Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 675: Dark clown

In this doomsday illusion, Doomsday Truth is the protagonist that truly represents the general trend. Just like its name, what it does is the truth of this world and the theme of this world.

No matter how difficult it is for others to accept, this is true. To change this fact, to achieve a sufficient rate of change of the world line, and to save the world, there are too many difficulties and obstacles to face. The most important thing is that a very critical part of the problem needs to be solved from a "realistic" perspective.

Using the mysticism of the Central Duchy, this is "killing the gods and demons, going against the sky." So far, except for "Gaochuan", no doomsday syndrome patient can be in the "reality" and "apocalyptic fantasy." Walk freely between. Except for "Takakawa", all people who exist in the doomsday illusion have their "truth body" already become L, or they are like Sakiya, Hakkei and Marceau, completely separated from the "truth body", or are related to it. Like Dorothy, Se and Dorothy were transformed into the center of the system, completely lacking the conditions to reach "reality" and act in "reality".

However, Gao Chuan, who is the only one who has the conditions of "against the sky", is also waiting for the end of the world to come.

It's really ironic. In the past, "Gao Chuan" always wanted to prevent the end of the world and become a hero. This vision has not changed even in my Gao Chuan. However, in a world line that seems most likely to achieve this vision, I cannot try. Because there is only a "mental integration device", and only "Gao Chuan", a severely ill patient with doomsday syndrome whose body is about to collapse. The so-called "looks most likely" is just an illusion. I must sit back and watch the end of the world come again, so as to promote the birth of the "Gate of Destiny" in exchange for a chance to reach the super high river and reverse the world line.

I exist. It will only exist in this world line, and my existence is no different from Doomsday Truth in terms of promoting the end of the world. I sometimes think about the way I exist now. Is it a manifestation of "doomsday truth". I cannot be a real hero. At best, I am only a dark hero. In this ideological world, the "harlequin" mask that I now wear on my face is a true portrayal of me.

These are my guesses based on speculation. It does not necessarily correspond to the real situation. It may be full of too many negative things. However, I can only use this method to organize a clearer view of the world. From my perspective at this time, what I am in is That's what the environment is all about. Everyone in the doomsday illusion can see more light, hope and future than me. But I felt that there was only a silent darkness around me, and there was only one spot of light in a very distant place, twinkling like stars. I can only be alone in silence, chewing all these tastes, listening to the footsteps of death, and chasing the starlight in the distance.

I'm thinking, and the file is thinking too. In this conscious world, the passage of time has become ambiguous. After the chasers behind us are completely killed, no new chasers will come, and we can only guess what happened, and we can’t really Understand what exactly is the reason. Walking in the mystery, the incomprehensible, incomprehensible, and unresolvable fear will always surround me. And every person who walks in the mystery must continue to bear such pressure as long as he lives.

I don’t know if anyone has given up, but it’s within the scope of my knowledge. No one who is still alive will give up because of this. Maybe it's because all the people who gave up have already died. People who walk in the mystery are often paranoid and stubborn, just like mental patients. Their way of thinking will always be incompatible with normal people. Perhaps it is precisely because of this constant pressure that they have to become like this, or this is what it is. The impact of the pathological changes brought about by the doomsday syndrome.

Whether looking at these people from the perspective of "reality" or from the perspective of "doomsday fantasy", they can feel their "morbid" state, and the deepening of this morbidity is also from these two perspectives. The various factors that influence each other produce the result. This kind of influence is so complicated that no one can parse out every detail. What I see, understand, and imagine cannot be comprehensive. I know myself, just like a blind man who feels like an elephant, but, For a blind man, what does a real elephant look like and what is the point? No, it may be meaningful, but this meaning is not the most important, because even if you can’t really understand what an elephant looks like, you still need to fill your own world with the elephants you know, understand, and imagine. .

Then, keep moving forward, even if he is ridiculed, ridiculed, and considered an incurable mental patient, he can only walk along the path he sees until the last moment of his life.

My life as a person has been so small and stubborn.

The "fire-breathing" cockpit looked very small after squeezing into the two people. I and the file were squeezed together, but there was no ambiguous atmosphere. The danger of this conscious world, the unclearness of the future, and the pressure we have already endured, even if we pretend to be calm and relaxed on a blind date, we actually don't have any energy to germinate hormonal stimulation.

Hanging the tail of the special mixed flight brigade far away, we have been flying for a long time, and the surrounding scenery is still full of a large, depressing and magnificent feature, but the unchanging platform, corridor and gear lever mechanism gradually make people feel Tiredness, and sometimes it is even impossible to determine whether this fatigue is due to aesthetic fatigue or the negative impact of the ideological world itself. Except for us and the fighter group ahead, there have been no signs of life activity for a long time. The route of this flying brigade is slightly chaotic. Of course, it may also be a scene repeating the same model, making it impossible for people to truly determine their direction of action. But the file and I have the same intuition. This flying brigade will definitely take us to the place we expected. Although they don't always fly downwards, in general, we are constantly descending.

Then, at a certain moment, through the observation of quarks, I noticed an unnatural change in the flight attitude of this special hybrid aircraft group. This change is very subtle, but the ability to judge through the chain is fed back to my perception, but it seems very clear, because. They have never had such a change before. This unnatural taste is like a taste that has already reached a balance, but suddenly more seasonings are added, which destroys the original sense of balance. In a keen sense, this kind of imbalance. The unnatural taste is extremely obvious.

I couldn't help but stand up and focus more on finding the source of the unnaturalness. And my actions naturally made the file recover from the boring silence, as if she was suddenly awakened, her body was slightly stiff.

"What happened? Gao Chuan." She asked.

"There is a change." I said. However, I still haven't seen the source of the change, perhaps because it is still far from that location. However, judging from this unobservable distance and the changes made by the task force flying group. The state at the source must be quite intense. Perhaps, upon entering the edge of the observable range, this task force will fall into a passive crisis.

The file seemed to perceive something from my expression. Although I couldn't see it, I was still observing the distance intently. If quark is a normal bird, maybe, my feeling will be more profound. However, although quark appears in this ideological world, it seems to be in another relatively separated world. The changes produced by the ideological world have not caused any interference to it. Because the place where it first appeared was in the boundary line, so its anomaly inevitably made me feel more envisioned——

Is "Jiang" also observing this ideological world? The last time the boundary line collapsed under the violent power of the mental integration device, but. Will it appear again? The answer to me is almost yes.

"Jiang" is inside me, but most of the time, I can't really directly perceive its existence. However, I have always believed. Its calmness is just an illusion.

It's waiting, waiting. It is not a human being. It is more resistant than humans. As a “virus” capable of self-recognition, it is stronger than humans in every quality of survival, growth and evolution.

I know, it will appear eventually. No matter what the Doomsday Shinrikyo, the Nazis, the 51st District, and the various mysterious organizations are thinking about, what wonderful skills and assassins they have, its appearance will exceed their expectations and lead to huge flaws in their plans— —

It's like a unknown **** suddenly intervening in human affairs.

And I am waiting so. Although I don't want to admit it, I do know that I need "Jiang", and I can't leave "Jiang" alone.

In the plans of Gaochuan, Super Color and Super Dorothy, "Jiang" is an existence that must be guarded and restricted, and can even be regarded as an enemy. However, in the process of this plan, it cannot be avoided. It even needs the involvement of "Jiang". This is a ridiculous situation, isn't it? Or, in the plans of Gao Chuan, Super Colors, and Super Dorothy, this has already been considered. Only me, Gao Chuan will fall into such a small self-deprecation?

I don’t know, I’m just an executor, and I only need to be an executor.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, and the group of fighters in the distance is constantly marching towards the source of change. Even if the movement posture has changed more obviously, there is no meaning to turn around or reorganize. They are like abandoning everything, moving towards that source with all their strength. Originally, in this conscious world, there is no wind under normal conditions. Under normal circumstances, light and heat will not cause air convection. You can’t feel the wind even when sitting in the “fire breathing”. No, perhaps it should be said, in normal conditions. Under the circumstances, there is no concept of "air" at all. Only in the case of combat, wind and air will be "feeled" due to certain factors arising from outsiders like us.

But now, this ideological world is really windy.

I pushed the lid of the cockpit hard, and the breeze rushed in at once, which made people feel refreshed and cool.

"The wind is abnormal." The file seemed to be chewing with the abnormality that came in with the wind.

"The wind is getting stronger, and it's very regular." I stared and sensed the changes in the special mixed flight group in the distance, "It is full of hostility to the fleet."

"Yes, I am also affected here." The file stared at the dial in front of him, showing a pleasant smile. There is no better news than this, "Our flight trajectory is deviating, and the fuselage The pressure is not normal. If this continues, it will crash."

Changes, changes full of hostility, are really refreshing.

"Do you know who I am thinking of?" I smiled and asked the file, and then she gave me a roll of eyes: "Such an abnormal airflow. Apart from Father Xi Sen, I can't think of a second person. He. She even brought the magic pattern in—" With that said, she made a heavy "cut" in her nasal voice. She should be uncomfortable that she couldn't do this kind of thing.

Father Xi Sen, a third-level half-magma envoy, has superpowers for air pressure control. In a chain manner, it can indeed cover such a huge area, and it truly has a fatal impact on a flying brigade. Although, these fighter groups are likely to be anomalies generated by the ideological world, but. It does not mean how strong their own mystery will be. What is really powerful is just the mystery of the spiritual integration device. Father Xi Sen's superpower is extremely mysterious, and he is innately restrained from anything that involves air currents. Regardless, it is a normal thing, or it is mysterious and abnormal.

The wind is getting fierce, and a small black spot appears on the farther position of the Bitmix Flying Group, which is like the source of the wind, from a wide-area perspective. Including where we are, it is like being in a huge air vortex, and in this air vortex, there are more small vortices, and even chaotic turbulent air currents. These complex air currents seemed to be conscious, wrapping the fighter body layer by layer, dividing the array of aircraft groups, making the aircraft seem to be swayed and shaken by an invisible giant hand. Then, a "Zero" in the special mixed flight group swayed, the struggle stopped, and the entire fuselage fell along the airflow to its surrounding companions, which caused further chaos. These fighters are trying to get out of the center of chaos. Stabilize your flight attitude, but the two-by-two collisions are like ripples of constant transmission, igniting sparks and scattering falling debris in the cluster little by little.

The distance between us and this special mixed flight group is quite far. It is impossible to observe these details with our eyesight. We can only realize the chaos of the outline of the fleet. However, at this moment, the quark is flying in this special mixed flight. Over the flying brigade.

Even if the chaos cannot be stopped, more and more airframes are crashing, and their positions are involuntarily shifted. However, the general course of the task force is still unwavering, as if to say that even if there is only one, To break into the source of that chaos. As the distance got closer, the file and I also experienced the pressure brought by this strange airflow. There were even a few times when the engine suddenly turned off, and the propellers and wings seemed to be torn by something, creaking, causing us to lose speed for a while and fall down. Even if the file tried to control it, it almost swept through several obstacles. . It wasn't until the file swearly smashed the dial with the handle of the revolver that it accidentally reignited the engine.

"Fuck it, it's really a tattered thing." The file spit, and said to me with a smug expression: "Fortunately, I have experience in dealing with old antiques. I can't beat it."

Although we say that, our situation has not fundamentally changed. The impact of the majestic and weird airflow on the aircraft is still increasing with the times. The only advantage over the large force in front of the aircraft is this aircraft." The Spitfire's structure is probably quite solid, and it is not surrounded by fragile organisms. Father Xi Sen used to observe things through air currents, but maybe the distance was too far, maybe the fighting was so fierce that he couldn’t collect the information brought by the air currents due to the natural chain reaction from far away, and he couldn’t be distracted by those who were too far away. The airflow is too detailed to control, so we have to suffer a bit to get there.

"I think he did it on purpose." The file curled his lips and said.

"Will it crash before we arrive?" I stared at the situation of the task force flying in the distance and asked about our own situation.

"It's very possible, get ready to jump at any time." The file didn't worry too much, and said: "These chaotic airflows should be created indirectly by super power ~ IndoMTL.com~ The larger the scale, the easier it is to be locked. Only The two of us, plus your moving speed, without the interference of the enemy, may be faster when approaching there. Actually, I would like to propose to abandon this old antique now. What do you think?"

I agree with the view of the file. The chaos of the special mixed flight brigade ahead is still going on, and there is still some distance from the source. Although the black spots in the distance are getting bigger and bigger, the chaos of the fleet gives me the feeling that it makes me I even felt that they couldn't support that place. The original large clusters of black and dark clouds seemed to have been ignited one by one, turning into a rain of fire and falling stars in the middle of the journey.

They are tenacious and stubborn, just like moths fighting a fire.

Preparing to agree to the file’s suggestion, the "Spitfire" we were riding in went out again, this time more dangerous than the previous few times, because the wind direction has become more dangerous and the wind is stronger. The file grasped the control feeling strongly and tried to adjust the flying posture, but the fuselage rolled in the chaotic airflow, quickly narrowing the distance from the surrounding obstacles.

"Jumping! Gao Chuan! Can't do it anymore!" shouted the file. The huge and heavy gears are getting bigger and bigger in the direction thrown away from the fuselage. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)