Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 694: Mental reorganization

——I am here, watching your death.

Uncontrolled thinking, like another Gao Chuan's speaking.

My spirit is split into two halves, and a clear gap appears in the dialogue of thinking. On this boundary, standing here is me, and standing there is the faintly young Gaochuan Phantom.

Just like when I saw him in the boundary line, the repetition of the scene, although it is not without new information to convey, but it is this kind of repetition of the image that let me know that at this moment, that blur The phantom is indeed not a real existence. The split spirit is in an ambiguous state. It breeds, hatches, and waits. The uncontrolled thinking is still my thinking, but it is also a profound one that seems to be transformed into a real omen at any time.

I am talking to myself, and also to this young boy Gao Chuan Phantom, even if he is just a Phantom at this time, it is part of the collection of information from the depths of the body and spirit of "Gao Chuan," he is dead. The existence that is not completely dead is the existence that is about to come back to life, but there is no real resurrection either.

"Gaochuan, Gaochuan, Gaochuan, Gaochuan, Gaochuan..." My uncontrolled thinking constitutes a vague phantom of the young Gaochuan. In a strange tone that is difficult to capture its meaning, I mutter that this belongs to us. name. But it was just chanting the name.

Then, Gao Chuan, the thinking boy, took his eyes away from my face and cast it behind me. This is a very peculiar feeling. He is composed only of thinking form, not with the help of my eyes to see, but the result of chain judgment. In the past, linkage determination was an observation method without blind spots, and there was no such observation that was specifically aimed at a certain direction. It is impartial, and keeps everything in mind. But at this moment, the uncontrolled thinking activity gave me the feeling of "watching".

"Confirmed, this is the thing." He said.

I followed his gaze. In other words, this kind of "watching" thinking has become a thinking that I can dominate. So, I saw the familiar, ambiguous. But the thing that can't see the outline floats in front, like a ball of light.

"That's..." I stared at the shining thing ahead, repeating what I had said in the boundary line. I didn't mean to do this on purpose, but, naturally, I did. It seems that he has also become a reader, and from the perspective of spiritual consciousness, he has returned to the moment when he saw the phantom of the young Gaochuan in the realm line.

The phantom of the young boy Gao Chuan in his consciousness became clearer again.

"Mental Integration Device." The phantom of the young Takakawa responded to me in the same way, "Be careful, it's about to start. You. When are you going to be stubborn? It doesn't matter, I can understand, because I It's also Gaochuan."

Yes, in the boundary line constructed by "Jiang", we are just like this, confirming the existence of the spiritual unity device. He talked about his own existence and purpose, as well as the meaning of his existence, and interacted with the little-known behind the scenes. He didn't force me how to do it in the past. It's the same now, he hopes I can agree with him, but it is obvious that my answer now is nothing more than repeating the decision at that time.

Although. I cannot deny the relationship between "Gaochuan" and "Jiang" as he knows, and cannot ignore his warnings. However, now I do not agree with him, recognize him, and refute my past actions and ideas, because, That simply denies the meaning of my Gaochuan being in this world. I cannot confirm whether the young Gao Chuan's cognition and choice is right or wrong. I am not so flexible, nor so smart, to know how to advance and retreat. His commentary had a profound impact on me, and it seemed that it was just that. Perhaps, that's really the case-as Gao Chuan, implementing the plan without "Jiang" is basically an absurd and contradictory behavior. "Jiang" is no longer the "virus" of the past. Its connection with "Gaochuan" is closer than any researcher imagined. It has already existed as a whole. It is no longer possible to simply treat it as a "virus" and to distinguish it from "Gaochuan".

Even so, even so!

I can't deny the meaning of my existence because of it. In the past, Gaochuan, Super Color and Super Dorothy made plans. I and I were born to implement this plan. If the plan was wrong from the source, isn't my birth also a mistake? Is everything that Gao Chuan, Super Color and Super Dorothy did so hard in the past, wrong? ——I cannot accept this setting.

If there is a choice, if everything that the young Gaochuan Phantom says is true, I would rather believe that the plan that we people carry out under an arrogant idea is also driving the truth described by the young Gaochuan Phantom. I would rather believe that our plan, and the plan of the young Gaochuan Mirage and Jiang, are not completely in conflict. The "something, state, and situation" that can truly end all must be realized through this conflict.

Thinking this way, I have a reason to continue following my original decision.

I continue to persuade myself to make up for the reasons for my choice. I want to convince myself that my existence is not a mistake, and it is not "unnecessary". Even if it's self-deception, I'm doing this to prevent myself from breaking down. For normal people, such a situation can be described as "a bit of a horn", and it is likely to cause psychological and mental disorders. However, for an abnormal person, a doomsday patient with a serious illness, and a schizophrenic who has a clear goal since birth, this is because he has to do it in order to keep himself alive. Thing.

What is oneself, the meaning of one's existence, the reason for being alive, what makes oneself, for other people, it is a question that does not need to think or get a clear answer. However, for me, it is a question that must have a self-justified answer.

I kept thinking, explaining, and answering. The split, divergent thinking, as if talking to another self, also refocused. With the reintegration of thinking, the faint phantom of the young boy Gao Chuan in his mind. It disappeared again. The gap between us has no shape anymore.

But, I know, it just looks complete. What has been changed is like splashed water. Will not be completely restored. At least, I can't make it back to its original state.

The exchange of information, self-thinking, and spiritual integration, from the perspective of these activities, the time spent is quite long. However. Compared to the outside world, it is an extremely small moment.

The solidified black and white world is gradually recovering its original color and its original scale of movement as I leave this abnormal state.

I turned my body in midair, shortly before the distance. The battle with the wizard of spades was already more than a hundred meters away. The expanding fire cloud created by the explosion had already stopped at the limit. Only the scorching breath left, accompanied by the aftermath of the impact, far away from my sides.

Call——

The wind screamed loudly, and the gray mist in the air circulated heavily.

From participating in the battle. By the end of the battle, I played against the wizard of spades, but only a few times. As far as the original goal is concerned, I did get what I wanted. My mind once again concentrated, and my thinking was running under control, but the process was completely different from what I thought.

This frightening battle has made my alienation even more profound.

I think about it. It seemed to be my own thinking, and it was like the speech of the young Gao Chuan Phantom-I watched your death.

This time, "death" is no longer my premonition, but turned into actual words, echoing in my mind.

"Death. Is it one step closer?" I said to myself. The body instinctively turned his body sideways, raising his arms to block several invisible attacks.

Judging from the feeling from the arm, it was probably a weapon like a knife, and even some offensive gray fog spells were thrown in an unobservable form. The continuity of the consciousness spell of the wizard of spades is really amazing, the active consciousness is blinded, and only the body instinct can react in time.

And this instinct has exceeded the intensity of the past, so I have to think that the meeting with the young Gaochuan Phantom has activated more battle information from him. However, it is just battle information. I still don't know anything about his past. His information has been sealed, and I can only guess from the side from the clues that appear from time to time.

Even just fighting instinct is enough to make me stand in a stalemate with her when I can't grasp the trace of the wizard of spades. No need to think, no need to judge, no need to pay attention to everything observed by the eyes and linkage judgment. Regardless of whether those are true or false, just treat them as false. The body will act naturally, and it is extremely accurate.

Intense and intensive battles are repeated continuously. Except for the consciousness spells, the gray mist spells used by the spades wizards are not much different from ordinary formal wizards. This also proves that "consciousness spells are her The conjecture of the inherent magic of being an elite wizard. The consciousness spell, facing the mystery that I possess, cannot achieve the attack effect, it can only be regarded as an auxiliary spell that is difficult to crack. The attack that the wizard of spades relies on, in addition to the normal gray fog spells, is that solid and powerful body and fighting skills. Judging from the feelings of several contacts, her offensive gray fog spells all appear extremely fragile under my arm blades, whether they radiate like bullets, be flexible and insidious like snakes, or change into weapons and Armor, as long as it is hit by me, it will break down directly. On the contrary, when she strengthened her body through the gray mist spell and hit it directly with a fist, it was a threat.

At first, I was still under the wind and was hit several times. If under normal circumstances, I must have a blue nose and swollen face and bleeding from seven holes, but it is probably because of the state of consciousness that this kind of external injury did not appear. However, the damage suffered when being hit is still real. After several fists, I got used to letting my body's instincts go, and then I gradually regained my advantage. In the end, I was swiftly rushing, in the seemingly empty place, repeatedly in disguise several times, the sharply waving the blade of the arm, there was a sense of splitting.

There is blood, seeping out of the air.

Immediately afterwards, the wizard of spades on the other side disappeared. The real body appeared before my eyes from the bleeding air. She glanced at her arm, and a wound was clearly there. Although it was not deeply visible, it was still dripping with blood.

The state of consciousness, this obvious injury, in various senses. The consequences are more serious than normal physical injuries.

Actually, there is no absolute distinction between consciousness and body in this doomsday illusion.

After all, from a "reality" perspective. The existence of the doomsday illusion is originally a product of consciousness.

The flesh of those of us in the normal environment of the doomsday illusion is just a kind of "relative" flesh that is meaningful only in the doomsday illusion. In the doomsday illusion, we enter the world of consciousness. Obviously it is a state of consciousness, but because of consciousness, it produces a body that looks like a physical body—in psychology, it is actually a manifestation of an individual's self-restraint.

In any case, as humans, we all need a "body" as a container. For self-observation, this body must match our personality consciousness. Without this "container", it is easy to lose the "self" and the characteristics of the "individual", and the mismatch of the "container" will cause the variation of the "self" and the "individual characteristics".

Whether it is in the ideological world. Still in the doomsday illusion, or in the "reality", the correspondence and mutual influence of this "container" and "self-personality consciousness" are the same. The fate of losing the "container" is already very obvious in "reality" or in this ideological world-L, the source of light and heat, no matter which one, will definitely not be a person with individual characteristics Self-existence. The life form desired under normal circumstances.

Conversely, when the "container" is destroyed, whether the "container" is the physical body of the "reality" or the body of the normal world in the doomsday illusion. Or it is the conscious world that is constructed by the subconscious. The form of human beings will make people feel a threat to survival instinct. The more serious the injury, the greater the sense of threat, and the form that is directly condensed by consciousness is hurt. This threat is more "reality" and more The feeling in the "Normal World of Doomsday Fantasy" is magnified exponentially.

The physical trauma in "reality" will be fed back into the consciousness-mapping body of the apocalyptic fantasy. If the consciousness in the apocalyptic fantasy is diving into the conscious world, then it will also be fed back into the form of the conscious world. The reverse is also true, the impact is progressive layer by layer.

Although the body in the doomsday illusion is a mapping of consciousness, and the shape in the ideological world in the doomsday illusion is also a consciousness shaping, but the concept and cognition cause the two to interfere with the essence of "consciousness". The above, and the degree of directness, are different.

Although, the operation of the entire doomsday illusion is built on the consciousness of patients with doomsday syndrome, and there is no need to distinguish between the conscious and the subconscious. But here, the body in the doomsday illusion can be regarded as the consciousness of some surface layer, and the consciousness involved in entering the world of consciousness is the consciousness of the deeper layer. Just like the description of "the boundary line is very close to the existence of the collective subconscious", any ideological world that you enter in the doomsday illusion is this kind of ideology that is deeper than normal.

The deeper the consciousness, the greater the impact will be when it is hurt and fed back to the more superficial consciousness.

As a senior consciousness walker, the wizard of spades can't help but know this. Her figure here, her arm was cut and bleeding heavily, although there was only this wound, her arm was not broken, to "consciousness." In other words, it is also a very serious trauma. What's more, she and I were aware at this moment that even if my consciousness was attacked, there would be no superficial injuries, and she wanted to "erased" this bleeding and injured state, but she couldn't do it anyway. arrive.

It can make the wound disappear, but cannot make the wound disappear. In the state of consciousness, it also represents a different meaning.

This is a kind of gap.

I lack experience and ability in consciousness walking, but it seems that in terms of "talent", I am better than the wizard of spades.

The wizard of spades frowned, and the mask pressed close to his skin, showing this action meticulously. When she turned her gaze back to me, an even more violent, aggressive, and violent aura spewed from the pores all over her body, so violently that even the surrounding gray mist was also torrentially surging. .

At this moment~IndoMTL.com~ a figure suddenly appeared behind her, quietly reaching out to the back of her neck. The guy who sneaked up was not slow, of course, it was quite slow to me, but it was not until he was about to touch the neck of the wizard of spades that the wizard of spades suddenly reacted. It was too late to release the Grey Mist spell. She was short and counterattacked with physical skills, but it was just a guise, and she moved away from the place ten meters away.

At this time, the figure of the sneak attack finally became clear in the eyes of me and the wizard of spades. He maintained the posture of reaching out, as if pushing a door open, and stepped out of the dimness.

"You—what kind of guy?" The wizard of spades asked again, in a verbal manner.

"Long Aotian." The visitor replied without changing his face, his body fluctuated slightly, as if it was impacted by some force, and there was a wave of ripples.

I think it was caused when he blocked the consciousness spell of the wizard of spades.

"It's useless. If, your ability, only this is the case." Long Aotian stared at the wizard of spades and said. (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.)