Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 619: Retrospective reflection

The "Sakuya" that appeared in front of my eyes was just a phenomenon, although I had already noticed it when I entered the boundary line for the second time, and I had also become accustomed to her existence, but whenever this phenomenon appeared At the time, I still couldn't look at her completely calmly.レm♠思♥路♣客レ Whenever I hear her voice, feel her touch, see her look, my emotions will have ripples, I can’t distinguish this emotion, it’s so complicated , And so contradictory, it is not anxious, nor is it afraid, fear or joy, but they all seem to exist, but in this complex emotion, there is also an element that makes me feel peaceful. ..

I said that I didn't want her to appear, and I expected her to appear. There are enough reasons for each, because this is an elusive existence, but it is not entirely true. I think I can understand why she appeared, and what happened to the abnormalities that occurred because of her existence, but this understanding cannot be expressed in logical language and thinking.

Her existence, my understanding, and the interaction between us are all ambiguous, like between the muddy lake bottom and clear shallow water, many invisible impurities slowly rise and fall, but neither Make the bottom of the lake more turbid, and it won't make the shallow water clearer.

After separating from Long Aotian, "Sakuya" appeared in front of me again, and then, babbling like a repeater, melted into the air. I couldn't see her again, as in the past, when she didn't take the initiative to show up, I couldn't feel her existence at all.

"I'm here, Sakiya, where are you?" I don't understand why I say this, and I can't sort out the emotions that arose in my own words, but the answer has always been with me. "Sakuya" in my heart is always by my side, maybe. It is precisely because I want her to be by my side all the time. ..

The phenomenon of "Sakiya" is not equated with Sakiya individuals in the normal world. However, when I say the name "Sakiya", I cannot distinguish the two.

I am not sure whether the direct connection before entering the realm line is really effective. This realm line is still very vast. Moreover, the world of consciousness is so unpredictable, so it may not be impossible that Sakiya and the individual consciousness of the file in the normal world will be somewhere here.

I once thought about how this "Sakiya" phenomenon would change if Sakiya’s individual consciousness came to the boundary. However, there was a feeling of resistance that made me refuse to continue to guess that it was not because Bad things will happen. It's just that I reject any speculation of bad results.

I am very human, no, I am human. In this realm, my soul is just a human teenager who has been seriously ill. This is the conclusion that I came to after analyzing my thinking and emotions. My current appearance is indeed my most real state, and the worst is also closer to reality than the appearance of the normal world. This conclusion makes me feel calm. I can feel that this kind of peace is completely different from the normal world. The calm that is produced when emotions are suppressed by the brain hardware.

This kind of peace makes me feel zìyóu, peaceful. Although, the environment in which I am in, and the difficulties I have to face, are not at all relaxing. But this is the fact. Even when chased by those strange and inhuman beings, I can still talk to Long Aotian easily, think about some difficult problems easily, and face complicated situations with ease. This relaxed feeling makes me not care about my thoughts and actions. Whether it really hits the core of the matter, it doesn’t care whether the other person will act as I thought, let alone whether what I’m doing really makes sense.

I just

In pain, enjoy the feeling that you can't experience in the normal world, right?

I looked around my surroundings. Like the place I passed before, there is not much difference in the outline of the passage. It seems that in this realm, the entire base of the 51st District is a series of large and small passages, connecting countless large and small rooms in series. Here, I can see the doors of these rooms, but in the normal world, these doors are probably hidden, and the base structure observed with the naked eye must not be reflected in the boundary line. After all, this is the area constructed by the people of the 51st District's cognition of the 51st District, but in the normal world, not many people understand the whole structure of the 51st District.

There is only one path before my eyes, and that is to continue walking down this path. I was planning to do this, but blue light appeared on the metal wall not far away, and the blue light quickly formed a loop. This is a very familiar phenomenon of the "door" being opened. Obviously, this is a "door" in a hidden position even in the boundary line. The last time I saw the hidden door in the realm line was when Long Aotian appeared, which made me wonder if another newcomer had entered the realm line.

However, there were no signs of people appearing until the "door" was opened. After the "door" was opened, it didn't close, which inevitably made me feel that it was inviting or suggesting me to go in. I don't know what exactly caused this "door" to be opened, but this hidden door is certainly more attractive than walking straight down this passage. I didn't think too much, because in this realm, any guesses I got from speculations were not completely correct. "Jiang" created this place, and it requires me to move forward. Therefore, I can only believe that any changes here are not aimless and may be dangerous, but if you want to find the jīng **** integration device, you must do it.

If "Jiang" really needs me to obtain the jīng **** integration device as soon as possible, then, also in this realm line, my progress cannot be slower than all the people who enter this place, including Long Aotian.

I just took two steps forward, and a row of strange and inhuman existence suddenly appeared in front of me. They are in the middle of the passage, one by one entering the hidden door. The distance between me and them is only about ten meters, but they are just doing their own things, and none of them pay attention to me. The scenes chased by these weird existences before were just like bubbles, but they had been shattered and disappeared, and there was no residue left until now.

Perhaps as Long Aotian said, the fierce abnormal reaction was because he stayed with me for too long. Although it was a trouble caused by me. However, once I am alone, it will not be a problem.

I stopped in place, quietly waiting for these weird existences to enter the door one after another, not knowing if I was dazzled, when they were all about to enter the door. For a moment, the weird existence at the end glanced at me, and when I met its gaze, the face hidden by the cloak and hood suddenly became clear. That appearance flashed past. When I looked closely, the strange existence was still the same. I couldn't see clearly, but it was that way. It should be someone I know, not Sakuya, but

I can't be sure, I can only say by feeling that it is an adult woman.

Did you really meet an acquaintance who entered this boundary line again? I want to confirm, but the scruples about these weird existences still make me a step slower. When I came to the door. Those weird existences have completely entered the door, and. When I looked in the door, they were no longer there.

Behind the door is not a room, nor is it another passage. It is just a small space that cannot accommodate the number of weird existences. The light inside is the same as the outside, and the light illuminates every tiny corner. There is no cautious gloom in the illusion, and there are no other things with obvious presence. It is just an empty place that looks like an elevator.

I paused, stepped in, and haven't turned around yet. The mirror-smooth metal wall in front of me showed the reflection of the closed door. I immediately turned my head, the door had been closed with only a palm gap, and outside the door, "Sakiya" was standing there. This time, she just looked at me quietly without speaking. After that, the closed door completely isolated us, and even made me feel that this time, "Sakuya" was really separated from the door. This made me a little uneasy, but the slight sense of weightlessness and the pattern that lit up on the top of my head let me know that I had no choice.

This small space really seems to be an elevator, and the changing image above the head is like some kind of counter. However, if you stare at those patterns for more than three seconds, it will make people feel drunk and top-heavy. , The field of vision will also become blurred, and in the end, only the changing image is left to rotate violently, forming a more psychedelic vision. It was very difficult for me to break free from this state. At this time, I had lost my sense of time. In other words, I could not be sure how long I lasted in that state.

Immediately afterwards, the elevator bell rang and the descent stopped.

Before the door opened, I heard a sound. At first it sounds like the sound of a dog barking, but that sound can’t describe the appearance of any known dog in my mind. It is accompanied by the sound of biting and chewing. Just the sound is enough to make people think, that It must be something very dangerous. Dangerous dogs are not enough to describe this feeling.

Maybe I didn't have the idea of ​​going out immediately, and the door didn't open. I waited for a while, and the barking thing showed no sign of leaving. If I only rely on my body at this time, I can’t fight against that kind of thing. This intuition has prompted me to subconsciously look for some tools in the elevator that can help, although, before this, I have not been able to see everything at a glance. Find things other than yourself in the space of yours. It was at this time that, regarding the dangers that existed outside, my mind gradually sketched out a kind of cognition.

That's a demon of canines.

Hellhound is huge and quick to move. The most dangerous thing is that it is invisible in most cases.

In the memory of the last Gaochuan, Morino once summoned a demon with the head of a hellhound. However, in the recognition at this time, the dangerous dog outside the elevator exists, and Morino once summoned the demon. The head hellhound is different. I can't say which one is more dangerous, but there are some differences in form and characteristics.

Either one will pose a great threat to me with my bare hands. Without weapons, it would be difficult for me to deal with the opponent just with my current appearance.

It is impossible to hide, you must kill it.

Although they haven't met formally yet, these awareness of the danger outside the door is getting stronger and stronger.

I looked left and right. Although I had confirmed several times before that there was nothing in this elevator that could be used as a weapon, but an instinctive feeling drove me to continue to do so. When I raised my head, the pattern on the top of my head suddenly became a more visual shape, gradually. The ceiling is no longer made of metal, but has become an old concrete wall tile crawling with spider webs. The pattern is hidden by spider webs and dust, and it is not clear to see. There was a pungent smell of ammonia in the air I breathed, which made me sober. Then I realized, I don’t know when, the place where I am is no longer a metal elevator, but like a smaller toilet room, and it is the old style more than ten years ago, and the place where the tiles are not embedded is covered with moss. The urinal was also disgustingly dirty.

I subconsciously reached into my pants pocket, no. It should be said that when I inserted my hand, I realized that this patient suit actually had pockets, and there was something familiar to the hand in the pocket, and I took it out. It turned out to be cigarettes, camel brand, and the packaging had been torn. Open, the smoke is only half. There is a lighter in the other half of the cigarette case. I am instinctively and accustomed to. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's not an illusion, but it can also be said that it's all an illusion. In this boundary line, there is no physical object in theory, but. The smell of cigarettes does spread in the nose and lungs.

When I cast my gaze to an inconspicuous corner, I immediately saw the graffiti words that did not exist there: "Don't put your hand in the dog's mouth."

There is a sense of familiarity, a strong sense of familiarity, and a strong sense of sight. Whether the dog barks, this toilet is good. Strange patterns and scribbled graffiti are good, similar situations seem to have happened before, but they don’t exist in memory.

Following this sense of sight, I raised my head again, and then I saw clearly what the pattern above my head was hidden by spider webs and dust

It is a wolf, or a dog, but the real wolf dog does not have three pairs of eyes.

The weird dog bit the cross, three pairs of eyes full of blood, staring at me fiercely.

It seems to be someone's. Its cracked lips and sharp teeth are like mocking.

It seems that the next moment, it will come at me!

Don't put your hand in the dog's mouth. This sentence echoed in my mind, and the three-eyed vicious dog was full of red light. This light expanded to the entire elevator. As a result, the toilet cubicle, which was originally brighter, was filled with the dim red light on the first floor, and it felt as if it had been submerged by a thin slice of blood.

On the wall next to the toilet door, there is a fire cabinet. It is hard to imagine that a place that was originally an elevator has become a toilet cubicle, and there is a fire cabinet in the toilet cubicle. Strange, but familiar scene, I subconsciously took off my coat, and as a result, I was only wearing a patient gown, but actually took off my coat.

It was a familiar high school uniform jacket. I don't know when it had already rolled up my elbows.

All the changes that have happened to me and around me, seem to be missing a few frames, and I suddenly jumped to completion.

But, here is the boundary line, the weird world of consciousness, what is impossible?

I don’t plan to entangle these familiar and unusual changes, smash the glass of the fire cabinet hard, and take out the fire axe.

The very familiar feel, no matter the weight or the shape, is very handy, making people unconsciously think of the adjective "perfect". And holding the fire axe, I seem to be standing in something I don't remember. At a certain time in the past, my time seemed to start to flow backwards.

The bark of the dog made my soul more and more hot, the sound of blood flow became louder and louder, and the ubiquitous pain and noise were declining to the point where it was almost imperceptible. Since entering the boundary line, my state has never been better.

I was holding onto the axe and smoking the cigarette hard. The sparks from the cigarette butts and the smoke from my lungs seemed to be the breath of an evil dragon.

Courage and strength are like substance, swelling rapidly from the body, soul and blood. I took a step towards the door~IndoMTL.com~ The tremor of the muscles became clearer. For so many years, it has never been so strong as it is now, as if the thick rubber band is gradually pulled to its limit. The blood was rushing, the heart was beating, and their voices rang in the ears.

I kicked the doorway of the toilet cubicle, and what appeared in front of me was still a metal passage unique to the base. On the smooth, mirror-like wall opposite, it reflects that my body is still wearing a patient’s gown, but there is no patient’s skin or expression. The short and medium hair is combed carefully, revealing a delicate and beautiful face, and I put on plain glasses. , The clothes on the body are meticulous.

An idea came to my mind as a top student?

I don't know what happened to me. The only thing I can be sure of is that Gao Chuan, "I", has never been a student. Therefore, what constitutes the reflection on the metal wall and constitutes my posture at this moment, of course, cannot be the memory information of "me".

Even, the proportion of "I" Gao Chuan occupies is very small.

Nevertheless, this posture cannot create any barriers for me.

As if I did it countless times, I threw the school uniform on my arm out the door. (To be continued.)