Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 367: Memory Corridor (2)

I did not become a crow. --) This is not "The Metamorphosis" again, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I think about it. The question about cannibalism still raged in my mind, but my emotions gradually calmed down. I don't have an answer. The scene at that time is preserved in the deepest part of my memory. I still can't remember. Didn't those dreams about the past appear that scene?

I am indeed changing. Thinking back to my life in a small town and my life in the Central Duchy, the memory of two kinds of life makes me unable to tell which one is "real", but, probably because it is myself Because of personal experience, these memories did not oppose each other, but there was a deep gap between them.

Where am I?

In the world where Seishi and Dorothy exist, or in the Central Duchy?

Everything that exists in my memory is divided into two distinct parts, even though they may have the same name:

1. The town where the virus broke out: Zhenjiang, Xise, Dorothy, Sakuya, Bajing and Marceau, rescue forces, hospitals, psychologist Ande and attending doctor Ruan Li;

2. The world that is about to usher in the doomsday, the disappearing color, Dorothy who has lost her body, the grown-up Sakiya, Bajing and Marceau, the ruling bureau and the doomsday Shinrikyo.

Which world am I now?

I turned my head and looked at the room I was in. The four walls, the floor and the ceiling seem to be made of one-piece metal plates, without any seams. There is a ventilation duct at the upper corner, and the fan rotates at the mouth of the duct, making a slight whine sound. The furnishings in the room are very simple. There is only one bed and one table and chairs. There is a computer in a corner of the table, beside the table is a water dispenser and a wastebasket. The corner directly below the ventilation pipe is a toilet covered by a wooden structure. The wooden board paint is very bright, just like it has just been oiled, but the color is also silvery white, and the smell of the paint itself is not smelled.

I didn't find the location of the door. It seems that I was locked in this small space. It is not so much a residence, but it is more reminiscent of a prison. I began to recall the impression of not having a dream before the coma. The hard object in the brain was not an illusion. I felt its existence again, because of its squeezing, it caused a slight pain. I subconsciously reached out and stroked my forehead. Of course it is impossible to touch it, even the raised touch does not exist, unless I can put my hand into my head.

The appearance of a foreign body in my head is not a comfortable thing, but this foreign body is very important to me, whether it is a "brain hardware" or not-because I feel that it seems to have been "Grow" out, yes, after I "float", not the piece I inserted into my eyes before.

When I thought about it this way, Dorothy's words came to my mind.

——until it breeds a new piece in your body.

Perhaps. This lump is the so-called "brought out new brain hardware", which only belongs to my own "brain hardware".

Regardless of the brain hardware, the things that have happened to me so far, and even myself, there are still many incomprehensible places. There are so many clues for thinking, I think it will take a long time for me to sort them out. Just thinking about this, while entering the bathroom, I plan to use cold water to cool my brain.

There are two taps in the sink. One hot water, one cold water, this is rather thoughtful service. I use my palms to hold the water, like a fish tossing in the shallow water, flopping on my face. The cold water made me sober again, and my thinking seemed to turn more and more smoothly. Then. I remembered more things.

For example, eyes. I used to insert Dorothy’s personality consciousness into my right eye once. The pain of becoming blind and the shock of Gregya and Tritty when they saw this scene are still vivid, but now, this Only the right eye can see, as if the memory of being blinded is just an illusion.

I hurried to look for the mirror, however, when I turned off the faucet, I immediately found that my palm was obviously smaller and paler.

It's as if there is no sunshine all year round, the delicate skin is full of sickly white, even the blue veins can be seen clearly, full of frightening transparency. {Book friend upload update} The slender fingers are reminiscent of the "hands playing the piano", but this is not my hand—to be precise, it is not the hand that I remembered when I was in the Central Duchy.

Although I was a little surprised, I quickly suppressed this emotion. I don't want to be surprised by this kind of thing, because I have felt that there are more things that will surprise me. Compared with those things, the things I just noticed are just trivial changes.

I let myself take the changes in my body for granted as much as possible. There are countless good excuses or reasons to explain all this, such as "I am no longer in the Central Duchy, or even Gaochuan in the Central Duchy." Nonetheless, I still followed the original idea and quickly found the mirror on the bathroom door.

A half-length mirror, I saw the reflection of "self" in it-to be honest, I can't accept that the figure in it is myself at the first time, because the image and basis of "him" There is a huge difference in the image of the association guessed by memory-neither a child nor a young man, but living in between the two, full of youthful feeling. "He" is beautiful and not very outstanding, but he can't be regarded as "a lonely crowd", as if he is suffering from a terminal illness and is about to die. The weak body seems to fall as if the wind blows, and there is depression in the eyebrows. Breath.

Neither the self in the memory of the town nor the self in the Central Duchy has absolutely nothing to do with this image. I never thought I would see such a "vulnerable" myself-both physically and mentally. However, the mirror was not spelled by the wizard. I know that this handsome, weak and gloomy sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy is himself named "Gao Chuan".

This is crazy. I thought so, rubbing my hands **** my face, trying to smooth the gloomy temperament between my eyebrows. Let the complexion become ruddy.

I think. My psychological endurance is definitely not as fragile as it seems. Therefore, I am very dissatisfied with this image of myself. However, it is probably because the body is indeed disturbed by the disease and is in some negative state. No matter how I manipulate this face, I can't make it more energetic.

The body is very weak. I have felt it personally. I thought it was a sequelae from just waking up, but it was obviously not. This is not the "Gaochuan" of the Central Duchy. It was the "Gaochuan" after the small town incident. It was infected with a strange and dangerous virus and could die at any time. This knowledge gave me more bad ideas, but I didn't dare to think about it. I am a little scared to know the answer.

Where are the color and Dorothy? There are Sakuya, Bajing and Marceau. They must all be here! I heard my own gasps. Zhen Jiang's voice rang in his mind again:

——Drink my blood and make serum to save them.

My body began to heat up, and my strength seemed to be gradually removed as the heat rose. After a while, even breathing became difficult. It was a terrible experience. I kept grumbling in my mind to keep myself awake, leaning on the wooden door, staggering to the bathroom, and throwing myself on the soft bed.

It's been a while. This fever-like state only receded like a tide. After that, I found that the sensation of the existence of a hard object in my mind became weak, but when I concentrated, the existence of this hard object became clearer. It is like my second brain. Using two brains to think at the same time, or alternate thinking, this is a very fresh experience.

Saved in the "brain hardware", during the period from waking up in the dark to passing out during the operation, what happened was like the image of a projector. Scenes reappeared in my mind.

I was taken out of a jar. It should be a doctor in the hospital who injected me with an unknown medicine named k19, and then sent it to the operating table. They took some samples from me and talked about proper nouns such as "script", "special case", "l", "heterosexual viral factor" and so on-the meanings of these nouns are very important.

I was a little afraid that I would think of a certain answer, but it had already surfaced in my mind involuntarily-after I was transferred from the town to the hospital. Being treated as a special patient, participating in some kind of human experiment. In this experiment. My memory is limited and modified, just like playing a real game-all my memories in the Central Duchy are produced in the virtual reality called the "doomsday fantasy", but I am "waking up" I couldn’t understand before I came, and even after I woke up, I couldn’t believe it.

This "doomsday illusion" is too real, so real that it is impossible to imagine how it was created. Even with this recognition, I am still deeply puzzled, the things and people I encountered in the Central Duchy, in the ruling bureau, the whisperers I loved, Sakiya, Hakkei, Shirai, Morino, and Omi, Are they all false? Are their memories and feelings also false?

Prophecy about the end.

The time machine "Gate of Destiny" that saves the world.

World line theory.

Are these "theories" and "concepts" repeatedly mentioned by Seishi and Dorothy also false?

So, if it’s just to make me "float", that is, to wake me up in the current "reality", talk about these concepts and theories, let me search for "personality preservation devices" and "spiritual integration devices" And what is the meaning of "The Gate of Destiny Stones"?

I don’t understand why Shise and Dorothy appeared in that world with a glimpse, and why they suddenly made me wake up—for the hospital’s experimenters, my "floating up" was also not in the plan. Medium-Of course, I am very happy that I have taken back the "memory stored in the depths of the special factors", but this does not mean that I can understand the necessity of the color and the things that Dorothy has done.

Moreover, is the "special factor" the "jiang" factor? This is not 100% sure.

In other words, I still don’t know what I am in at this time or the situation I am about to face.

I don't understand what the experimenters in the hospital did to me, what they did to them, or what they wanted to do to them when they woke up.

Vengeance? Look for? Or exploration?

Mae’s last words and death are vividly remembered. I want to protect Shiseiro, Dorothy, Sakuya, Bajing and Marceau. Make serums for them. I have no idea. After the first meeting with Dr. Ender, until I wake up now, whether I have tried hard to do these things, I don't know how they are now. Everything is messed up. The character and the strange actions of Xi Er and Dorothy made me realize that they seem to be planning a conspiracy. I may know the specific content of this action, but I don't have that memory.

However, the sense of crisis that seems to be deeply rooted in instinct convinced me. Their actions must be very timely and necessary.

In front of me, there seems to be a translucent screen that has always existed. When I realized its existence, it already existed there.

Let’s call it "programs in the brain and hardware." I don't know how this thing, including the brain hardware itself, is realized by what kind of technical means. Their existence is already incredible.

——Information loading progress 20%......

——Passive loading will stop after 60%;

——Whether to enable active loading?

——Do you want to confirm active loading: yn (are you ready? Gaochuan)

As I saw for the last time before waking up, the cursor flickered after staying at the "confirmation item". I understand that my doubts may be answered in the information obtained after confirmation. However, at this moment, I still don't have enough courage and determination to confirm it.

The future after confirmation is full of unknown fears, I don’t know. Can I still remember everything that happened in the "doomsday fantasy", the people I knew, and the emotions that resulted from it. Just as I can't determine whether everything in the "Doomsday Realm" is false or true, I can't confirm whether this emotion is important.

——Are you ready? Really, really, are you ready?

——What price are you willing to pay to realize your wish?

——This is your last job.

——This is the key to your return to the resting place.

——Maybe you will become a hero.

——But if you escape this choice,

——You will lose everything you have forever.

Such a voice, whenever I try to calm down. It will always come to mind regardless of it. It is like a rigid and abominable program implanted in the "brain hardware" in advance. However, it is precisely its existence that keeps me awake all the time, that I cannot escape all this, nor can I escape it. The story it describes. It's real, it's happening to me.

"I need time." I kept saying to myself. It makes me feel a little nervous, but if I don’t do this, I can’t feel relieved, “I need time, I need to know more, I need to listen to more people.” I sat up, my right foot was full of restlessness and irritability. Shaking, I knew it clearly, but I couldn't stop it, "What can a weak body and a wavering will do? I need strength, I must become strong, I must be strong."

I think my face must be embarrassing now.

The "sullen" expression must have become more profound.

In a trance, I seemed to see a spiral staircase, spiraling upward from the front of the bed, extending to the invisible end. Above his head, another "Gaochuan" stood on the steps and looked at me calmly. His smile was as confident and calm as ever, as if there were no choices or difficulties that could bother him, and he was always full of hope, dreams and expectations. "Ah, it's you." I said as if talking to myself: "Didn't you leave? Who are you?"

He didn't speak as always, just staring at me in silence.

I continued to mutter to myself: "In my memory, there is no expression like yours. You are not me in the small town, not in the hospital, not in the doomsday fantasy. Who are you? Is it Gaochuan? Which Gaochuan? Tell me, what do you want to say to me?"

Then, he and the spiral staircase disappeared like an illusion, and what remained in my field of vision was still the translucent screen.

——Information loading progress 20%......

——Passive loading will stop after 60%;

——Whether to enable active loading?

——Do you want to confirm active loading: yn (are you ready? Gaochuan)

The cursor is blinking.

The sound of gas leaking. I raised my head and looked at the sound coming from, facing the wall at the other end of the bed, where a gap was slowly cracking in the place where there seemed to be no seams. White gas diffused on the floor, the door opened, and the figure stretched straight in from the outside. The white coat was dyed a faint yellow in the soft light of the corridor. She seems to be a woman, I can't see clearly, but it's someone I know well.

It's Dr. Ruan Li. Why does she appear here? I asked myself this, and a voice responded quickly. She is my attending doctor. Isn't it natural to be here? But another voice told me that she shouldn't be here.

"It seems that you are recovering well~IndoMTL.com~Doctor Ruan Li walked in, looked at the room, and finally set his eyes on me, "So young, don't always keep your face straight. "

"Where am I? Dr. Ruan Li, why are you here?" I followed the voice in my heart and asked.

"You are in the hospital. This is your ward." Dr. Ruan Li said here, showing a helpless smile, smoothing his hair with his fingers, "Ah, don’t you remember? It’s okay, it’s not What's the big problem. Your condition got worse, and you were transferred to this intensive care unit for observation and treatment, but the previous treatment did not seem to be very effective. We decided to diagnose you again...We will prepare a new special medicine, but, Before the physical examination, you are going to see Dr. Ender... Remember Dr. Ender?" She asked with a soft gaze.

I nodded. Of course I remember who Dr. Ender is.

"The psychologist...Is my mental state very bad?"

"You should have a good sense of mind. You have been in the hospital for a long time, and you should be able to understand how you are." She said, "You haven't looked in the mirror, how you are. The expression? It's scary." Although she said it was scary, she still smiled. To be continued. .