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I talked to Mitsui Tsukazu about my thoughts and tried to use words to influence their judgment. Under normal circumstances, the three people's psychological knowledge and life experience must be able to avoid the influence of words. But now they don't have many choices, the pressure of the environment is almost beyond their psychological capacity. In the face of the predicament of death at any time, the three have the professional psychological adjustment ability, and the limit they can reach is only the limit of ordinary people.

I judged that I have a 80% possibility to affect them. The actual situation is also developing as I thought. They don't know much about Dr. Ruan Li's actual situation, most of them are hearsay, and getting along the way before reaching the peninsula has a greater impact on them. I elaborated on the advantages of Dr. Ruan Li, but I did not hide the disadvantages, but only relied on words to highlight the advantages. This is the simplest psychological application, but at this time the effect is as good as expected.

Although all three people worked for the seminar for a few days, their understanding of the seminar was still superficial, and even more confused by the darkness. Admittedly, the seminar is not a simple and just group of researchers, but viewed from the perspective of ordinary people, it is not as cruel as they think, and its degree is still only a research organization that conducts some taboo research, and such a research organization In fact, there are many in the normal world. Those who come to participate in this seminar should basically understand the characteristics of this kind of organization, and they should be well aware of the endurance. The problem is that they confuse the dark side of the mysterious organization with the seminar.

In fact, in my opinion, even three people really continue to participate in the research of the seminar. If it were n’t like Mitsui Tsukazu, he had hit the sacrifice ceremony because of luck, otherwise. They are probably just ordinary researchers, and it is impossible to have direct contact with mysterious organizations. really. Is the source of the problem still a bias effect? I think so.

There are indeed many doubts in Mitsui Tsukazu, but I feel that they have no bad thoughts in themselves. Even if there are doubts, they are at best used by others.

Three people considered my proposal, and there was another silence in the living room. But I know, when they are silent. There is no reason to refuse. The more I think on the basis of the information I provide, the more I will come to the conclusions I tell them. This is very normal, and the effect of words is also reflected in this place-not to let them follow the speaker's thinking. Go, but let them figure out the logic the speaker wants.

The "talker" judged by is better at this kind of thing, but, as others have said, words can be performed by anyone. The basic conditions are nothing more than simple experience and psychological knowledge.

After a while, Mitsui Tsukazu seemed determined. He gritted his teeth and said: "I'll go back with you. This is the only chance. Since I can't leave the peninsula, even if I stay here. It won't be really safe. There won't be a safe place on this peninsula. If Ruan Li The doctor ’s ability to protect us is the best news. "

The fortuneteller and fitness coach glanced at each other, and silently nodded, said: "We are the same." Then the three looked at each other, and then embarrassed and depressed smile. In order to escape the darkness and survive, they escaped from the mental hospital. But today it is still for the same purpose and has to go back. This of course will not give people any good feelings.

"When will you leave?" I asked.

"Ten hours later, we also need to rest. We haven't slept well for a long time." The fitness coach showed a tired look. "Once you close your eyes, it feels like you can't open them anymore."

It's not just a fitness instructor alone. I realized that the pressure that the three people have been under has been greater than they thought. Their state really cannot guarantee their lives. Back to the psychiatric hospital is not the end of the action, but just the beginning of the action. In the mental hospital, there are more abnormalities and dangers waiting for us. Even if it is me, I cannot guarantee when Dr. Ruan Li will contact, and before then, all problems must be solved by ourselves. I personally have no problem, but Mitsui Tsukazu, the fortune teller and the fitness instructor are just ordinary people.

After the goal was set, the three immediately disbanded, each found a place to live, and lay down to sleep. They did not dare to separate and never returned to the bedroom. I looked out of the window with thunderstorms and used chain judgment to make sure that the three people gradually fell asleep. The dark sky is difficult to distinguish between day and night. The only tools that can judge the time are only clocks and the like. Before that, after a few days and nights, it has been blurred in my mind. What happened during these times was as high as a mountain. Small incidents that seemed to have nothing to do with each other were also connected in series by more clues, just like pearls were stringed into necklaces, forming a specific ring shape, and then It became a shackle, and it was tightly bound on everyone's neck and neck on this peninsula.

I looked at the clock. It was already midnight, and the scene from the window could not be distinguished at all. The torrential rain turns the accumulated water into a stream. Open the window. In addition to the sound of rain, you can hear the sound of the puddle in the distance. Without this large forest, it is really worrying whether it will cause a mudslide. Maybe at this time, the area near the lake has been overrun by the expanding water. From time to time, in my mind, the scene of a log cabin by the lake will appear-all of them are just my illusions.

I seemed to hear someone talking in the air, there were some blurry images outside the window, like peeping at the villa, and it seemed as if something ghostly was passing through the wall. For a while, everything I saw in the house was there Transfiguration-This is still just my illusion.

Hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, as if they were some real-life things, the distorted image is like a curved mirror causing a mirror image distortion, which becomes a little scary. In this case, I don't know how much I have experienced in the past. If only the mental problems of the patients with doomsday syndrome are enough, but my situation seems to be a little special. The appearance of this illusion is more like a "jiang" problem.

I sat across from Zhenjiang, leaned down slightly, and grabbed her hands. Zhenjiang seems to feel nothing. The godless eyes look carefully, like a bottomless abyss. She was still talking about the words I didn't understand, but it wasn't all that way. Sometimes she mentions me, but it sounds like it is in another world. And another one I talk about. She seems to be remembering the past, and these pasts, my identities in these pasts, all I have no memory. For her, those memories are beautiful, and she is like a mental patient, indulging in the beauty that seems to be illusory.

I don't know what she said in this neurotic chatter. Whether it is really the "Gaochuan" past, but obviously, this past is different from what I know. However, her feelings are sincere and even fanatical.

She laughs from time to time, at this time, she is clearly beside me, but the soul seems to float on the other side that I can't grasp.

There are also some secret words that seem to involve the multi-personality of "Jiang". At this time, she seems to be sorting out the administrator of the personality network. Looks serious and serious.

Zhenjiang is changeable and uncertain, more like a mental patient than me. Even me. It is impossible to know what is happening in her spiritual world. I sometimes think that maybe all of my memories at this time are wrong, but instead what this Jiang Zhen unconsciously revealed is the correct "Gaochuan" past.

However, just thinking about it.

Because people who are not too mentally ill will not experience themselves for themselves. And understand everything from it as illusion, but take the mental patient's whisper as real.

The only thing that makes me happy is. Even in Zhenjiang's raving, the "Gaochuan" past, which is completely different from my cognition. It is still with Zhenjiang, as close as a relative.

Our relationship is like no matter whether it is normal or abnormal, it can't be cut off.

It ’s just that this unusually intimate and ardent feeling, like magma, sometimes burns me-I stroke my left eye, and I ca n’t forget that Zhenjiang dug out my eyeballs and stuffed my own eyes into it The scene in my eyes. From that time on, it was like some kind of mysterious ritual was being held, and a deeper bond in my soul was written in my soul.

However, I didn't feel depressed about this kind of thing long ago. She loves me deeply, this is undoubtedly, and the bond between me and her is far more unshakable than others seem.

As long as there is love, even if it is a little bloody, a little fearful, a little confusing, it is not a problem.

I was quietly immersed in a speechless warmth, and only at this time, everything in my head was only the real river in front of me. The miscellaneous thoughts caused by the forced thinking at ordinary times seem to be completely squeezed out of the mind by the figure of Zhenjiang, and even the horror and crisis caused by the floating illusions outside the body have become discolored and pale. There is no deterrent.

I don't know how long after that, Zhenjiang's hand suddenly moved, she broke free of my grip, held my chin with both hands, and gently stroked my face. With a deep, contented and burning eye, she passed her fingers through the corners of my eyes, making me subconsciously shudder, as if she would dig out my eyes.

However, she just stayed in my left eye for a moment, making a nervous laugh.

"Achuan, my Achuan ..." She sighed, and at this moment, she really looked at me.

"Jiang." I said, but I don't know what to say, as if all feelings can be conveyed only by looking at each other, not by words.

My left eye began to twitch frantically, severe pain, as if predicting something.

At this moment, all hallucinations and auditory hallucinations receded like tide, and the flash of the storm lightened the living room. I felt a mysterious and dangerous breath, and I couldn't help fighting it. Mitsui Tsukazu, the fortune teller and the fitness instructor are completely engulfed in unconsciousness, as if no matter what happened, they cannot be awakened. I intuitively pushed them, and as expected, they were still alive, but there was no movement.

The danger has arrived quietly.

I looked around and the chain judged that the whole villa was covered. I do n’t know when the water has penetrated into the gate. You must know that the threshold of this villa is three steps higher than the ground. From the window, although there is a lot of water on the ground, it is definitely not submerged by a step. The water that has penetrated into the door at this time is obviously abnormal.

As if my observations activated the abnormality of the accumulated water itself, these waters suddenly boiled, generally bubbling while tumbling, each bubble has the size of an egg, and when it breaks, there are countless types of unknown The weird beetle emerged from it. The number of these weird beetles has grown to several hundred in one breath.

I grabbed Zhenjiang and put it on my back. Then I grabbed Mitsui Tsukazu, the fortune teller and the fitness trainer, kicked the window and jumped out.

Landed on the ground, the water splashed, as I saw in the house, even the insteps of the feet could not be overrun. When I turned to look at the front door, I also didn't see the water flowing through the three steps and penetrated into the door. Instead, I saw a group of beetles that piled up and wriggled in a disgusting form.

Where is the real enemy? Before I could find it out, the beetle outside the door immediately spread like a carpet and kept coming to me. In the room next to the room where the lights were still on, a shadow flashed over and a curse was spoken. The angry voice looked strange and rude. Before I spoke, the other party had smashed the window and rolled to the ground with a beetle.

"Asshole! Even the ghost thing was released ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Hearing the tone, he seems to know what this is, and his true identity seems to be a mysterious expert. He glanced at me and shouted: "Come and help! "Probably because of the critical situation, the imperative tone was full of anxiety. But the next moment, he was chewed into a blood man by the beetle on his body, and a large piece of skin fell off his face. If you use a quick swipe, you can still Save him. However, this person feels unfriendly to me. Maybe the previous guess is correct. He hid in the villa next to him to observe our situation.

I followed my instincts, unfolded in a blink of an eye, and led everyone to a further distance, and ignored the angry and sad howling behind me. Because the villa area can be used as a reference to locate other places, the coordinates of the target location have been established in mind.

No matter what happens, going to a mental hospital is the highest priority. (To be continued)

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