Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 784: The story of the boundary line

I used the kerosene lamp to record the most memorable experience of my two lives. As a top student, I have a good memory, but I can’t do everything. However, even if it’s a flash of inspiration, I will also use a pen to record the most inconspicuous fragments of my past that came out of my mind. I have not forgotten the decision that I made to compile an adventure story based on my own experience during the crisis-ridden days when I first ventured with Fu Jiang. When I was alive, I always spared some free time to do this, and now I will stick to it. Now, I am with Fu Jiang again. The place where we are is also the same as the place when we first met. There are weird crises everywhere. Let’s say that our situation is more dangerous than before, and we have to face it. The difficulty of understanding is also clearer than in the past, but it is this feeling of turning around and returning to the original point, which makes me not uncomfortable.

How long has it been since Fu Jiang and I killed Luan Zhong and the wizards in the boundary line? I don't have a clear concept. Time has no clear scale in this ideological world, and there is no way to compare it with time in the normal world. Everything in the boundary line has been changing all the time. Among these changes are subtle and imperceptible, such as changes in urban architecture, but also obvious enough to be deeply felt, such as climate changes. The scenery in the boundary line is the city scenery in the normal world where Gaochuan is currently located. If Gaochuan leaves this place and arrives in a new city, whether the current scenery will change further is still unknown, but the time of verification must not be distant.

Speaking of the scenery in the boundary line, let’s talk about it in more detail, because. Everything here may be just a nightmare for others, but for Fu Jiang and I, it is a fact that must be accepted and faced.

The urban landscape of the boundary line has expanded to one-third of the actual city area. In the first period of time, it expanded quite quickly. Especially after fighting with Luan Zhong and others. After that, the speed of expansion slowed down significantly. For the current area, I used the Quick Sweep Super to reach the other end in only five minutes. Of course, I could be faster, but the faster speed is temporarily meaningless. Because. For speed-sweeping superpower, speed is just a relative concept.

I went to the edge of the boundary line, no, to be precise, it should be the edge of the city scenery in the boundary line, because in theory, whether there is a clear view or not. The boundary line has no scope limit, it is an ideological world based on the collective subconscious. It is the place closest to the deepest part of the collective subconscious. I heard that the "deepest place" is described as an ocean, but this concept, even if it is described so superficially and vividly, is hard for me to imagine.

So far, I think I can truly recognize the deepest existence of this "collective subconscious" or "collective unconscious". I'm afraid there is only the creator of this boundary line.

However, based on this concept, in theory, if the power that supports the existence of this world is strong enough, the boundary line can extend to any place that humans can "recognize". It is possible to collect all the landscapes that humans can recognize-but although "all humans" are used here to describe it, to be precise, it is only relative "all". The "all people" in the doomsday illusion are nothing more than the constantly splitting personality consciousness of patients with doomsday syndrome. From the perspective of "reality", unless everyone in reality is infected with doomsday syndrome, it is difficult to be called in an absolute sense. "all".

Because the reality level situation and the situation of the doomsday illusion are too different in the concept of "quantity", so for the time being, let go of the "reality" and reduce the scope to the "apocalyptic illusion" or even " Realm line".

As I said before, the landscape of the boundary line is changing. This is not only because of the changing characteristics of consciousness, but also because of these days, the consciousness of people has been continuously drawn into this world. For these entrants, it is obviously not a good experience. The world is so dark, changeable and dangerous, full of weird decorations "nightmares" everywhere. In my understanding, the reason why something warm has never appeared in the boundary line is precisely because it is too picky to absorb the negative consciousness of the entrants. These consciousnesses are originally the imagery scenery of things that make people feel pain, fear, and despair. After being absorbed by the boundary line, the landscape of the boundary line increasingly tends to "negative" changes.

The shape of the building has gradually become weird and gloomy, and the internal structure has also been distorted. The streets and alleys are woven into a maze, and the jagged, seemingly meaningless, and full of impressions and ideas will appear when you look away. , Suddenly appeared in the place where there was nothing. But when you see them, you will feel more and more surrounded by some kind of "unknown". The weather is always hazy, the day will never come, there is no cloud, and it is impossible to even think that it is a meaningful "sky", just a vast and incomparable darkness.

The normal season also becomes meaningless. When one area is still cloudy and another area is raining, the rain will disappear in the next second, and then snow will fall in another area. Such a changeable climate, but always maintain a constant temperature perception, at least, I have never felt hot or cold, no matter how much clothes I wear, or no clothes, it is the same, only that kind of story describes the ghost house The "cold" of the time. If placed in a normal world, people living in such an environment not only need to bear huge psychological pressure, but also the body and physiology will have malignant changes.

Just as when I first saw the first "outsiders" who were drawn to the border of the country, there were "monsters" that could be observed. With the increase of entrants, the types and numbers of these monsters are also increasing. . Some of them are full of active aggressiveness, and some are just peeping at you, no one knows what kind of attack it will make when and where. At first, Fu Jiang and I were interested in categorizing them one by one, but we quickly gave up, because this is also meaningless. Some monsters can maintain their shape and abilities, but there are also monsters that don’t have a real story at all. Body and ability. Too many monsters are born in places we can't observe, too many monsters. They cannot be marked by their appearance and capabilities. I deeply realize that I am living in a "nightmare".

Here, Fu Jiang and I will not be hungry, our strength is enough to guarantee our own safety, though. The harassment of monsters is always troublesome. It is impossible for us to kill all monsters, so we opened up this basement as our place to live.

We have been to the edge of the city landscape, and we have seen the endless gray fog, yellow sea water and blood-colored waterfalls, as well as the mirage that is reflected in the sky because it changes too quickly and appears blurred. Since they exist, since they exist in this place in this way, they must represent some meaning. However, neither I nor Fu Jiang can truly analyze these meanings. I would guess and infer, but the final result is one-sided and insignificant even to me.

The scenery of this city is so big that although I can reach anywhere in the shortest time, I can't put the entire city scenery under surveillance. There are always some "nightmare" people here. And Fu Jiang and I didn't notice it at all. If by chance, when Fu Jiang and I were out. When we meet them, we will try our best to provide them with asylum, provided that they will not want to make some wrong behaviors just because they think they are having nightmares. And how many people did not meet Fu Jiang and me, and how they will end up in the end, are not known to me and Fu Jiang.

We live in the boundary line. It only exists in the boundary line.

Some people will only show up here once, and some will show up repeatedly. Some repeaters will always want to get rid of this nightmare, while some repeaters will slowly become interested in the world after the initial panic and fear. After all, the scenery in the boundary line cannot be found in the normal world, and it is even hard to compare with the works of imagination, because such scenery does not originate from the imagination of a single individual, but is the addition and multiplication of plural consciousness. I can understand the thoughts of these people, no matter what kind of people they are, I can also understand their actions, no matter whether they are in good faith or malicious.

I have never asked these people what the outside world has become, although I can do this and I will definitely get the exact information. I observe them, and they are also observing me and Fu Jiang. They think that Fu Jiang and I are humans just like them. They are seniors with rich experience in how to survive in this world. The power that Fu Jiang and I embody, It was also made in this world. Therefore, the bold people ignored my dissuasion and took more radical actions. Of course, I would not deliberately stop them, just as I have always held the concept of "everyone must be responsible for their actions", I will not hinder them Tasting the fruits that you have brewed, whether it is bitter or at the same time, is painful.

The people I came into contact with who were drawn into this "nightmare", excluding the group of Luan Zhong, were ordinary people who had never known the "mystery" before this, and were merely interesting stories. They simply don't have enough power to face the weirdness that comes at any time, unless they take actions extremely conservatively, the best case is that they can persist until they can wake up from this "nightmare".

There are also some people who realize how dangerous their situation is and release the kindness to ensure that they can survive. Fu Jiang and I welcome these people and treat them as friends from afar. The basement opened by Fu Jiang and I only needed to meet our own needs at first, but after these people arrived, we opened up some guest rooms. Of course, when doing this kind of thing, some weird attention will be drawn from time to time, but, as I said before, the strength of me and Fu Jiang is enough to solve these weirdness and maintain the temporary peace of this place.

There is also a small group of people who seem to like this place, and they often see them come here as guests and become permanent residents in this underground shelter. However, judging by their appearance and character, they are all underage girls. There are elementary school students, junior high school students, and girls who have just entered high school. Among them, only two have cheerful temperaments, while others have some unhappy pasts. For these people, it seems that this place is not only a shelter to protect them from weird intrusion, but also a shelter to avoid the pain and troubles in the normal world.

Fu Jiang and I did not reject them because they said they had nowhere to go. However, I know that this is definitely not their best choice when there is nowhere. In this case. I only told them once, but they did not accept it. In the end, I did not and will not reject them.

The sanctuary is always full of light, but it's not as bright as the light from candles and kerosene lamps. Always full of melancholy yellowishness. There is no point in the boundary line. In the urban landscape, many street lights and shops are lit, but when you actually check it, you will find that although they appear to be driven by electricity, they are not at all. So one thing, the light bulb is on. The reason for flickering is just that they are such a concept.

I record my memories, modify them, and hide them in the story. The name of the story is "When the Crows Cry". I thought for a long time before I found this metaphorical name. It is composed of one story after another, which are connected with each other by clues. Form a grand outline of the world view. Whenever I write a draft, I will read it to Fu Jiang. And the people who came to this shelter listened, some of them liked it, some did not like it, but in any case, read the stories they wrote to others. It is always a meaningful thing. In the process, I gradually felt that I was actually quite talented in writing stories, although some people did not agree with it.

And I must admit. In such a gloomy environment, listening to stories with weird plots and dark endings is not an interesting way to pass the time. However, I have been insisting that if there is someone who does not like to hear this story, I will tell her that this is what you have to pay for staying in this shelter.

At the same time, I will also listen to the stories told by these girls with their own stories, based on their own experiences or stories told by hearsay. This is our most entertaining activity in this world without much entertainment. We were reunited by the dim light, sitting around a round table, and by drawing lots, we decided the order in which each person told the story. At this time, Fu Jiang sometimes changes back to Zhen Jiang, and Zhen Jiang's attitude and aura that are completely different from Fu Jiang always make the atmosphere of this story even more exciting. Although the tenants did not pursue this weird feeling, the strange and strong breath that Mae exudes always made them look at him.

Occasionally, Zhenjiang will become Zuojiang again, bringing us tea and snacks. At this time, she is always the most popular one.

Because of this kind of time, I don't feel how difficult it is to live in this realm. My initial feelings were gradually wiped out in such a time, and my heart finally returned to peace.

Someone keeps coming, somebody keeps leaving, somebody keeps dying, somebody keeps getting redemption. The changing scenery seemed to outline their painful memories. Fu Jiang and I observed this anomaly, but it was not everything anomalous in an absolute sense. Then, turn it into the material of my story.

Now, I should stop writing. I stopped writing and got up from the table, the dim light shaking on the ink. I closed the book, walked out of the bedroom I shared with Fu Jiang, and entered the living room where everyone was meeting. The layout of Zuojiang is like the old English castle in the old century, but in the fireplace, there is no fire, only the candlestick swaying the shadows of everyone. All the furnishings were brought back by Fu Jiang and I from the store outside, or we made them by ourselves. At this moment, there are no new arrivals, resident guests, and only one-third of them are still here. Those who are absent, it is not that they have completely left this boundary line, but at this time, they did not do this. "Nightmare" only.

They seem to wish to have this "nightmare", but the realm line will not exert their power in order to realize their expectations.

But ~IndoMTL.com~ Most of the time, they can always enter the world when they want to come. And this also made me realize that there must be some anomalies in them.

They looked at me, adjusted their seats habitually, and gathered around the round table. Zuo Jiang filled us with black tea and sat quietly in her place. Then, she turned into Zhenjiang. She raised her head, her dark long black hair covering half of her face, flowing with a gloomy and gorgeous luster in the candlelight. The girls felt it as always, the pin-felt breath emanating from her, but no one left because of the fear in their hearts. This is the price they have to pay for staying here. They know this, recognize it, and decide to bear the price. Several girls took out the same book, which must be full of stories they had prepared in advance.

Mae used erratic movements to put the prepared label into the bamboo tube and place it in the center of the table.

I sat down next to Zhenjiang, smiled and said to everyone: So, let's start, our story will be.

All the people present stretched out their hands and drew out their own lottery. Maybe it's a good number, maybe it's a bad number, maybe it's not satisfactory, maybe it's fulfilling their wish. However, this is their life in this realm. (To be continued...)