Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 833: Linkage

In the room, members of the mysterious organizations stationed in the mansion gathered together. Although the sun is shining outside the house, the curtains are drawn in the room, and there is a haze that fills it, as if even through the curtains. The light is not normal. The fire escape didn't seem to notice the situation here, but the aura that ignited his determination and burned could not even be blocked by the soundproof walls. Through the perception of this momentum and the intelligence in their respective hands, the people in the room somewhat inferred the test the cyberball is facing at this time. Although the intelligence about the *** did not leak out, the sudden death of one of them, a veteran consciousness walker, is an extremely abnormal situation no matter how you look at it, plus the re-emergence of the torch, the top mysterious organization in the Americas. The information of the light reveals the damp smell of wind and rain everywhere.

Although everyone intends to do something, not only to fight for more benefits for their own organization, but also to preserve themselves in this environment full of death, but in the end the final voice is It is to tell everyone that no matter what you and others do, it will not have much effect. The lack of intelligence is only one of the reasons, and the declining situation is another reason, but the most important reason is that I do not have enough strength and courage to face the pressure of cyberball and the light of torch at the same time, and even the pressure of national confrontation. .

For the general mystery organization, once a position is selected, it is difficult to get rid of the influence of the position. This is not just a question of credit and friendship. If you want to change your position, even if you can predict the benefits that can be obtained in the future, you will have to withstand the assault before then. What's more, the current situation is not very clear. It is simply not enough to take such drastic actions.

Although everyone here understands this subconsciously, it is still frustrating to be spoken out.

"Can't you do anything?" The voice felt questioning, though. More is just an emotional vent.

"Yes, there is no way to do things anyway. You don't need to waste your energy to do it." The respondent's voice was still calm, "The murderer did not kill, obviously there are scruples and ability defects. Later, he will kill. The probability is very low. A conservative estimate. It should kill one person a day. There are hundreds of people here. Are you sure you will have a 1% chance? At least, I don’t believe that I am so unlucky. Moreover. Considering that the murderer did not kill people indiscriminately, then you can determine the probability that you will be targeted by asking yourself. This matter does not depend on how the murderer kills, who will kill, the problem is. After the death, the Internet What is the attitude of the ball."

"I also agree with this statement." Another said, "As long as the cyberball always shows sincerity, there is no problem."

"Sincere? It's a perfunctory statement." Someone chuckled a few times. "Anyway, I don't have enough practical benefits and it won't last."

"Let’s lead to this today. Everyone has their own ideas on how to deal with the current changes. We are gathered here. We are not arguing about which idea is correct, but just exchanging information." This After the words rang, the room was completely silent, not because people stopped communicating, but because. All people have already left. No matter the beginning or the end, it is like the wind.

They are not worried about the cyberball knowing the conversation in this room. After all, even though they consider the monitoring methods that the cyberball deployed in this mansion, they still believe that their multiple arrangements can avoid such monitoring. At least the specific content will not be detected. What's more, there was no substantive decision in this conversation. As the last person said, it was merely an exchange of information and a test of attitudes between each other. It is not the style of cyberball at all to determine the enemy and us by just using a secret conversation.

The relationship between these mysterious organizations and the cyberball, even at the level of allies, has different fetters. Regarding the strength of this fetter, no matter who has a clear judgment in his mind.

The fire escaped and returned to his room. The wheelchair man was staying by the window. The expression on his face was as gentle and soft as the sun at this time. It made people feel whether he hadn't been in this wind so peacefully for a long time. In the days of peaceful beauty.

"How?" The wheelchair man with his eyes closed seemed to be asleep, but when he escaped and opened the door, he asked immediately.

"Not very good." Sai Huo said, "but you can make up your mind."

"Q helped you make up your mind?" The wheelchair man shook his wheelchair and turned around. "Is there no good news on his side?"

"There is more than no good news." The fire escape said in a deep voice, "It's like a wave of bad news." Although he described his situation as extremely bad, his expression was a bit nervous. No. The determination and momentum that pervaded him was enough to make everyone around him feel calm. For wheelchair users, Mischief is indeed a backstop in terms of debut time, but Mischief's own ability is the most trustworthy in cyber games.

"Anyway, just do what you want." The wheelchair man smiled and said, "No matter how bad the situation is now, it's not as severe as it used to be, isn't it?"

"The torchlight has arrived in London. Rather than waiting for them to come, I plan to bring the whisperer to visit them first." Fire escape nodded, and said, "Just keep waiting, take advantage of this time. Take a break, the consciousness-walkers of Torchlight should not act openly, so—"

"The most direct enemies are the holders of the ** and the two who were on the night of Valpus." The wheelchair man understood the idea of ​​the fire escape. "They are indeed tricky, but they must be within seven days. It is not so easy to break through my blockade." The gentle wind blew across the window lattice, blowing up his pale, already completely tarnished hair, like ashes. He knows what effort and price he has put in to complete this job. This is why he has such strong self-confidence.

The prophet’s prophecy seems to imply that monsters beyond imagination are about to come, but--

Even if it is a real monster, don't want to erode my world easily. The wheelchair man looked at the sky, the blood that had been silent for a long time. Gradually it started to boil.

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"A monster?" Mae's words came into my ears in a rare and understandable self-talk. I almost doubted whether I had heard it wrong, and turned my head abruptly, only to see her still holding her knees in an abandoned posture. Sitting in the shadow of the ruins. As always, the shadows around her always appear deeper, and the low laughter coming from her always makes people feel a kind of neurotic uncertainty.

"Ajiang?" I thought about it, and asked: "What did you just say? Monster?"

"No. It's just that there is a feeling." Mae raised her head and stared at me. Her black eyes seemed to swallow people up, and her words were rarely normal. But it was just such a few sentences. The following words began to become messy again, like reminiscing about the past, and like retelling another life that never existed between me and her. I could understand all the words. But after composing the sentence, you must make careful and repeated guesses to guess what she is saying, not to mention that these words are mixed with languages ​​that don't seem to be on this planet. The time spent by her side, including before and now, is not a long time, but I can always feel the time we spent together. Longer than this actual time, this should be the emotion accumulated by Gao Chuan in the past, and it is not just for the current Zhenjiang.

Even with the feeling that this habit has become natural, I still find it difficult for me to understand Zhen Jiang and how Zhen Jiang treats me. I can only be sure that she loves me very much, as if I love her so much, but in her eyes, in her cognition, what kind of image am I? I can't be sure. In her self-talk, the occasionally audible fragments seem to tell a certain fragment of our lives together, but in my memory, these fragments have never happened. And in the fragments of her life in which she talked to herself, I also played different roles over and over again. There are lovers, brothers, husbands, children, and even more messy roles. The feeling is that Said that makes people feel a strong breath of absurdity.

For many times, I couldn’t understand how her brain turned, and she could only treat it as a severely mentally ill patient, and she was also a very dangerous and extremely aggressive mentally ill patient. This kind of unusual aggressiveness is not only reflected in others, even I myself often feel cold and pinched, as if I will be eaten by her at any time. And I can only use it, Zhen Jiang is also "Jiang

, and "Jiang" is an interpretation of "virus" to soothe this abnormal feeling.

Furthermore, if you are already timid just facing "Jiang", then when facing a truly super-aggressive and corrosive "virus", it seems to be able to rise up confidence in confrontation?

I walked over to Mae and sat down next to her shoulders. I thought that by doing so, she could slightly weaken her sense of isolation in this state, even if it was just an illusion. I'm right by her side, hugging her, this is true anyway.

The night of Valpus has completely calmed down. The black giant has disappeared, leaving only the ruins of the city. It has not been completely repaired, and there is no news of the magical girl hiding in this Valpus. In the night of Si, all the consciousness walkers except us have all temporarily disappeared. However, since Zhenjiang and I are still staying in this place, there must be others who are also waiting for an opportunity to change this calm. However, they may be able to return to the normal world to promote this opportunity, but I can only wait quietly and passively.

Silence is a habit for me. But passive waiting is not my style. Can't take the initiative to create opportunities, but can only wait for them to come, even for those who are used to waiting, it should not be an interesting experience.

I want to do something, but the truth is cruel. I can't do anything except in the conscious world. If I want to do something, I have to find a way to make things happen in a conscious state, or...in the normal world, regain a body.

"But, isn't it me who can do this kind of thing?" I said to myself, only "Jiang" is the one who really has this kind of power, so in the end, she has to decide. Row. My plan can only rely on her plan, just like vines entwining a big tree. This is an experience I have never tried before, but even if I don’t like it, I still think it’s in the current situation. This is the best choice I can do.

Patience, patience, patience.

Wait, wait, wait.

Silence, silence. silence.

Just like when the playmates in childhood gave up the unbridled joy of childhood, and tried to quickly become "adults", and because of the loss of companions, he suppressed the hero's fantasy, and chose and accepted to become a "top student" "That kind of realistic life. My world seems to go around in a circle. Back to the original choice. Today I am no longer a hero, not an omnipotent honor student, but a ghost who has temporarily lost the scope of activity. However, even if it is just a ghost, the illusion of becoming a hero has not been shattered. It's just that you must choose again and choose something more realistic. Until, the opportunity comes...

My choice has not changed.

I also always believe that even if my choice is not completely correct, it must not be wrong, and it must have the fullest meaning for me.

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"A Chuan?" A clear voice came from the ear of the protagonist Gao Chuan, and he seemed to wake up suddenly. He feels abnormal about his state. There was a blank period of time before, which seemed very long, but after seeing the time, I realized that it was not more than a minute, and it was only in the eyes of Sakiya and Gregya. It seems a little absent-minded--only Yi Tang Gao Chuan knows that his situation is not something that "absent-minded" can easily describe. It has been a long time since I lost consciousness, especially after the consciousness is split, the dream is unable to dream, and the sensibility is restored. This kind of situation where you have fallen into the self-world without realizing it has rarely occurred, especially this time the self-world is completely a kind of Blankness is like a short-lived daydream of nothing, nothing can be recalled.

"What did you just say?" Gao Chuan gently rubbed his temples. Without thinking about it, he could make a judgment that "it must be what happened in the conscious world". However, the tricky thing is, You can't actively intervene in the world that you can't access for the time being. The initiative is not on one's side, but on the "Jiang" or "virus" side that caused this situation. Even if you can understand the choice of the young boy Gao Chuan, he can also understand the boy Gao Chuan's professed odds of winning. However, what we have to face over there is an unpredictable monster. It is impossible to make any inferences about what will happen.

A choice that may be better or worse, is like standing on the edge of a cliff. From a perceptual point of view, Gao Chuan admires the young boy who can make this choice. Because that is not to act hastily without understanding the situation, but to understand the risks and still fight.

However, because of this, the initiative of action should not be in the young Gaochuan's. If the initiative is in his hands, the other party should be able to choose a more secure way.

The body Gao Chuan knows very well that he and the young Gao Chuan occupy the rights of activity in the normal world and the ideological world respectively. It seems that the action efficiency is greater and there are corresponding benefits, but in fact, it is only restricted by the change of direction. The scope of activities. This kind of restriction is like a shackle, even if people want to let go of their hands and feet, there is not enough space to let go of their hands and feet.

And every change from the state of mind is still in this limited space, and continues to form new shackles on oneself.

Yoshitaka Takakawa's demeanor is not very good, and before this short time, his condition is still very good, this kind of diametrically opposite and violent and rapid changes made Sakiya and Gregya worried. Especially after the body Takakawa disclosed his ideological information, Sakiya was even more worried about whether the body Takakawa has been under the influence that others cannot see. The strength of power, the strength of action, and the highness of emotions cannot be concealed for a long time. The possible side effects of changes in consciousness.

"Agawa, do you want to take a break?" Sakuya suddenly felt helpless. In many cases, she felt that she could assist and help the prosthetic Takakawa. However, in the face of the current situation of the prosthetic Takakawa, she I realized that I really didn't have the ability to help each other. He is not a conscious walker. Even if Gao Chuan elaborates on the situation, that is an area he cannot touch.

However, it doesn't matter if Achuan is in a bad state. As long as Achuan's decision and everything that Achuan wants to protect, as long as it is not in the ideological world, nothing can stop me from realizing it for him. Sakuya supported the physique Takakawa, and said to herself in her heart.

"Why did it suddenly become weak and windy?" Gregya looked at the two hesitantly and couldn't help but ask.

"Don’t worry, I don’t have the attributes of sickness~IndoMTL.com~The prosthetic body Gao Chuan straightened up, his discomfort is not painful, but more inclined to distress. This is a feeling that can only be experienced after regaining sensibility. For a while, he was a little uncomfortable. He thought, he didn't push Sakiya away, and forcibly said that his condition had completely improved.

Gregya took a closer look at the prosthetic Gao Chuan, and made sure that he did not see any discomfort on his face anymore, and then jokingly said: "Looking at the way you are now, I really think it is Gao Chuan what you used An amazing ability to kill the consciousness-walker under people's eyelids."

"I don't have a reason to do that." Yitai Gaochuan said solemnly: "Kill him with his own hands and leave evidence of his own murder? I don't like to show off that much."

"Isn't there always such a saying in reasoning stories?" Gregya said: "A clever murderer will deliberately create a suspicion in order to remove the suspicion for himself. This is a very clever method of reverse thinking. ."

Yi Tie Gao Chuan reviewed Gregya from head to toe and said: "You can score the two-dimensional and three-dimensional." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.

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