Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 857: The bottom line of dream two

I already know very well what I should do at this time, not to fight or argue with anyone, but to "make sure that Jiang is under his own observation." This situation is very similar to the "observer effect" in quantum mechanics. I sometimes feel that, in fact, the existence of "Jiang" is to observe the results of "virus" from the perspective of "I". If I no longer observe from the perspective of the "same self", the "Jiang" may disappear. So, does "Jiang" actually exist? Perhaps, for me, it is an inevitable existence, but for others, it is just a "virus" phantom.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I can further understand what kind of image "Jiang" is in my eyes.

But, because of this, there is a thought that must be stronger to exist, which takes root deeply in my mind.

It does not have to be "to be alive" in a conventional and narrow sense, but to "to be alive" in a broader sense.

Because, if "I" disappears, will "Jiang" disappear? Zhenjiang, Fujiang, Zuojiang, Youjiang... will all disappear? Only "virus" left?

I don't want it, her or them to disappear.

I hope that in my story, no matter how much pain I have experienced, I can finally reap a happy ending.

I hope that Takakawa, Mae, Sakuya, Shiseki, Dorothy, Bajing, Marceau, everyone will return to that ideal life together.

I hope to be a hero for all of them. It's not just someone who has been sacrificed to save someone.

I have given up being a hero in the world, I have given up, being a hero of some other acquaintance, but this kind of giving up is not endless. In the end, only myself is left.

My dream has a clear bottom line.

I stared at this bottom line. Pray in my heart, and then struggle desperately.

I walked in the direction Mae was heading, and in my field of vision, there was no other but her. In this monotonous and lonely night of Valpus, there is no beacon.

I don't know how long I have been walking, holding my hand. Mae stopped, her head hanging slightly up. Following the direction of her gaze, I saw a figure that looked like a phantom. He was a man, but he couldn't see the specific appearance, his body was transparent, and the outline of the ruins behind him could be vaguely seen. The chain judgment cannot lock his existence, this is an immaterial, nor is it a phantom in this Valpus night, like a mirage that has traveled through time and space.

This man who can't see his appearance seems to be looking at me and Mae, but it makes people feel a little reluctant. The sight of this Valpus night is like a thick layer of frosted glass. The feeling when it falls on the body is not so clear. However, no matter how vague his phantom is, being able to reach the night of Valpus in this way is enough to prove that he must be a senior and powerful consciousness walker. Perhaps, in this way, he has been lurking in this Valpus night so that the network ball can't catch his heel.

Why does he appear here? The reason why Mae went here. Is it related to him? These thoughts flashed through my mind. Zhenjiang did not let go of my hand. There was a kind of breath in the air that did not need to be stated, it was difficult to describe in detail, but was very clear. This kind of breath prevented me from launching an attack at the first time, even though. I can feel that this man standing here is holding a certain degree of hostility, and he regards me. No, it should be said that he regards Zhenjiang as an enemy.

This guy doesn't seem to be ignorant of Mae.

Whether he simply regards Zhenjiang as another powerful conscious walker hidden in the night of Valpus, or wondering why there is such a conscious walker like Zhenjiang, his own background is worthwhile It is thought-provoking. Maybe--

In that instant, I had some wonderful ideas, but, at least for now, there is no clue to the correctness of this idea. I do not speak out, nor do I intend to let this idea continue to ferment in its direction. There are still too many uncertain factors. Gathering clues based on guessed answers can easily lead to deviations. I have always believed in this, instead of handling situations based on unfounded guesses.

He opened his mouth and couldn't hear what he said, but he could feel what he felt when he spoke. In Zhenjiang's side, this emotional characteristic is always more obvious than usual. Especially fear.

Yes, I can be sure, he is scared. Whether he is waiting and looking for Zhenjiang can not be judged from the details of the expression and movement of this phantom, but when he and Zhenjiang look at each other, he is indeed in fear.

At this time, Zhenjiang did not release the sense of oppression that seemed to swallow everything. In my opinion, he was just an ordinary mental patient. She is abnormal most of the time. Sometimes when she is normal, she must deal with certain things. My knowledge of Zhenjiang made me see that Zhenjiang had already planned to do something with this man's phantom—no, maybe, it was planned to do something long ago, and it was not just against the phantom.

The relatively silent atmosphere lasted for about ten seconds, and Mae's body shape and temperament suddenly changed, giving the impression that it was like inflating a balloon and suddenly inflating. This change is a sign of a transformation of personality, but it is not becoming Fu Jiang. When Fu Jiang's personality appears, this kind of expansion is more intense and hot, just like a gunpowder explosion. I don't just use my eyes, but I use my whole body to feel the changes in her body. The process of transformation is fast and unstable. It makes people feel that this process is only a thin line away from the fracture and collapse. In the past, in the normal world, there was almost no such clear feeling, but in the conscious world, it seems that the acuity of the sense will be particularly magnified, allowing me to clearly capture this unstable process.

I think this feeling actually reflects the instability of "Jiang"'s personality structure.

Mae disappeared, what came out was—?

It feels very familiar.

Long hair has been reduced, and her figure has become taller and richer. Unlike Fu Jiang's figure full of explosive visual senses, she is like a sponge, as if she can absorb all impacts. This is not just a feeling of appearance, but also a temperament that radiates from the depth of personality. When there is no wind, the refreshing short hair is gently stroked. It has a sassy style that is completely different from that of Fu Jiang, and what is more different is the temperament of stability and elegance. Contrary to the energetic athletic beauty. She is more like an optimistic, well-versed, and virtuous woman.

This "Jiang" seems to have its own background, singing in the bottom of my heart.

"The first word is dream,

From a deep sleep,

Bring out my inner secrets quietly.

The second word is wind.

Let me swing my wings and fly to the arms of God,

Counting the sad past that has passed away,

One of the golden apples fell off.

The third word is hope,

I woke up in the cold night,

Does anyone remember my name?

Who is waiting when and where?

Until the body rots. The distant future..."

Unknown songs, but with peace and warmth that penetrates the heart.

As if returning to my mother’s womb and being wrapped peacefully, I called her name: "Zuojiang."

"Long time no see, Achuan." Her gentle voice was full of the smell of a big sister. Her posture can completely satisfy all children's illusions about their ideal sister-I have always thought so stubbornly. If we say that Zhenjiang is full of black charm because of full of mental defects, Fujiang is trusted as the sun because of his passionate personality, so although Zuojiang cannot be said to be perfect, it seems to be from all the good things I have for women. Existence coming out of fantasy.

I still remember that when I saw her for the first time, her voice and smile had overlapped perfectly with a shadow in my heart that even I couldn't see clearly. She replaced that shadow with a smile that was warm enough to contain everything. More real than that shadow.

I didn't get along with Zuo Jiang for a long time, but when I saw her again, I didn't feel the emotion of not meeting again. I just felt that she was by my side, whether it was life or death. Never go far. Even if we can't meet in reality, our souls are nestled together. Everything she has, her voice, movements, smiles, smells and attitudes. It seemed to be a response to the call from deep in my heart.

Now, when I see her again, I have a deeper feeling for the thought that came up when I first met.

This is,

A dream born specifically for me.

I hope so,

A beautiful and never ending dream.

Because of my observations, "Jiang" appeared, because of my expectations, "Fu Jiang" appeared, and because of my fantasy, "Zuojiang" appeared-this statement may be full of idealism I am arrogant, but deep down in my heart, this thought did appear. What about me? As a personality tumor, is it because of "Jiang"'s hope that it can continue to exist? Or is it another me, the most real "Gao Chuan" at present, allowing me to exist in the mid-subconscious stage?

Is this kind of me, is Gao Chuan an indispensable posture deep in his heart?

The current me is not a separate existence from the other me on the surface.

Maybe...

I can’t help thinking, I don’t actually exist? The other me does not exist? It seems that I and him are two people, but there is no clear separation between them, and there is no need for any opportunity to achieve the result of "a high river". Simply because the so-called "we" does not exist at all, and neither does "me and him".

Gao Chuan, there is only one from beginning to end, even now there is no change?

It’s just—the superficial thoughts that Gao Chuan had to change in order to adapt to the environment, and some kind of unchanging expectations deep in his heart—both at the same time, because of the influence of the “virus”, A phenomenon projected in the doomsday illusion?

Just, the difference between "real self" and "dream self"?

"You look a little bit distressed, Achuan." When Zuo Jiang hugged me, I came back to my senses. Her soft **** were close to my face, I breathed her taste and felt her temperature, and suddenly felt that everything I had assumed before was actually not that important.

Even if it's just a dream, at least for now, I want to be immersed in this sweet and warm dream.

However, this fascinating warmth lasted less than three seconds and was interrupted by a scream. This scream didn't seem to come from a person's throat, it was more like some other life, and at the same time, it was definitely not a naturally occurring life, full of a strong sense of alienation.

This voice came from the phantom of that man. His figure seemed to be pierced by this scream, and there were waves of ripples, which seemed to collapse at any time. He stared at Zuo Jiang, unable to see the facial features, and gave people a feeling of horror even more than seeing Zhen Jiang.

He lifted his lips quickly, without a specific sound. But I seem to hear what he is saying. It is a feeling that only feeds back into my mind. It is not a language, but it can carry information: "You, what did you do? Impossible. How is this kind of thing possible? Can it be done? It is impossible for humans to understand all the information. Humans, scenes that can be clearly described, also have an absolute upper limit-100% completely in line with the real situation, which can be endlessly enumerated in virtual reality? This is simply not what humans can do. Humans can't support this degree of mystery! You...you..." He didn't make a sound, but he could feel that the information he released was shaking.

Shaking with fear.

"What are you?"

"I am Zuo Jiang." Zuo Jiang said.

The man’s phantom began to twist, and the figure’s body appeared to be cracked, with fine fragments, like dry and loose sand. Falling down a little bit. I understand, Zuo Jiang launched an attack on this man without noticing it. That scream was the result of the attack.

The invisible offense and defense were over in a few breaths.

In the ideological world, not all actions are taken. All are "visible".

Man, finally calmed down, perhaps because he did not come to the end. The way he appeared. It was full of strong insurance flavor.

"What is this mystery?" Before the figure collapsed completely, he asked, "This is definitely not a normal illusion of consciousness."

"Speak out, you can't understand." Although Zuo Jiang said so, he didn't have any pretending to be cold and arrogant. Just like a housewife talking, he calmly replied: "I call it a delusional experience. Actually, this Not a mystery, but just a talent."

"I understand, I took the initiative to break into your delusion." The man seemed to figure out something, "However, this is definitely not a talent that humans can have."

Zuo Jiang smiled without saying a word.

"We will meet again. I finally understand how correct her emphasis is." At this point, the man left this sentence at the last moment: "You...have...knowledge in this world ...?"

After that, in front of me and Zuojiang, everything returned to the inherent "normal" of this Valpus night.

"Do you understand what he is talking about? Zuo Jiang." I asked Zuo Jiang, staring at the place where the man was.

"I don't know." Zuo Jiang said, "I am not interested in him at all. Compared with these boring things, we have more important things to do." With that said, she took me With a crisp laughter on his hand, he trot forward all the way.

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The prosthetic body Gao Chuan suddenly raised his head and realized that he was dozing off. It was obviously not a time to rest, and the prosthetic body did not have a fixed physiological routine. However, before raising his head, his consciousness was silent. Just like a central processing unit that has been powered off, even the real-time operation record of the brain hardware has no relevant data for that short period of time. This body, this consciousness, seemed to vanish at that moment. Although he didn't feel anything at the time of the experience, but looking back now, it made him feel a little scared.

"Am I asleep?" he asked Sakuya and Gregya who were sitting beside them.

"Fell asleep? I thought you were thinking." Gregya looked surprised, "Can you complete a sleep in three seconds?"

"Three seconds? Only three seconds?" Yiti Gaochuan asked emphatically. Both Gregya and Sakiya nodded.

"It seems that Mr. Gao Chuan's condition is really not very good." The fire escaped in the front seat and turned his head and said to the three of them: "I have consulted with a consciousness walking expert about the situation raised by Mr. Gao Chuan~IndoMTL .com~ And, I have already begun to prepare a plan to solve the problem. After the meeting is over, this plan should be able to start."

Yiyi Gaochuan just smiled a little bit, and didn’t pay much attention to it. If possible, the sooner the planned execution time of the network ball, the better. Only if they move first can it be possible to intercept Valpus from them. Intelligence at the core of the night. They do not enter the state of consciousness, do not face the "Jiang" and the young boy Gao Chuan, it is difficult for them to get rid of the fire. If you want to enter the world of ideology, see the young Gao Chuan goodbye, and take away the mental integration device from the eyes of the enemies, you must also get the opportunity to fight the "Jiang" or the "virus" and meet these requirements at the same time. Apart from using "self-abnormalities" as bait, there is no better way to think of it.

The more powerful and radical the action against Gao Chuan, the more helpful it will be to Gao Chuan's plan. In this respect, the emergence of **, and those situations directed at him, can also be regarded as a positive booster. To fight against that "Jiang", without the power of consciousness of this level, there must be no effect at all. Even more, only ** is not enough, more and more powerful conscious walkers are needed to improve Chuan's attention to involve "Jiang". 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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