Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 889: Human World

A large number of projected images are rotating in mid-air, and Dorothy's figure is like the sweetest bait, and the sound of the summoning lingers in my mind. This call is not external attraction, I can feel it comes from the bottom of my heart. It is precisely because I really want to see her again, so this attraction is so powerful. However, this emotion was deeply suppressed in my heart, because what I really need to do is not to relive the past or reunite, but to save everyone. I'm not sure how it will affect the plan if I walk into that trap at this time. It's not that I don't believe in Dorothy, it's just that in this world, it's not just me who is "Gaochuan".

In this case, there are some things that are enough to leave to the other one. He can do what I can't do, and I also have things he can't do. Maybe there is only one "Gaochuan" after all, but, at least for now, the existence of me and him at the same time must be meaningful.

I believe in my own path, and the other me must believe in my own path to the same degree as me. I think my plan may succeed, but this does not mean that another Gaochuan plan will definitely fail. Two plans that have the same possibility of success, which one can succeed, can only be answered at the final intersection. And now is far from the time for intersection.

"I'm leaving here, please open the door." Faced with the invitation of the fat officer, I said to him very firmly.

He has been staring at me, as if to confirm the true thoughts in my heart from my eyes. He hides his mind deeply, but it makes no sense to me, what he can perform. It is an order to escape the fire, I just need to confirm this is enough.

"How tough is your attitude towards fire?" I added, "We will meet again, so it's better not to do too many small actions now. Or maybe. You don't believe it. Judgment of misuse?"

"Are you familiar with Mischief? So sure of his judgment, it will definitely benefit you?" The fat officer finally asked.

"I know him well." I replied. Although I am not entirely sure whether the escape will make a "step back" decision, I do have a lot of confidence. It's just that this kind of confidence is not just based on understanding him, but also a deeper examination of the nature of this doomsday illusion.

The internal structure of this world is complete, but it does not evolve completely on its own. Although it doesn't seem rigorous, there are unreasonable things like "mystery" everywhere, but in terms of its essence, it still has inherent essence and laws. I cannot explain these essences and laws clearly, nor can I truly and thoroughly understand the operation of this world. However, I have understood my own particularity and rely on this understanding. I can always perceive what other people in the doomsday illusion can't perceive—just like an intuitive premonition.

Probably, the mystery of the so-called predictive nature. It is also based on the same induction. This kind of response to the cluster changes of patients with doomsday syndrome stems from their own particularity, and involves the "commonality" of human beings on the physical and spiritual levels. There are so many patients that make up this world, there will always be some who are talented. And get access to the common information.

These people are just like me. Although it is not as special as me, it must have been observing the world from a different angle from ordinary people, right?

I can't help but think so.

I know very well that I am not a genius. The only thing that makes me different. It's my name, nothing more.

My confidence, the basis of my actions, and the essence of my thinking all revolve around this name-if you use the term "occult", the name "Gaochuan" is the wizard with terrible magical powers real name. And understanding this, from the perspective of occultism, is the awakening of the "real name". Of course, from a psychological point of view, it is just a phenomenon produced by in-depth self-observation.

In any case, a person who can constantly observe and think must have a very strong will. And the strong will, projected in this world, is the strong existence, and this strong existence will inevitably become a force that affects the rotation of the world.

So, the judgments I make after observing and thinking will always conform to the law of fate to some extent.

Confidence affects the will, and then affects the world, and the rotation of the world further promotes confidence. This is the essence of becoming strong in this world. Therefore, if it is not for people with the same will, it is impossible to shake me, hurt me, and stop me. The Doomsday Truth Sect is so negative, but it has become so powerful. I have always felt that this may be a symbol of the patient's mentality and spirit becoming more and more negative, and accepting this negativeness.

Only people who are suffering in desperate situations will yearn for a free death, yearn for themselves to adapt to the alienation of terminal illness, and hope that they are not the only misery.

Such an explanation, even if it is not completely correct, is enough for me to understand the situation of the doomsday illusion.

"What you are doing may not be correct, nor may you achieve a final victory, but I can be sure that it must not be wrong." I said to the fat officer solemnly, "No matter what happens Even if it is to become an enemy, I am very happy to have your presence. I hope you will continue to exist and overcome all the anomalies. Therefore, I will communicate with you here using words instead of killing with swords."

"You--" The fat officer's eyes finally flickered.

"After all, we may not be able to avoid becoming enemies, but that is what comes after. Now, let us take a step back. You accomplish what you want, and let me do what I want." I watched him closely. Said word by word in his eyes. What I said is not against my heart, my thoughts, my attitude, there is no cover, I believe that this kind of sincerity can be received by the other party.

The fat officer was silent for a while, then returned to the instrument and operated it for a while, until the projection images in mid-air disappeared one by one, then turned his head and said to me: "I don't know if my decision is correct, but just Right now. I believe it must be correct."

"It seems that the instruction to escape is not absolute." From his words, I saw another huge shadow in the cyberball.

"The instructions to escape the fire are always correct, but it does not mean that other people's decisions are necessarily wrong. My choice. It is my own will, and I believe in my choice." Fatty The chief said in a deep voice.

"So, you are the commander here." I laughed.

On the central pedestal, the beam of light beamed out of the portal, and the air fluctuated like sea water. The thrust spread in all directions. Soon, the paper products in the room were blown up. The hem of the jumpsuit also seemed to be pulled strongly by an invisible big hand.

"Hope you good luck." I said to the fat officer.

"Cyberball is not as unenlightened as you think. Although, its rules are really strict." The fat chief said with a straight face.

I smiled and didn't reply. Stand up, lift the suitcase, and strode towards the portal. When I stepped into the beam of light, there was almost no waiting time, and everything in my vision was immediately distorted. It was like the TV suddenly turned off, leaving a trace of fuzzy grating. The whole world was plunged into darkness.

The sense of time and space have become very vague, but. In the far and dark front, a horizon of light appeared. The horizon quickly approached me, and quickly expanded its area, like the mouth of a huge monster, swallowing me like a stomach, the world inside. It is light everywhere, and only light. All these changes, although every step is very clear, but they feel very rush, in an instant. The whole piece of light in the field of vision shattered like glass.

The world that came into my eyes again became an extremely normal street. Judging from the sky, it was already dusk and the street lights were already on. The place where I was was was an alleyway connecting the street, less than 20 meters away from the entrance of the alley. The hustle and bustle of traffic, like a wave, slapped in my ears. Pedestrians passed by in a hurry, but no one looked into the alley. The smell of the garbage bins in the alley did not seem to be as annoying as it used to be, but it made me feel that from In this rancidity, there is a kind of vitality in life.

Such a normal and busy scene made me feel a little dazed. I stood in the alley for a while before I took my steps towards the street.

I, Gao Chuan, are back again.

His body Gao Chuan has a very strange feeling. The heart is beating abnormally. It is a rhythm of tension or excitement. However, there is indeed no tension or excitement in his emotions. What he has been thinking about can only make him feel heavy. However, he knew very well that this kind of physical abnormality was definitely a sign. Some things related to him are happening and will have a strong impact on him.

After a while, he thought of this: The young boy Gao Chuan is back. Although, he had already made speculations about such results, and he had already made enough psychological preparations. However, judging from the body's reaction, this is no longer a situation that can be easily faced with early preparations. Although he has not seen the "Gao Chuan" directly, he is very convinced of the thoughts caused by this feeling.

"Are you back?" Yiti Gaochuan muttered to himself, "Where will you be? Where will you go?" He wondered, will the other party break into this base in the first place? For "Gao Chuan", Dorothy is an unusual existence, so it must be so for him, and it must be so for him. Even Gao Chuan believes that it has always existed only in his own personality consciousness, like a ghost or a tumor, it is possible to know everything he has experienced, and thus obtain the same equivalent information as himself. This information is enough to push the other party to make a decision similar to their own schedule, thus forming a competitive relationship.

"Omi's movements are a little too slow?" Gregya, who had already changed her clothes and dressed in a researcher's white coat, scanned the room Omi entered, where the door was kept closed. There is nothing wrong with her sitting posture and the size of her clothes is very suitable, but in any case, it always makes people feel that she is incompatible with this kind of dress.

"It's a little slower." Sakuya nodded. She had already finished collecting the data on the office computer. There had always been a sense of urgency urging her, but now it seems that there is no need to be so nervous.

Omi first entered the room, only to say to get medicine, but. The time she spent has made people feel abnormal. This abnormality made Gregya a little restless. She didn't know what was happening behind the room. The more she guessed, the more she couldn't draw the conclusion she wanted from a normal and peaceful perspective. If it weren't for the prosthetic body, neither Takakawa nor Sakiya had moved. She might walk over quietly and open the door to find out.

For Yoshinori Takakawa, the abnormality he sensed is definitely not irrelevant to Omi's movement. From his understanding of "Gaochuan", his guesses about "Omi", and his understanding of the world, he can only admit it when he makes a judgment. This is definitely not an accident-Omi might have contacted another Takakawa, maybe not a positive contact, but under certain circumstances, there must be an intersection.

He quickly thought of a possibility: the resurrected boy Gao Chuan was in this base at this time, and was observed by the cyberball players. Think deeper. Since he is here, why is the young Gao Chuan split from his personality consciousness? Can't it just be here?

The body Gao Chuan is not worried that the reaction of the Internet ball will be harmful to the whisperer, but for him, the important thing is, if the boy Gao Chuan is really in this base, what action will he take? . Does it directly rub against the net ball? Do not. Prostitution Gao Chuan doesn't think this possibility is so great. For Gao Chuan, cyber ball should not be the most direct enemy. The other party must have sufficient reasons to take milder actions and sufficient conditions. Reached a peaceful negotiation with the cyberball. Even if the opponent wants to join the Dorothy project, there is no causal relationship that necessarily conflicts with the cyberball.

Therefore, there is only one core question left-will young Gaochuan come here immediately?

How tempting Dorothy is for "Gao Chuan", Yi Tai Gao Chuan is very clear. He thinks from his own perspective and does not think that once the other party has information about Dorothy’s plan, he will give up this opportunity. Moreover, the other party The possibility of knowing Dorothy’s plan is not small.

So, in the strict sense of the word, will the first meeting happen here and now?

Gao Chuan suddenly felt a little nervous. He noticed that although he had made various psychological preparations, in fact, he was not fully prepared. He can hardly even imagine what direction the situation will advance once the two of them come into contact, and how uncommon sense and unexpected changes will occur.

However, just as he tried to use his brain hardware to perform further calculations, Omi walked out of the room.

"Long wait." She said in a plain tone, throwing a bottle of pills to Gao Chuan very casually, and said: "Three times a day, three pills at a time, either empty or water. .Of course, I don’t think it will improve your situation much. I just asked about the fire accident. We have never encountered your situation before. However, I don’t think you need to take medicine anymore. "

Gregya stared at Omi speechlessly, and then said for a while: "What are you talking about? What does it mean to have no effect and no need to take medicine?"

Gao Chuan looked at the medicine bottle. The label on it was blank. The yellow pill was small and looked bitter. He opened the bottle and sniffed it. There was a dry and pungent smell-this is a pungent drug that is generally not taken frequently.

"Mr. Gao Chuan’s abnormality is an abnormality in consciousness that leads to an abnormality in physiology. This situation is very common for conscious walkers... No, for ordinary people, similar situations can happen. As the saying goes. , Unhappy people always look sick. This bottle of medicine was developed for mental patients, but it is not for ordinary mental patients.” Omi sat in the front of his office and said deeply: "Obviously, the mental problem faced by Mr. Gao Chuan is too serious, and it is beyond the scope of drug suppression."

Gregya turned around and said to Gao Chuan, "It sounds serious."

"No, it's not that serious." Yoshitaka Takakawa replied to ~IndoMTL.com~ and Sakiya didn't mean anything to say anything, and there was no change in her expression. She doesn't know whether the situation of Prosthetic Gao Chuan is really serious, but she knows that, whether it is clear or not, all she can do is to believe in this man. And this is exactly what she is willing to do, has been doing, and does not intend to change.

So, Omi's seemingly tentative words have no meaning to her.

"He said so." Gregya turned his gaze back to Omi: "Your medicine, don't you have any side effects?"

"For most people, yes. But for Mr. Takakawa, you have to take it yourself before you know." Omi said flatly, "But it doesn't matter if you don't want to take medicine. I just talked to Mizuo. , Something happened outside, so Mr. Gao Chuan’s question should be changed. Then, Mr. Gao Chuan—" She stared at the body Gao Chuan and said, “Is that consciousness walker still in your mind? Where is it?"

The atmosphere in the office suddenly tightened. Yitai Takakawa and Omi looked at each other for a while, neither of them avoided each other’s gaze. After that, Yitai Gaochuan said: "Now I can no longer be self-aware. Observation."

"... Have you lost the power of a conscious walker?" Omi muttered to himself. (To be continued...)