Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 248: Regression

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The speed of falling is getting faster and faster, first it is dark, and then even the perception of nothingness disappears as quickly as bubbles. (

Reading Net) There is no Ranwen Novel Net anymore, even the chaos is no longer there, and then I feel a half-dream and half-awake feeling, as if my soul has fallen back into my body, and I can finally feel the existence of the body . However, the body seemed to be pressed against a 10,000-ton boulder, and even the fingers could not move half of it. The sound of the wind came from the ears, and the moisture-rich wind blew the skin, creating a cold feeling, mixed with the green and astringent smell of trees and soil.

I twisted my body vigorously, seeming to hear the sound of teeth grinding like rusty joints. My consciousness seems to be pulled by a force, and it will fall back into a deep dream at any time, and thus a great fear arises, as if I can't wake up after falling asleep. This kind of fear supported me in trying to think about some things, so as not to let my consciousness fall into the quagmire of difficult operation. Maybe it succeeded, maybe there is no Ranwen Novel Network. Maybe I thought about something, but the things I thought of were just taking shape, they were crushed to pieces by an irresistible force, leaving nothing but a blank.

I began to feel the presence of my eyelids, as if they were tightly attached to my face, the eyeballs could also spin, and a hazy light floated under the eyelids. My body finally turned over. I felt my chest touch the ground and tried to prop up my body, but my arms couldn't exert any strength.

I fought desperately against this nightmare resistance. When I finally opened my eyes, my vision was still hazy, with only a gray ground close at hand. I breathe hard, like squeezing my lungs to the limit before I can breathe in a tiny amount of oxygen. My mind is not sober, the scene that once hovered in my mind seemed to be drowned in a thick mist, I only knew that I had to get up.

Some hard object on my face slipped off the bridge of my nose and half drooped on my ears. I shook my head vigorously and it fell to the ground.

It is a pair of glasses with a blurred human figure reflected on the lens.

Finally, the limbs accumulated a trace of strength, but they were not enough to get up. I turned my body again, spread my limbs, and lay on my back on the ground and looked at the sky. The clouds on the other side showed a faint bright color, and a few white stars and a pale half-moon could be seen faintly. The field of vision seemed to float between light and dark, and suddenly jumped, as if it became clearer.

It's going to dawn--this thought popped out of my mind.

With this thought, my consciousness became more and more concentrated. I recalled why I lay in this place and where it was. In the continual tracing, what happened once is connected by an invisible thread like a pearl, and energy quickly grows in the body.

Sauron, Irene, Security Agent Body, Father Sisson, Marceau, Zhenjiang...the figures came to mind one by one like a horse watching a flower.

So that's it, have you finally returned to reality? Although I have experienced many pains such as forcibly waking up from a nightmare, the pain I have suffered this time is probably the greatest. If possible, I really want to do nothing and just let my thoughts spread in the air.

However, you must get up. Everything is not over yet. In reality, there are things that you must confirm.

I finally propped up my body with my strong hands and turned my head to confirm where I was. Zhenjiang, Father Xi Sen, and the huge cocoon all came into my field of vision. There was one missing. When I confirmed that Marceau was not here again, a huge and heavy sense of loss almost took away the newly recovered energy from this body.

Did it fail? I covered my face involuntarily, my mind went blank, but I quickly recovered.

Gao Chuan, now is not the time to complain. I looked at the giant cocoon that had sealed the body of the security agent--maybe Marceau had already returned to his body.

I was about to stand up, but my fingers touched something. I looked down and turned out to be glasses. I picked it up, put it on again, and patted **** the cheek, forcing myself to recover from my depression. The only people who can truly be called "alive" are me and Mae.

Mae was lying less than two meters away from me, with her back facing me moving. He could only confirm that she was still breathing from the rhythmic slight ups and downs of her body. Although I did wake up, Sauron's final ending, Marceau's disappearance, and the unprecedented discomfort when waking up, made me unable to determine whether her consciousness returned from the nightmare world smoothly.

I walked over with a little nervousness and turned her body around, only to find that her eyes had been opened for some time, and a clear and calm gaze fell directly on my face. I couldn't help but let out a relieved laugh, and my anxiety suddenly disappeared.

"Good morning, A Jiang."

"Good morning, Achuan." She replied neatly.

"You look good." I held her shoulders and back and asked her to sit up from the ground.

Mae’s dress is the same as when she left the temporary data hedging space in the tomb area, because it is parasitic on the body of the female bartender "Sha", although her figure and posture have been completely transformed, regardless of her figure, hair, or skin color. Still, none of the facial features left the shadow of the original owner, but he still wore the denim hot pants and tight-fitting vest at the time. Even the black robe dedicated to the wizard did not fall.

She didn't say anything more, she put her right hand into my pocket. Only then did I realize that the coat that was given to her in Irene's nightmare world, which was both a windbreaker and a tuxedo, was just right on my body. Sure enough, are you and others in the temporary data hedging space at the top of the mountain, just a thoughtful body reconstructed from partial consciousness and ontological information?

I didn't know what Zhenjiang was looking for until she took out the mysterious chip. Staring at this chip, I thought of Marceau again, feeling sad. If Marceau fails to leave this world, the end will probably be unlucky. Regardless of whether he can return to the temporary data hedging space, even if he returns there immediately, it may be too late.

I have had the best and last chance. Now that the tumor area has disappeared, Sauron can't escape the clutches. For Irene, I have lost the use value and can no longer safely enter and exit the temporary data hedging space. I cast my gaze towards the giant cocoon beside me. Inside, there is a body that has been transformed from Marceau’s body into a safe agent body, but the body that has lost its personality consciousness, even if it is too strong to be human, even if it can act autonomously. Maybe one day there will be a new sense of personality, which is not the Marceau I know.

Now, I only hope that Miss Marceau will return to my body just like me, even though that body has been transformed into a "safety agent body."

Mae pinched the chip with **** and slowly lifted it up. During this process, I was surprised to find that there seemed to be reflections flashing on the surface of the chip, and I couldn't help but observe it carefully.

Although it’s not real from the surface of the chip, when the trajectory is smooth, the trajectory forms a tortuous loop line segment, like a dark pattern that is invisible to the naked eye, or is it... a loop?

I recalled that when the trash in the tumor area condensed into giants, the DNA double helix light that served as the core. I once suspected that it was part of Irene’s personality intelligence, because the chip storing it was probably a product of cyberball personality technology. The surface of the chip at that time also has loops, but it is more obvious than this time. Will the miss body Marceau be converted into a similar form and stored in this personality chip?

Before the security agent body and personality chip are brought back to the cyber ball for identification, Marceau’s whereabouts, life and death cannot be determined. A sentiment of the end of the mission came to my mind, and I started to feel a little impatient to leave this small town. There is no more things I can do here.

I held onto the chip tightly and looked back at the hilltop apartment close at hand. In the condensed morning mist, twelve blue flames burned quietly on the clock tower. No matter how the mountain wind blows, they cannot be extinguished. It has been said that when all the twelve flames rise, the Tianmen Project will enter the final stage, and Zhenjiang and I have witnessed the provisional data hedging space located in the same dimension after the four structural foundations have been laid. The impact on reality.

The milky white morning mist surrounding the hilltop apartment seems to have been spilled with ink, gradually turning into a depleted and depressed gray, and the continuous diffusion of gray makes people feel uneasy. As the sky light on the other side gradually descended, the pale star points and Wanyue lost their tracks in the clear sky, and this gray fog became thicker and thicker, as if resisting the infiltration of sunlight. The heavy gray fog flows slowly in the mountain breeze as visible to the naked eye. The doors and windows of the apartment have become blurred, followed by lawns, trees, swings and sandpits and other public welfare amusement facilities, and finally even the faintly floating silhouette has become unfamiliar. It looks like a misty mirage.

If you don’t go in for confirmation, or know that there is such a place, no one will be able to say whether this building is a mountaintop apartment or a mental hospital that was burned ten years ago.

The gray mist crossed the large iron gate of the courtyard-style vestibule, and the thick gray mist was like a river bursting its banks. After scouring the bank, it formed a stream, and then gathered into puddles, falling down the mountain road, and drilling in. forest. The aggressive proliferation phenomenon makes me feel that reality is being replaced by nightmares. Before it actually happens, no one can be sure that things will not change that way.

The anxiety in my heart urged me to look around and ran towards the car parked in front of the courtyard wall. Every time I pass a car, I will try to open the driving door. Although I don’t have much hope, maybe the lucky stars are shining today. When I pass a beige sports car, I not only successfully opened the side door of the driving position, but also It was discovered that the car key was not unplugged.

I ignited the engine, backed up and returned to Zhenjiang, and asked her to put the cocoon of the security agent body and Father Xi Sen's mummified body into the trunk of the car.

Just as Mae closed the door of the co-pilot seat, I immediately stepped on the accelerator and sprinted towards the town at the foot of the mountain~IndoMTL.com~Along the way, except for the sound of Lin Tao, the sounds of other insects and birds disappeared. The woods on the side were filled with a suffocating silence. Obviously it was the time of dawn, but the sky was getting darker and gloomier under the shroud of gray mist, as if the wings of the night had never been shed.

I kept driving to the bus stop near the foot of the mountain, and looked at the top of the mountain with a surviving mood. Far away from this mountain, the sun began to spill over the earth, and the sky was clear and transparent, with only a layer of fine sand-like clouds flowing slowly, no matter the temperature, humidity or color, it was declared that this was a good weather. However, between the top of the mountain and the sky, there is a thick gray mist rolling, which seems to condense into dark clouds at any time. The place where the mountain top apartment is located is not even visible at any time, as if it is wrapped in a cloud of turbidity and deterioration. In the protein.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in the thick gray fog, and I seemed to hear a thunder.

Lightning, thunderstorms, and hazy sky, these sceneries make my impression of the temporary data hedge space overlap with the reality before me.

Although I didn't think that the gray fog could cross the mountainside, I still stepped on the accelerator immediately and left the building that left me a deep memory far behind.

Goodbye, Hilltop Apartment.