Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 291: Incomplete combustion (4)

291 incomplete combustion IV

Dallas touched the brim of the peaked cap with his finger, and looked towards the room, d

"It looks like you have had a good time recently" I didn't answer face-to-face, and let him in.

"Not so" Dallas took off his hat after I closed the door, his relaxed expression became serious, "Isn’t there a patient riot in the dormitory you lived in before? Actually, it’s not just your place, I almost died Up"

I was a little surprised. There was not much news that came out after the riot, and I was so exhausted by the illness that I didn’t pay attention to these things at all.

"Did they not set the fire?" I asked

"Well, at this point, you are hapless on your side than everyone else." As Dallas said, he found a chair and sat down. The weather was quite cold. He pulled his collar and looked around as if looking for Vent

"Those rioters are patients with doomsday syndrome, have you heard of it?" I tentatively asked.

"Of course, I know a lot about this." Dallas admitted without hiding it, and then said to me seriously: "You know, I have some knowledge of hacking methods. Recently, I have been searching on the local area network here for information about color Actually, when you moved to this place, I also learned from the Internet that these are trivial things. The important thing is that I accidentally found something on the computer of an executive"

Dallas took out a portfolio from his arms and carefully opened it in front of me. It was a stack of photos. It is not clear from the screen when they were taken, but Dallas told me that they were stored in At the time, the data was archived in 1997. I carefully observed the photos, and I can roughly recognize that researchers in white coats gathered in front of the instrument in a certain test scene taken from different angles, but the focus of the shooting was not people, but The appearance of these instruments looks very simple, and their use can’t be understood from the photos, but they all have a pre-technological temperament

I did not find an obvious subject in the photos. Judging from the stretched movements and atmosphere of the researchers, the atmosphere is not tense. It seems to be just one of many experiments. There is nothing special about it. Judging from the shooting angle and sharpness, it makes me feel that the shooting at the time was not fair.

"Is the executive secretly photographed? He was one of the researchers at the time?" Of course I would think so.

"It's not certain yet, but that executive was a clinician before being promoted." Dallas did not give a positive answer.

"Clinical? Which aspect is responsible?"

"The information refers to pediatrics" Dallas said: "However, there don't seem to be many children in this hospital. I think his job must be easy, so he has to be promoted at this age. He is almost six. Ten years old"

"What is the relationship between these photos and the color system?" I tried to guess, "Is this a human test scene on the color system?"

Dallas stared at me for a while, and unexpectedly said: "Your expression is so cold, do you really want to save that girl?" Without waiting for my answer, he moved the photos and picked one out of them. Passed it to me, "Look carefully here." He pointed to the translucent cylindrical structure that was partially hidden by the researcher's body in the photo. Because none of the researchers paid attention to this thing, I thought it was not an important organization at first.

"I also ignored it at the beginning. Fortunately, I didn't miss it when I zoomed in on the photo," Dallas said.

"Doesn’t it look good if you didn’t wash the enlarged photo?" I pinched the two corners of the photo with both hands, and leaned into the sunlight by the curtains to distinguish carefully. Obviously, what Dallas wanted me to see was not the instrument, but the instrument. But because of the shooting angle, focus, and brightness, although you can see what is in the straight cylindrical instrument, it is blurred like a semi-transparent shadow

"When I found this photo, there was no time." Dallas shook his head, "That's a girl"

It was probably because I had a hunch after hearing what Dallas said before, so I suddenly understood what he meant.

"What's in it is... the color?" I think I should be surprised, but in fact, I don't have that emotion at all at this time, but I am still a little hesitant, "How do you know it is her? You didn't have it before. I’ve seen her" I remember Dallas mentioned when he talked about the reason why he was lurking in this hospital. He received an **** email inexplicably, and he came in on a whim and conscience.

"I think it's her" Dallas replied, obviously he didn't have enough evidence

"Is this laboratory in the black tower on the hill?" I asked

"This..." Dallas also hesitated, and finally bluntly said: "I only found these pictures on the executive's computer"

"I don’t understand why he only saves these photos." I said, "The photographer obviously has a plan. If he is the person involved, either delete all of these things, or how much should you be sure of. The photo is really his thing? Has no one else used that computer?"

"No, I can't guarantee this." Dallas was a little frustrated, but probably he had thought about the same problem before, so he quickly corrected his emotions. "However, at least we know that the color is likely to be the same. I was alive years ago, and I was experimenting with humans in that tower."

"In this case, what do you think is the chance that she will be alive now, one year from now?" I asked back

Dallas fell silent

"They told me that Shise has been discharged from the hospital." I said, "Maybe this trial has resolved her condition"

"Do you believe it?" Dallas raised his head and stared at me closely: "Don't talk about these stories that you can't even deceive yourself"

I smiled and said, “Of course I don’t believe it at all, especially after seeing this photo. I admit that your guess is correct. Find him, what do you plan to do next? Find that executive to torture him for a confession?"

Dallas nodded and confirmed my suspicion, and he asked me, "Isn't this a good way? We can dress up in disguise"

"How long do you think I can hide it like this?" I patted the wheelchair. Of course, I didn't tell him. I can stand up now. I bluntly said to him: "Why didn't you do it yourself, but came Looking for me? How can I help you? Tell me, I will help you"

"Remember the first time we met?" Dallas said to me with a serious face: "You put me down all at once, I am confident that I am good at it, but at the time I felt that you were merciful. You can kill me...or, you have killed people, right?"

"Do you want to kill someone after the fact?" I was noncommittal and looked into his eyes indifferently. From it I saw the deep anxiety and excitement. I really don't understand why he was so excited.

"Have you really killed someone?" Dallas's body was a little tight, but he said excitedly: "I don't think it is a good thing to kill. I have never killed anyone. But I think if you really want to When a place does something, it has to have this kind of power... Well, I mean, for example, veterans who have been on the battlefield, you know, I'm just okay, and when I really compare it, I'm like a sheep. Harmless"

"You mean, if I can help, it will be better?" I saw Dallas was about to nod, and said first: "However, we had an agreement when we first met, and clues can be shared. But in the action, you should take care of your own affairs. This time is the clue you found. If you really want to do that, you should do it yourself, right?"

Dallas thought for a while and said sincerely: "I just think two people can do well together. You know how big this fish is. We have a great chance to take something out of that person to get us away. The end is only one step away, man"

Dallas is so beautiful, but I don’t have much confidence in the gains of this action. What if Shise really still lives in that tower? I don’t think her current state is better than the three girls in this room, Sakiya, Hakkei, and Marceau, and I don’t think the chances of taking her out of this hospital under the current circumstances are great

Dallas simply wants to take away the lacquer. He thinks that as long as the girl leaves the hospital alive, she will be liberated. However, this is impossible

In the world I know, all the disasters born to us, the opportunity to escape from the hospital, and the key to saving ourselves and the girls, are all concentrated on the most confidential experiment of this hospital, "Human Completion Project". It takes time to understand it, to improve it, to complete it, to find the dead girl and the missing things of the living girl. This is the path to dd

I think that people’s happiness does not lie in being alive; and human being’s life does not lie in *lives only* being liberated, not real liberation, I want to find their souls in this hospital again , I won’t run away from here until I do this

I’m not good at this kind of preaching. I didn’t tell Dallas what I thought. I don’t think I can explain these reasons clearly and make him understand. I don’t think even if he can understand, he What kind of strength can I do with this kind of thing, it’s just a futile effort that puts him in deep danger. I think Dallas should stop here. He has done enough things, but he is just wandering outside the core of the incident. This It is a dangerous sign in itself

I think he may have been targeted by people. Recalling the recent riot of people infected with Doomsday Syndrome. From the information I understand, most of them were not originally patients. Someone is secretly leading In that riot, they were not in the same group as Dr. Ender and others who are now leading the experimental plan. I suspect that the information Dallas obtained this time was actually the bait that those people deliberately released

Dallas has always been busy with color, emotion and reason. I don’t want him to be harmed in this deceitful battlefield, but this is obviously an extravagant hope. I know, whether I agree with it or not, Dallas will definitely go again. Even if it is a trap to find that executive, I have no evidence to convince him

I sometimes think that Dallas is so desperate, perhaps because he instinctively realizes that the more he stays here, the more dangerous his situation is, and he wants to end it all soon

"I think this is a trap. I have a hunch. Once we find that person, the result will definitely not be what you expected." I said to Dallas cautiously, "Even so, do you still decide to go? ?"

Dallas became a little restless. He stood up and paced back and forth. I knew his heart was a little shaken. I wish he could give up his plan because of this dangerous premonition, but he pulled his collar and finally I still insisted on my opinion

"Anyway, this is an opportunity, I think it’s necessary to try it." Dallas looked at me earnestly, "I know this is dangerous, I don’t have much confidence, so I came to look for it. You, I hope you can help me"

I stared into his eyes. He did not back down and was silent for a long while. I agreed that the bad premonition became stronger and stronger. I think this is probably the last time I can help him, although this is for Dallas. It is full of risks, but this action is not life-threatening for me because I am a part of the "Human Completion Plan" and an important test human body. As long as I am in this hospital, no matter what I do, I will kill. Will be forgiven in the use of value. Therefore, only I can help him

Like he said, he needs a "veteran who can kill"

"Great, I don't know how to thank you no, this is what we should do, save the color, right?" Dallas pressed my shoulders excitedly and said, "I'm going back to prepare. If there is no accident, we will act tomorrow night, okay?"

"Okay, you have the final say" I answered.

That’s it. After Dallas left, I picked up the stack of photos and looked at it several times. Although it was not the focus of the photographer, there were several photos that took the straight cylindrical device in from different angles. Maybe it's psychological factors at work. Combining these angles in my mind, the fuzzy shadows that were originally invisible in the straight device, the more I look at them, the more I look at them, the more I look at them, the more I look at them. Maybe it's a woman. Even so, I still stick to my opinion , These alone don’t mean that it’s the color.

However, one thing is the same as Dallas. I also believe that Xiese is still alive. It is similar to that in the tower, and Dorothy, who is also silent, must be hidden somewhere in this hospital.

Although I don’t believe so, but I sincerely hope that their situation will be better than mine

I got up from the wheelchair and stepped on the ground with my feet on the ground. The feeling of solidity filled my heart with the impulse to leap. Compared with the previous period, the state of my feet has recovered a lot, maybe even I can hold on with more vigorous exercise because I will have a physical examination in a while. I can’t help but worry about telling myself that even if someone else knows about these legs, it won’t happen badly. Dr. Ender’s test is about to come. It started, they will neither stop letting me take the medicine at this time, nor will they maimed my legs again, but I still feel anxious

This may be because I want to use my feet, no, it should be said that this abnormally recovered state is the real trump card. I deeply know that when a person loses all his tools, he can only rely on Own*

"What should I do? Mae" I touched my left eye. In that room Mae used to do to me. If that dream can continue, will the same happen again? What's the matter?

I accompanied the three girls and sat in the position of the fourth person on the round table. Watching them make cards, I couldn't help but turn to the information from him when I met Dallas for the first time: The "coordinates" are hidden in the hands of the three girls, but the crow in the room must be obtained first. I have been thinking about what exactly is "coordinates" and what is the "crow in the room". The old dormitory has been burned down, then Do these clues still exist?

I originally thought that "the crow in the room" referred to the crow in the painting, and I did find a tomb dug up by someone based on the possibility, and encountered many things in the process Strange events, but I didn’t notice the connection between these events and the three girls, maybe I just came across a coincidence

Instead, it traces the phantom of a girl who is also called "Morino". Not only does it fit the oil painting scene, but the cards obtained from her grave can be linked to these three girls.

The question is, why is it like foreknowledge, knowing that these things will happen to me?

Leave aside this point, is the location of the "coordinates" hidden in these cards? What does this "coordinate" represent? Where is the color? Where to flee? Or a treasure?

I don’t understand the idea of ​​the color, nor can I understand the meaning of her approach, but now there is one thing that I can believe that the color must be working hard for our future even if it is a long distance away, even watching I can’t see the other person’s back, but this thought makes me feel warm and makes me feel that I’m not alone

Soon I let go of all my thoughts and bid farewell to the three girls. As usual, they would not respond at all.

I went to the cafeteria to eat breakfast, and then spent the whole morning with the doctor. Apart from injecting me a lot of drugs, they still didn’t give me any medical reports. I don’t know if my legs have been exposed, because they I don’t see any abnormalities in his expression, maybe they don’t care, or even notice it, I hope so

On this day, the drugs did not bring me much negative reaction, which made me feel that my body has really improved. When I think of action tomorrow night, my long-lost energy will be squeezed out a little bit this afternoon. I collect materials like I did in the past and plan to make some tools

I want to change the two wheels into a figure eight with reference to the sports wheelchair. Because the legs are already able to move, some auxiliary organs can be cancelled. In addition to making a protective suit, a series of double weapons The rehabilitation of the legs made me think about my experience of running and jumping like a knight in the apocalyptic world, and the increased gravity that I experienced when I jumped down from a tall building, but before enjoying that kind of pleasure, I know I need some tools to assist my feet in restorative exercise

I hope that by tomorrow night, my legs can return to normal human level

Time is very tight. I stay in my own room. Except for exercise, I feel hungry. This is a good sign. I didn’t have such a good appetite during that period of time. At least for one day, all the signs indicate that I’m hungry. My body is changing for the better. I started to relax and make a diet plan based on the nutritional menu I saw. I started to recover and gradually increase my appetite. Maybe I won’t be able to keep up with the action tomorrow night, but in the "Human Completion Plan" "Before turning it on again, there is enough time for me to restore and strengthen my body functions

In the wee hours of the morning, I lay in bed with anticipation. I hope, no, I should say, I think I will dream of Zhenjiang tonight. The anticipation made me toss and turn for a while, and my physical exhaustion made me feel tired. Consciousness gradually blurred

It's still that room

Like last night, I was able to realize that I was in a dream state

A kerosene lamp was burning at the corner of the bed, and she was not seen in the dim light

When I opened the diary, I immediately realized that she was behind me. I turned my head, and through the dark silky silk through the kerosene light, I saw the burning black eyes, Instead, I can’t see the other facial features

That fuzzy face is just like the ever-changing face seen in the mirror in the morning. It looks like the real river in the orphanage and the real river in the doomsday world.

"Achuan, Achuan..." Her voice entangled my soul

There was a violent vortex in the pair of eyes, which made my sight unable to escape. I felt that my soul seemed to have changed color in a blender. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe, and my body was imprisoned by a huge force. I can’t struggle

A breath of death rushes toward your face

"I love you..." she whispered

I opened my eyes wide, and looked at the other me from her eyes, and from the other me’s eyes, I saw another me, so repeatedly, so extended...

Until she stretched out her right hand, the lightning fell down and inserted into my eye socket~IndoMTL.com~ dig out my eyeball

Even in a dream, the vision of my left eye still became dark. The next moment, severe pain swept through my brain, causing my body to twitch involuntarily

I still can’t see her face, I can’t see her expression, and I can’t speak, but I don’t have any fear and I don’t know what she is doing. It’s like an oath.

She took off her left eye with her hand. The left eye gave a living feeling, because the nerves connected to the end of the eyeball swayed like tentacles

She stuffed her left eye into my eye socket, and then stuffed my left eye into her eye socket

Another intense pain, followed by an unbearable numbness. Under the erosion of the two extreme sensations, I gritted my teeth tightly, not letting myself make a sound

I heard my teeth creaking, and the nerves of the eyeball stretched along my eye sockets like alive, searching, and becoming one with something

At this moment, I woke up from the dream

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