Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 595: Towing

After all the members of the File Squad arrived, we once walked along the circular corridor at a normal walking speed for 20 minutes, but we did not find the leisure facilities mentioned by Father Xi Sen. What we still see before our eyes is A corridor that seems to extend indefinitely-quiet, monotonous, and there is no one other than us. шШщ.dyzww.网} This may be because the venue is too large, or because this circular corridor has a certain peculiarity, but we decided not to explore it. I don't know exactly what they think about this situation, and I don't plan to think about it, and I don't plan to investigate the truthfulness of Father Xi Sen's words. Because I feel that no matter what this circular corridor is about, it will not become an obstacle at a critical moment. People in the 51st district, whether it is the government or the collection of mysterious organizations, cannot just treat us like this. Detention here. As Father Xi Sen said before, what we need now is rest and wait for the further opening of negotiations.

After deciding not to explore further, we each went back to our room. Although the landscape of the corridor is so monotonous, there is no difference in each place. The smooth walls, floors and ceilings are silver-gray. There is nothing more, which makes us sometimes stand in place. I have an illusion, and I can't recognize my origin with the naked eye. However, as long as we press our palms on the wall, we can always open the door to the room.

"They are guarding us." The file carried a dozen cans of beer back and forth from the refrigerator. She was still very energetic and she was not sleepy at all, but the other mercenaries had clearly shown exhaustion. From the beginning of the wooden house incident, they have been under considerable pressure. Although for me, Sakiya, and File. Those seemingly dangerous encounters are like playing house wine, but for other mercenaries, including the three graystone fortifiers, they are still life-and-death dangers. Moreover, no matter the environment of the wooden house incident, or the environment of the circular corridor in the 51st district, there is a strong spiritual depression.

Don't continue to advance on the circular corridor, although there are factors of indifference, but I have to admit it. Considering the state of the entire team, the others really can't go on. Although the 51st District looks friendly or at least a neutral territory, we must consider the worst.

As for why the guest lounge is arranged in such a depressing environment, or why we should be allocated to such a place, if there is no other purpose. Simply because there is no place to arrange it, or it is not considered, it must be a lie that no one will believe.

"How is it? They gave us a bad idea and want us to cooperate obediently." The file naturally vented his dissatisfaction, slurped up a can of beer, and then squeezed the can into a ball with force. Seemingly thrown behind him carelessly. The trash can in the corner suddenly slid over here on its own, and filled the trash falling from the air into his stomach.

"Oh—" The file noticed this scene and couldn't help but let out an amazed voice, "This is really good."

"So, what do you think we should do? Make a protest statement when we meet again?" I asked calmly.

"That's true. They won't give in easily. I said, how about giving them a shot with this knife?" The file looked at the critical weapon that was set aside. A strange smile appeared on his face.

"It doesn't matter." I really said indifferent: "If you really want to do that. But then our hole cards will be gone."

"Do you think Father Xi Sen knew that we brought this thing?" The file's expression was a little more serious, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket, threw one to me, and lit one himself.

"I don't think they won't let others know." I just replied. Nowadays, there are not many critical weapons of the ruling bureau that are leaked out. Almost every one can be regarded as a strategic deterrent, but we carry them closely. This intelligence may exert a twisting force at a critical time.

The file was silent for a while, and suddenly said to me: "I am not optimistic about joining them. Although I don't know what their plan is and what their cards are, I believe that the greater the profit, the greater the risk." In other words. The goal they want to achieve through the plan is too great. Even if the risks have been shared, it still makes me feel uneasy." After all, she threw away half of the cigarettes she had smoked, and the automatic sensing trash can arrived in time again. , Put cigarettes into your arms.

The file has clearly expressed her opinion, but she still puts the right of choice in my hands, and my attention at this moment is not on the plans of Father Xi Sen and others. I am more concerned about Sakiya’s anomaly than the cover-up plan. After she re-transformed into the Ashbringer, the feeling that had brought her huge negative emotions completely disappeared, but this does not mean that , The factors that caused her abnormality have disappeared, to a greater extent, it is just that the induction has been cut off. The abnormal situation that can cause Sakiya to produce such a big emotional swing and force the mask left by Super Dorothy to operate automatically is certainly not a simple thing. According to Sakuya’s description, as well as the particularity of Sakuya himself, and the origin of the Rorschach mask, I have considered that this anomaly has something to do with "Jiang", and everything related to "Jiang" must not use common sense. See it.

In the depths of my heart, there is a feeling that is getting clearer and clearer. I don't know what the abnormal factor is, and I will come to me soon. As for what it is, the brain hardware has made several possibilities, but I can't judge how it will appear in front of me, and whether it will further cause chaos in the 51st district.

Sakuya in the gray transformation form looks okay, but I still don't want to let her stay alone, even if we are in the same dormitory room. I told her that I planned to sleep with her. She had no objection. In fact, I inherited the relationship from the last Gaochuan, and she was a very close lover relationship, even in the past month or so since I was born. After marrying Omi, this relationship has not changed in alienation. Sakuya, who claims to be the Ashbringer, is different from Sakuya in his normal state. When I hugged her from behind, the feeling of difference became clearer-although I couldn't describe it clearly. It's not alienation, or estrangement, vaguely described, like embracing two people with different thoughts and emotions, even with different physical feelings, but subtly sharing the same "core".

Sakiya's body exudes a unique smell, probably the smell of this gray costume. It also has feminine softness, but it is not exactly the same as her usual taste. If I close my eyes, I feel as if I am holding her, and as if I am holding another woman.

Is this feeling mixed with the smell of Dorothy? I thought about it, but my consciousness involuntarily slipped out of my brain hardware. Although, this process gives people a natural feeling. It's like falling asleep gradually, and my consciousness goes away involuntarily, but before I completely sink, I have already reacted. This is not a natural state at all. Because when the brain hardware is the main controller, the consciousness will be locked. This is like an active defense measure of computer protection software to ensure that it will not be affected by consciousness attacks such as hallucinations. However, the locked consciousness is slipping uncontrollably. The presence of the brain hardware is also gone.

——What exactly... is it?

My consciousness became blurred and seemed to disappear for a moment. But it surfaced again ignorantly. I am in an uncontrolled half-dream and half-awake state, and I vaguely know this, and also understand that this is not a normal situation, however, it is like being pressed underneath by a nightmare, unable to make any changes. I heard strange sounds, sometimes like the sound of running water, sometimes like a group of people noisy, and sometimes like a broken radio, just annoyingly rustling. I couldn't move, but after trying to open my eyes, from the blurred vision, I saw the shaking shadows, like people and ghosts. I shook my head to make myself awake, but my vision suddenly moved forward, but I didn't feel any walking.

I seem to have become a ghost. As I floated forward, a group of illusory line-structured images flashed away. In the impression of a glimpse, it seemed to be a door or a hatch. , And I walked out like a real ghost. Although it was a bit slow, it did penetrate something and floated out in front of it. A large number of complex line segments, textures and veins are intertwined in the dim vision. Because it is too complicated, it is impossible to tell what they are. The same complex sounds still echo in the ears, and those like other people, But there was only a living creature with a fuzzy shadow, seeing me walking through without a thing. I don't know who they are and what they are doing, but in a state of ignorance, there is still a very firm idea-this place is not the 51st district.

After a while, those complicated voices seem to become clearer, and I think I can distinguish some words: "melting...", "injection...", "number three...", "data... "Wait, but they can't be spliced ​​into a complete piece of content. It’s just that these obviously suggestive words occupy a unique place in my memory. I was in the dim, thinking about a vacation. Because of some factors, I temporarily returned to reality in an inexplicable state. What I saw The things I heard and the words I heard were all about the research dynamics taking place in Gaochuan who was accessing the doomsday illusion. However, the situation was more complicated than I thought, because I heard a pronunciation similar to German. Not only did the researchers at the Reality Hospital have no Germans, nor did the experiment ever use German. More complex pictures are squeezed into the field of view, as if rising to a wide-angle lens, more ghost-like human shadows are moving, and the video continues to spread to wider and deeper places. The convergence of voices turned into a huge and noisy working room, rather than a research institute that emphasizes quietness and efficiency.

Not long after, this extremely deep and wide picture changed again. The complex line segments that outline this scene change like a kaleidoscope. The final outline of the scene is still hazy and fuzzy, but it can still be distinguished. It's not something that happened in the same place. I involuntarily floated forward, as if straddling three-dimensional images after another. I was like a ghost, just a traveler who couldn’t affect these images. I didn’t even have time to figure out what these images were actually showing, representing What happened.

If you want to make an analogy, I feel like Alice in Wonderland, just. I am far less aware of what I am in than Alice. It's like a traveler who has traversed space and plane as described in fantasy works. I left my tiny footprints in different worlds, just because I only stayed for a while on a tiny piece of land in each world.

The original complicated line segments gradually became rarer, and in the end only a rectangle of equal height remained. At this moment, my field of vision involuntarily glanced down. I immediately knew where my consciousness was. It's not your own body-it's a body with obvious female sexual characteristics.

So, who is she? Why am I in her body? Obviously, everything I saw before was her activity, not my intention. In addition, what are the pictures I saw? I am in this female body. Where did you arrive?

There is a blank space all around, as if it is completely composed of white paper. I seem to be standing in an infinitely wide space. The only difference is the rectangular line segment image in the pale in front of me.

So, the field of vision gradually moved up. As the image approached, the rectangular pattern became more and more complex, the structure became more and more complex, and the objects it represented became clearer and clearer-soon, it became a mirror of equal height. However. The reflection in the mirror, but I couldn't see the appearance of the woman I was wearing at all. There is only one eye that seems to be burning.

Blood red, like blood flowing and burning like fire oil, in the depths of this thirsty pupil, my face is reflected like glass.

And beside my face is--

I seemed to see what it was, but I couldn't write it down, because at that moment, a strong fluctuation made me suddenly wake up, and all the seemingly real and imaginary scenes disappeared. Despite this, I still cannot be sure that I have returned to reality from the nightmare world, because I feel like I am drunk and top-heavy, and I still don’t feel the presence of brain hardware, as if I have recovered. The human body.

In the dizzy field of vision, the scene suddenly became clear, fuzzy, zoomed out for a while, and approached for a while, but my consciousness at this time was clearer than before. I barely got up on the floor, but my feet were soft, so I had to hold on to the wall beside me. The wall was suddenly hard and soft, and then, even the feeling from the floor became so ambiguous.

Although the state is very bad, it can be said to be terrible. The only strength left in his body is only enough to support himself to stand up and barely take a few steps. If he is in danger, he will have no strength to fight back. I couldn't find any weapons on the body, and the chain determination and pseudo-speed sweep could not be activated. I don't know if it is because the retinal screen and the brain hardware have lost their sense of existence. I am like a weak and normal person, although I quickly noticed that I was not in the room and didn't have any clues at all. This is a circular corridor, which looks like the one where the dormitory we live in is located.

The inexplicable encounter and the inexplicable feeling of abnormality make me think that I am still dreaming, but the shaky scene in front of me is quite real. When I faced the wall and wanted to take a look at my face with the help of the smooth and translucent metal surface, I was shocked to see a pair of eyes without face support-the left eye is bloody, the right eye is blue, a strong familiarity The feeling is about to come out, this is mine, no, to be precise, it is the eye shape with the strongest presence in the memory information of "Gaochuan". Although the origin of this pair of eyes is not clear, it seems to exist in another part of Gaochuan information that has not been integrated. However, there is no doubt that I agree from the bottom of my heart that this is the eyes of "Gaochuan", and it is also mine at this time. Eye.

Is it really a dream? I think so, because I have lost my left eye~IndoMTL.com~ Something is calling me, an emotion is urging me, such a perceptual and emotional state, since the deep operation of the brain hardware, it has been It never appeared again. I think it’s a bit novel, and at the same time, it’s the only thing that makes people happy in this terrible dream world.

I leaned on the wall and moved forward following the call in my heart. My steps are unpleasant, my body has a strong sense of weakness, and I am not as tenacious as the prosthetic body. At this moment, I really feel that I have returned to adulthood, although I may just be an ordinary person with a serious illness. This feeling made me in a trance, wondering if I had returned to reality. Before I knew it, I escaped from the computer room of the doomsday illusion, dragging the seriously deteriorating body into the black tower.

At this time, I realized that I can no longer distinguish between the real and the illusion, but it seems that the truth or the illusion is no longer important. The important thing is what is calling me in my heart. I don't know what it is, but I do know that it exists as a mission to myself.

I feel difficult to breathe. Every time I breathe, I can hear my "hissing" sound, just like oxygen inhaling. I walked hard and moved slowly, but at each step, the changing scenery in my vision made me feel as if I had shrunk to an inch and moved a long distance forward.

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