Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 238: Leader

238 Leaders

The sound of battle is like auditory hallucinations. When I tried to listen, it seemed as if nothing had happened. Book Friends Zheng_Li*Provide~ Zhenjiang is like a curious child, pacing around, laughing cheerfully, but in this gloomy room, I really can’t think of anything pleasant Things come. She ran around, stretched out her hand to touch the apparently empty air, as if there was indeed something invisible to the naked eye in this room.

I picked up the box that had been sealed with the monster that had fallen to the ground, and suddenly felt that the movement behind me had disappeared. I quickly turned my head and looked around, only to find that Zhenjiang was no longer in the room.

"A Jiang, A Jiang" I was a little anxious, and quickly threw the box aside and searched out.

This temporary hedge space is completely different from the temporary hedge space in the tomb area. Perhaps even the spells in the tomb area cannot be used here. This is a world completely dominated by Irene, and only the boy Sauron, who is suspected of being a prophet, has the ability to compete with it. Although I don’t know the details of what happened when Irene and her husband Munch created this world, it can be inferred from the contests over the past few years that Sauron must have stolen the world through some unique method. Partial control authority.

In this nightmare-like world, no matter touch, hearing, other senses, or even physical, there is no illusory feeling, but it still cannot be ruled out that it is purely a spiritual world. Possibility. According to the characteristics of the "God particle", it is very possible that all existing objects have been transformed into spiritual beings. All the creatures that appear here, including humans, do not have real **, but a kind of Can directly feel the spiritual existence of the surrounding mental state information.

This kind of existence does not completely import the person’s personality, memory and other information stored in the brain, so it leads to a form that is slightly different from the real person. This incomplete conscious existence is also the so-called "thinking body." From the perspective of the existence and control of the thinking body, this temporary data hedge space with only a mental hospital may be the product of the complete "Tianmen Project".

The formation of the other two temporary data hedging spaces was probably due to the fact that the original Tianmen Project had too strict power control. Therefore, it formulated slightly loose and targeted restrictions based on the needs of future generations. In my inference, the temporary data hedging space in the lakeside wharf area and the tomb area implements the incomplete "Tianmen Project". Perhaps, loose power control will also reduce the resources required for manufacturing, which is also one of the original intentions of this incomplete "Tianmen Project".

The temporary data hedging space in the tomb area allows the existence of spells, but does not allow the use of magicweave power. This may be because the magicweave messenger cannot be used as a backbone in the secret organization of the Mal Jones family. Out of the profession of wizards.

The temporary data hedging space in the lakeside dock area is occupied by the black nest people. They allow the use of the power of the magic pattern under certain equipment. Although it is not clear whether there is a spell, it does achieve control of the power of the magic pattern.

At the same time, the temporary data hedging space in the two regions was manufactured after the temporary data hedging space in the Peak District was completed, and the builders have a certain similarity in demand, resulting in a certain commonality in the final architecture , Thus forming a very good interactivity-communication with each other is easier, and there is also coexistence and flexibility in the limitation of power.

However, the two temporary data hedging spaces formed by the two incomplete Tianmen Projects are quite separated from the complete temporary data hedging space in the Peak District. This can be inferred from the difficulty of using the "gate". .

In the world of Irene’s nightmare, there is no gray mist formed by "God particles" because the characteristics of these particles have been completely solidified. Therefore, the power of reality cannot be brought in, and even the power allowed by the other two temporary data hedging spaces cannot exist.

Zhenjiang does not have an emissary from Ranwen Novel Network, and because of serious mental illness, the "thinking body" produced here may only extract a small part of the body's information, resulting in a significant weakening of the power. This is something I didn't expect from Ranwen Novel. I don't think she is stronger than me now. It is too dangerous to run around alone in this world where I don't know what will happen.

When I rushed out of the door of the operating room, I found that Zhenjiang had been walking along the corridor, as if attracted by something.

"A Jiang"

She turned a deaf ear to her ears and walked unhurriedly, as if she had been possessed by something unclean.

I ran after her and took her hand. She looked back at me, and I was taken aback by the dazed eyes. Just as she was at a loss, her eyes gradually returned to clarity. What happened to Zhen Jiang? I am very worried. Although according to my guess, the woman in front of me is not the complete one. Just like me at this time, she is just a "thinking body" with individual information.

However, I don’t have 100% evidence from Ranwen.com to prove the correctness of my inference. That’s why I will feel such anxious and sad emotions when Zhenjiang has unusual changes.

"You have something wrong, A Jiang." I said bluntly.

"Because I am a mental patient." Mae smiled openly. She seemed to see my anxiety, so she held my face with both hands, "Don't be afraid, Achuan, no one will hurt you. "

I don't know if she is really aware of her abnormality, or whether she thinks she is normal because of the abnormality.

"Don't leave me." I can only answer her like this, holding her hand tightly.

"Well, I'm so happy..." As she said that, her eyes suddenly fixed behind me, the smile on her face narrowed, replaced by innocent doubts.

I turned my head subconsciously. I thought it was Zhenjiang who had some hallucinations, but I found that there was a white body standing less than one meter away from me. When I realized the existence of this little man, I just saw the top of his head with beautiful long hair. I was taken aback by the little guy who appeared silently beside me, and couldn't help but step back a few steps.

It was the girl who was suspected to be Irene's missing body. She was wearing a coat-like patient gown, with long brown hair draped over her shoulders, covering most of her face. When she raised her head, the long hair covering her face slid aside, revealing her immature facial features. Although the current appearance looks different from the picture of Irene, the middle-aged Irene is full of dignified lady temperament, but in terms of appearance, she is not a particularly beautiful woman. But the girl in front of her could clearly see her beauty, full of innocence.

However, innocence does not mean "truth, goodness and beauty", but it is even more controversial and terrifying.

She appeared silently in this corridor, holding the ears of a huge rabbit doll in her hand. This rabbit puppet, almost the same size as her, dragged to the ground like a corpse. The rabbit's lips were sewn together by dense threads, and his smile was pleasant and weird, but one of his button-like eyes was loosened and hung in the air by needles and threads, as if they had been dug out cruelly.

The original color is no longer visible on the flannel of its fat body, as if it had just been picked up from the sewer or garbage dump. It was soggy, with red and black mottled everywhere, and it looked very dirty. Dragging on this blood-stained corridor is even more reminiscent of some disgusting things.

"Hey, we're seeing each other again." She said briskly, as if she had met several times before, she was already familiar, so she was no longer full of resistance and would not turn around and run away. However, after so many things, I can no longer call her one of the victims of this nightmare world.

"Are you... Irene?" I asked hesitantly, trying to keep my guard from showing on my face.

"I'm not Irene." The girl replied without hesitation. No matter the expression, look or tone of voice, she did not smell of deceit. She looked like a child who still didn't know what deceit was.

"Who are you then?"

"I am you."

"This answer is not interesting at all." I felt I was being teased.

"Who are you?" She stared at me straightly, without any fear at all.

"Report your own name before asking someone else. This is polite. Do you know what polite is?" I deliberately said to her in the tone of treating a child.

"Hehe, I won't tell you, guess again?" She replied incongruously, opening her mouth and laughing, showing her white teeth.

"...Sorry, I don't have time to play games with you." I pulled Mae up, trying to leave, and then I heard the girl suddenly say: "I know where the person you are looking for is."

I don’t know if she is pretending to be naive, but she has actually seen through my tactics. Regardless of whether she is Irene or not, what is her attempt to appear in front of me, one thing is certain, she is more familiar with the world than I am. Maybe she was telling the truth, but she must have some purpose to appear here, just like the previous few times, she took me to the room sealed with monsters-that should not be my misunderstanding and illusion. So it might be the same this time. But I cannot remain indifferent to this sentence.

I turned around and stared at her quietly.

"Come on, I'll take you to find her." The girl reached out to me.

"Who is she referring to?" I asked, standing still, the distance between myself and her was three meters apart, which made me feel a little safe.

"The person you want to find." The girl just replied, but the answer was too vague and suspicious.

"Who do you think I'm looking for?" I tried to be refreshed, but she always went around in circles, so I had to stay with me.

This time, the girl stopped talking. Just showing a hearty and innocent smile, quietly maintaining the posture of reaching out. Once again, I feel the martial arts of the universe, the holy king makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world, the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandonment Moving the universe will kill the night god, the **** seal, the throne, ask the devil, the world, the strongest, abandon the Shao Dazhou imperial family Quan threw it to me and did it just right. The choice is always difficult, I don't know whether I should hold that hand.

If you turn around and leave, what will happen? Although such thoughts were ready to move, I finally stepped forward. It seems that at the beginning, there was no option for Ranwen. If the voices of Marceau and other people have been heard, it is impossible to judge where they are. Moreover, although this psychiatric hospital does not seem to be big, it is only the surface, it is not reality here, and there will always be some unreasonable places.

If this girl is really Irene.

If she can indeed control the world to some extent.

No matter which possibility is, it is greater than I can find people who don’t know where to hide. The choice she gave could not be a choice at all. No matter what purpose she has, I cannot refuse. Although I feel that the reason why she appeared in front of me was just to let me go to those people.

Maybe her true purpose can only be unfolded after I find those people. She knows where the people still living in this world are, but can't get close, so she needs a guide-this is a speculation that I made after careful consideration.

Although the girl said she was not Irene, she couldn't just believe her. Bring her by her side and lead the wolves into the flock of sheep is very likely, but even if I refuse, she will follow, and even if it is really like that, I can't refuse.

My goal is only Marceau. The others have no relationship with me, and they are probably all enemies. Even if there are other innocent civilians coming to this world besides the soldiers of the Doomsday Truth, I don't have the power to rescue everyone.

Although my emotional intuition made me think there was a conspiracy, I couldn't think of the benefits of rejection from rational thinking. Therefore, I just hesitated for a while and took the girl's hand.

The girl’s hands are slippery, neither wet nor dry. The warm and soft touch makes people feel that they are not touching the skin.

I couldn't help but think that maybe she didn't deceive me by Ranwen.com, but just didn't respond positively. Of course she is not Irene, because Irene is already dead, even if she is alive, she should be a middle-aged woman. The girl in front of me is just a thoughtful body formed by part of Irene's consciousness.

Maybe she meant this.

The girl looked cheerful, let out a string of silver bells of laughter, and ran forward across my body suddenly, causing me to stagger and recover from my thoughts. She pulled me, I pulled Mae, and the three of them ran on the gloomy corridor. Although there were footsteps and shadows, they looked lonely and empty, as if they were playing hide-and-seek with ghosts. I heard the reverberation behind me and chased me in front of me in a short while, as if someone invisible to the naked eye rushed past me, feeling an indescribable weirdness in my heart.

We passed the toilet, and the girl did not stop. There is a strange graffiti on the door of a certain compartment of this toilet. From my usual experience, there should be some monster sealed, but I haven't really seen that monster. Before I came to this space last time, the seal had not been unraveled. However, although Marceau is guarding the seal, she is alone after all, and it is impossible to determine whether the seal will be opened by the newcomer.

How many kinds of monsters exist in this world? At night, the flames on the clock tower of the hilltop apartment will eventually ignite twelve. I used to think that represented the number of monsters. When all the monsters are released, it means the completion of the Tianmen plan. But now it is not so sure.

Only relying on the narratives of the survivors of the year, and the few materials retrieved from the archives, the "Tianmen Project" can only be viewed in a limited way. The summary of the "Tianmen Project" sealed in government archives is just a cover, the real plan is extremely complex and huge.

Only one thing is certain. When the fire on the clock tower is fully lit, it means the completion of the "Heaven Gate Project". After the completion of this plan, the current temporary data hedging space will change completely unknown to others. All previous judgments were based on the guesswork of intelligence at the time. With the increase in intelligence, speculation turned into speculation, and in the end even the results of the speculation became vague.

The existence of this small town, the changes that have taken place in this small town, and the response of the outside world to the changes in the small town are all in a complex chain that makes it impossible to see the whole picture.

Perhaps, it is correct to follow the initial tasks given by the Security Agency. We have gone too far, so we are caught in the current situation. It was as if the original intention was to observe the huge vortex, but because he was too close, his situation was also precarious. From the beginning, the Security Agency did not think we could do too much.

This small town has long since fallen into the depths of the whirlpool, and everyone who wants to pull it will be swallowed up together. I can’t save this town’s crisis by myself. Realizing this, I ~ IndoMTL.com~ now just want to fulfill the initial promise to save Marceau from this temporary data hedge space, even though she herself has no hope.

The girl ran so fast, she was a child, but I almost couldn't keep up. The surrounding scenery flicked backwards, I wanted to remember the place I passed, but when I looked back, only strange corridors were left. The walls seemed to be curved, and the corridor seemed to be laid on the surface of a sphere, showing an incredible curvature.

Like in a dream, we have passed a distance that, at this speed, is definitely beyond the inner range of the mental hospital. Turning constantly in the corridor, it feels like running several laps around the same corridor. I can’t remember the same dim light, the same monotonous walls, and the same blood stains dragged on the ground. It even makes people feel like I’m just running in place. Moving in general.

When the girl stopped, I was out of breath, but the girl and Zhenjiang didn’t have anything at all. On the contrary, Zhenjiang laughed like a girl, just like playing a happy game. .

Standing in front of me, at the door at the end of the corridor, the words "morgue" lit up a striking, cold red light.

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