Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Chapter 1495: Humanoid tide

The active consciousness walk, the grotesqueness presented in the alienated Youjiang ideological world, is making my memory have a strange linkage. w (ww .. Although it is impossible to isolate this attack and to find out the context, but the idea of ​​"anything will happen in the walk of consciousness" makes me not surprised by my anomalies. Just do it from the beginning If you are ready to imagine that "the situation will certainly exceed expectations", anyone can calm down.

I have confidence in my ability to bear.

The enemy is not in sight. Although the alienation of Youjiang is still increasing, it does not mean that where I am, it is where her power strikes.

It is also possible that when I entered her ideological world, she also reversely entered my ideology. Although in theory, the conscious walks of the two sides will not fight each other, and when I was invaded by her ideology, I would not feel it at all when they entered, but since this fact is born, then, find out its Before the cause, we must first face the crisis brought about by this fact.

I am not a real conscious walker, so I have always been deeply alert to the situation I have encountered before. While the thought is still flashing, the invisible passage of skimming has been formed.

I crossed the side of the alienated Youjiang with the shortest distance and ran straight.

Even the sweeping in the ideological world can also reflect all the characteristics of sweeping. For me, this is undoubtedly a good card.

However, there seems to be other troubles to walk away from consciousness at this time.

What stopped me from going forward was still the door that came when I came. When I came, they were tightly closed, and when I returned, they were still tightly closed, which is a very different scene from my past consciousness walk. In the past, after these "doors" were opened, they would not close themselves again, and the current situation is also a very strong counterattack for me-when the route is cut off by these gates. No matter how fast it is, it must stop.

Every pause, every time you reopen the door, it will consume more time. These gates are stacked one upon another, with almost no gaps. It also makes the swept lose the meaning of degree-the distance between two points is passed at the fastest degree, which is the high meaning of existence, but if the distance between two points is infinitely close to zero, the meaning of high movement And the effect will be weaker.

This is not the vast world outside, but a narrow passage. Said it was "narrow." ╪╪┡┡┢╪╪. (. The visual experience may not be very deep. For example, forgetting to the left and right is an endless spatial extension. Even there is no one at the foot that limits where you must go "Road", however, "door" is yes, it stands there, push it open, you can go deep or exit. This is the meaning of "door" originally.

Each conscious walker probably has his own unique method of walking. And my consciousness walk is completed by the form of "passing through the door", some people may feel that there is no need to fix any form, but in fact, if there is no form, then it is really confused, no Know how to complete the "walk of consciousness" movement.

For me, "opening a door to the depths of the mind" is a way to gradually penetrate into the other party's ideological world. It may not be the best, but it is the one I can understand the most. You must let yourself understand. To do it, to do it, this is what I think is the most significant difference between consciousness walking and activity in the physical world-of course. Depending on the actual situation, there are many complex and changeable situations.

However, under normal circumstances, the "opening door" conscious walking method will not change, even at this moment. This kind of formality has indeed caused me considerable obstacles. No, maybe I should think so, it is alienated You Jiang who has seen through my conscious walking style and used this form of embodiment to arrange the obstacles in front of him.

Ideological things are too weird and clever, so it is a dangerous and uncertain factor for any mysterious expert. I had this kind of cognition in the past, and now this cognition has become more profound.

Every time I open the door, I can clearly feel my memory, just like the lake water that has been muddyed by the shovel, not only forgetting, ignoring, unaware, all the things that subconsciously avoid are overflowing Come out, there are some more pictures that I originally thought I did n’t know, and even really surprised me, they began to appear in my mind-I always have a question, when something makes me feel strange, never encountered After that, it suddenly appeared in my mind. So, are these things "illusions" or "lost memories"? Was it "implanted"? Was it "awakened"?

I pushed open the "door" and tried my best to move forward, but the huge and invisible shovel waved more violently, and the frequency of stirring the silt always made me feel dull. These things that were forcibly turned out of the silt of memory flashed away with the time to reflect, and disappeared like a bubble. This is uncomfortable as opposed to the rapid expansion of thoughts. If the forced thought is too intense, it will People feel that their heads will explode at any time, so the rapid presentation and disappearance of these memories will only make people feel deeply "digested".

It was not eaten, but the nutrients that constituted the soul were stolen, devoured, and digested by foreign objects that were not their own-their nausea and terror could not be compared with any description, even if they were described by the words "extreme" and "very" , Can not accurately describe one or two. ┞╪═┝═╞. ".

This violent and negative feeling forced me to open a "door" in front of me more desperately, but even if I wanted to concentrate everything I added, I couldn't actually do it. The memories brought about by the stirring The unclear chain reaction cannot be ignored by one's own subjective will. That kind of anxiety that keeps on delaying won't happen because you are prepared. All emotions and thoughts, like a derailed train, do not know where to rush, nor can it be stopped, but it is enough to make people realize that "it will never be a good thing."

Suddenly, I heard the voice behind. The sound is so weird, as if the sound of a sticky liquid is surging, it can be felt only from the sound, it is an "extremely large amount". I couldn't help but look back, and I only saw a wave like a wave made up of piles of figures.

Those figures are all alienated from Youjiang. The only difference is that these figures have been deformed by squeezing each other, as if there is no bone, and it seems to go from the epidermis to the inside. They are all kneaded with soft glue, just like the soft clay baked by the stove and pinched into a human form, and they are like asphalt poured into the mold, but the mold is pulled out before it solidifies. The soft collapsed human form has a number far beyond the range that can be counted. Unordered stacking, intertwined with each other, the head seems to be squeezed out of a pile of hands and feet, and it is not clear which hands and feet come from a specific body.

These alienated Youjiang figures are all expressionless faces. And the female face that originally had a weird beauty. It also deforms in a violent squeeze, losing all its beauty, leaving only weirdness and distortion.

That is not a "human" or even a "monster", it is just a "distorted humanoid shape". This cognition, at the first sight of this tide of human form, could not help but rush into my heart.

It's too scary, too distorted, too weird, but the more you watch. The more I can't look away, as if there is a power to grab my heart, make my bones creak, and make the body's secretion unregulated, but these abnormal feelings are just addictive. The more you feel the ingredients, the more you cannot extricate yourself. I know that I have no pleasure at all. Only nausea and fear, but when nausea and fear are at their extreme, will people indulge in this distortion?

I turned to open the door again. Every time you open a door, you always feel that this is the last door, but after opening, there is only another door in close proximity. I pushed away again, and it appeared again, as if it would never end. How many doors did you open? I suddenly couldn't remember clearly. However, there is a feeling of "more than before". This feeling is desperate, as if this is a trap, and I can never open all these doors because they are "infinite."

In front is the seemingly endless "door", behind which is the weird tide of desperate human beings, memory is stirred, thinking cannot be stopped, and the soul is also "digested", there is no feeling that makes me feel better There is no one that does not make me feel hopeless and fearful. I feel like I have no way to escape, I can't find a specific target of attack even in a battle.

But isn't this a familiar feeling?

When this rhetorical question sounded in my heart, it was so cold and calm. In that chaotic, tumultuous thinking and emotion, its solitude made me unable to ignore its existence. No, it should be said that when everything is chaotic, disordered, desperate and fearful, such a cold and calm question is set off to make it stand out.

I feel like my time is frozen at this moment.

Are these despairs and fears born out of weirdness, distortion, powerlessness, and inability to escape, not just when facing the "virus" and "jiang", not when the doomsday syndrome is written, have you always been with you? Although the desperate, distorted and terrifying scenes presented are different, sometimes there are some specific images, sometimes not, but aren't the same emotions produced in the end?

Or, can the levels of despair and terror exist? No, I answered to myself, of course not. There is no difference between despair and extreme despair, as does fear and extreme fear. For others, it may be used to describe the difference in degree, but "despair" is already the most extreme description, and the "fear" born with "despair" is also the most extreme. Species.

So why do you panic?

Ah, because, did I forget anything?

However, even if the specific memories disappear in the face of mystery, but the emotions generated by those memories have not changed from beginning to end. Despair is still despair, fear is still fear, nothing has changed into anything, and there is no sign of fading.

Who has said that the oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

From this oldest and strong emotion, I felt what I had never lost. No, it should be said that it is precisely because I can strongly feel that I am losing many things, but let the thing that has not changed and always existed, and the things that have not been stripped out increasingly exude the texture of its existence.

Although it can be felt, it cannot be described. Although it is in my depths, it is impossible to describe where it is. That seems to be the depth, also the depth of consciousness, and the depth of the soul trying to describe the essence of self. Except that "it exists" is known, any other factors that describe its existence are unknown.

The connection between it and me seemed to be nothing but despair and fear. Despair and fear are the only two lines connecting me and it. These two lines are invisible and tough. It seems that I have been there since I have life, but only sometimes, Ignore the past. Fear and despair seem to be transmitted from it, but when I feel despair and fear, I can follow these two lines to feel its existence.

What is it?

it is--

"Jiang!" I couldn't help shouting. I couldn't tell what kind of emotion my scream was carrying. This emotion was so chaotic and full-bodied, and so full of sight. I seem to have countless times, calling the name like now, so how many times? I can't remember. Although I yelled out the name, I couldn't feel the feeling of "fortunate" and "saved" at all. Instead, after calling out the name ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the only two lines connecting us-despair and fear-tremble with horror.

It is awakening, just a "wake-up" activity, which makes the colors of despair and fear more lively and vivid. Compared with it, it seems that the violent despair and fear before it are all "dead" .

However, the liveliness and vividness of despair and fear cannot make people feel happy at all.

It seemed to be an indescribable huge thing with no concrete shape. From the abyss beneath the deep sea, from the distant and infinite darkness, a trivial tentacle was lifted up. However, even what is insignificant to it is completely out of the load where I am.

I failed to push the door open. I can't do anything. Everything I can see is still at this moment, and even the tide of human form is frozen in a posture about to fall.

The indescribable red, like dyeing, blooms from a certain point in the space and devours everything in an instant. (To be continued.)

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