Twisted Saya, abstract lines, operate in a way that cannot be observed under normal conditions, changing, entangled. Father Edward turned into a line of shadows, and Novsky turned into a line of light, becoming part of this messy scene, and they can no longer be distinguished from it. I can only feel the deep, gloomy, gloomy and not horrible horror from the grotesque phenomenon, the picture full of symbolism and abstract ideology. There are various illusions born in my mind, and there are so many sounds echoing in my mind, making it impossible for me to distinguish between my observation and my own cognition to generate these pictures and sounds, or It is these external pictures and sounds that have squeezed into my mind in an extraordinary way.

I know all of this has a real meaning, but I can't sort out the truth behind them. I can think, but I ca n’t prove whether the object of thinking is real or illusion. I ca n’t accurately define what I feel, nor can I observe and find the hidden logic in it-I do n’t even think they are logical, although not It is pure chaos and chaos, and there must be a law in it, but this law seems to be hidden outside its own thinking framework, and no matter who comes to observe, no matter how deep the observer ’s knowledge and wide-ranging cognition are, The phenomena are bound to be outside the frame of thinking of this observer. Thus, "incomprehensible" was reached in such a relative.

This is "beyond human intelligence", I can only think so. My cognition is superficial, and my wisdom is superficial, but who can be called a wise man in the face of such concepts as "infinite unknown" and "relatively known unknown"? The science education I received since I was a child has taken up a huge proportion in my knowledge of the world. Even in the mystery, it is inevitable to bring in some scientific common sense to judge. Think about it, and now I feel like I'm witnessing the real meaning of subversion. It may be possible to define its existence, but it can never be dissected by scientific logic.

Science is not science and technology. Science is a logical worldview and methodology for recognizing the world and transforming the world. If the doomsday illusion is actually observed from the hospital, the doomsday illusion can also be summarized by science. But being in a doomsday illusion, only considering what is happening in the closed environment inside the doomsday illusion and appearing in front of me, I have to think so stupid. Mystery is mystery, something outside the framework of "scientific worldview and methodology".

Regarding the illusion of doomsday as a world constructed by the "collective consciousness" of patients with apocalyptic syndrome relative to the reality of the hospital, and seeing the mystery in the illusion of doomsday as the result of deep interaction of collective consciousness, such an approach would seem on the surface A bit scientific, but if there is no experience of hospital reality, if the hospital reality is in the eyes of others, is it just an "illusion"? For the world in which it exists, the observed world. What is the meaning of "science" for others who only have "doom illusions", such as fire escape, files, John Bull and rivets? Just like Dr. Ruan Li from this repeater world told me. In her eyes, I said that the recorded doomsday illusion or the hospital reality is just an illusion for me and others. For her, there is only one real world in her, which is what I see The world of repeaters.

So, is her vision "limited", or are I and others a group of "mental patients"?

These questions cannot be answered from a scientific level that I can understand. I don't get the answer that can be recognized by myself at the level of occultism that I recognize. I vaguely realized that they exist only in the category of philosophy. However, so stupid me. How can you see the answers you want from such a tormenting philosophy?

I think, keep thinking. When you can't get an answer anyway, when you can't understand and the unsolvable problems become more and more, thinking is no longer fun, more like a nightmare that can't get rid of. However, thinking has been unable to stop by itself, the problem is like the split of the virus, one becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, multiplies like a power, just like my world, it is from this one The question is not filled with answers. The original seemingly simple and simple world seems to be distorted by these questions into a terrible monster. It makes me feel at a loss, I do n’t know where to go deep into it, and explore the true absolute meaning. "Real".

I ca n’t interfere with the phenomenon in front of me, too many thoughts, too many thoughts, while I am observing, it is like a flood that strikes the invisible dam in my mind. I feel like I am going crazy, but I ca n’t stop myself. . There are many memories similar to this time in my mind, such as when fighting the moon god, or in the past when facing the unknown body, the inexplicable fear, not only at this moment I have personal experience In the past, every Gaochuan also had a similar experience.

I have always known that as long as I do n’t struggle with these problems, I can relax myself as long as I stop thinking. However, when I encounter such a terrible mystery, I ca n’t even stop thinking. No, maybe in a sense, this kind of thinking movement like a nova explosion, a torrent of turbulence that cannot be restrained by itself, is the deepest horror for any wise man brought by these mysteries.

Unable to get an answer, unable to stop, unable to understand, and constantly self-denying, as if suffocating in a quagmire, as if being in a mist that can only be felt but not clear, as if it was a balloon, and it was constantly being injected The incredible gas called the "mystery" is constantly expanding and twisting, and then I feel that there is nothing in the original, the inexplicable monster hiding in it, I am being peeped by them, playing with, devouring Take a closer look, these monsters are made up of "questions" one after another-however, all this is like an illusion that you feel.

When it swells to a limit-I think it's about to reach its limit-it will explode and be crazy.

It is useless to close your eyes and not to look. There is no way to move your body if you want to escape. In other words, in this over-expanded thinking, the body's sense of existence is too small to confirm.

I can't tell. Whether you are on the peninsula or in a dream, beside Saya. Still inside Saya. Saya is no longer what I saw before, when I endure. It seems to have become a part of the whole space. It exists in my front, back, left, right, up, down, in the phenomenon that I can see, in the feeling that I cannot see but can feel, maybe still exists in I ca n’t see or feel it, but I can imagine it, and even more, it ’s beyond my imagination.

The only thing I can be sure of is. Saya still exists, it has become incredible, but it has not stopped changing, or even if it has become an indescribable thing at this moment, it is still in a process of transformation. The key to stopping it, or promoting it, and ultimately determining its behavior lies in the three heavenly courtyards, coconut palms, Father Edward and Novsky.

Although I cannot observe, I cannot distinguish the state and behavior of these three. However, they can imagine how violently they attack and defend in the unobservable range. Capture and be captured, guard and be guarded. Offensive and defensive, these actions cannot be described, but they must not only be an imagination, but the actual ongoing situation.

Of course, the four-day courtyard Gaya and Novsky are alliances. Father Edward is alone, but it is difficult to make people think that he will be defeated in front of this alliance. Because the impression of Father Edward is too mysterious and too profound. It's too powerful for people to spy on his depth and the power that can really burst out. Even. The enemy he is facing is a monster with 51 repeater support. On the other hand, it is also conceivable that in this world of repeaters, the power of the repeaters in the 51st area must be limited, and in the evaluation, the alliance between the four-day courtyard Ganoderma and Novowski was necessary. The power possessed is further weakened.

I tried my best to transfer the over-reproduction thinking to the imagination and deduction of the battle between the three, and to keep these thinking away from the individual problems and the monster illusion composed of the inexplicable problems. The indescribable form of the word releases fear. Because of this, one must not "look at it". This so-called watch is not "witness", but "don't even think about it." For me at this time, even "not thinking" is doing my best, and I can't guarantee it. Since a very early time, not all thinking has been controlled by oneself.

I tried my best to imagine a scene more recognizable by myself. In this scene, the scene of the battlefield was as magnificent and grotesque as possible, with many things that exist only in imagination. In four fantasy courtyards, Gamma Coconut, Novsky, and Father Edward, with only one impression-like human figure, intertwined, transformed, attacked, injured, and shouted in this fantasy scene. With an invisible look, a hot and confused expression, it is as if different colors are changing. They flash, reverberate, and shuttle in a space where there is no separation between heaven and earth, from human form to non-human form, and from non-human form to a vague concept. In the final fantasy, all the images have lost form, and there is only one definition, which exists in the battlefield in a "meaning" and "concept" way, replaced by one after another, just like the Four Heavens Academy Coconut is no longer a person, but just a name like "Four Heaven Courtyard Coconut".

The texts describing concepts and meanings float in the void, they intersect with each other, collide, sometimes destroy other texts, and sometimes break into more texts. As a result, the dense text has formed a waterfall in my mind, sometimes bottom-up, sometimes top-down, sometimes forming a vortex, and sometimes bursting from the inside, each word can form a new meaning with the upper, lower, left and right words Each word can form a new sentence with connected words, but there is no connection between adjacent meanings and meanings, and there is no clear expression between sentences and sentences by position. It seems that it is correct to jump and read the words and words. It is also describing the unreasonable battlefield. It seems to pick out a few words to form new words that have never been seen before. It is also meaningful, even to split these words. It is divided into several parts, and these parts are reorganized into a new font structure. This new word is also meaningful.

I can't understand its meaning, but I can feel the bias of winning and losing. Although it is my own imagination and my own illusion, I feel that the real battlefield change is just like what I am imagining, as if the information on the battlefield has been transformed into an unobservable sensory experience, which has become my imagination . It is "the things that are actually carried out become my imagination", not "the things I imagine".

Si Tian Yuan was so embarrassed when he was eaten by Saya, but like her echo, all this was just the beginning of another strategy. Father Edward fell into Gu from this, but not completely beyond his expectations. Novsky ’s chaos is the plan of the 51st district, but it is also expected by Father Edward-all this ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I imagined, there is no evidence, but from the feeling of self Say, as I saw and heard with my own eyes.

When Si Tianyuan ’s incarnation of Mary worked for the 51st district, she knew more about repeaters than the other two. She experienced the predecessor of the repeater, “Night of Valpus”. The changes in Guoyoujiang and Alienation Youjiang participated in the formation of the repeater, and once acted as a human column, and experienced the difference between the night of Valpus and the repeater. She has collaborated with Gao Chuan and different types of mysterious experts, and has been hostile. It is also a grotesque factor of mysterious events and exists in a world that many mysterious experts cannot explore. All her experiences have become her power at this time. She can be a monster or a human being. The existence and thinking change between the two. For her, it is as natural and simple as breathing. Therefore, her control of Black Water is far more than that of Father Edward ’s expectations, and the Black Water under her control is not erosive to Saya, even if it is in Saya. After combining with mandala. She knew that the enemy she really wanted to defeat was not Saya. What she needed to do was not compete for control of Blackwater. There is one and only one enemy, Father Father Edward himself.

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