Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 885: Overlap reconstruction

I stared at this conscious walker who claimed to have deciphered my mystery. From the beginning, I didn’t think he could really decipher my mystery. He even connected the essence of this mystery and the nature of it. Terrible do not understand. He dragged me into the world of consciousness, probably because he wanted to distinguish the victory and defeat with me on his own territory. He seemed to really feel that I was a consciousness walker. Indeed, deciding victory or defeat in the ideological world is the best choice to deal with the conscious walker. Only fighting in the ideological world can we lock, capture and even hunt the conscious walker in the true sense. If there is no consciousness, There is no precedent in the past for the restraint of power to solve a conscious walker in the normal world.

Even if I can think of various reasons for this conscious walker, I still feel that he is wrong, very wrong. Because, from the very beginning, I was not a conscious walker. The one who is most like a fish in the conscious world is actually the "Jiang"!

My left eye was beating, twitching, and tumbling uncontrollably, jumping like a child, but it gave me a deep sense of fear. "Jiang" is not a good boy. It cannot even be described as a "child". In this world, it is born a predator of personality consciousness.

The end of a doomsday syndrome patient, if only the body collapses and spontaneously ignites, and completely died physically, perhaps it should be considered lucky. However, once it becomes l, although in theory, the personality is still possible to continue to live in this doomed world, but waiting for these personality consciousness, it is no longer the simple end of natural death—" "Virus", or "Jiang", will eat them. Completely swallowed completely, no longer reincarnation.

Then, l will become a pool of clear water.

It's also death, being eaten by monsters, and diseased death. It is not equivalent in perceptual terms. Especially for intelligent beings like human beings who can already think about their own existence, it is a terrible thing to be treated as food.

"Virus" cannot be directly observed at the level of "reality". At least, in my memory, it has never been directly observed. All the understanding of it is only through its activities. Inferred from various data. There is such a thing that causes all kinds of symptoms of doomsday syndrome. However, in the doomsday illusion, its activities will be described by more intuitive "phenomena", especially in the world of consciousness.

I believe that this conscious walker must have done a lot of analysis after careful consideration, relying on his own experience. Only then made a conclusion about the mystery surrounding me, maybe. He has never made a mistake in his judgment in the past, but this time, apart from saying that he is smart, there is no other better description.

My left eye is also the left eye of "Jiang". Deep down, it is the left eye of the "virus". At this time, it is about to move.

No, the action has already begun.

Unable to suppress the feeling. It quickly climbed from the depths of the heart, and then turned into a more substantial force, rushing along the blood vessels to the left eye. I felt that the left eye socket was like a gate, opened by this uncontrollable force.

I let go of the hand holding it—it can't be stopped.

"You are just interfering with consciousness to create noise in the consciousness of others." The consciousness walker in front of him said so.

I was silent, my left eye was rolling, beating, smashing left and right, as if trying to break free of my eye socket, the next moment, I felt something, really burst out of the socket-it was like from a fire Blood blasted from the plug.

The scarlet liquid, like a torrent, expands rapidly in my field of vision.

That is not a scene that can be described by a blood line or a blood column. The blood spurting out of the eye sockets expands to completely cover the area of ​​a person's body within a short distance of one foot, and it is full of spray from a high-pressure water gun. The power of going out swallowed everything in front of me in the blink of an eye.

In front of me, only a piece of blood is left.

The voice of the Conscious Walker disappeared like a freeze frame. I don't know if he avoided or died. What I can really be sure of is that it is impossible for him to win the battle.

There was a feeling of being attacked in the back of my head. I didn’t have any evasiveness. I turned around and saw many thorn-like objects stagnating in front of me. I moved forward half a meter more. These thorns seemed to have drilled out of the void. The objects will penetrate my head, but now, they are blocked by a large amount of thick blood, hanging in the air.

The conscious walker has not yet planned to give up. The scene around me is like being twisted by a pair of invisible hands like a rag, and even with it, my body begins to twist. However, I didn't feel pain. I looked at my distorted body, as if it was just an illusion to deceive my eyes. And in this twisted passage, the only thing that was not affected was the blood red—it had no shape and could infect any scenery.

Red is like ink dripping on rice paper, slowly spreading in all directions. Soon, the distorted scene changed back to normal again, but the entire channel had become monotonous red.

I didn’t see the consciousness walker again, nor did I hear any sound from him. He just disappeared like this. I don’t think he can escape. How many people can go from the "Jiang" boundary To escape in? My consciousness returned to the body, the situation in the passage, it seemed that at this moment, it was just after the original part and continued to interpret.

I suddenly understood that the place I want to go is in this base. There is no such inexplicable memory instillation, it is very strange, and suddenly I know. I can't tell the specific coordinates, but I intuitively know how to go and how to enter.

At this moment, I understood that the fate of the consciousness walker did not exceed my expectations.

The left eye has subsided.

Before, the gate of the test field has been raised, and the armed centuries are filed out. The area of ​​the passage, when I noticed it, has suddenly expanded to an area large enough to accommodate so many people. The faces of the five magic pattern envoys no longer had the weight they had previously, and they also heard the figures of more support troops turning back and forth from the passage.

"Quark!" I called out the name of the envoy, and I saw it in a daze. I picked it up from the park that day. Feed it until the time when it transforms into a messenger. Obviously standing in the passage of the base, but as if being in the gloomy path of the park, in front of me, the figures of the magic pattern messenger and the soldiers of the armed forces were blurring and fading. Instead, it was a lush tree.

The tree is so tall, it makes me feel too thin.

I seemed to be ten years old again, and went to play in the nearby park alone.

A group of children of the same age cheered, their figures are so illusory, like a group of looming ghosts. They were making noise, high-fiving, and jumping for joy. I know that they injured the wing of an unfortunate crow with a slingshot. My eyes moved. Staring, the thumping crow was already there for some time, with an eyeball tightly dangling.

The details of this eyeball are so clear, it's like the lens is focused specifically on it-the blood has condensed, and the atrophic nerve tissue is still connected to the back of the eyeball. I seem to smell rancid odors.

Clear details, with crows holding their eyes. It also became more distinct, everything except it and the eyeballs. It becomes irrelevant background.

"Quark." I called out its name. In fact, the name doesn't have much significance. What's important is just the symbolic meaning of the crow and the eyeball. I remember, in that dreamlike "reality". Quark does not exist, this scene is just a lifelike and gloomy oil painting hanging in the "Gaochuan" ward. That is, only by observing oneself from the perspective of "reality". The inner **** painted by my previous "Gaochuan".

Actually, I have never been sure whether "reality" is really "reality". To me, "the reality that I see after waking up" is nothing more than a world called "reality". The term "reality" is a name used only to distinguish between two worlds, and does not have the meaning it should have.

Many times, in my mind, the two worlds are so close that they cannot be completely distinguished, which is true, which is false, which is primary, and which is secondary. I have actually been confused before, trying to distinguish which world is truly true to myself.

However, I don't know when this confusion disappeared. I can't help but think about it, is it because I have completely accepted the relationship between the two worlds?

Now, the illusion that reappears before my eyes makes me stand at the junction of two worlds for an instant.

Then the edge of the world coincides under my feet.

It was just a moment of dreadfulness. Those words, memories, and illusions all disappeared, as if their emergence was originally an illusion, and the only difference between the previous and the present is the blockbuster that suddenly rolled back and forth from the passage. Black feathers. It was like two conflicting black tornadoes, sweeping from my front and back. Many people were exclaiming and evading, but they could not stop the attack of these feathers.

Because it was too sudden, their subconscious reaction was not an attack, and they could not dodge. They could only cover their faces unpreparedly and in vain.

Wow!

The black feathers collided above my head, and then they fell in an uproar. The whole passage was like a heavy black goose feather.

"Calm down! Calm down!" the commanders of the armed forces screamed. In my chain judgment, these people were not harmed by this change, they were just a false alarm.

There was only one crow, flapping its wings from the floating black feathers, with its claws clasped on my raised arm.

"Long time no see, Quark." I said to it.

It just tilted its head, staring at me with its glass-like eyes without any impurities and no emotions. I can see my reflection in the transparent pupil.

"Damn it! What is this?" someone cursed.

"The messenger, it's the messenger!?" The magicweave messenger who strengthened the ** stared at the quark and let out a startled cry. The emotions lurking in his voice seem to have captured something-the magician in this doomsday illusion also seems to be very rare, and in a certain sense, it can represent something of a certain status.

"Disperse! Disperse all!" The Mageweave messenger with Frost Superpower yelled: "No attack! Listen to my order, no attack! I am a third-level special warfare commander! This is my order, everything Don’t take the initiative to attack!"

There was a brief confusion among more than 400 armed personnel, but it only took less than ten seconds to confirm the situation and order, and then quickly formed a loose formation. Put up all the heavy weapons. At this time, the passage has expanded into a huge square, and all the rooms have already spirally descended below the ground.

I have been completely surrounded. The long and short muzzle muzzles blocked my front, back, left, and right. People in the cyber ball. At this moment, there were some shadows of relief. Although there was no immediate attack, the atmosphere of the stalemate was completely inflexible, as if any misunderstanding action would detonate a fierce battle.

"The servitor! It's the servitor!" The speed-type Mageweave messenger finally said, "But, it feels a bit subtle. Is that bird really a demon? And...there is no graystone. Grey mist , There is no magic circle, there is nothing on him, how did he summon it?"

"Probably what special technology is it? Mystery is mystery, doesn't it mean that it does not represent objective laws, nor does it follow the established pattern?" The magicweave messenger with reflective superpower said condensedly : "I've been in this circle for so long, so don't make a fuss. What a shame."

The mageweave messenger who was refuted had a stinky face, but did not refute.

"Then. What should I do now? The third-level Mageweave Messenger plus the Facilitator..." The Fire Super Mageweave Messenger frowned and said. His voice is very soft, but my chain judgment has been locked in the range of 50 meters, the fluctuation caused by the sound in the air. As long as he makes a sound, it triggers the turbulence of the particles. It is impossible to escape my monitoring-like a vibration experiment of a tuning fork, it will leave clear and visible patterns in the thin layer of sand.

However, they don't actually need to be so troubled.

The ability of quarks determines that they will not be able to capture me unless. The people who have the ability to block space in a targeted manner are here, or they can completely control this temporary data hedge space, otherwise, it will be impossible to block the jump in the shadow.

It is true that this is the base of the cyberball, a huge space for temporary data hedging, but I don’t think they can truly grasp this mysterious essence. Because their s-organs—essentially a reduced and activated temporary data hedge space—have just entered the stage of experimental manufacturing. Compared with the ones I have known in the past, they are technically capable. It's a lot behind.

"Then—" I interrupted their whispered consultations full of worry and anxiety. Under their stunned gaze, the quark turned into a black cloak and wrapped it around me.

Then I began to sink in the shadows.

"Farewell." When I said this, the cyberball soldiers almost couldn't bear to launch an attack, but they were still suppressed by the five Mageweave messengers and commanders.

"No shooting! No shooting! Let him go!" They shouted loudly. Although they don’t know the reason for their decision, whether they really feel that they are beyond their ability and are deeply scrupulous, or they follow the special circumstances of the rules and regulations, not for an uncertain possibility, and will be meaningless The casualties expanded. However, in my opinion, their decision is undoubtedly correct.

I couldn't hear their decision after I left, but the security level of the base did not decrease. When I separated from the shadow world, in the similar channel as before, the dazzling and meaningful deep red light was still spinning non-stop, and the rapid alarm sound repeated regularly. I don’t know where I am at this time, or where I am on this base. However, the last message left by the consciousness walker who died in the boundary line turned into a clear feeling. Whispered in his ear: This is this, this is the place I am looking for.

The experimental arsenal of this cyber ball base.

There are many doors in the passage, and each door is exactly the same in appearance. However, I just know which door is correct.

I walked forward~IndoMTL.com~ pushed it away.

Another huge proving ground space unfolded before my eyes.

Behind a layer of transparent protective glass, a intensive and intense fire test is underway. The glass isolated the gunpowder smoke and the loud noise. Standing at the door, I could only hear the hum of the experimental equipment. Many researchers and security guards are intertwined with busy scenes.

The movement of my opening the door caused some people to turn their eyes here. In fact, I was quite surprised that I opened this door so easily, and I didn't feel that any security detection was triggered. The security defense configuration here is really so slack. Do you feel that this place is not invaded by a hundred enemies?

Although, people are constantly focusing their eyes on me, the security guards have already begun to pull away the researchers, dispatching personnel, and rushing toward this side with a vigilant look. However, my attention was inexplicably attracted by some unobservable place. It was a very strange feeling, as if there was a voice calling, and it seemed to be just an illusion. The direction I looked at was obscured by numerous obstacles. If there is something calling me, then it must be outside the scope of observation of linkage determination.

Subconsciously, I have a vigilant mentality for this call. (To be continued...)