Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 573: Inside the shell

Although Akna appeared as a victim, her description was full of subjectivity and sentiment. Of course, this does not mean that she lied. In the observation of the retina screen, her body data is also related to the liar. Does not match. www.{dyzww.{网{m{It’s just that we are not a court here. Everything she said cannot be a testimony in court. You must know that there are too many "mysterious" features that can mislead people, even if you see it with your own eyes It is not necessarily true.

However, there were no eyewitnesses. I used the chain judgment and only saw the scene of her shooting. Now it is useless to say anything. The doubt can only be determined by finding another person. I applied a color to Gregya, and she realized it immediately. She walked over to hug Aikna and comforted the other person with a female identity. I have confirmed through the data collected by the retina screen and the chain judgment that her The body is still an ordinary person, and there are no special marks such as magic lines and tattoos on the skin.

However, it is indeed doubtful that Eddie was possessed by something strange. According to the confessions of all the survivors who remained in the room, Eddie was strong, but he was not strong enough to smash the window sealed by wooden slats. I investigated the pieces of wood shattered around the window. These wood boards are not mass-produced by machines. From the appearance details, they are all handmade, with different thicknesses and sizes. The larger ones are five centimeters thick and the thinner ones. There are also two centimeters. The window frame is stuffed with some metal strips, and now these metal parts have been twisted.

These survivors are ordinary people, although they have seen a lot of mysterious and strange things, and learned some knowledge of fighting and extreme survival in the battle royale. But in Cui Di's mouth, there has never been anything different from ordinary people, nor can it be compared with real elite soldiers in quality. They can live here, mostly relying on the power of Father Xi Sen, and perhaps other people who help secretly and guide the plan of the Son of Destiny.

In short, the Eddie they knew, including themselves, was impossible to break through this window and escape, and. If it was really a misunderstanding, why did the other party run away? These understandings and inferences confirmed some worrying points on the side-this place is no longer safe, and the danger quietly penetrated the survivor team when no one noticed it. The cruelty of Battle Royale did not allow these survivors in the same situation to form too deep friendship. In the process of fleeing, not all of them were carefully and sincere cooperation, even if they stayed in the wooden house for the past few days. Days. Even if they gather together to play cards, they default to some situations. Let Tritty play the role of spokesperson and coordinator, but apart from Gregya and Tritty, no one completely eliminates the gap between them.

No matter it is Novsky, who seems to be more gentle, or the more mature little Ham, and the old Ham, who has a tough personality and feels straightforward, and in addition to appearance, other aspects are the best Ikena, a mediocre mature woman, has never really confided in others. When they gathered in this room. Through observing and talking to everyone, I have been very sure that this is not a team in the full sense of the word. Regarding Eddie who showed anomalous things, everyone didn't say anything, but when talking about him, the guard and hostility in his eyes had become strong, I believe. The next time I see him, the first thought of these people is to kill him.

Actually, even if Eddie is really abnormal, it is definitely not a 100% bad thing. However, these survivors have a very strong mentality. They resist almost all the new things and think that the things they encounter, as long as they are a little abnormal, are definitely not a good thing, even if they look normal, they are just hidden well. They will be afraid of what is powerful or seemingly powerful, but they don't seem to be ready to compromise. Mrs. Akena, who has always placed herself in a disadvantaged position, is actually not that weak in the details observed on the retina screen.

There are too many things to consider in this team, which is probably one of the reasons why they prefer to stay in the room by themselves. Isolating yourself in a confined environment can give you a more sense of security, and try not to touch things that are of unknown origin or that you feel are abnormal, so as not to be dragged into trouble. However, if I confirm that the trouble has come, I will use the most direct method to fight back-although a series of recent events have allowed me to better understand the limitations and risks of my psychological depiction and inference methods. However, I still feel that the inferences about the mental thinking patterns of these survivors are inseparable.

I don’t have much thoughts about anyone except Tridi and Gregya. Whether they are the so-called "sons of destiny" or not, they are not too big for me and whisperers. Meaning. According to existing intelligence, the Destiny’s Son plan is an inevitable product, and its function and influence will probably not exceed the scope of Europe and the United States, or even the United States, from the perspective of the "script" that guides the change of the entire doomsday fantasy world. Said that these so-called "sons of destiny" are also unable to reverse future trends.

The Super Gaochuan Project, as well as the other projects launched by this project, are operated by relying on a "script". Although the "script" is cruel, it meets the expectations of the plan. If the "script" fails to unfold smoothly, it will have a nearly decisive impact on the plan. The meaning of my existence is to monitor the operation of the "script", and the other is to complete further details of the plan when the "script" is running smoothly. So as to achieve the purpose beyond the expectations of the "script"-that is, the purpose expected by the plan.

The "script" must be completed. The achievement of the "script" is one of the prerequisites for our plan. Whether it supports Omi’s Destiny Stone Gate Project or collects personality preservation devices and spiritual systems and devices, it is Part of detail processing. Whether you want to admit it or not, the whisperer is just a tool to properly complete these details. Once confirmed, the Son of Destiny will not affect the direction of the "script", and the Sons of Destiny no longer have any important meaning to me. The special thing about Tritty and Gregya is that they are the reserve members of the Whisperers, nothing more.

The whisperer is a tool. The smooth operation of the tool allows me to execute the plan more effectively. Therefore, in order to maintain the tool, I need to do some seemingly redundant things, including dealing with the demons and related mysteries that appeared in the base city, and this time I came to Las Vegas. Vegas, the purpose of helping Father Xi Sen, even including recruiting new members, is in this sense. Very rational. Mechanization makes me feel unspeakable cruelty. I think that although I was born not long ago, I have no time to get along with the members of the whisperers such as Sakiya and Hakjing in this world, as well as Tridi, Gregya, and time to get along. Long May Reiko, Mary and others must all have feelings, if they are not real. Or, here is reality. So, many times, I will make the completely opposite choice to change the world. No matter what kind of difficulties I encounter, I will be happier. Speaking of happiness, I kind of forget how it feels.

In a series of social activities involving getting acquainted with them, socializing, arguing, and cooperating with them, I must be happy and I don't want them to die. I hope to save them and make the world they live in a better place. However, for the promise of reality, the continuation of countless "Gaochuan" dreams made me unable to do this for them. Even if you can use another angle to unravel yourself, this world is dead. They died, but in fact it is not real death, real death. Here, it is just a group of tragic patients with doomsday syndrome. It's just an illusion constructed with my own split personality and will, but this reason still can't make me feel a little relieved when I witness or even personally promote their demise.

When I was with them, the happier I was with them, the more I liked them, the more full of dreams, the more I listened to their wishes, and watched them running for survival, the more pain lurking in the depths of my soul Is profound. I think I have to thank the brain hardware. I can't imagine how terrible and painful I would taste without it and completely lose the suppression of emotions-it must be like being in hell. When the brain hardware restarts occasionally, I always deliberately find some pressure to prevent myself from thinking about such painful things.

Whenever I perceive this pain and realize that what I am playing is an indispensable but quite funny clown character, I can’t help but envy those who are unknowingly active in this world" Gaochuan". I think this kind of envy is actually mixed with jealousy. Because even if they returned to reality, they never returned to the world with realistic intelligence like me, and probably did not have such a clear understanding of what they are like me.

I always do something for the people I’ve encountered. In fact, I don’t need to do things. Under the control of my brain and hardware, I sometimes don’t understand why I do that. That’s pure The behavior that mechanical rationality cannot do, but even when the brain and hardware are working well, I still do it. Although the result is not always good, but after thinking about it carefully, it may be affected by the depths of my soul. Driven by this growing pain.

I was only born for a month, but I have had the intelligence for several lifetimes, but I can't really and completely regard this intelligence as myself-such an incomplete and flawed temporary product. I am envious, jealous, and painful, but I have to complete my task. Therefore, I must suppress these personal emotions through my brain hardware to make myself more incomplete.

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted, as if forcibly interrupted by some hidden force. It seemed that I had traveled through the world at once, and only then realized that I had fallen into that terrible hysteria again. How long has time passed? The room was very quiet. It seemed that it didn't take long. Everyone was still standing in their place, or straightly or implicitly, putting their eyes on me.

"Then, let's end this matter." I said, but for me, this sentence is actually not very close to the previous conversation, like a sudden change of the topic, but It's a bit dry.

It wasn't until this time that Old Ham and Little Ham sent down their guns. The two stared at me, and there was no word for a while. I said to them, "Let’s meet downstairs, Tritty is preparing food, maybe you can help?" The two men looked at Ikena, and Little Ham shrugged and said to me: "You can expect Ike Na, but don't expect us."

"Aikna?" I looked at the mature woman. She hesitated a bit, but still didn't refuse. She left the room first, and soon came downstairs. My eyes fell on the faces of Old Ham and Little Ham, and they made no sound. After another two or three seconds, he finally left the room. When the sound of their going downstairs sounded, the only two remaining in the room, Gregya and Novsky, walked to the broken window and looked at the direction in which Eddie was escaping. At this time, the mercenaries were carrying them from the vehicle. Materials, or use some improvised tools to do some work that is incomprehensible, but feels quite technical. The lawn around the wooden house has erected obvious and unobvious defensive facilities. Some people are active near the woods. The file is sitting next to an off-road vehicle and is adjusting a large box-shaped electronic instrument-in the normal world, almost all electronic equipment has been destroyed by the aftermath of the Nazi attack, but now they seem to rely on the tools and Some temporary substitutes were made for the available parts.

"What are they doing?" Novsky asked, "They could have caught Eddie."

"They are experts, and I believe them, what about you?" I didn't answer, but just asked.

"...I don't know." Novsky was silent for a moment. Said, "Compared with Father Xi Sen. Which one is better?"

"Father Xi Sen can annihilate everyone except the file." I said.

"But Father Sisson could really be the enemy, isn't he?" Novsky said.

"No, I think you made a mistake." I looked into his eyes seriously and said, "Father Xi Sen cannot be an enemy, he just can't be a friend sometimes. People in this world are not only Enemies and friends are divided into two categories."

Novsky nodded, but from the look of his expression, he couldn't tell whether he agreed with me. Although his usual performance is very gentle. But in fact, he is a very assertive and stubborn person. I ignored him and took Gregya downstairs to find a file. I can more or less guess the original intention of the file deliberately letting Eddie go, but some specific conditions still need to be confirmed.

When passing by the mercenaries, they greeted me kindly and told me that traps had been prepared there, if it were ordinary people. Or ordinary soldiers, it is difficult to see what they have moved around the wooden house and wooden house, but the retinal screen is very powerful in observing details, and then through the calculation of the brain hardware. The trap structure is presented on the retinal screen as a three-dimensional image. The defense line built by these mercenaries can automatically strike even air targets, because they have reinstalled some rudimentary electronic controllers in this short period of time. In addition, if necessary or appropriate, the wooden house is also destroyed. Within the scope, the entire wooden house is a huge trap. Of course, this cannot be revealed to the survivors.

When we came out, Old Ham was watching the actions of the mercenaries with a gloomy face. The survivors who remained in the living room were quite distinct from the mercenaries and did not mean to greet them actively. However, I think the old Ham, who seems to be a capable hunter, can see some of the mercenaries’ arrangements, but he doesn’t seem to tell other people what it means. When Gregya and I walked by him, he still had a stinking face and said nothing.

The file leaned against the off-road vehicle and fiddled with her box-like equipment. There were three antennas extending from the top of the box, each of which was two meters long, but it seemed not enough. She started to use other materials in the supplies. Out of the fan, connect it to the antenna, and then connect the data line to the box device and the terminal interface behind the neck.

"We implanted a miniature locator in that guy." The file explained when I came to her.

"Into his body through a bullet?" I asked: "Is it easy to dig out?"

"It depends on his luck. The location of the shot is very cute. It is difficult for him to do this alone. Maybe he will want to find someone to help." The file smiled and said, then pointed at it. On the box screen ~IndoMTL.com~ a light spot appeared and disappeared from time to time, saying: "At least he can't do it now." There are only horizontal and vertical lines on the screen, and there is no standard data. People don't know what this simple image can explain.

"What kind of miniature locator can we make with the materials we have?" I don’t know much, but I think it’s a bit magical, because not long ago, the electronic device was burned in the impact, and the miniature locator can be launched by bullets. , It sounds like a high-tech thing.

"It's not that simple. After the shock, the grey fox started to make. We were lucky." The file just replied.

However, it doesn't matter whether it is luck or technique. What is important is that the file is indeed planning to track possible enemies through this Eddie. People who ran away naturally had concerns in their hearts, and it was just how many surprises this guy who was a little bit wrong would give us. Regardless of whether this Eddie really wanted to invade Akona, his actions and the power displayed in his actions obviously couldn't be unreasonable. The simplest guess is that someone provided some support behind the scenes, and after the incident, he wanted to run to the mysterious supporter. It is also possible that he actually didn't know the specific situation, and was just treated as an experiment that could be discarded at any time, but he must feel that his changes could not be recognized by others, so he escaped in the first place.

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