Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 575: corpse
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I don’t know the structure of mental hospitals, and I don’t just refer to it here, including well-known and unknown mental hospitals in the real world. The cognition is only a general impressionistic introduction. Mental illnesses should be different from physical illnesses. In my impression, mental hospitals are closer to the concept of "sanatoriums or prisons for mental patients" than hospitals that are responsible for saving lives and healing the wounded.
Perhaps he is ignorant. The actual situation is not clear, but I have always believed that it is not the function of a mental hospital to contain corpses. The mental hospital with the “morgue” area always gives rise to some bad associations. For example, it makes people think that the hospital uses some drastic means to oppress and destroy the body, which causes the patient’s already distorted spirit to be distorted again. , May be corrected, but most of them are going to be worse. Perhaps this kind of thinking is not owned by me alone, and similar plots often appear in movies and literature.
Furthermore, the occurrence of such things in this mental hospital is not groundless.
The number plate of the morgue exudes a deep red light, which further sets off the gloom at the end of the dim corridor. Looking at my hands under the red light, it seems that there is endless blood flowing from between my fingers. It seems that I can hear the fall The ticking sound on the ground.
When I recovered from the trance, I found that it was just an illusion, but the silence of the corridor could not reduce the slightest anxiety.
When I looked away from my hands and the door number of the morgue, I found that the girl was gone. The door of the morgue was not opened, and I looked back sensitively, except for the shadow of myself and Mae dragging on the floor, there was no one. As if she suddenly appeared before her eyes, the girl disappeared without a trace, as if her existence was nothing but a phantom.
My heart beats sharply, but I can't tell what the emotions I have at this time are exactly.
"Hey" I yelled out, only to realize that I didn't know the girl's name at all, and the truncated voice echoed in the corridor, even more decayed, empty and lonely.
I once grabbed her hand. Although I was sure in my memory, the touch seemed to be fake. There is no map or guide in this unfamiliar corridor, so it is not clear where he is located in the mental hospital. People can't help but wonder if they really met such a girl.
It's like having a nightmare.
However, this world is a nightmare, isn't it? Gaochuan.
I set my gaze on Mae to confirm that she is real. I remember that she was always excited before, but now she looks listless, sitting at the root of the wall with her knees on her knees, as if she has always been like this, closing herself in the deepest part of her heart. This look makes me feel that my previous experience is a bit frothy and illusory.
"Ajiang, where did the girl just now go?" I crouched in front of her and asked.
She raised her head for a long while, her expression was a bit sluggish, as if she had lost her soul. She seemed to have taken a lot of time to remember who I was, and then she showed a crazy smile.
"Hehe, hehe, where is the girl?" she said.
"Didn't a girl bring us here just now? She is gone." I said patiently, staring at her.
"She's gone." Her answer made me feel like she was just repeating what I said.
"Have you not seen her either?"
"Didn't you see her?"
Sure enough, I was repeating what I said, but I couldn't get angry and blame at all. I reached out and touched the top of her head, and gave up on unnecessary communication with her. Although Mae's state seemed weird and worrying to others, my mood relaxed. Such an inconspicuous and neurotic appearance made me feel real.
"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon." I hugged her head and muttered, not knowing whether I was comforting her or taking it to comfort myself. Then I helped her tidy her hair and tightened her drape. The coat on her naked body.
What happened when I came here should not be an illusion. The girl who disappeared without knowing it seemed mysterious, but since the use of "God particles" can replicate wizards and witchcraft, it is not nonsense that such a thing can be done.
Although the girl doesn't admit it, I always think that she is Irene's missing body and the controller of this temporary data hedging space.
Marceau are they in this place? With doubts, I grabbed the dagger, took a deep breath, twisted the doorknob to open the door of the morgue.
Although I have imagined the scenes I might encounter countless times, I am still a little surprised when the door is really opened. Because there is no half of a person in this morgue. This room is not too big. The door is facing the middle, and there are three beds in a straight line. There are corpses covered by white cloth from head to toe on the bed, plus the left, right and front wall made of freezer, which looks abnormal. gloomy. The chandelier flickered one after another, causing the silver freezer to reflect a terrible white light.
An inexplicable smell is rotten or medicinal, but a really disgusting smell keeps emanating from the house, as if it has been retorted for a long time, and it has become a lumpy block in the trachea. Even if the nose is firmly covered, it still penetrates into the nostril, the skin exposed to the air seems to be stained with something dirty, which makes the hair stand upright.
There was a burst of cold air, which instantly caused me to get goose bumps.
The girl said she would take me to where Marceau was, but she took me to this morgue where there was obviously no one alive and disappeared. I couldn't help but feel deceived. I really wanted to walk away, but reason let my feet into the room.
I walked to the hospital bed and hesitated for a while. After all, I couldn't bear my curiosity. I gently squeezed a corner of the white cloth, holding a nervous mood, and suddenly opened it.
I don't know if it is an illusion, the uncomfortable smell seems to have become stronger. This corpse was a man, his body was as dry as dehydrated, his skin was sunken, and the outline of the bones could be clearly seen. His chest cavity was open, Bai Sensen's ribs were broken several times, and the internal organs were all hollowed out, leaving only a shrinking hollow shell, and even the texture of his back could be seen. If you observe carefully, you can still tell that the deceased was about forty years old.
Next to the head, there is a death certificate with personal information such as name, gender, and age. The cause of death is blank, and the remarks column contains a line: Inferior cigarettes are harmful to health.
Can't understand, it seems meaningless.
However, since the girl brought me here, it shouldn't be to tease me.
So I lifted the white cloth of the other two corpses. In such a gloomy environment, the thought that these corpses would suddenly jump up has been entangled in my mind. I have been holding the dagger tightly and clearly felt the sweat on the palm of my hand, but no strange things happened.
However, it is not a good thing that everything is normal at this time.
The two bodies are two young men and women. The man’s skull is cut in half, like a big bowl, his brain is missing, his facial features are stiff, and the pain and panic before death are solidified, as if his head was cut open alive, which is chilling. . I endured the sensation of gastric juice rolling, and carefully inspected the inside of my head, and found signs of wear and tear near the front of my forehead. From the outline, it seemed that a square object the size of a nail was once inlaid.
Like the first corpse, a death certificate was placed next to the head, personal information was scribbled, and the cause of death was also blank. The remarks column read: Information collapsed.
The female body is very well preserved. The hair has been shaved, and there is no sign of atrophy at all. The body is full of rich and mature beauty, but the skin color is too pale. The skin color of this white and white race is different. , The texture is like organic matter and inorganic matter. I couldn't tell that this was a corpse at all, as if it were just asleep. After a series of heartbeat, breathing and pupil tests, I was convinced that this woman was dead.
At the beginning, I couldn’t find any wounds on her body, but the hand feels very strange. Although the skin seemed to have the elasticity and softness of a living body, it was found that it was stiff as iron, and even the joints seemed to be connected. Together. Therefore, when I turned the female body over, she kept lying on her back with her arms close to her legs.
Later, I found two holes at the junction of the back of her head and neck. This hole seems to go straight to the brain, and it gives an artificial feeling of "allowing something to be inserted". I shook her head subconsciously, and found that it was heavier than an average person's head, as if it was not a brain, but a block of lead.
I don't know if it's an illusion. The curves and facial features of this body seem to be seen somewhere. But in my memory, there should be no acquaintance who died so miserably in this weird temporary data hedge space. However, the difference from the previous male corpse is that her expression is very calm, as if she has not been subjected to excessive abuse at all, and she has become this look unconsciously.
She was obviously treated better than the first two corpses. At least there was a pillow under her head, and the death certificate was placed next to the pillow. I picked it up and looked at it, but my heart was pounding.
Name: Marceau@贝斯, gender: female, age: 29, place of birth:......
Cause of death: blank
Remarks: If you need g special products, please contact Daiken.
The familiar terms that appeared one after another made me dizzy, and the saliva I secreted was bitter. I really couldn't believe what I saw. After reading this death certificate several times, I confirmed that it was not my own illusion. However, a self-deceitful mood followed, because these handwritings are all written in English, so maybe it's just the same name.
This corpse is Marceau? Is it the Marceau I knew in this temporary data hedging space? I tried to examine the corpse, trying to find the difference in appearance and body from what I remembered, but I did find many abnormalities. Without the hair, the facial features really make me feel familiar, but there are still some slight differences, about the difference between the curve that describes the outline is soft or tough. Moreover, the Marceau I know is not a white-skinned race, and his height is slightly lower than his head.
Besides, I still remember that when I and Zhenjiang first entered this space, they did hear Marceau's voice, even though the voice was misty like a hallucination. But I had to convince myself that the corpse lying here was just another woman with the same name as Marceau and similar looks.
As the saying goes, there are three outsiders similar to him in the world, so Marceau must be still alive, waiting for me to rescue her
I tried to throw the mixed thoughts out of my mind, and rethink the other words that appeared on the death certificate besides personal data. Although sensibility drove me to tell myself that everything that appeared in front of me was accidental, reason had to think about conspiracy.
The identity of this corpse will not be mentioned for the time being, the nouns appearing in the remarks are very concerning.
g reminds me of the abbreviation of "net-of-bal" in English. If judged this way, g specialties may be a simple coded designation. Outside of the first time, "Deakin" should be a personal name, and it seems to have been heard somewhere, not very far from the current time period.
Deaken and Internet balls, specialties, contacts... I struggled to find related threads in my memory.
The things I have encountered these days are played back in my mind like rewinding, and finally fixed before the banquet, covering the time period when Bajing and others are leaving.
In the temporary data hedging space that is always shrouded in fog and thunderstorms, although it feels like staying for a long time, it may still be the night not long before the banquet, so it should be something that happened during the day. .
At that time, the town was blocked by the dog army of Truth of Doom. Six ordinary members who went outside the town to find out the situation were in trouble. I escorted Bajing and Ketang away by helicopter and rescued three of them hiding in the mountain. Members, when they were found, only one man and one woman survived. That man was called "Dyken". He took advantage of me to carry out a sneak attack, but I fought back and died. The woman codenamed "Green Hornet" who was finally rescued accused him of being a spy lurking in the cybersphere. The "Green Hornet" claimed to be a member of the counterintelligence department.
I don't know the actual situation very well, but a strange chip the size of a nail was found from "Dyken", which is said to be the memory of the latest research results of the Internet ball. This strange chip has been identified by Jung, but no one can tell the origin of it.
"If you need a special product, please contact Deacon." This sentence may have something to do with the mysterious chip.
I remember that the chip was on my body, and Jung asked me to keep it. I hurriedly searched for this chip on my body, but found nothing. Is it because the information about the chip is restricted from being entered, so it cannot exist in this temporary data hedge space? If this is the case, it is not surprising that you cannot bring in items such as firearms with you. However, when I thought that maybe I really lost it, I couldn't help but feel distressed.
The three corpses in this morgue are too abnormal. Someone is conducting some kind of human experiment in this temporary data hedge space. However, this place is indeed a good place for experimentation. If my understanding of this temporary data hedging space is correct, then these three corpses are not the body, but a copy of the incomplete information of the body like the "thinking body". As long as the original information is kept intact, how many copies can be made.
Thinking of this, I feel a little more confident that this female corpse is not Marceau himself.
The secret organization of the Mar Jones family was unable to enter or even communicate with this temporary data hedging space, so Irene should be the person conducting the experiment. However, whether this experiment is also part of the Tianmen Project cannot be immediately determined.
There is too little intelligence. Many things can only rely on association and speculation. I decided to stop. The most important question now is why that girl brought me to this place. She should know my purpose, is she to show me the body of this "Marceau"?
I think it should not be such a simple thing. The three corpses placed in this morgue should be related, but they seem to be just some failure products, and the note in the death certificate is a proposal for the next plan.
"Dyken" was killed by me, the final proposal could not be completed, the experiment was stranded...
I turned my body thoughtfully, and wanted to examine the other two bodies again. As soon as I lifted my head, I found that a face was less than a centimeter away from myself. I was taken aback. I took a few steps back and found out that it was Mae. When did she come to me~IndoMTL.com~ I didn't notice at all.
When she was outside the door before, she was like a child with autism. She didn't see her for a while, but she changed her appearance completely.
Mae turned a blind eye to my reaction. She blinked blankly, turned her head and attached her body to study the half of the skull of the young man's corpse. I quickly pulled her hand down.
"Hey, hey, don't eat, you will have diarrhea." I wiped a handful of sweat.
Mae didn’t mean to try again after being stopped by me. He just took off his jacket, kneaded it into a ball and smashed it on my head, ran to the side, and stood there with joy like a successful kid in a prank Laughter. Seeing her happy look, all the worries in my heart seemed to be melted away. But her mood has changed so much that it can be overwhelming sometimes.
When I picked up my jacket from the ground, I accidentally bumped into a hard object. I accidentally took it out and found that it was the mysterious chip I hadn't found just now.
"Dyken" was killed by me, the final proposal could not be completed, Irene’s experiment was stranded, and I brought the chip in...? v