Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 372: Between consciousness

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Between consciousness

If I enter the doomsday illusion again...

"I have to say, you will forget your actual situation." Dr. Ender stared at me with a sense of trust and oppression. It’s not difficult. However, please trust us. We are not joking with your body and memory. You are our most precious special case. Your value is far beyond your expectations. I have already found out about the reason why you became The key to the special case, now we have to find out the key, and then you will walk out of this hospital with a healthy...no, a superhuman body. And as a reward, your future life will be the most perfect guarantee. "He smiled seductively, "Think about it, because your rewarding dedication will save thousands of people, and mankind will not fall into extinction because of this virus. So far, except for us, there are Who can treat such infections and mutations at the genetic level?"

I stared at him, threw a sentence and then turned to leave

I told him: "I am not the savior."

"But you must be the savior." Dr. Ender's voice came from the door that was being closed. "You must also admit that you want to be the savior."

...You can save the world.

The last faint of his voice seemed to come from a distant place, entered my ears, and was finally buried in the deepest part of my mind.

Out of Dr. Ender's sight, my body seemed to lose strength all of a sudden. I held on to the cold wall and sat on the ground slowly. I feel like a lonely and helpless child-just like this body has just reached the age-I sit on the cold ground with my knees for a while, about two or three seconds, this is my permission to indulge in the weakness of my heart Time limit. After that, I once again tried my best to stand up.

I cannot save the world.

But, I must be, a hero.

I went back to my room. There was no one on the road. There was no staircase in the winding corridor. I didn't notice when I came, but when I went back, I looked closely and found that there was a "door" gap in the wall. There is a "door" every five meters. Like Dr. Ender's office, it has strict access rights, and maybe my room is the same. Even so, I still haven't seen anyone else.

I don't know how many staff and patients there are in this closed facility. This is not the same as the "intensive care room" in my memory.

In the past, when Dr. Ander and I were experimenting in the "intensive care room", the space there was also huge. It looked like a three-story brick building, but it had at least five floors of basements, the basement. The edge of the building is far beyond the area of ​​the surface building. However, in many cases, the "critical ward" is still like an ordinary disease research institute, or even a modern high-level facility.

Looking back now, the "critical ward" that exists in memory is full of depression, and it looks outdated, just like an old antique building.

The place where I am now has lost the repressive and fanatical atmosphere on the surface, instead it is full of metallic indifference and efficiency. What's more frightening is that it is not like a "modern medical research facility" at all, but rather like a prison built with a technology that transcends the times.

When I woke up, everything was different from what I remembered.

Sei Sei, Dorothy, Sakuya, Hakjing and Marceau are no longer by my side-after I injected them with K3, they were just like other patients who received K series, and it happened soon after. There was a severe rejection reaction, but when I was at a loss for this, Dr. Ender told me that their other research team had made some additional progress and might be able to keep them alive. He did not tell me what methods they would use to save their lives, but I had to agree to them taking them away.

Before they turned yellow like other patients, the hospital took them away. After that... have I met them again?

I knocked my head hard, trying to make the memory flow back faster, but the information was interrupted here.

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When I withdrew from the information in my brain, I had already subconsciously returned to my room. Without the key, I put my hand on the "door" and it opened as expected. I sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of the door closing again, in a daze. I don't know what to do, as if I can't do anything except return to the doomsday illusion. This is uncomfortable, it's like being abandoned by the world, unless you return to the doomsday illusion, the reality of yourself has become worthless.

It seems that I can only wait, which is really maddening. Dr. Ender does not need to be anxious, he knows, no matter what, I can only go back to the doomsday illusion.

I started to feel tired. Although I just woke up not long ago, I didn't do anything except talk to Dr. Ruan Li and Dr. Ande, but I still felt a kind of weakness that penetrated my soul from the bottom of my heart. My body has always been uncomfortable. The researchers here have allowed me to survive through unconventional methods, but it is not worthy of joy just to survive. I can’t imagine when I can be as healthy as in the past. Yes, there is no sickness, and there is no need to worry about the body that will collapse at any time walking on the Sunshine Avenue.

I started to fall asleep. In fact, at this time, I was quite afraid of falling asleep, because I don’t know if there was any unexpected deterioration in my body during the time I was not conscious. Every time I sleep, I seem to be squandering my little life.

However, what can I do besides sleeping?

——Why not exercise?

When I fell into a dark and tranquil world and my perception became hazy, there were unclear voices that sounded like babbles in this peaceful world. I feel like a leaf, supported by a stream on a high mountain, floating towards the front that I don't know how far away. This voice made me "stretch" for a while.

Yes, I stretched it out, there was no body, just the curled consciousness, as if touched by this sound, and spread out like a reflection.

I gradually regained consciousness, looking for the source of the sound, trying to confirm if it was my own auditory hallucination. Because of the darkness in front of me, I subconsciously wanted to "open my eyes" because I felt that the darkness was only because I closed my eyes.

But it's not like that.

When I "opened my eyes", my eyes did brighten up. I found myself in a spiral upward ladder. I couldn't see the top when I went up, and the ground I couldn't see when I went down. A sticky feeling came from the soles of my feet. I lifted my foot and looked down, only to find that I was stepping in a pool of thick, red, **** liquid. My gaze moved up and down the steps, and I suddenly realized that, at some point, the middle of the steps was covered with a layer of blood-colored liquid, which looked like a red carpet for welcoming guests.

It made me realize that I was in a dream.

I heard the piano, followed by a woman's singing. She hummed in a vague voice, which made people feel like telling a story from a long, long time ago, but she couldn't hear her clearly anyway. I think this music, this sound, this story is full of familiar sight, but I can't remember the experience. I didn't see the woman, it seemed that I was standing alone on the endless spiral staircase.

I don't know whether to go up or down, but it must be wrong to stand in the middle. With this thought, I lifted my foot. When I decided to go up, in the originally empty place outside the spiral staircase, crystal water droplets appeared from top to bottom at some unknown time, like a light rain. However, they did not fall on the steps. The sides of the steps were still dry, and the **** liquid in the middle, like a red carpet, flowed in a heavy and slow posture. Whenever I stepped onto one, these liquids slapped my feet, and soon, the liquid level that was originally only the sole of the shoe had already overflowed the upper.

I have been walking upwards, the scenery has not changed, it is boring and monotonous, but the red liquid like blood has risen to my knees-I don’t know why, I never think it’s blood, probably because it emits light The sweetness of it. However, the red liquid was so viscous that it made my steps begin to heavier.

The sources of sound, rain, and **** liquid all seemed to come from above, which made me want to go to the end and see what was going on. I cheered for myself, and this worked. After a while, an extra thing appeared above the spiral staircase-extra, just my own thoughts, just because of its unexpected appearance in the long-term unchanging scenery. Existence becomes abrupt.

I quickened my pace, wading the **** liquid towards the thing. When I came to it, I realized that it turned out to be a picture frame floating in the middle of the stairs. This is a portrait of me, not a photo, but an oil painting-like portrait painted with a thick coating technique. Is it lifelike or a little weird? I think it looks like me and not like me. Although I am smiling in this painting, the large shadows put it in a gloomy atmosphere, especially the background. At first glance, it looks like it is painted with dark black color, but when you look closely, it will again I think this is a very deep, almost black red.

In the deep-colored background, there seem to be faint lines, which are not very clear, like the outline of a female face.

This portrait looks old, it seems to have been around for some years, and even some coatings on the face showed signs of peeling, which seemed to be becoming part of the deep background. This is probably one of the reasons why I think this painting looks gloomy.

Out of the consciousness of psychology students, I think this portrait suddenly appeared here, representing a certain meaning, as if trying to tell me something, and this spiral staircase, falling rain and flowing red liquid carpet, It also has complex and deep meanings. However, I don't quite understand what they all represent.

I continued to walk upward, and there were more and more portraits suspended in mid-air, not only mine, but also people I don’t know. My portrait seems to be getting better, the color is no longer as old as the first one, but it still looks eerie and weird. The portraits of other people you don’t know are not so good. Their paint seems to be dissolving, and a yellow liquid is flowing down the picture—just like liquid liquefaction. This gave me a sense of horror, and felt that they all seemed to be alive, and they were making a silent and painful wailing. When thinking like this, the expression in the portrait began to become distorted and painful.

Why are they here? Appear in my dream? I couldn't help but think so.

——Because they are in your body.

Someone seems to tell me that. I turned my head and looked around, completely unable to find where the sound came from. But soon, a picture flashed before my eyes. Although it disappeared in a flash, I still saw it. It was a picture of me being soaked in a container and wrapped in yellow liquid. The liquid was constantly changing. It penetrates into my body from my facial features and pores.

It seems that this is the answer-these portraits are all patients with doomsday syndrome, they are living in the state of l and absorbed into my body-this answer is like telling me that I should die because of it, but , But I survived because of it.

It’s not so easy to find my own portrait from the portraits of many strangers. However, when I walked through the most complicated road of portraits, on the road after that, in addition to my own portrait, other people’s There seems to be only one frame left in the portrait. The paint that composes their portrait was completely dissolved into a shape, and then, even the yellow liquid formed after the dissolution seemed to be evaporating and gradually disappeared.

In the end, only my portrait was left. That was the last half-length portrait. In the painting, I was wearing a crimson top hat, and the upper body was wearing the same crimson dress-like coat. His smile cannot be said to be gloomy, but it is full of mystery, with thin outlines and strong lines. The lifelike eyes seemed to stare at me.

I can hardly confirm that he is myself.

——Why... dare not to confirm?

The sound seems to be spoken by this painting. I suspect that it is my own auditory hallucination.

But I still asked to myself: "Who are you?"

——I’m...Carmen...

I seem to have heard such an answer.

The "I" in this painting says that I am called Carmen.

"Who are you?" I asked.

——I am... the agent of the doomsday...

He answered so.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He replied like this:

——In order to achieve the final victory of the Sleeping Factor.

"It was so, but he was trapped." Suddenly, a clear voice broke into the conversation between me and the portrait of Carmen.

I followed the sound and looked to my side. I don't know when another "I" appeared next to me.

It is the "Gaochuan" I saw in the dream of spiral staircases in the past. Seeing him at this time, an emotion called joy suddenly rose in my heart.

"Long time no see." I said to him.

"Well, long time no see." He smiled at me, "Originally, I thought we would never meet again."

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"Nowhere, just sleeping in the bedroom." He said, "I thought she wouldn't let me out again."

"Who is she?" I asked again.

"She is..." He said the name, but I couldn't hear the voice behind at all. Then, when his voice became clear again, I only heard him saying: "You shouldn't go up anymore. Now, that’s her place, you will be eaten, that’s a real monster."

I want to ask more, but the rain falling from above, the rain that had been falling outside the stairs, suddenly fell into the stairs. The sudden change made people unable to dodge. Me, another "Gaochuan" and the portrait painting named "Carmen" were all exposed to transparency. When there was a feeling of being wrapped around the skin, I realized that the red liquid that was originally only in the middle not only covered the entire stairs, but also spread to my waist. Looking up and down, this seemed to be a river of blood flowing down from far above.

The speed and strength of the river's rushing is getting bigger and bigger, and it keeps rising. If it doesn't stop, it will swallow me completely, but before that, maybe I've been washed away by the tide.

"Look, she started again." Another "Gao Chuan" looked up.

The same is true for the Doomsday agent "Carmen". He laughed somberly and arrogantly. The face of the portrait seemed to be shrouded in the deep background, only the curved mouth line and the light from the eyes were left.

"Oh, oh, it's violent, it's terrible." He sighed and sighed.

"What the **** are you..." I tried to gain a foothold in the rush of **** waves, because I still have many questions to ask them, "What the **** is going on? What do you know? This body..."

——When you are floating on the surface of the sea, you will never understand what is happening under the sea. I used to float on the sea, but I eventually sank, returning to the source of everything, my final destination...

The voice of another "Gao Chuan" is getting more and more distant. I can't hear what he said later. I felt that I was soaked in the **** rush, and my body seemed to be melting. Another "Gao Chuan" pushed me hard, and I could no longer stand steady, and suddenly fell out of the spiral staircase and fell towards the endless bottom.

Above the endless spiral staircase~IndoMTL.com~I don't know how far away, a pair of huge blood-red eyes that cover the entire staircase in its shadow suddenly opened.

It seems to be watching me!

I opened my eyes again.

The unfamiliar and familiar ceiling appeared.

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