Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 284: Intermission Death (18) 4D Big

284 Intermission Death (Eighteen) 4D Grand Chapter

Previous summary: One night, after taking medicine, I saw a girl with a blurry face. After getting rid of the guards and monsters who patrolled the night, I followed the girl's phantom and came to a camphor wood belt.

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I dived into the woodland, and the more I went forward, the trees became denser and the camphor trees began to become denser. The luminous light becomes dim in the canopy of the trees. There is no moon on this night, and even the stars seem to feel the martial universe. The holy king makes the sacred king. The night kills the gods and seals the throne. Zhou royal family will kill the night **** God seal throne seeks the devil, proud of the world, the strongest abandonment of the Ninth Heaven The Indian Throne seeks the devil, proud of the world, the strongest in the Ninth Heaven, abandons the Shao Da Zhou imperial clan to hide in the haze that fills the forest. The night dew is heavy, and it feels cold and clammy like a poisonous snake climbing along the spine. The damp smell not only contains mud and wood leaves, but also confuses the strange smell of not knowing what it is. It makes people intuitively feel that they are entering a strange world. .

I started to feel a little nervous, not only because of the difficulty of walking at night, but also a series of strange things that made me wonder if there is really something wrong with my spirit. Who is that girl? Who is the middle-aged man chasing the girl? And where did those corpse dogs and candle-like monsters come from? As I thought, I turned on the flashlight and searched. The light was completely swallowed by the deep night ten meters away, and the darkness was like a floating mist.

There are many questions that cannot be understood, but the term "illusion" can explain all of them. Although I don't want to accept that this is the real world, I am a mental patient, and the apocalyptic world I was in before is just a dream, but the more I think about it, the more I can't escape this statement.

Am I really a mental patient? Am I really the boy "Gaochuan" in these populations? Perhaps the reason that really prevents me from admitting this statement now is that I can’t feel the martial universe, the holy king makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne asks the devil Abandoned the strongest in the Nineth Layer Everything from the imperial clan of the Great Zhou Dynasty to that "Gaochuan". Maybe this body is the mentally ill boy "Gao Chuan", but now occupying this body is a soul from the apocalyptic world.

Apart from the body, I have not inherited any personality traits of the sad and pitiful mentally ill boy "Gao Chuan". No, maybe there are memory residues buried in this brain, as well as the pathological response of this sex, and the girls with the same name, these are the reasons for my hallucinations.

What happened to the original "Gaochuan"? When this question surfaced in my mind, a kind of sadness that did not have the foundation of Ranwen Novel Network could not help but surface. This kind of sadness seems to have been hidden in every cell of this body, washing my soul like a sea wave, causing tears to overflow from the lacrimal glands uncontrollably.

——Dead, disappeared.

——It's painful.

——So sad.

——The unfinished will.

——It is precisely because there is hope in the past pain that I hate fate so much.

As we continue to deepen into the darkness of the forest, the complex emotions hidden in this body are rushing out. There seemed to be a silent call in front of me that was attracting this body, making me unable to stop even if I was stumbling while sitting in a wheelchair.

I don’t know where I have come. The particles of light quietly disappeared around me, as if they were everywhere. When I was awakened from the complex emotions and strong calls, I was already Stopped in a large area of ​​camphor wood.

As I looked around hesitantly, the beating of my heart involuntarily became fierce, as if it rang directly in my ears, and even my breathing began to become heavy. I know that there must be something here. Maybe I have come to the place depicted in that strange oil painting, but I cannot tell whether it is similar to the panorama in the painting.

I did not find the cemetery implied in the oil paintings without Ranwen Novel. It looks no different from ordinary woodland. There is no tombstone, no bulging soil pockets, and no phosphorous fire floating. Only the roots of the beautiful trees not far away are exposed on the ground, and they are surrounded by a large rock.

I had to steer the wheelchair towards the rock.

The rock is as high as one person, and even if I can stand up, it takes a little effort to climb. I leaned on the rock and looked back at the place where I was standing. Monsters seemed to jump out of the misty darkness at any time. I have grasped the weapon tightly, and touched the mechanism on the armrest of the wheelchair with my finger, in case I would be attacked, I have forgotten the monsters I encountered during the last tomb-hunting adventure. Even if the preparations made this time are more adequate than the last time, you can only escape when you encounter that amount.

I don’t know how long I stared at the darkness there. Maybe it’s because the strange and disturbing darkness and silence obscured the passage of time. Maybe it’s because I was accidentally lost. When consciousness began to regain, there were heavy breathing sounds in the darkness, footsteps trampling on the remaining branches and leaves, and the friction sound of rushing out of the bushes, all of which made it clear that someone was coming here.

I didn't avoid it. No, it should be said that my body is completely unable to move, just like the will is blocked in the nerves of the brain and cannot be transmitted to the parts below the neck. I didn't panic on Ranwen.com, anyway, I have experienced enough strange things. Rather than drilling without a head, it is better to see who is going to escape in this dark woodland.

I even guessed that everything that is born in front of me now is also the remnants of this body, the former "Gaochuan". Thinking about it this way, I felt that it was very similar to the situation where I could not move my body when I had a nightmare, but was able to detect my dreaming in the clues.

The small figure emerged from the black screen in front, then tripped over the roots of the ground, got up in a panic, and continued to rush forward staggeringly. There was also a footstep behind this person, and it could be judged from the sound that the chasing person was hurried but not panicked. The fleeing figure fell to the place where I stood before, and when I got up again, I was able to tell her identity.

It is the girl I chased before.

Needless to say, the person who rushed behind her was the middle-aged man who had a vague appearance but gave me a familiar feeling. He burst out from the front like a shady, and almost caught the girl. .

The "No" girl screamed. She was terrified. She fell over without seeing her feet. Now she must be unable to escape the middle-aged man's clutches.

I don’t know what the relationship between these two people is, nor why the hunting scene was staged, but just from the current situation, it makes people feel indignant and want to help the panic and helpless. Girl. However, no matter how agitated my emotions, I cannot shake my body. I am like a ghost that nobody hears. A stake rooted in a rock, I can only watch the middle-aged man grab the girl’s clothes and grab it. Her head pressed her whole body to the ground.

The girl screamed in pain. It seemed that she was hurt somewhere. In fact, from the outside, she was already covered in cuts and bruises. The patient clothes on her body were covered with scratches and tears.

It turns out that this girl is also a patient in this hospital.

The middle-aged man also looked embarrassed, but he couldn't tell his identity from his clothes. He panted heavily and cut the girl's right hand behind his back, it seemed that it took a lot of effort to restrain the girl's struggle.

"Follow me back," he said.

"No, no," the girl just yelled hysterically, like a frightened soul trying to break open the body and escape.

"Your illness is more serious. If you don't get treatment, you will disappear completely." The middle-aged man also yelled, his voice full of anger and fear.

What is he afraid of?

"I don't want to be like those girls, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want, I don't want..." The girl cried, "I would rather die."

"You won't die, I won't fail. I tell you, I won't fail." The middle-aged man seemed to be stimulated and shouted hysterically, "Listen to me, I'm almost succeeding. , As long as you continue to cooperate with me, I can get the right data. You will get better, and the boy you like, even the girls before, all will get better"

"I don't have any Ranwen Novel Network anymore, there is no Ranwen Novel Network..." The girl did not hear the middle-aged man's words, but she was sobbing.

"Morino...Morino..." The middle-aged man sighed and called this name.

Is this girl called Morino? I once again felt the comical and loss of reality and dreams. Just like the correspondence between things and shadows, those people in the doomsday world also have the same names in this world, which reminds me of those people in the doomsday world from time to time. The two worlds revolve like yin and yang fish. To me, I can't tell which one is real.

Every time I contact them with the same name, it makes me feel like standing on the boundary between the two worlds. It's just a gray and vague, only the existence of concepts, a ghost that can't touch the real.

However, this body has its own real, unreal, just the soul that exists in this body.

I think, therefore I am, but where does the thinking I belong? I don't know, I keep thinking, but I can't get the answer.

If the apocalyptic world is my reality, I can’t remember the names of my parents in the apocalyptic world, and I can’t remember everything I did before I gave birth to the toilet. That’s right, I have knowledge of the past, I know What I have done, but this kind of cognition can't go deep, and can't get any details.

When did this start? Maybe that was the case at the beginning, but I never thought about it deeply, habitually. However, since this question has been raised by the doctor as evidence that the doomsday world is just a dream, I can no longer ignore it.

However, if this world is my reality, I cannot accept it even more. Even if the doctor said that I am only having amnesia, even if I am amnesia, in this place where I have lived for a long time, I should feel martial arts at some time and somewhere. Move the universe, the holy king, make the sacred king, kill the god, the **** seal, the throne, ask the devil, the world, the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest, abandon the king, the night kill the god, the strongest, the king, The throne of the gods and gods seal the throne of the gods and gods in the world, the strongest abandonment of the Shao Da Zhou imperial family, the gods will kill the night gods Sacred king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne, asks the devil, the world, the nineth heaven, the strongest, abandons the young man, the god, the king, the strongest, abandons the young man, the imperial world, The throne of India is the strongest in the Nineth Heaven, the strongest abandonment of the Shao Da Zhou imperial family, the **** will kill the night **** The body also gradually created barriers. I think I don't belong to this world. The reality of this world belongs only to the mentally ill boy "Gao Chuan", not to me.

I am like a duckweed without the roots of burning novels, floating along a long and winding river to the front where I don't know where, what is the truth that really belongs to me? This kind of vain mood is now eroding my soul, making me desperate to do something to prove that I am a real existence, born and rooted in a certain world.

Amidst the scattered thoughts and violent emotions, I gradually realized that everything that was happening before me was heading towards **.

I have smelled a broken, cruel breath.

"Morino, Morino...Let me think about it, let me think about it, since the mitochondria that reproduce cancerously will produce their own consciousness and will absorb the residual bands of the surrounding environment...how to sort out the chaotic state of multi-consciousness and multi-personality... …No, why should I sort it out? Yes, yes, I was wrong from the beginning... It should be so, why should we control cancerous reproduction? Ha ha... Ha ha ha... That’s it, that’s it, it should be cancer that should be controlled The consciousness and personality generated after sexual reproduction" The middle-aged man yelled. He seemed to be immersed in his own world. He didn’t know that his hands were too strong, and he almost strangled the girl to death. He was still in a demon. Bannian talks about words such as "hypnosis", "self-cognition", "environment" and "replacement".

He seems to be really sure about something, the whole facial features become distorted because of the constant excitement.

The girl struggled again, and she became more frightened. Suddenly, she tore off the clip and pierced the middle-aged man's arm with a pointed head.

The middle-aged man was in pain and woke up suddenly, looking angry because his thoughts were blocked, but he had let go, and the girl was immediately liberated and rolled away.

"Ah you **** **** little son", the middle-aged man yelled ferociously, clutching the bleeding wound. He stopped chasing and fist-inducing attitude before, and rushed to the girl's side fiercely, kicking her in the stomach before she got up. The girl was so painful that her body was rolled into dried shrimps, and the whimper was hardly heard.

"Do you know what you did?" The middle-aged man grabbed the girl hard, as if carrying a tattered doll, slapped her, punched her in the stomach, and made the girl nauseous. "You let me waste an opportunity. I almost have to think about it. You interrupted the greatest Ming of the century" he said, and beat the girl. "Now I have to spend more time. This is the inspiration of the scientist, the inspiration of the great scientist who will change the world, you little beast who knows no good or bad"

The cursing and beating of the middle-aged man could not quell his anger, but made him even more mad. He pushed the girl abruptly, and the girl couldn't help but hit the huge rock beside me, her head slammed heavily on it, and her body slumped down softly. The middle-aged man had picked up a rock from the ground and hit the girl's head like a vent, and even the girl's eyeballs were smashed out.

The girl completely fell to the ground and didn't move. All this abominable and cruel thing was born and over as I watched.

I know, the girl is dead. Her heart is no longer beating, her body temperature will gradually drop without breathing, and on this gloomy and cold night, she will become a cold corpse faster than usual.

I can't change all of this, just like the helplessness of girls, I feel more deeply the helplessness that comes to me-all the things that may happen will happen as scheduled, and develop toward the worst possible. I want to kill the murderer in front of me, but my body is not obedient at all. I want to yell, even the sound can be taken care of by the middle-aged man, but even the sound does not come out.

My heart is pulsing about to tear my chest, and I hear my soul crying.

What a cruel and ugly nightmare this is.

The middle-aged man was panting, clutching his head and turning around in place, chanting "Let me think about it, let me think about it, oh my god...oh my god" he stopped abruptly and opened. Looking at the **** the ground in front of her with her eyes widened, she realized what she had done, and a twisted expression of unbelief, fear, and regret appeared on her face. He was frightened by the girl's horrible body, and he hardly dared to look at the closed eyeballs.

"Oh my god, my god, my god..." He just repeated a word countless times, and the strength of his whole body suddenly leaked out of his pores, and he almost fell to the ground.

He crawled backwards, he looked around, and the silence and darkness around him deepened his fear-this kind of fear can be directly judged by anyone from his expressions and movements, it couldn't be more obvious. He was sluggish for a while, got up shuddering, staggered into the dark shadow, and soon disappeared.

Shortly after the middle-aged man left, a crow suddenly tore through the night, swooped down from the dense tree canopy, and landed next to the girl's body. It bounced back and forth a few times, suddenly "cacked" with a hoarse cry, grabbed the girl's eyeballs, pulled it out of the eye sockets, and suddenly turned its head and glanced at me.

The black button-like eyes seemed to reflect a boy's figure. Even though I think this is just a dream, I still think it really saw me.

Yes, that's it, a crow in front of the girl's face, taking her eyeballs. I woke up, and the crow, girl and eyeballs disappeared. In front of my eyes is still the quiet and dark camphor woods, in this land, I am the only one.

Is this a dream, an illusion, or a memory? I felt it was very difficult for me to make a sound, and my cheeks were completely wet with tears. The kind of immersive sadness, pain and helplessness lingered in the body, soaking the soul. I couldn't help thinking that the real owner of this body, the boy named "Gaochuan", had truly witnessed the tragedy, and therefore had my previous nightmare.

I don’t know if it’s correct to beg Dr. Ruan to perform hypnotherapy for me, but as she said, the effect of hypnotherapy will show over time, but it is not the best therapy. Now it is slowly digging out the memories hidden in this body. These memories have plunged me between hallucinations and reality, but I am not sure that these hallucinations must be completely real.

Even if the past is not completely real, it will also have an impact on me, making me irresistibly believe that everything I see is real.

I can't help thinking, what happened to the girl's body? Who is the middle-aged man? Why would the witness "Gaochuan" paint it as an oil painting? Dr. Ruan said that the crow in the oil painting is actually a sick symbol of a "cannibal" after the mentally ill boy "Gao Chuan" ate his sick female partner. However, the illusion in front of me gave a different view.

What secret did the former "Gaochuan" hide in that oil painting? Or is there really a secret? What do the medical terms used by middle-aged men mean?

The fragments of the puzzle are gradually increasing, but the outline of the pattern has become more confusing. Nevertheless, I still feel that I am not far from the truth.

Without finding more clues, I had to consider the possibility that the girl’s body was buried under my feet. If the oil painting of the boy "Gaochuan" really means something, then this possibility will be magnified. If "Gaochuan" really buried any secrets, the possibility of choosing this place is also very high.

Think about it carefully. The middle-aged man killed the girl by mistake. Although he ran away, would he come back afterwards and bury the body in this place? If he did this, would he carry the condemnation of his conscience, unwilling to return in the subconscious mind, forget this unknown forest, and even prevent others from entering this land?

Frenzy, death, crow... everything that was born that night is undoubtedly a nightmare that those present do not want to recall.

If you want to bury something, this is undoubtedly the best place.

The more you guess, the more sure you are. I pulled out the shovel and started to dig the dirt here. The weeds and shrubs in this area are very luxuriant, and the roots of the plants are high, which makes it very laborious to work. I was not sure where the girl’s body was buried. I had to dig a while here and there, until my hands were sore. I had to use the light of a flashlight to confirm the changes in the soil to determine if there were any signs of loosening.

Actually, I understand in my heart that after the passage of time, the clues left by the soil here are no longer so easy to find, and I don't have the tools at my fingertips. Who can imagine how hard it takes for a disabled person in a wheelchair to dig a large hole in the woods that is enough to bury a person?

But, maybe it was my luck, maybe the memory left in my body guided me now. After digging hard for a while, the shovel hit a hard object again. This time it was different from the feeling of hitting the stone before. The place where the shovel passed was a bit soft, as if someone had loosened the soil here.

Yes, if someone really dug a big hole here... I panted hard, my arms trembled, but a fierce emotion overflowed from my body, prompting me to move more vigorously , Dig down this softly.

The excavated dirt piled up into a hill, and when a pit up to one meter deep appeared in front of him, a pale color emerged from the surface. I quickly pushed the floating soil away with my hand, and what appeared in front of me was a section of Bai Sensen's arm bone.

Yes, it’s here that I’m too tired to speak, my fingers can hardly be fully opened and clenched, but the passion that has appeared once again overstretched my physical strength, making me stick to the whole skeleton Dig it all out.

Staring at the girl’s skeleton, I was already limp in the wheelchair, and now I was down into the pit, looking at the edge of the one-meter-high pit, and for a while, I completely lost the power to climb out.

I am not an archaeologist, nor a doctor. I cannot be sure that this is a girl from the bones alone, but the height of the skeleton convinces me that this must be the remains of the girl. Her posture was obviously placed, her hands folded on her chest, as if she was sleeping peacefully. But I have seen that cruel illusion, and I have read relevant analysis from psychology books, and the murderer is full of guilt for the dead.

In this way, it confirms my previous guess that the middle-aged man must be eager to forget this past and this unknown place.

"Very well, let me see, what are you buried here, Gao Chuan." I couldn't help but mutter to myself.

I searched for a while with the light of the flashlight, and dug another layer of soil around the bones. When I was about to give up, I discovered what was hidden in the skull by coincidence. No, maybe it’s not a coincidence. I’m even more convinced that this is the effect of "Gao Chuan"’s residual memory in this body, which made me grab the girl’s skull and talk to her, so I used the light to peek through the hollow eye sockets. A foreign body that flashed by.

I stretched my hand in, but I didn't know what I was touching. A numbness of electric shock penetrated my body along my fingers, until my legs disappeared. I was shrunk from the electric shock, and my skull fell on the ground as soon as my fingers softened. Then a piece of paper floated out of the eye socket.

I glanced at the skull with lingering fear before I picked up the paper. The paper surface composed of lines and ink dots looks very familiar.

Ah, isn't this very similar to the weird cards played by Sakiya, Hakkei and Marceau? I suddenly woke up. I am even more convinced that this must have been done by "Gao Chuan" once, and he even moved his hands and feet around the three girls. No, they were originally in the same group

However, what secrets are hidden in these cards? I couldn't continue to speculate anymore. After stuffing the card into my pocket, I searched again and made sure that there were no more things from Ranwen Novel.com, and I couldn't find the mechanism that shocked me. Although suspicious, he took the posture of the corpse again, and tried his best to move himself out of the bottom of the pit and fill the soil back.

This time the adventure finally yielded results. Although there is still no Ranwen Novel Network to uncover the final mystery, it still makes me full of energy again. Although physically exhausted, he filled the soil quickly under the high spirits. Although I think anyone who is attentive can detect that this place has been dug up again, it is still one thing whether the middle-aged man will come to this place again, and no one would think that in the skull of the deceased, There was a piece of paper hidden.

I glanced at the place where a tragic past was buried one last time, and left with contentment but melancholy sadness. Before I came, I was filled with doubts, and when I went there was a bit more heavy, but until now, I really feel that I have embarked on a journey, because in this world, as me, instead of being "Gaochuan", I really stay Made a footprint.

With a mysterious piece of paper, I truly feel that the past belonging to "Gaochuan" and the present belonging to "me" are truly connected together. I have been burdened with the love, hatred and struggle of the "Gaochuan" once, and until all the mysteries are solved and the last wish of "his" is fulfilled, I can truly embark on my own path.

I don't have any regrets or regrets on Ranwen Novel, because I know that I want to save the girls with the same name.

Gao Chuan is not everyone’s hero, but it must be someone’s hero. I have always been convinced of this, and I have always insisted on this, and I believe that the same "Gaochuan" used to be until his death.

Perhaps, even death will not end, so I am here.

I seem to hear a voice whispering in my ear like the wind: All this is the choice of the stone gate of destiny.

This time on the return trip, I never saw any monsters. There was nothing to stop me from leaving. With the silence of the night and the sound of the wind in the mountains, I carefully crossed the defense line of the patrol. Everything went smoothly until I lay on the bed of the dormitory room. Fatigue gradually flooded my brain like a tide. I was sinking into a deep ocean. A peaceful and quiet darkness embraced me. The last thought fell. At least until tomorrow, I was finally able to sleep peacefully.

I didn’t have a dream. I woke up earlier than expected, but there was no residual fatigue. The brain and muscles are as if soaked in amniotic fluid for good maintenance, so when consciousness arises When, I naturally opened my eyes. The heavy curtains become brighter under the sunlight, but the room is like dusk if the light does not come in.

I lay quietly on the bed, sniffing the smell of various materials in the workplace, and my mind flashed through everything I had experienced these days. As if there is an invisible giant hand in the brain, shuffle these memory cards, divide them according to a certain rule, stack them, and wait for the cards to be played.

When all this is done, I start work in the morning. I determined my schedule for the day while washing, and then compared the weapons and tools in my hand and the diary recorded in secret words against the work list, and then performed maintenance and ammunition for the wheelchair.

Although I found the mysterious card from the cemetery last night, I tried my best to restrain the urgency and excitement that rose suddenly, and did my routine work one by one. I don’t know what happened to me last night. I’m pretty sure now that I must have collided with the guards on the patrol, and even killed some of them-if those corpse dogs and candle monsters were actually It is the words of my illusion.

I believe that my soul, personality, and thinking are normal. However, this body is not normal. Taking drugs, psychotherapy and suffering from illness all the year round is the reason why I see hallucinations. I don't know what kind of drugs and treatments the "Gaochuan" used in the past, but since I woke up in this hospital, I have been taking clinical drugs that have no labels at all. I believe that most of those drugs and treatments are not formal, because my voluntary admission contract clearly stated that I would accept experimental drugs and experimental treatments.

Although I want to stop taking these drugs, I can't do it at all. Except for commonly used tranquilizers, most of the injections and administration of drugs are strictly accompanied by a doctor. In fact, so far, I don’t know exactly which diseases I have. Although I have read my own files, I can believe from my experience these days and the doctor's attitude towards me that the report about me must be more than just a few thin sheets of paper.

Whether Dr. Ruan or Dr. Ende wants to get a breakthrough from me, they never hide their expectations and declare my importance countless times. They may think that I am a mental patient, so they treat me the same way they treat mental illness, but I am not. I am thinking, sensible, and knowledgeable. I can listen, see and think. Compared with other patients, I can feel that it is not an ordinary doctor's concern for patients.

I don't know when this body will collapse. When I got up in the morning, I suddenly felt something in the body that seemed to move around, which made me feel rusty in my joints from time to time when I acted. At first I suspected that this sudden sensation was just an illusion, but it appeared several times, and during this period, I felt that my mental concentration had dropped significantly, that kind of repeated fluctuations, innumerable chaos, and indistinguishable. The idea of ​​what came up suddenly felt so bad that I almost saw off my thumb.

I had to increase the dosage of several related pills, but the effect was not obvious. I feel that I must report this situation to the doctor, even if it is due to the sequelae accumulated from the use of experimental drugs, I have to use new drugs to suppress it.

I don’t know if I die one day, whether I will really die or wake up in the apocalyptic world. To be honest, I am not afraid of death, but I don't want to die like this. There is still me here, and there are things that Gaochuan could not accomplish.

I have heard that the pace of time is constantly increasing.

Recent events, as well as several times when I met Dr. Ender, his abnormal behavior and mental state made me smell a certain kind of wind and rain.

Yes, time is running out, I think.

In order to avoid the worst possibility caused by the conflict last night, I spent the morning transporting half of the weapons to the newly selected hiding place, avoiding people's eyes and ears. I divided all the things I could use into three parts. One part was left in this house, one part was hidden in Sakuya and their dormitory room, and the other part was buried underground in the corner of the dormitory. In this way, even if someone is caught, all my tools cannot be confiscated.

I believe that even if I was arrested by the people here, Dr. Ruan and Dr. Ande, who clearly have a certain status, will definitely not let others harm me, an important clinical patient.

Maybe I’m worried, maybe the guards are helping idiots, maybe there are reasons I don’t know, anyway, until I finish these things, there is no one who came to arrest me.

I started to stop paying attention to this matter. I told myself that it was over. Even if it was only temporarily suppressed, I could not waste more energy in this area, and there were more important things to do.

I went to the cafeteria at noon, and I didn’t find any clues from the rest of the guards, staff, and patients. They worked and rested as if they didn’t even know that someone died in the conflict last night. The calm itself is abnormal, and I don't think that the death of a guard who patrolled the night is not a big deal for his companion at all.

However, there is a noteworthy piece of information. Many guards mentioned the recent incidents of patients escaping wildly. They even mentioned that Dr. Ander was chasing a patient before. This is my personal experience. At that time, I was being treated by Dr. Ruan. As a result, the stone thrown by the patient smashed the glass window of the consulting room, which scared us a lot. Jump. Even after I got out of the building, the patient showed superior athletic ability and passed me like a wind.

A guard chewed his tongue and vowed to guess that this was a problem with the hospital’s treatment, but he was stopped by his companion and said a few words in his ear. .

Their faces are not pretty, obviously the truth of the situation is unexpected. I couldn't help but wonder whether it was these madness that concealed the conflict last night.

No more information can be obtained from these populations. I refocused my attention on the wall-mounted TV. The program was as peaceful as before, as if I was born in another world. During the initial period of staying in the hospital, I always subconsciously hoped that it could broadcast some news about the doomsday event, so as to prove that this is still the doomsday world. I was just treated as a prisoner in the enemy’s prison, but Now I have no hope for this speculation.

I told myself that I must face the world. It doesn’t really matter whether this world is real or not~IndoMTL.com~ What matters is how I treat it. Live seriously and treat the world with a true attitude. If you treat the world you are in as illusion, then this illusion will play with yourself someday.

After returning to the dormitory, I took out the mysterious card and entered the room of the three girls. As a result, a familiar figure appeared in front of me.

"Hey, your complexion looks good. Is there any progress in that matter?" The person who came was a former fraudster, who claimed to be a reporter, but was in Dallas who was trying to obtain important information from the hospital among the patients. His attitude is a bit too enthusiastic, and his uninvited and familiar behavior always makes me think he is like a piece of brown candy, but maybe this is where he once had millions of cash.

In short, he appeared in front of me more excited than ever, and it seemed that his actions had made a crucial progress. The last time he brought me information about Zhenjiang and Sakuya and other girls, although there was no key information from Ranwen.com, it was this information that led me to request Dr. Ruan to perform hypnotherapy on me.

I suddenly became interested in asking him to help find information about the girl "Morino".

But before that, let's see what good things he got. . ..