Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 285: Doomsday syndrome (still 4D)

285 Doomsday Syndrome (still 4D)

The three girls in the room are still playing their weird card game. I glanced around and confirmed that the cards in my pocket should be the same as these cards. I ignored them and sat across from Dallas. Down.

"I have a clue about oil painting, but it will take some time." I opened my eyes and said nonsense. "However, the martial law has been very severe in the last night and it has had a great impact on my actions, you know. What?"

"Yes, this place is getting more abnormal. There was chaos in the early hours of this morning. It seems that a patient ran out of the tower and several guards died." Dallas also had a heavy face, he said. The high tower built on the top of the hill has not been opened since I woke up from this hospital. "The specific situation is not clear, but I think we should leave this place as soon as possible. The progress should be made. Speed ​​up, now that you have a clue, why don’t you tell me, let’s go over it together?"

Dallas stared directly at me, but I had already figured out my excuses and didn't intend to hide it all at first. The cooperation between us is a kind of bargain. If I don't give him something practical, it would be a little wishful thinking to get more from him. I understand this very well.

"The oil painting suggests a place. I don’t know what’s there. You saw my embarrassment the other day. I might as well tell you that the woods here are a bit weird. If you really want to go, do it. Psychological preparation." I said, telling him all the monsters I have encountered in the woods that the oil painting implies. This information is no longer important to me. Even if he is not really intimidated by my experience, the location I have previously identified is enough for him to be busy for a long time, if it weren’t for me to see the illusion of "Morino" , It is impossible to find the real location so easily.

I gave the map I made to Dallas, and he gasped when he saw it.

"Are you going to run all these places?" He had an expression of disbelief, "And to act at night?"

"I can't think of a better way other than that, are you sure to do it?" I calmly stared at him.

"Forgive me, this is really a way to find a needle in a haystack." Dallas rubbed his head vigorously, "and we don't have that much time."

"That's really a shame." I said to him: "I will stay and finish it, now I can only hope that you can bring me some good news. Is there any color news?"

"No, I haven't found her yet." Talking about the color, Dallas's expression was a little gloomy, "but I can be sure that the color has always been in that tower, but I can't be sure if she is still alive. "As he said, he took out a folded copy paper from his pocket, "I have spent a lot of time hacking into a doctor's computer and then accessing the general database. The database of this hospital is only a staff member. Can access, but only can view different areas according to different permissions. Unfortunately, using the doctor’s computer, I can only go around the database. It seems that to enter the database deep, I must pass through a special device. This is one A catalogue, which includes the treatments and experimental projects that can be found on the periphery of the database. There are many interesting things in it, and..." Dallas glanced at the three girls playing cards and said: "The people who participated in these projects include the owners of the last document, that is to say..."

"Me, Shi Lu, and the girl in this room are all participants in the same experiment?" I added what he wanted to say.

Dallas shrugged and said, "Yes, you, your close friends in the orphanage, and many more children, have done a lot in these experiments. However, you can still communicate with me. There is only you."

I unfolded the copy paper and checked the catalogues listed above. There were many familiar words in it: split personality and environmental impact, brain wave residual reaction, the effect of low light on the disease, fog poisoning reaction, cancer cell observation , Mitochondrial research and carcinogenic response, abnormal reproduction of mitochondria, hypnosis treatment and methodology, psychological presentation in a virtual framework... These items are listed in more than 30 items. According to Dallas, there are many other items based on these items. The branch research with the name as the end point is like a huge tree, with thin roots continuously divided down, and the culmination of the total expansion of these thirty projects is a secret project called the "Human Completion Project".

The brief description, purpose, method and process of the "Human Completion Project" are all hidden in the depths of the database. Of course, it cannot be confirmed that this mysterious experimental plan is the focus of the hospital's work. In fact, we don’t think that the staff in this hospital are just working to complete this experiment.

"The person in charge of this human replenishment program happens to be the owner of the computer I hacked." Dallas stared at me with strange eyes. "It's the Dr. Ender who is in charge of your psychological treatment. This catalog Two-thirds of the projects in China were proposed by him. In addition, he used to be a psychologist for more than 50 children, including Xi Er and these girls."

"Is there a specific list of patients he is responsible for or who are involved in these projects?" I asked.

"Of course, but even if you know it, it's useless. I've looked for it. No one except you and these three girls can be found." Dallas handed me the second copy paper." Almost all the people who could not be found were stamped with death certificates and discharge certificates. Only because there was no proof from Yanwen Novel Network, I can be sure that she should still stay in that tall tower. By the way, I remember being the same as you. There is also a girl named Dorothy in the orphanage. She is also on the death list. I am extremely sorry about that."

As Dallas said, I found the name "Doroth" and saw the mark of death after the name. My heart was empty, I couldn't tell whether it was pain or sorrow. I have never seen her since I woke up on Ranwen.com, just like the "Zhenjiang" in the world without Ranwen.com. Moreover, they are not completely similar in appearance. According to the understanding of the side, their personalities are There seems to be a difference, but if you say that you are indifferent, it must be a lie. There is indeed something intangible blocking your heart. Ah, is she dead too?

In this world, "Mae" died a long time ago, and now "Doroth" has also been confirmed dead, "Sei Se" is missing, and may have been imprisoned in a tall tower with no sky, "Sakuya" , "Eight Views" and "Marceau" have become dementia patients. As for "Gaochuan", isn't it also dead in a sense?

Now, there is only one lonely soul left, moving with the body of "Gaochuan".

I suppressed the sorrow in my heart, and looked at the experimenters recorded on the paper one by one, and quickly found the two names of "Morino" and "Shirai", just like the shadow of the doomsday world.

"Are they a couple as well?" I remembered the hysterical wailing of a girl named "Morino" in the vision I saw last night.

She said that she didn't have any Ranwen Novel Network anymore.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter with you?" Dallas' voice woke me up from grief, and I realized that I was crying again, and the tears wet the paper.

I’ve never found myself so emotional and so easy to cry. In the apocalyptic world, I can always stop watching those tragic things, or look away before being affected by sensuality, but In this world, I cannot escape everything that this body carries, and the emotions born from it. This made me better understand how gloomy, weak and sentimental the boy named "Gaochuan" is.

"I know these two people." I pointed to the names "Morino" and "Shirai", and said to Dallas earnestly: "I know them." I don't know why I want to tell him, maybe just It's to let even one more person remember their name.

"Uh, do they have anything special?" Obviously, Dallas didn't understand my thoughts at all. But I just said: "No, there is no Ranwen Novel, but they are my friends. Now they are dead. No one will think of them anymore except us. There is no Ranwen Novel. Prayer, no Ranwen Novel. Sad, there is no funeral for Ranwen, or even a decent grave. Dallas, do you hope we will be like them when we die?"

"No, of course not."

"So, if we can remember them, maybe after we die, someone will remember us as well."

Dallas's face showed a look of confusion and distress. In the end he just sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Don't say such unlucky things."

The two of us fell silent, and the room became silent for a while, only the noise from outside the house came in from time to time, some people laughed, some yelled, some muttered, some ran...in the noisy energy and the peace of the sun , I seem to smell a rotten and hideous smell.

"I will continue to try to enter the core of the database. I think there should be information about the tower." Dallas broke the silence and said, "Although there is no evidence from Ranwen.com, I think this hospital is not the only one. A lurker, this kind of place is joking to say that there are no commercial spies on Ranwen Novel Network. What happened recently is very wrong. Someone must have done it. The chaos should continue to expand. This may be the best way for us to leave here. Opportunity. If I can't save the color during this period, then... I will leave immediately and never come back. My identity cannot be preserved in the investigation after the chaos is over. Although it is regrettable, my strength is also This is the only way to do it, so if I run away, if you can still see the color, please tell her..."

"I know." I interrupted him: "I will tell her that you have tried your best. There was once such a man who came all the way in her distress."

"Ah... this job as a spy is really not suitable for me." Dallas exclaimed bitterly. I agree in my heart that this man is just a bad scammer.

"I will find a breakthrough from Dr. Ender. Since I am the only one who survived the experiment, I must be very important to him, and he needs my cooperation." I recalled again." The illusion of Morino being murdered, could the middle-aged man who killed her be Dr. Ander? If it were him, then the birth date of the incident should be at least twenty years earlier than today, after all, Dr. Ender is now about 60 years old. So how did I get that piece of information?

The words that middle-aged men chanted when they were crazy appeared one by one in this "Human Completion Project" research branch catalog. He once said, "The mitochondria that reproduce cancerously will produce their own consciousness and will absorb the residual band of the surrounding environment." Although I don't know the specific content of these words, I can imagine one or two things.

——Cancerous reproduction.

——mitochondria.

——Zhen Jiang.

I habitually stroked my right eye. The speculation about the existence of the doomsday world is gradually overlapping with the existence of this world. From the known information, it can be inferred that from the age of "Moriye", research on a certain disease has already begun, and the death of "Mae" in this world is just the continuation and influence of this disease. She is not the first patient. Similarly, including "Gaochuan", other girls have contracted this strange disease sooner or later. But "Gao Chuan" is unique because he was still alive during the treatment process and still maintained a relatively clear consciousness. Although I know that this is my consciousness, not the consciousness of the "Gao Chuan" in the past. For the person in charge of the research project, it is still a great encouragement.

Does he know the reason? Maybe you know, and what's more terrifying is that maybe this is part of the plan.

I don’t want to think deeply about this matter, I feel that the martial universe, the holy king makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil Abandoned the strongest in the Nineth Layer The imperial clan of the Great Zhou came to a huge horror buried in the depths.

As for why "Gaochuan" is the only survivor? I don't understand, maybe it was exactly what Dr. Ruan said, because "Gao Chuan" ate the body of "Zhen Jiang".

However, this unique exception is gradually changing. With this body, I can’t know it better. Those illusions, and the adverse reactions that have occurred from time to time in the body since this morning, seem to herald the aggravation of the disease, as if there is a voice that only I can hear. , Just like everyone else, the three girls in this room are dying, and I can't escape this fate.

The voice urged me to take them away from this hazy sky before I die, before they die.

Dallas said goodbye to me. Before leaving, he said melancholy: "I hope I can meet again next time." Unknowingly, his excitement has become so gloomy. Maybe he was blinded by the joy of success at the time, and he didn't think deeply about how things would become so harsh.

"Definitely." I said to him, watching him walk out of the dormitory building and rush into the crowd in a hurry.

I am not optimistic about the situation in Dallas. As he considered, if the chaos in this hospital is really caused by other spies, then his presence in the eyes of those professional spies must be like in the dark. The light bulb is as conspicuous. I don’t think that my behavior can be hidden from those who are interested, but I don’t mind being exposed to those guys who are also conspiring with the hospital, because "Gaochuan" is an important "**" of the hospital’s core research project, and this identity is enough to make I keep myself safe before the real chaos comes.

I went back to the girls' room, entered the three missing positions beside them, and took out the cards in my pockets. The girls who always looked stupid always had different actions. They stared directly at the cards in my hand, and the next moment, they all threw the cards in their hands. The shattered cards poured on me, and before I could react, they ran to the bed and wrapped themselves tightly in the quilt. Their expressions are still so dull and sluggish, it is impossible to see whether this fierce movement is out of excitement or fear. After a while, they began to hum, perhaps because "Gao Chuan" had heard it before. I was so familiar with the tune of this song that I could almost hum the next syllable.

So I did this, humming this obscure, familiar and unknown song with them, but the girls no longer reacted and just fell on the bed. For a moment, I almost missed them because they died, only to find that they were just asleep, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Their reaction left me scratching my head. It made me realize that we are still the same as before, and we can't communicate at all. The three girls are all victims of the "Human Replenishment Project". In this experiment, what kind of trauma they suffered to become what they are now, I can't imagine at all.

I even feel that their actions nowadays are just out of habit, not self-awareness. These three bodies that are still able to move are nothing more than wrecks from the past to the present.

However, now I can finally study these cards.

The lines and ink dots on the cards looked messy, but I tried to use them as a kind of jigsaw puzzle the first time, trying to find the rules of the lines between the cards and the cards. There are a total of thirty-three cards. According to the outline of the lines, there are not many rounded lines after being combined. I have been thinking about the meaning of the cards I obtained and the meaning of the ink dots. I guessed that my card was the center and involved the combination of ink dots. As a result, I couldn't figure out why until the evening.

I decided to stop here for today, so I put away my card and folded the other cards. I tried to wake up the three girls, but quickly gave up. When I left this room, it suddenly occurred to me that I had never seen them in the cafeteria, and I had never heard of anyone giving them food.

No, there should be someone who takes care of them. After all, there are not many patients in this building who can support themselves. Moreover, although different from me, the consciousness and personality of the three girls who have also participated in the experiment are obviously very flawed, but in any case, they are still alive, and Ranwen Novel Network has not lost the value of use.

So, will there be special commissioners who take care of them and observe them?

Thinking of this, I gave up the idea of ​​going to the cafeteria, went back to my room, and used the cat's eyes in the door to monitor the corridor.

In the next half an hour, 6 staff members entered this dormitory building. Among them were cleaners, cafeteria staff, nurses and doctors. These people went in and out of the patient’s room and cleaned up in the cleaners. While in the room, the doctors and nurses try to talk to each patient. Their language is mild and their actions are compulsive, but judging from their blunt expressions, they are just completing routine tasks and do not have much enthusiasm.

A few people knocked on my door and tried to open it after receiving no response from Ranwen.com, but quickly gave up, probably because they had never succeeded. But I don’t think they actually care if they can open my room.

The doctor, cafeteria staff, and cleaners immediately left. The fat man snatched his dinner, while the remaining nurses assisted patients who had no self-care ability to eat. To my surprise, the three girls didn’t need the help of nurses. They didn’t know when they woke up. They showed fierce resistance to the doctors and nurses. They closed the door when they appeared, causing the cleaners and The cafeteria staff can't get in at all.

However, apparently these people have long been accustomed to this mode of behavior. They didn't even have the extra expressions and actions of Ranwen.com, and left the food directly at the door.

After all the outsiders had left, the three girls opened the door a gap, dragged the food tray in, and closed the door tightly.

Before this, I thought their door would never be closed.

I opened the door of the room and went out, and stood in front of the girls’ door for a while. They finally did not open the door, so I went down the stairs. When they came back from the cafeteria, their door had been opened again, as if they had obsessive-compulsive disorder, this door always opened in the same position. Not only them, but also other patients, and even their behavior, pace, posture, and location are all traces of the previous step. This made me return to this corridor, always giving birth to an eternal and unchanging sense of weirdness.

I looked into the girl’s room from the corridor, and they started a new round of card games, as in the past, as if they could feel the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the gods, the seal, the throne, the gods, and the gods. The Nineth Heaven is the strongest abandoning the young king of Zhou, the king will kill the night god, God seal the throne of the devil, and the world The creators will kill the night god, the **** seal, the throne of the gods, the world, the strongest, and the Ninth Heaven, abandon the young and great Zhou imperial clan to my gaze. As I looked over, I turned my head and looked at me, but even if I greet them, There will be no response, as if the abnormal behavior in the afternoon was nothing but a bubble.

I didn't bother them with Ranwen.com, and went back to my room to read, think, organize and work day after day.

This evening, maybe because I took twice the amount of medicine, neither Ranwen.com dreams nor Ranwen.com hallucinations bothered me.

In the early morning of the next day, I was awakened by a burst of noise. There are many people running in the corridor, their heels hitting the wooden floor hurriedly, and the whole corridor seems to collapse at any time. The abnormal movement suddenly made me awake as if being splashed with cold water. I tried to get onto the wheelchair, but suddenly a sensation spread from my legs.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I confirmed that there was indeed a sensation spreading from my legs—my crippled legs actually felt sensation.

My heart was beating, and I squeezed my legs hard. I didn't feel any pain, but the place I was pinched did feel the martial universe. The holy king made the sacred king. The night kills the gods and seals the throne. The strongest abandoned the young king of Zhou, the king will kill the gods, the gods, seal the throne, and the nine times, the strongest abandoned the young, the big Zhou, the royal family, martial arts, will kill the gods The night-killing **** God Seal Throne Seeking Demon Ao Shi Ninth Heaven is the strongest abandoning the Shao Da Zhou imperial clan to a very unique feeling that cannot be described, which is different from the ordinary touch. I immediately tried to stand up, but I quickly realized that my body might have really undergone some changes, but it was not as profound as Ranwen.com imagined.

I don't know why my legs suddenly felt sensation again. The doctor once told me that in my life I don't want to walk on these two legs. I don't know whether the current situation is good or bad. After all, the changes in this body since yesterday are all tending to be infinitely bad.

The sound of fighting sounded outside the door, heavy objects hit the ground and walls, followed by gunfire and shouting, not only on the second floor where I was, but the entire dormitory building was chaotic. I stopped paying attention to my legs, climbed into the wheelchair hard, grabbed the crossbow beside me and came to the door.

As soon as the cat's eye was put on, a figure from behind flew over here and hit the door all at once. It wasn't until he slipped softly along the facade to the ground that I regained my vision. It seems that this person can't get up for the time being, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

There were fresh blood stains in many places in the corridor. Three or four patients were lying motionless on the ground, and they seemed to be seriously injured. Even the guards, including two in front of my door, were hung on the handrails. That person can already confirm the death, because his neck has been twisted so badly. The bullet came from a patient’s room and hit the railings in the corridor. Sparks splattered, and it was not clear who was fighting. After a while, the gunshots in that room disappeared, followed by screams, a group of screams. Human-shaped flames rushed out from the door, hit the handrail and turned over, only to hear the sound of "touching" and there was no sound of burning novels.

As a result, there were still firefights and voices upstairs and downstairs, but the second floor was completely silent. Although I saw the girls' door closed tightly, I was still worried about the situation of the three girls, so I stopped hesitating and pushed open the door with a crossbow.

The guard leaning on the door fell backwards into the room, and I immediately saw the big hole in his chest. This guy’s heart was gone, he was taken out by something abruptly, and a lot of blood spread out. . Looking at the soiled floor, I was a little bit distressed.

What should I do if someone has to break in because of the blood stains. I tried to remove the corpse on the ground, but the position of the corpse was just stuck in the doorway. I had to drive the wheelchair to run over him, and then from Grab his two legs outside and drag it out.

At this moment, the thought of being questioned after seeing the wheel mark on his body made me feel very troubled. I closed the door while thinking about the excuses. As soon as I arrived at the room of "Sakuya" and others, the room where the fireman rushed out before suddenly rushed out of a dark figure.

I pointed the crossbow at this guy reflexively. This guy was pitch-dark and gave off a burnt smell, and the human figure could only be vaguely seen from the outline. This guy has become such a miserable appearance, but his movements are more agile than normal. If he is changed to another person, he will definitely feel incredible and unable to react.

This guy is aggressive. Although it is not clear whether he is a guard or a patient, he has no intention to speak. My instinct tells me that after the guy in front of me hits me, he is the enemy. Almost in the blink of an eye, he had already swooped at me in a violent wind.

I squeezed the trigger of the crossbow almost at the same time as his action, and fired three crossbow arrows in one breath. The guy jumped to the top of the corridor. This usual athletic ability allowed him to avoid two crossbow arrows, but was shot through the middle of his chest by the third one. It didn't seem to be his fatal point there, he rushed at me again as soon as he fell to the floor. I controlled the wheelchair to retreat, and at the same time pressed the "bee needle" mechanism, a large canopy of iron nails hit this guy like a torrential rain pear blossom, and six or seven of them were directly nailed into his head and eye sockets.

After he fell on the ground, he never climbed up again, and then flames burst out of the facial features and pores of the corpse, completely turning the figure into a black ash.

I can tell that it was not that he was carrying any flammable material on his body, he was spontaneously ignited.

At this time, the sound of fighting upstairs and downstairs has gradually faded. I took the time to twist the handle of the girl's room door and opened the door easily. This situation became more worrying.

When I scanned the room cautiously, I immediately saw a pile of human-shaped gray marks on the ground. Obviously, a fellow like the one before had spontaneously ignited in this place. The three girls were watching the ashes in the human form in a stupid way, and there was no look on their faces as frightened. The room is not messy and there is no trace of fighting. It is hard to imagine that they killed the athletic weird all at once, but there is another explanation, that is, this weird has spontaneously burned and died as soon as he entered the door. However, I don't know why, I subconsciously think that they killed this guy.

Some fragments of memory flashed in my mind, and I seemed to see the burning orphanage in the dream, and the girls standing at both ends of the burning corridor with me as the center.

My brain nerves seemed to be burned by the flames in this illusion, and the scene suddenly disappeared from my eyes. That kind of brain pain is not an illusion at all, it is like a fuse, causing my body to produce various abnormal feelings in a chain.

It seems that some foreign body is spreading in the body. It penetrates into the right eye, into the heart, into the legs, trying to penetrate every cell. The noisy sound occupies almost all the auditory nerves, I can’t understand what it is, like countless people screaming, or like a stone scraping through the glass, I just feel like I am stirred into a ball by the chaotic sound Fuzzy, in addition to this, there is a voice passing through these sounds for a long time, as if telling me something. When all this passed, I only felt that it was as long as a century. I was sweaty all over, and I knew how bad my face was without looking in the mirror. I felt a weak feeling from the inside, and my internal organs seemed to be burning.

I leaned on the wheelchair and stared directly at the three girls. Their faces are still dull and their eyes are still dull, but I have a strange feeling. Something is connecting us through invisible channels, so that we can communicate with each other like single cells without passing through our mouths. This feeling of communication is so weak, it seems that once I try to pass on my thoughts, the weight of the thoughts will instantly dismember this connection.

No, if you want to describe it, it is a substance located deep in this body that is resonating with the same objects in the other three bodies.

Gradually, this communication became less beautiful, and even made me feel a little dangerous. I immediately interrupted it, and as a result, the physical condition seemed to get worse, as if a lot of blood, physical strength and energy were suddenly drawn away.

I think I should understand what happened, but I can’t think about it. When I was able to move, a guard had already barged in. When these people saw the crossbow in my hand, they immediately pointed their guns at everyone in the room.

The feeling of weakness made me not want to say any polite words or explanations. I just let go of the hand holding the crossbow and turned my body to look at them. The crossbow fell on the ground for a long time before the muzzles were lowered.

"Room 5, there are four survivors." A guard said while holding down the walkie-talkie, and then some instructions came from the walkie-talkie. He turned his head, his eyes fell on me and the three girls one by one, and then asked I went: "Your name is Gaochuan?"

"Yes, I am Gao Chuan." I replied calmly.

The guard responded a few words to the walkie-talkie and immediately notified his colleagues to collect the team. This group of people came fast and went fast, and went downstairs after a while. But they couldn't leave this place. I saw them in the corridor by a group of guys in chemical protective suits into an ambulance. As I expected, more people in chemical protective clothing rushed into the dormitory and sprayed mist that was probably disinfectant. The three girls and I were taken into a car and forced to take off their clothes and take a shower. . Medicated cold water makes people very uncomfortable, especially in winter, they don’t mind the difference between men and women. They directly let me and the three girls use the same bathroom at the same time. The small space makes us turn around. Rub each other's skin.

After taking the medicinal bath, we each got a blanket, and the chemical protective clothing personnel in the car used tools to test us again, and then nodded and signaled us to go out. They confiscated my wheelchair, and after I got off the car, they gave me a foldable standard wheelchair so that I would not have to climb back. Fortunately, I kept my eyes on it yesterday and copied a copy of the card in my hand and buried it outside the building. In fact, the place where we got off was more than 100 meters away from the dormitory building. A yellow belt circled the dormitory building for 50 meters. All the guys who tried to approach were driven away by the guards outside the yellow belt and wanted to watch. The lively guys can only look away from a hundred meters away.

This is great. The three girls and I are displaced, but it's better than dying inside. Now I don't know how many patients can escape. After a while, I thought about the objects kept in the room and the cards that the three girls hadn't been able to bring out. It was a big headache to unlock the secrets.

This time the chaos is more serious than the last time. According to Dallas, the source of the chaos is the tower on the hill, and the patient escaped from it. I couldn't help but look in that direction. Above the lonely black tower, the low gray flow cloud was sliding in a slow and heavy posture, as if to imply that the whole incident was far from over.

I looked around at the people around me, the buildings, and the shadows sprinkled on the buildings, no matter where it was, I could feel the martial universe, the holy king, the sacred king, the night kill, the god, the seal, the throne, the gods, and the world, the nine heavens. The strongest abandoned the young king of Zhou, the king will kill the gods, the gods, seal the throne, and the nine times, the strongest abandoned the young, the big Zhou, the royal family, martial arts, will kill the gods The night kills the gods and seals the throne to ask the devil, proud of the world, the strongest, abandoning the young and big Zhou imperial clan to a feeling of eagerness. I don't know how many people with different minds here, and what way of thinking they look at this commotion. I didn't find Dallas within the scope of Ranwen.com, but I think he must also be watching that dormitory building, and he is confused for his future.

Someone in "Gaochuan" called me behind me. I immediately heard Dr. Ruan's voice. She said, "They informed me that you are here. Ah, there are lovely girls."

I turned my wheelchair and greeted Dr. Ruan.

"What the **** happened? I hadn't woken up yet, and suddenly the war started. There are also those spontaneous burning guys, we were almost killed by them." I behaved deliberately annoyed.

"Ah, this...It is the patient who is spontaneously igniting. These guys were originally imprisoned in the black tower because of the particularity of their illness, but they came out without knowing what happened." Dr. Ruan paused and said, " I don’t know the specific situation. Dr. Ander is responsible for this."

"Isn't Dr. Ender a psychiatrist? He is in charge?" I asked.

"Because it is his patient, um...or rather, he is an expert in researching that type of disease." Doctor Ruan thought for a while and said to me, "Speaking of which, these patients with spontaneous combustion have something to do with you. "

"Relationship? I don't have relatives like Ranwen Novel." I frowned and said, I could see Dr. Ruan's hesitation. She seemed to want to reveal something in depth. Although I don't understand why she made this decision, I really want to hear what she knows.

"You know~IndoMTL.com~Zhen Jiang has a serious illness." Dr. Ruan said, "And, you have contracted the same disease sooner or later after her. Originally, this disease did not burn. Fiction.net is infectious, but the resulting syndromes are infectious. The frenzy and spontaneous combustion of these patients is a manifestation of the late syndrome. So you should understand? They are the same disease syndromes as yours. Patient."

"You mean, if I can't get effective treatment, I will end up like them?" I said, "For this reason, I was locked in a black tower like those patients with spontaneous combustion, right? You lied to me, she was not discharged from the hospital at all, and you failed to cure her."

"Yes, but Dr. Ender has been studying this disease for more than 20 years. He is an expert in this field, and you are still alive. This does not prove that the control and treatment of this disease have been Have you made great progress in your body? Believe that some time will be able to achieve breakthrough progress, then all patients suffering from this type of disease like you will receive effective treatment." Dr. Ruan said with a smile.

I did not have an interface to Ranwen Novel. I was silent for a while and asked: "Is there no name for this disease?"

"There is an irregular name." Dr. Ruan paused and said, "Dr. Ande called it Doomsday Syndrome." ..