Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 445: Resonance across time and space

Omi watched the blood that was continuously spreading, and there was a look of confusion and inquiry on her face, which made people feel that she wanted to step into it. This is a very special performance. At least, among us, she is the only life that does not have fear and resistance to this pool of blood. Strictly speaking, when she stared at the pool of blood, it was as if a wanderer had come into contact with the local accent, and she gave birth to a familiar yet unfamiliar, timid but unable to resist the urge to return.

"Don't go, Ae." I took Omi's hand. She did not resist, but hesitated.

In the corner of the retina screen, 60% of the deep information fusion is flickering. I know that I am already very strong, but I have a limit, and the current situation has allowed me to understand where my limit is. That is, it is absolutely impossible to deal with the power of "Jiang". This was not originally a defect. In the doomsday illusion, there is no phenomenon that can resist the power of "Jiang". However, there is always a voice in my heart saying-why not sure about the final 40% of the fusion? It seems that as long as a confirmation is needed, we can have a solution to the current dilemma. Of course, at that time, I was no longer the "Gaochuan" I am now. Is it time to become a "Super Gaochuan"? I still can't be sure, and it was this hesitation that started to make me suspect that even if I confirmed the final 40% of the deep information, I couldn't really become a "super high river."

"It seems that there is nowhere to escape." Father Xi Sen suddenly said, his face became haggard, but he became calmer. Sit down beside me.

Is there really no way? Although the voice in my heart kept telling myself. The limit is already reached, and no matter how hard it is, it's just a futile effort. It's time to integrate deep information and summon the Super Gaochuan. However, I still struggled and I was unwilling to give up. The chaotic and complex emotions breed like weeds and are deleted by the brain hardware. In the reciprocation of this emotion, I still haven't thought of any way to solve the current predicament. But the back of a high school student appeared in his mind.

That's also Gao Chuan, a certain Gao Chuan of the week, I once talked to him in the dream of spiral staircase, and knew that he and "Jiang" had a very close relationship. I also know. My strength comes from his inheritance, but I don't know him. He is not in the 60% of the deep information I have received. Therefore, it can only be considered that his information is sealed in the remaining 40%, which is one of the keys to the Super Gaochuan project. In fact, many clues point to the result that "this Gaochuan is the one closest to the super Gaochuan." Even before I was born, Gaochuan once had such an idea, that is what existed before and after this week's Gaochuan. Gaochuan are all "transitional products".

In the Super Gaochuan Project that I know about. Before I was born, Gao Chuan was "Initial Gao Chuan". That Gao Chuan should have died before entering the doomsday illusion, and I was reproduced from his depth of information, and based on his information to activate the brain and hardware. He Yi body transformation, but still belongs to the "initial Gaochuan".

The so-called "initialization" inherently gives people a sense of "transition", "beginning" and "experimental". I am like a robot, but I am not a robot. There are 40% of the human body in the prosthetic body, including the human brain. I once hoped that I would become a robot that acted solely for purpose, using the most sensible and cold guidelines as the outline of action, because I knew what initialization was. This understanding has also allowed me to give birth to many weedy emotions and thoughts, even if these emotions and thoughts are always deleted by the brain hardware to maintain the purity of consciousness and behavior. I once told myself that a series of phenomena that happened to myself are normal, but. Whenever I get quiet and don't think about anything. But there will still be a voice in my heart—I actually don’t want to be such an experimental existence that can be abandoned at any time. I understand the necessity of my own existence. I don’t resist this necessity, but I hope. Be able to make yourself unique through your own efforts and struggles.

Yes, it becomes an important existence that is different from others, different from every Gaochuan that has been born and may be born in the future. Even if it is a transitional product, it is hoped that in the process of transition, it will become the ultimate high-quality product. Not only is it high-quality, but it is also unique. Except for myself, no Gaochuan can replace it—just like the one-week Gaochuan boy who passed the magic pattern to me.

I know that I am not afraid of death, and I have prepared for death and the will to inherit. However, I still want to do more and don't want to just die like this. My strength comes from the potential of being tapped to the end. I know that this means the limit, and now I see my own limit. However, it is this kind of strength that has come to an end, dry and inelastic that makes me feel painful. Even if this emotion is quickly deleted by the brain hardware, then, I will forget the idea of ​​"I would rather be an ordinary person", but after this idea is deleted, it will always be unstoppable when I don't expect it. Breed out.

It's like now, watching the blood of despair flow towards me, I have never had the potential to be so clearly aware of my limits and hate myself for drying out and unable to explode again.

Even so, I still want to struggle for a while. For a little more time, even if I am eaten by desperate emotions, every second will be more painful, and I hope to be able to struggle again. Thinking, thinking, thinking desperately, even if you know that the current situation has exceeded the limit that you can solve, but there is still a candle of hope burning, even if it is about to extinguish.

If, for a little more time, if you struggle for a while, if it’s just your own illusion to reach the limit...

As long as you haven't died, you don't want to give up.

I thought that my brain was about to explode, and the brain hardware seemed to be burned. I don't know when, as if a fire started from the depths of the cells, the huge heat evaporates the water in the body, and it seems to be squeezed out even a drop of water from the ground that has dried up. The voice is asking me. Why are you so desperate? Why make yourself different? I can no longer answer.

Why? Why? Why? That voice is getting louder and louder. Then, forcibly occupying the entire brain and brain hardware, I can no longer think about how to solve the current dilemma.

"Because, I, I..." I opened my mouth, but couldn't hear my own voice. Someone is pushing my shoulders, seeming to be asking me something, but my brain has no time to receive and process this information.

I want to prove that I am Gao Chuan, not the beginning. It is not the last Gaochuan, nor is it part of any Gaochuan, I am Gaochuan, the only Gaochuan. The unique Gaochuan. Born as a single Gaochuan, and die as a single Gaochuan, in the process from birth to death, one has a complete life-I have loved something, hated something, have sorrow and pain, have laughed and joy, have After struggling with despair, there is also the joy of living in despair, and there is an unlimited future. There is also a destiny that must be faced. Even if the brain hardware deletes the things that are very important as a single life that spawned in these processes, I also hope that I have once possessed these things and are driven by these things to do certain things, so that they can be affected by sensibility. The driving force burns itself.

As a person who integrates 60% of the in-depth information, I am very clear that this idea of ​​myself is a kind of willfulness for the mission that I must shoulder, and it is a kind of nonsense for the destiny that I must bear, but . How much I still desire to have this kind of willfulness and nonsense, even once.

Now, I have felt desperate, and I am still struggling, even though my brain hardware keeps deleting my waywardness and nonsense. Sensibility will die as soon as it is born, and I am also struggling. Even if I know. Only sensibility is an unstable factor, a power that can transcend boundaries. A machine that has no potential and is completely sensible but stable enough can only die away from a long-destined boundary, and the one whose sensibility has been deleted is this machine. I'm still struggling. All I can do is struggle, procrastinate, try to reach an infinitely prolonged time, and struggle in the same infinitely prolonged despair.

Because, only struggle is the sensibility that will not be erased by the brain and hardware.

"Then, stretch out your hand." The voice said in my mind.

It seems to be an illusion, because my mind has been extremely confused, and my body functions have been completely confused. Whether it is the brain or the brain hardware, it seems that it becomes difficult to operate in a kind of scorching heat generated by the burning deep in the body. The retina screen keeps flickering, and the blurred, blurred and clear vision alternately rotates. I thought that the sound came from other people around me, so I turned my head. I can see it clearly. It was Father Xi Sen who put his hand on my shoulder. I saw my figure in his eyes. That pale face was not the image in this doomsday illusion at all. It was also Gao Chuan. , But it is Gao Chuan in reality-a thin, pale and immature teenager.

I can't hear what Father Xi Sen is saying to me, nor can I realize how he feels right now. All this seems to be an illusion, and it seems to be real. I really see my face in reality?

"Extend your hand." The voice that seemed to be auditory hallucination lingered in my ears, repeated it again, and gradually became real. There are no emotions, not urges, or reminders, just speaking for granted.

However, it was not what Father Xisen said. Rather, from Omi, she has stretched out her hand. However, in my field of vision, the outline of Omi is a bit blurred. I don’t know why, she is standing beside me, but she seems to be standing in my dream. Moreover, an incomprehensible hallucination-like phenomenon is appearing on her. Omi’s facial features seem to be changing, appearance. Although vague, in my feelings, she is gradually becoming not Omi, but another woman. There seems to be a ghost standing behind her and saying to me with her: "Extend your hand."

Although I don't understand, I subconsciously feel that Omi is not Omi, but the ghost behind her is Takakawa.

The scene in front of me is incomprehensible, as if I am half-dreaming and half-awake, unable to determine whether what I saw is real. However, in this dreamlike scene, time seems to be slowed down thousands of times. The talking Father Xi Sen, the opening and closing of his mouth became extremely slow, and it finally seemed to solidify into a statue.

Only the voice that seemed to be a mixed man and woman echoed in my ears: Stretch out your hand.

So, I stretched out my hand. And appearance keeps changing. Even the breath didn't look like Omi's hands touched together. As soon as my fingertips touched, I saw that the ghostly translucent outline of Takakawa bloomed with a bleeding red light at the position of the left eye, while Omi’s left eye looked like a fake eyeball. Blood spewed out from the eyes of the black hole, and within a short while, a pool of blood appeared under our feet.

This pool of blood is exactly the same as the blood flowing from Eruka's body in terms of color and fear.

I knew it almost instantly when I saw the blood. This is the power of "Jiang". However, unlike the blood flowing from Eruka, although this blood made people fear instinctively, there was still a feeling of madness or security in the fear. I can't move. It is as rigid as facing a natural enemy, but although the body is in fear, there is no fear factor in the mind. At the moment when my ankle was drowned in a pool of blood, I was very calm.

I’ve never been so calm before, just like a sea full of raging waves, the peace I feel after diving deep.

I have never felt the existence of "Jiang" so clearly. It is not that which is incomprehensible and incomprehensible, but only makes people feel that it is incomparably crazy. But there is no resistance, like the natural disaster virus "Jiang", but purely "Jiang", a foreign body that resides deep in the body, merges with oneself, and has become a part of itself.

It's not only a part of the body, but also a foreign body, but the contradictory feelings merged harmoniously.

If you continue to dig deeper into this feeling, you will find that this is not your own feeling. It comes from an untouchable depth of the body or soul, a feeling from "Gaochuan". If there must be a more appropriate description, it is that this is the feeling that comes from the 40% of the deep information that has not yet been integrated, and it also comes from the 40% of the deep information. strength.

Me. The constantly changing Omi opposite me, and the ghostly Takakawa boy behind Omi. The three are like forming a bridge that spans time and space, the world, memory and existence itself, and transmits power and feelings to where I am.

I can’t describe the feeling at this time any more. Of all the theories I know, only superstring theory can explain this phenomenon. However, I don’t actually understand superstring theory. Therefore, the so-called explanation It's just a delusion.

The abnormal phenomenon just happened so naturally.

The only thing that can resist the power of "Jiang" is the power of "Jiang". "Jiang" bestows his power on Eruka, and Eruka uses this power to destroy us, but now, it seems that the same power of Jiang is going to protect us. I don’t understand what this is all about. I just understand that from the ghostly high school student Gao Chuan, the power of the "river" flowing from the one-week-meet Gao Chuan known as the closest to the super-high school, and Eruka The power of "Jiang" used is different.

In the essence, there is something that the other party does not possess. It is that kind of thing that prevents me from developing a sense of fear and prevents this pool of blood from causing any harm to me.

The world in front of me where an incomprehensible phenomenon is happening suddenly shattered like glass. Among the scattered debris, I seemed to see countless Gao Chuan smiling at me.

"Gao Chuan!" A familiar voice came from my ear, and my brain seemed to wake up from a dream, and I couldn't remember whose voice it was for a while.

When I turned my head, I realized that it was Father Xi Sen who was yelling at me. He shook my shoulder vigorously, and my face changed back in the eyes that were imprinted with my figure. Normal appearance. He asked me a little anxiously: "What happened?" I did not answer, but turned my head and looked at Omi again. Omi seemed to have nothing happened, still watching the pool of blood in front of her quietly, and her left eye did not. Any damage ~IndoMTL.com~ Everything you have seen before is like an illusion.

However, the sticky feeling from my feet is telling me that everything that happened before is not entirely an illusion.

The thick pool of blood like asphalt completely covers our foothold. The edge of this pool of blood does not touch the pool of blood on Eluka's side, which means that it is not the power released by Eluka. I didn't feel that I was hurt in this pool of blood. The three people, including the fire escape, Jung and the file, were floating on the pool of blood, and their shoulders suddenly twitched slightly.

"What the hell...what happened?" In Father Xi Sen's voice, the anxiety has calmed down, leaving only an incomprehensible blankness. He let go of my shoulders. I thought that when the blood appeared under his feet, it must have shocked him. I squatted down and picked up a thick mass of blood in my mouth with my fingers. After analyzing the brain hardware, I found that these blood-like liquids have no **** smell, and are more compositionally than human blood. complex. The composition and composition of blood only serve as a cover-up appearance.

"It... suddenly appeared." Father Xi Sen rubbed his face vigorously to make himself awake, as if talking to himself: "It appeared in the blink of an eye, no, it didn't happen suddenly. , I can feel that that period of time has been deleted. The time has been deleted? Damn, how is this possible!" (To be continued...)