Under the gloomy sky, the black-and-white linear world moves in an inexplicably complex interactive movement. !. What was originally firm and stable in the naked eye is full of instability in the horizon. It seems that as long as a huge force is applied to one of them, it will cause a chain change to everything around it and then collapse like a domino. However, I know that this is just an illusion. These seemingly fragile and loose scenes, the interactive movement of radiation diffusion, because it is too complicated, affects the surroundings at the same time, but also by the surroundings. It is not what I imagined. Power can be broken-or, even if it can be done, the force to be applied is by no means self-righteous, but much stronger, how much stronger it is, not something my brain can calculate. .

In the final analysis, all that I have seen is still not the essence of things, but the result of overclocking the ability to determine the human sensibility. This black-and-white linear world does not exist anywhere except in my brain. It is intuitive and can be understood by the brain and instinct instead of being explained by knowledge. If you are someone else, what you see is by no means the current state.

I always think that people cannot understand the nature of things, because people are limited by their own existence, and so does the idea of ​​seemingly infinitely high. The limited and narrow people cannot understand the truth that is limited but must be broad, so if you chase the truth, you will certainly see deep despair and incomprehensible conditions at the end. Therefore, when people try to understand the essence of things in a way that they can intuitively see, all they see is a distorted illusion-it seems correct, but it has limitations, and. This limitation lies in the person itself, so it is actually not correct.

What I see is a scene formed based on my knowledge of the world. Although I walk in mystery, I have been influenced by science, in my cognition. After observing the appearance of things, it is instinctive to first use a known scientific theory to outline a rough outline. The black and white world composed of lines and dots, and the seemingly loose but extremely complex and solid mutual movement are my brain and instincts, intuitive understanding of this world. It can be explained by micro science or dimensional theory, even in line with superstring theory and quantum theory, but even so. It is still not true.

Perhaps, it should be said that it is precisely because I have understood micro-science, dimensional theory, superstring theory and quantum theory, so the chain judgment will constitute such a scene in the brain. I once thought that such observations helped me fundamentally. Analyze the doomsday illusion, for example, through the "energy string". Integrate matter and immaterial, unite consciousness and matter, and establish a model that runs through the patients and the consciousness of the end-disease syndrome, as well as the reality of the hospital and the illusion of the end, so that the "virus" can be included in this model. Perform further analysis. Proceeding from this idea, the most useful force is by no means a quick swipe, a magic pattern superpower that can only be effective in an illusion of doomsday, but a "chain judgment" that can only exist as the limit of the human body. I know very well that the chain judgment is in use. How much pressure you put on yourself is a loss-making behavior compared to a quick sweep that can be accelerated almost without any awareness of consumption. However, I have also assumed that if I can use some method to resist the pressure of chain judgment overclocking and carry out infinite overclocking, what kind of situation should I see? Perhaps I can see "truth" in various literary works. , There are fragments of this hypothesis.

However, I have sobered up, that assumption is nothing but delusional. There are limits to people, and I am not a superman, just an ordinary top student. I also have a limit, and, at the time of death, it has been proven that it is my own limit. The chain judgment seems to have theoretical infinity, but it becomes practically limited because it appears to me as a human being. The limited me will never see "truth". Even if it is not "truth", but "virus", because of my limitation, I can't actually touch its truth.

"Virus" is beyond the limits of human existence, so all kinds of observation and cognitive abilities born based on human beings cannot observe and recognize it. Although humans learn to make tools, the information collected by the tools is ultimately analyzed by humans, and the results are still subject to the limits of humans. Moreover, the tools that humans can observe, recognize, and use are actually limited to The existence of oneself cannot be strengthened endlessly, and this limit is also subject to man himself.

Humans cannot really observe, recognize, and understand "viruses". If they observe, understand, and understand something, then what is observed, recognized, and understood must also be incorrect, because the existence of "viruses" Beyond human existence. Refer to this premise, which is also the most important premise. The chain judgment I used is naturally impossible to really capture the existence of "virus", so that it is impossible to observe the reality of "doom illusion" based on "virus". Nature. Everything I have seen may not be completely wrong, but it must be incorrect. It is an illusion produced when the unrecognizable existence is forcibly recognized.

But even so, what appears in my mind is that this black and white line constitutes a scene. This is just an illusion. Its existence also has a strong influence on things inside the illusion of doomsday.

In the observation field of view, the appearance of the smoky face is blurred, and the state of the particle level movement is magnified. The face I am facing is no longer the smoky face presented by the overall outline of "face smoke", and It is a cluster of dense particles like an electron cloud. These particles are constantly disappearing and appearing again, and their movement trajectory does not have the classic linearity at all, which truly interprets the concept of "telemotion". It is like waves, countless particle movements, creating a strong sense of layering in the overall movement, layer by layer pushing towards me.

Its speed seems slow, but in fact it has a reference constant. In simple terms, it seems to maintain a sense of speed of ten meters per second in any environment, with reference to any object-yes, just a feeling. I believe that as long as people see it, this value will be born directly in their minds.

The smoky face is made up of countless "movements", and this "movement" has already manifested mystery, which makes its existence full of mystery. But even the scene in my mind is so miraculous. I still can't forget it, the sadness, pain and fear that it manifests on the surface, as if all the negative emotions are condensed on the face. It is mysterious and miserable, and its birth is like deducing what is miserable.

So, I am here. In the case of not actually doing anything, I overclocked the chain decision again. I am not a hero and cannot be a hero. I know that even ending this smoky face here is certainly not the end. Perhaps, this time the appearance of the smoky face. It was just a test, and my shot. It will also become one of the test data. However, the blood in the body was running, and a strong emotion made me unable to stop this thought.

I want to defeat this sad thing, kill it and let it end. Kill. Not for heroic salvation, but just to declare a painful end.

I'm not a hero at all, just a clown, but it's okay, I admit this kind of myself. Even if it is a harlequin. It must be something that a harlequin can do and only do.

"Gaochuan annihilation artillery, launch!" I stood at the core of the artillery array, under the double pressure of chain judgment and control armor, staring at the rolling smoky face without blinking. I want to watch its end.

The artillery fire rang in unison, as if the space was solidifying and shattering, the sound immediately followed, the fire burst, tearing the vision and eardrums wildly and fiercely. In addition to the sound of this volcanic eruption, other sounds seemed to be torn apart. I saw that the smoky face began to bloom, covered with fiery red glare, as if it were covered with colorful clouds. In this gloomy, monotonous and pale nightmare, it is the only blooming epiphyllum. It bloomed between breaths and passed away, leaving only ashes, scattered on the streets like snow.

These scattered ashes made this street scene lively, but it seemed to hollow out the thoughts and make everything silent. It made me feel that all I did was not really meaningless.

The artillery array began to contract, as it did when it was unfolded, within a few breaths, it reorganized and transformed, like the cube of the Rubik's Cube, spinning and reassembling into a suitcase. I lifted the suitcase and looked down at the three electronic demon messengers who were still dumbfounded, feeling the remote observation fluctuations concentrated in this area. They were a little excited, and they seemed to make the temperature rise. Maybe, some of them.

The three electronic demon messengers panted, seeming to suddenly recover, looking at me, they seemed to want to say something, but in the end they just nodded at me and ran to another one. street. The long-distance observation waves gathered in this area also disperse at the same time as tacit agreement, and the ashes are scattered by the wind as if blown by the wind. I am not mistaken, the ashes disappeared before falling to the ground, as if melted in the fog, making the fog on this street gradually thicker. In the corners that are invisible to the naked eye but can be observed by the chain judgment, more shadow clusters are brewing. The end of the smoky face doesn't mean to disappear completely, but, I think, the misery condensed in that smoky face must have some end.

I know that things are not that simple. In general, unless the "virus" is defeated to save the patients with Doomsday Syndrome, or kill all the patients with Doomsday Syndrome, otherwise such misery will happen again and again, one In the reincarnation of the illusion of doomsday, there will always be many similar things. However, if the death of the smoky face is regarded as the ending of its role in this doomsday illusion, the patients of the doomsday syndrome represented by it will easily eat lunch on the sidelines after leaving the field, and my mood will be Much better.

The cruelest thing in the illusion of apocalypse is not the torture of the moment, but the repeated cruel fate. I'm here to kill it, but without ending the entire Doomsday Realm, then everything will repeat itself in the "script". I have long been aware of this. Therefore, I want a thorough understanding. I am very tired. I have gotten a lot, and I have lost a lot. Many right and wrong have been indistinguishable in my mind. However, I am very sure that if I cannot be saved, then even if I die immediately. Or, waiting for the arrival of death without knowing anything is a better ending, at least, than struggling in despair, it seems that it can stop. But in the endless reincarnation, it is better to endure those pains.

The most desperate thing is not to know that everything is irreversible. But chasing the possibility that can be recovered, but know that that possibility does not actually exist.

I want to end everything. Therefore, we have this plan. No matter what "Jiang" is, it has nothing to do with "virus", what will happen after defeating "virus", and what happens if it fails. It doesn't really matter. The important thing is that as long as the plan is successful, the best ending is the perfect ending of the happy reunion, and the worst is the end of the complete death of all the staff. But in fact, the latter is actually a good ending for me. The most unacceptable is that everything will restart again. Usher in the repeated "script".

Everything I have experienced is firming my inner thoughts. and. I began to find that my own ideas, to some extent, are fitting the truth of the end. If it is said that "end" is also a kind of "doom", then. The end comes, it means that everything ends. I yearn for an end, and I yearn for a successful end. In this sense, is it not an interpretation of the truth of the end? Maybe. I guessed one thing in the past. The doomsday truth religion is so powerful, and there are so many believers because it is indeed a universal, deep redemption in the heart of every patient of doomsday syndrome.

My thoughts are different from the doctrines of doomsday doctrine, but doomsday doctrine is never one doctrine, otherwise, there will be no big three, no split of the big three, and there will be no Xisen The rebellion of priest and priest Edward. Although they all have their own interpretations of the truth of the end, they have something in common in their hearts, that is, they all agree on the existence of the truth of the end and regard it as a lifelong pursuit.

Maybe, I will also become a branch of the truth of the end? I thought so and couldn't help but smile. In any case, what I am looking forward to is still the possibility that all people will be happy, even if I know, I ca n’t do it at all. But I still look forward to it for no reason at all.

I stood on the platform, patrolling the street scene in the distance, and my heart was full of courage again.

I am Gao Chuan, coming from a distant past, and going to a distant future that is also distant. I hope that the future that ends is beautiful.

This kind of cognition seems to permeate every cell of me, every thought, makes me feel that the past self is struggling in a long dark river to avoid being drowned, and the current self is embarked on The river bank, although the surroundings are equally dark, but there is a solid ground under his feet to support himself.

The nightmare of Las Vegas, I do n’t know when it has turned into darkness. I know that I am still in a nightmare. The familiar sense of falling pulled me, but I suddenly felt that the fall was about to reach the end. When I thought about it like this, the fall stopped, the feeling under my feet no longer flickered, there was a strong force coming, and then I stood like this in the darkness.

I ca n’t see the direction clearly, and I do n’t know. In the dark, there will be something terrible waiting for me, but my footsteps are no longer vain, my body is no longer floating and drifting, my nightmare , Also stopped falling like never ending. I know what kind of scene I want to go to, and what I have to do is to open a way to that scene in this darkness. And I have already done this.

I shook my hand, and there was a feeling of grabbing something. I looked there subconsciously, and the darkness began to fade, and a huge and familiar suitcase appeared. The surroundings were quiet and nervous, but the heavy weight of the suitcase made me feel at ease. I think, look for "Jiang" while advancing. So, I walked silently and firmly, all the way, there was a hazy feeling in my heart, it was in front.

I suddenly opened my eyes, a force that awakened me, but that was not fear. My heart has never been so smooth, and my thoughts have not been suddenly awakened. I feel like I have never been asleep, but the hot blood, the clear will, and the darkness can't stop my dream story, not an illusion.

I walked to the window and opened the curtains. The glorious morning light was dazzling. I couldn't help covering my forehead with my hand, and the inside of my wrist felt a burning pain. I looked there, the prisms forming the magic pattern are being reorganized, as if there is a new part squeezed in, disrupting the positions of the past three prisms, the new magic pattern has been completed in the breath, it is like The four-leaf clover has a cross-like pattern.

Level 4 Mageweave Messenger. Obviously it should be surprising, because I never thought that I would reach the fourth level in this way at this time. I once thought of a way to promote Mageweave, but when it was promoted, I It is unclear what factors contributed to this promotion. My heart is stronger and firmer than ever before, but is this the reason why Level 4 Mageweave was born? This means that Fr. Sisen, who is three and a half years old, actually has some kind of defect in his heart.

There are too many things that can be associated with and surprised, but, in my heart, there is no emotion of surprise at all. Because, I just think that these things are actually not important. I ’m on the road. Whether the fourth-level magic pattern appears does not hinder my will to move forward. It may help me, but when I went to the boundless darkness to find it, I never expected it. help.

Now, even if the magic pattern has reached the fourth level, I have not felt any change in strength. No, maybe there are some differences. I looked up and looked in the direction of the park. There was a feeling in me that told me that it was vague, but I was doubting that the quark was there. In this world of repeaters, there are obviously many differences from my past, but, at this time, will it repeat the clips of the past? I do n’t understand, but in a world made up of consciousness, there are too many things that I do n’t understand. I won't hesitate because I don't understand. I pushed open the window vigorously, and started to swoop towards the park.

I am like a ghost, walking through the flow of people, jumping through heights with the help of the cover of the building and the perception of chain judgment. The closer to the park, the clearer and stronger the feeling in my heart is. I did not enter the park from the main entrance, but directly over the nearest wall of the route. I walked among the rustling bushes and cut a path with my dagger. I stepped on the soft turf and stacked leaves, over the mossy rocks, and straight up the nearly vertical ramp, avoiding the people walking on the green trail. From the opposite direction to the route he used to, he came under the familiar tree.

Then ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I saw a person.

It was a black, very simple missionary, or a priest, with a cross on his chest and a black cover Bible. He looked a bit old, but his mental outlook was very spiritual, kind and serious, and he achieved a strange harmony in his body, letting people involuntarily get close, but not too close.

"Father Edward." I recognized him at once.

At this moment, he was interested, but he seemed to be puzzled, looking at a corpse on the ground. I was surprised that there were actually corpses there, absolutely not an illusion. The surrounding soil was just excavated, and a few small soil bags were piled up. I realized that on that day, the female foreman and female teacher who had practiced in the morning did see something, and the others did not find anything after that, only because Father Edward did something.

Father Edward devoted himself to the task. I do n’t know what attracted him to the corpse, but that must not be anything ordinary. Father Edward heard my greetings and raised his head, with a slight consternation. He seemed to be surprised by my arrival, but soon, a strange expression appeared. I do n’t know what this expression represents, but I think it ’s certainly not accidental that I met Father Edward who was missing here at this time and in this place. To be continued. .