didn't expect to escape here, but I still can't escape."

"If the color center can be contacted..." Another researcher said so, but he was silent again. Maybe he just didn't want to say "the color center itself has deteriorated." It seems that as long as you don't say it, you can still keep the suspense. Moreover, although he felt that the color center had indeed betrayed himself and others, he did not hope that this was the case. After all, there is no clue as to what happened to the color center. All opinions about the color center are based on my own subjective imagination.

As a researcher, it is absolutely inadvisable to draw conclusions before getting definite evidence. Moreover, even though I subjectively feel that the color center has been betrayed, what do other people think? If others are still willing to believe in the color center, he does not want to break this expectation at this time. Then it is too cruel to reverse the absolutely unfavorable situation of myself and others.

Even if you really die here, there is still a difference between dying with hope and desperation with betrayal.

Yes, it is definitely different for everyone who is still alive. Treating everything that happened to him objectively like a computer, leaving his subjective feelings behind, he can't do it, and he doesn't want to become that kind of person.

"We can't leave anymore. We can't find an exit, and we don't have tools. We can't do anything here." Immediately, a researcher said sadly, "Our knowledge is no longer useful. We have lost the fulcrum that lifted the world." There is no data, no raw materials, no tools, everything has to be started from scratch, even if there is enough time, the human body is too fragile, there is not enough food, even if it is really abnormal. It won't happen here, and people like myself will die in pain because of hunger.

They still remember clearly, for what they were waiting for, and what mood they had with them, they chose to escape in this direction: they wanted to reconnect with the color center and regain their last hope. Just because there is no hope in other places in the hospital, they will gather here. Therefore, it is meaningless to run outside when an abnormality occurs in the research institute. On the contrary, if it can be deep in the research institute If you contact the color center again, you may be able to find ways to do something.

However, the fact is right in front of them. The body of the color center is still deeper, but when they reach this LCL storage area, they can't find a deeper way. They used to go deeper, but now, they can no longer find the passage that should exist in the impression from this place. The details of this area where LCL is stored are already different from when they came down before.

"So, what else can we do?" Some researchers asked this essential question. No one can answer. Others are either sitting on the ground or lying down, and have no idea of ​​answering at all. Although there are still people pondering this question, wanting to find the answer, re-energizing everyone's emotions, and gathering everyone's determination, just like the crises that have occurred in the past, they will immediately regroup after the crisis.

However, it can't be done. Or in other words, he couldn't find any possibility, and he couldn't find the possibility that other people could do this kind of thing. The people who shouldered the responsibility of integrating the team and found a way out in the past are all dead. None of the remaining people can take up this burden. After all, among the researchers who come to work in the hospital, not many are really good at organizational and administrative skills.

"Don't say frustrating words, we are still alive... During the time we are still alive, maybe luck will take care of us once." Some researchers said so, but when others looked over, he too Can't help but look away and dare not look at each other. When he said this, only he knew how much sincerity was in it. Even if you are not completely lying, it is definitely not a ratio that can be confessed to people.

"You said, what's happening outside?" In most of the silent waiting, another researcher asked: "Everyone has seen those weird scenes before. I don't think it's just casual The situation. What is the Gaochuan diary? And the blood... Are those really human blood? Don’t you think that all of this is not a natural phenomenon, but a certain clear will to promote Did it turn out to be like this, there must be a conspiracy in it. If it is really a conspiracy, it proves—" He was interrupted by another person before he could finish.

"Don't think about this kind of thing, don't say it!" The man said sternly, and he was probably said to be overreacting in normal times, but at this moment, other people seem to understand why he said that.

"...a ghost without a shadow, just wandering in my mind." Another researcher murmured to himself, "It is like a poisonous snake, it bites my mind, and it constantly spews venom. My will, my thoughts... Ah, everything that makes me "me" is decayed. As long as we are still thinking, it will always be with us. We can’t escape, we can’t escape. ..." The hoarse voice made people feel creepy. These words are like expounding a fact that everyone knows but is deliberately avoiding, and it's like the wizard is using all his power to curse. The deep voice, the faint breath, and the muddy pronunciation all showed the destruction of this person's mental state.

Is anyone still unable to hold on? Others thought silently, this time, no one would remind them that they shouldn't say these things.

This whispering companion has lost his eyes, as if immersed in his own thoughts, as if he saw something terrifying from his own world, and all his external manifestations fit perfectly with the typical doomsday syndrome patients at the time of their onset. . Perhaps he was ignorant of his own situation before he suddenly woke up.

No one can save him, just like no one can save themselves, and like they have never been able to save anyone in the past. The mutual assistance between people can prove their own value. From this perspective, they are already worthless. Here, who else can be expected? Who else can do something that can be expected? A guy who can't even save himself, even if he dies, is just a worthless death.

"It's worthless..." There was one more whisper, and the air became more solemn as a result.

Finally, someone can't stand this kind of atmosphere, no matter how active they are, it will only sink more heavily. He stood up and walked towards the glass wall. Behind a wall, the LCL liquid continues to circulate, and you can directly see that the LCL that has become clean water is being discharged into the new pool. The flow of clear water is still increasing, and there is no LCL transported from outside the island to fill it. The LCL here will eventually become clear water. According to the current rate of increase in clear water flow, it is definitely not one. moon.

Most of the time, these people regard the patient's collapse as LCL as the end of the patient's life, but in a stricter sense, when LCL becomes clean water, it is more complete death. LCL's change from yellow to clear is a complete structural change, and all the factors that could support personality activities will disappear. Even if it is the color center, it is impossible to get any life information activity data from the clear water. The clear water quality can't even survive the germs.

The researcher clenched his fist and slammed his fist against the glass wall, just as he thought, the glass wall did not move. He has thought about whether there will be a new passage behind this LCL circulation device, but if even this transparent wall cannot be opened, even if there is a passage, it can only be glaring. Moreover, in this changed LCL storage room, there is no tool that can be used flexibly. When they fled here, in order to speed up, they abandoned all the tools they had made in the hall of the research institute. However, the escape at that time was so thrilling. Looking back now, if he waited for others to not lighten his load, he would only be reduced to an abnormal ration in the dark depths.

I was thinking about this, feeling helpless, I could only go back to ~IndoMTL.com~ when I couldn't do anything else. A strange sound penetrated into his ears, provoking his nerves. He suddenly raised his head, trying to find this strange place, and when he listened carefully, he felt that he had hallucinations, saying that it was "strange", maybe it was just that he felt that way, but how "strange" it was. Come.

——Did you get sick yourself?

He couldn't help but doubt himself. However, when his thoughts turned away, he heard the strange sound again. In his memory, there is no other sound like this strange sound.

What the **** is it?

"Hey, did you hear that?" The researcher couldn't help turning his head to look at his companion behind him.

At this time, fewer than ten people can respond to him. The remaining people who cannot respond are caught in the common sluggishness of doomsday syndrome patients, but their expressions and their eyes are still changing, and they are like falling into a world that only they know. A kind of fantasy grows in their heads, and then it will drive them crazy, split their personality, and breed various mental symptoms. In the process, they will gradually become violent, as if they have hit the adrenal glands. Normally, they exerted their extraordinary bodily functions, and in the end, either spontaneously ignited or collapsed into LCL-this scene, they themselves didn't know how many times they had seen it, and now, it will happen to themselves.

Among those who were able to respond to this researcher’s question, half of them could only make small reactions. They seemed to be losing their minds, and they turned their heads instinctively only when they heard the sound. There were a few who couldn't make any sound no matter how long they waited. There are only a few people who can really be as sober as this researcher standing in front of a glass wall listening to strange sounds.