Dr. Ruan Li showed a gentle smile and rubbed his hands on top of my head. "No matter when the world is destroyed, humans can only do what they can do. Achuan, can you understand? This limitation is the only one. The reason for the birth of philosophy. But because of this, philosophy has become the only thing that can break through the limitations of human beings in the sense. People use thinking and imagination to try to transcend the world, not actions. So , Although push the things that you cannot bear and the problems that cannot be solved to the end of the world, then, from the perspective of philosophy, look at yourself. "

"Isn't this the case with mental patients in general?" I said.

"No, in general, mental patients do not study psychology or think about philosophy." Dr. Ruan Li said: "You are what I know. The only attempt is to look at the end of the world from the philosophical level. People. A Chuan, I think that if it is really possible to save the world, the opportunity may be on you. Because, other disciplines have actually proved to be ineffective against the end of the world, because, what we have to face is a Conceptually, the situation that exceeds scientific cognition is probably only philosophical, can it also have this transcendence. "

"However, I also know nothing about philosophy." I couldn't help saying.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Dr. Ruan Li hugged me hard and said, "The definition of philosophy has always been controversial, and there has never been a" one-knowledge half-understanding "argument. It determines how you will treat your life, Conversely, your attitude towards life is originally based on philosophy. Perhaps, it makes you look different, but that does not mean right or wrong, but only. You live this way. In my opinion, if your thoughts are beneficial to your treatment, it is enough. Please believe me, and then believe in yourself as I believe. "

She stared into my eyes and asked again: "Do you believe me? Achuan."

Yes. I believe you, Dr. Ruan Li.

Dr. Ruan Li smiled softly at me. She took the pen from my hand and put the notebook away, saying, "What you need most now is rest." With that said, she took a small bottle of pills from her pocket and rested On the table. I glanced at the label, and the label was written in a foreign language, and the font style was written by Dr. Ruan Li. As in the past, it is not an official drug on the market. Dr. Ruan Li's label is: help sleep. Although the ingredients are unknown, it is probably a medicine like sleeping pills. I don't think how serious my illness is. Even if I admit that I have a mental illness, I don't think it affects my usual life and communication. But what about me in the eyes of others? At least in the eyes of Dr. Ruan Li, my condition is already serious. Ordinary drugs have no effect at all. Just like now, I do n’t think I need drugs like sleeping pills to help me sleep. Although I think a lot, the impact on sleep is very small, and I do n’t feel affected by illness during sleep, except for nightmares. But those nightmares involving "mystery" are just like daily routines to me.

Even so, Dr. Ruan Li still prepared medicine for me. Do I need medicine, and which medicine do I need? In making these judgments, the thought circuit she followed seemed to be very different from me. However, after all, Dr. Ruan Li has an expert reputation, so sometimes, even if I think it is unnecessary, I will not resist her in this kind of thing.

Dr. Ruan Li asked me to lie down on the bed, turned around and poured a glass of water, and then watched me take all the medicine I have today. After I lay down, she pressed the blanket hard and sat at the bed and said to me, "Good night, Achuan."

Good night, Dr. Ruan Li.

I closed my eyes, and there wasn't any darkness under my eyes. The darkness seemed to be covered with a layer of light, and flicker of indescribable colors fluttered. I felt that my body started to heat up, and then started to sink. I suddenly felt that I thought of many things, but I wanted to actually say something, but I couldn't say anything. I began to feel that I was still awake and not asleep, but the feeling of sinking was completely unchanged, and everything around my body seemed to rotate. But I just stood there in silence, doing nothing.

I don't know how long it has passed, a sea of ​​flowers has bloomed under my feet. The flowers are white, delicate and light, and when blown by the wind, the petals will be scattered, filling the voids in all directions like flying catkins. The darkness, I don't know when, has faded.

I walked aimlessly, I could hear its sound, bubbles popped out, and it would become a lot in less time. In these bubbles, what is flowing is like looking at a lantern. When I try to figure out when I saw it, the memory becomes blurred again. When I reached out and touched these bubbles, I thought it would shatter, but I couldn't touch them at all. Just like the existence of illusion, let my hand pass through.

this world……

I saw these things ...

I thought a lot, but I do n’t know what I thought. However, I did not feel any surprise at all.

I am looking for ...

What am I looking for?

I want to confirm ...

What do I want to confirm?

There is a name that I want to say, but there is an invisible diaphragm that prevents me from thinking of that name and prevents me from saying that name, just like a fish bone stuck in the throat, it is very uncomfortable.

I don't think it can go on like this, you must say that name because it is very important.

My plan ... won't work without it.

Even if it becomes a super Takagawa that can observe all the true sides, it still does not have the power to reverse the doomsday process that is going on all the true sides. Observation, and interference, is not a hierarchical behavior.

To become super Gaochuan is to observe and then confirm its existence. Through observation, lock its existence in the reality that I can observe.

"..." My hoarse voice made me startle, as if crows were crying.

Suddenly, I felt something behind me. Before I turned my head, I felt a hint of itching on my cheeks, and only glances of dark hair strands in the corners of my eyes, and when I focused more on them, these hair strands seemed to be magnified under the microscope Times. People can see that it is not the cells that make up the hair, but the eyes.

Dense, scary, and instinctively uncomfortable, it followed. It is deep fear. It seems that the genes inherited from the moment of life are buried deep in this fear, fermented, and then suddenly awake at this moment.

Is a nightmare. I think.

Hands and feet can't move.

It is obviously a hairline composed of countless deep red eyes. The overall appearance is shiny black.

Although the body is full of fear, but emotionally the first time, that is the long hair of women.

I know who it is.

It stands behind me. But I couldn't turn around to look at it. It seems that instinct is calling frantically, preventing me from doing that. I think of a story: in occultism, stories about evil spirits and hell. People are on the way to separate the living from the dead and are warned-no matter what happens, don't look back.

The situation now seems to cater to such a story, as if to warn me: no matter what happens, don't look back.

It's just like. At this time, this scene is for me. It is the boundary that divides "this side" and "that side", and whether it is on this side or on that side requires only one turning movement to be determined.

However, despite the fear, he also thought of many bad ending stories. But there is no resistance to whether or not to go back.

"Achuan." When I heard the voice behind me, I suddenly turned around.

In an instant, I saw an outline, like a bubble. It was fleeting, but that figure was very familiar to me. Because it is a very important lover for me.

But even turning his head, nothing happened. I don't know if I feel disappointed.

At this time, what called my voice became clear: "Achuan." The surrounding sea of ​​flowers suddenly disappeared in this voice, replaced by a high degree of modernization, but it seemed decadent and degenerate City corner. The sky, the ground, the buildings, and even the shadows seemed to be covered with a layer of gray powder, which seemed less real.

Nightmare Las Vegas? Although it's not a familiar corner, the architectural style and familiar feeling made me wake up at once. Although what happened before is vivid, but there is no such kind of personal situation.

"Achuan!" The voice rang again, and the man pushed me, and I saw her.

"Gregia?" I said.

"What are you confusing?" Gregia, dressed as a cowboy, carried a heavy-style revolver and looked at me with some surprise, "What happened?"

"Ah ... no ... no." I shook my head, but I can't say that there was no accident. In short, when I got on the bus, I had not entered the nightmare Las Vegas. Although I don't understand what is going on, I once thought that before the end of the seminar, I would not enter the nightmare Las Vegas again soon.

"Why did you come here?" I asked Gregia that when we last contacted, she told me that all members of the whisperer's peripheral intelligence organization "behind the scenes" are doing intelligence broker work. . The specific situation is more inclined to cooperate with the network ball part represented by John Bull. However, it will also deal with customers you select. When making contact with the online ball, I feel that John Bull will be more active.

The ability of "behind the scenes" members in "mystery" is not outstanding, but with the cooperation tendency of the online ball, the activity is also increasing. I think this kind of change is a bit dangerous. However, the "behind the scenes lover" is just a new and mysterious organization linked to the "whisperer", and there is no relationship with the whisperer to forcefully decide the action, so except for Gray who was saved my life Apart from Geya, the autonomy of other members is very strong.

I usually pay little attention to their activities. After they cooperate with the online ball, it is inevitable that the intelligence is gradually homogenized with the online ball. Their tentacles as a whisperer for overseas operations, in fact, do not have any special tasks, but only need them to exist there, and a certain degree of activity is enough. The current situation can be regarded as formal.

However, even in this situation, Gregoa will be encountered, always feel that something seems to happen, or. The way it has happened.

"Why? Don't you know?" Gregia said to me in surprise: "Last night, three meeting places were attacked by smoky faces, and two-thirds of the electronic demon messengers stayed there. Now There is chaos everywhere, and we have been in contact with you, but, the whisperer said. You are on a business trip ... Even if you are on a business trip, will you inevitably enter this side? "She looked at me suspiciously for a while and said," In short, because I could n’t contact you suddenly, I came out to find you. What are you doing? "

I think she might be wondering if she couldn't find me before, is it because I didn't even log in to the nightmare Las Vegas.

"I just came in." I didn't hide it. "I never came here before." =

"That's what it is." Gregia replied readily, but immediately realized that she could not help freezing her expression, "Wait, you mean. We can't find you because you are not in the nightmare Las Vegas at all. Can you avoid entering this place? "

"Yes." I smiled and said, "Because I have not been an electronic demon messenger for a long time."

Gregia seemed confused, and she held her forehead. Say: "Wait, let me think about it. You haven't been an electronic demon messenger? Not an electronic demon messenger. But can you get in and out of this place?"

"Probably because it used to be an electronic demon messenger." I said.

"Unintelligible." Gregia shook her head vigorously. "However, that kind of thing is all right. With such a big thing, there is now chaos in Las Vegas, everyone's nerves are tight. I think the atmosphere is a bit wrong. However, those who want to find John Bull, but those guys are all missing. "

"Don't we open a bar in our assembly area?" I asked rhetorically.

"No one but the manager is in contact." Gregia seemed to understand something and said to herself, "It turns out so. Didn't they just enter the nightmare Las Vegas?" Face me and say, "Although I have tried to ask the whisperer headquarters for the actual contact method, but you know, I ate it behind closed doors."

"Of course, we can't disclose John Bull's information casually." I nodded clearly. "After all, you are just under the whisperer, not part of the whisperer."

"Anyway, there is such a big thing, there is no teacher who can make up my mind, I always feel relieved." Gregya said: "However, probably I think so, how should other people live? How to live. "

"You are not doing well with them?" I couldn't help asking.

"It's not bad, it's just, it's not very good," Gregya replied. "It's like starting a business together. After getting on the right track, the partners' feelings are no longer consistent. To be honest, I hope I can Following the advice of experienced people, but others seem to be more pursuing autonomy. They think that in this chaotic state, they can't find other people to discuss, it is time to test their ability. "Her words are a little euphemistic. But I still understand what it means.

However, such a development has long been expected. "The lover under the curtain" will break away from the whisperer and become a mysterious organization. It can be seen from its initial definition and activities. However, no matter to me or to the whisperer, I don't care. The reason why they were needed was initially to avoid the intelligence lines being all over there. Now, the internal contradictions are not so optimistic. John Bull ’s activities are becoming wider and wider. The role of "behind the scenes lover" is simply to "show the whisperer's sense of presence in Europe and America."

The “Smoky Face Attack” that Greggia had so tightly before was probably a fuse that burst out of all the contradictions-its impact has continued to the present, and may have successors. The situation happened.

"Then, the situation is now: the smoky face attacked the meeting place, causing a lot of casualties, and the original person responsible for maintaining order was either killed or flinched. Is that true?" I asked again.

"Yes." Gregia nodded vigorously, frowning together, looking very worried. Indeed, because under normal circumstances, the electronic demon messenger is inevitable to enter the nightmare Las Vegas, if the situation here has continued to deteriorate, and even evolved into a chaotic battlefield that covers the whole range, it must not be someone like her. As expected. Because the initial attack was carried out by the smoky face, and. In view of the number of deaths and injuries, the attack at that time must have been a great success, and the strength and behavior trends it showed were bound to be scary.

The maker of the smoky face is the 51st district that once cooperated with.

Fifty-one district has already begun to move, the movement is somewhat unexpectedly rapid. It feels more like the style of Nazi blitz. However, two days ago, it gave people a feeling that they were not ready yet.

As for the disconnection of other members such as John Bull, I think, in addition to the movements in the 51st district, it is more because of the mysterious incident at the bus rest point. Under circumstances that I could not observe, the people and the people of Doomsday Truth, Nazis, and other mysterious organizations came into a fierce collision. after that. So it is "incapable" to deal with the smoky face event?

After all, the situation at the time, John Bull also said that the "limited wish" involving the doomsday truth is inevitable, so it can only be used well.

Judging from Gregya's description, there is chaos in Las Vegas at this time. But for us intruders. It is precisely because everyone else is "missing", but it makes the presence of the 51 area more prominent, and the situation on the surface is also very clear-the 51 area should be the first bird.

And their ultimate goal is also the easiest to confirm, as John Bull said-their determination to get this Las Vegas repeater is stronger than other forces. Of all the forces that really want to get a repeater, it is also the most powerful one. Instead, other member organizations, such as the Netball, ostensibly played the banner of the Las Vegas repeater. However, its attitude is very vague as to how it is regarded as a "strategy." Snatching, destroying, and obstructing others-of the three most likely behaviors, because of the torchlight, its unique deviation is mysterious, making the last one more likely.

Now, the goal of the Doomsday Truth is also clear. They actually do n’t care about the Las Vegas repeater itself, but have other goals.

The information brought by Carmen also proves that the Nazis intended to abandon the Las Vegas repeater, and intended to sacrifice the entire repeater to fully cultivate the nightmare monster and alienated Youjiang in the depths of Las Vegas.

As for other mysterious organizations, such as Black Nest, and personal behaviors, such as Father Edward, they are not so clear. However, in theory, they must wait for the opportunity before it is possible from the Internet, Doomsday Truth, Nazi and Under the mouth of a large mysterious organization like the 51st district.

Internally, in addition to the cyber ball, there are other large organizations, such as the Torchlight and the Daily Sun, as well as medium-sized mysterious organizations that exceed their scale in action, such as the Mercenary Association. What will they do after showing a clear split? Judging from the attitude given by John Bull, the torchlight and the day-to-day person, because they already have this level of communication in advance, will still stand on the side of the network ball to maintain a thick group form. The people of the Mercenary Association, to be honest, have not communicated with me all the time. However, judging by their style of action, they will definitely enter the middle of the war like a sharp blade. There are even people from Asian mystery circles. After all, in the illusion of doomsday, the whisperer represents Asia and occupies a permanent seat in the country. However, from the past, Asia has not been very involved in European and American affairs. Even if it involves something like a repeater this time, it probably still maintains a consistent bystander attitude.

"So, as soon as the fifty-one zone stops, the chaos will stop?" After I briefly analyzed, Gregia couldn't help asking.

"Do you know ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the specific circumstances of those people who were attacked by the smoky face? Realistically." I asked.

Gregia was silent for a moment, and said, "It has disappeared, and, because a large part of them are the residents of Las Vegas in reality, so the sudden disappearance of these people has caused a lot of Big impact. There are rumors that the corpses were not taken away in general, but the corpses were taken away by organs. The deceased's location of these people's hiding places is very accurate, just like one is monitoring them. "

"In this attack, the deceased were all pre-selected." I think it can only be explained in this way.

"How is it possible!" Gregia was horrified. "We have done a good job of our intelligence. And, they want so many corpses, and they still take the corpses in a targeted way. What are we going to do?"

"In short ... If you go online during this period, you better stay in the bar. People in the 51st area are still not going to commit crimes in the bar." I said, "I still have some things To deal with it, you may not be able to take into account the situation here. "(To be continued ...)

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