I walked deeper and shallower in the **** mud, and the closer I got to that weird thing, the more I felt its size. ◎, the distance between me and it and the volume of what I saw it no longer meet the proportions in common sense. What I can see is that it increases at a rate of one hundred times the distance, as if to pierce the endless dark Sky. My vision soon could not accommodate all of it, and even one-tenth of the outline could not be included. When I came to a place about a hundred meters below it, all I could see was that it was bare The tiny part of the rhizome on the ground. This huge and weird object, just because I ca n’t see everything, it seems to be able to describe the part that is present in front of my eyes at this time. The vicissitudes of life, instead of appearing to be sloppy, are still filled with the tenacity of life.

It cannot remind me of more things. In the past, I could always use strange sights, strange phenomena, and unusual appearances to associate with many things that seemed to be related to them. My thoughts could not be stopped at all. My heart was always restless and full In addition to speculation, reasoning and cranky thinking, my emotions also fluctuated through these thoughts. I will be troubled, sad, joyful and crying, and will make decisions and make emotional decisions.

However, all this disappeared when I was close to this strange thing and when I could not see all of it.

I feel calm, even if I surround myself, it is full of unknown and restless **** muddy and dark sky like abyss. Only me and this strange thing existed, which was obviously not a normal situation but I still felt the peace in my heart. This calmness is like the clean spring of Juanjuan. Flowing out of my brain, pouring the soul, let me know that my situation is full of danger, but feel that this is a rare beautiful dream since I came into contact with mystery.

I seem to realize that there is no sunshine at all, but I can smell the sunshine. Feel the warmth of the sun as if it penetrated the layers of foliage. It was cut to pieces and spattered on me. This is not what I saw, but just a feeling that made me want to moan, lethargic, and blank in my head.

I seem to hear the sound quite a bit. I didn't imagine these sounds, I just thought I heard them. The voice whispered in the ear, as if walking through a secluded country street, what left-behind people moved. While talking, the sound penetrated the wooden partition that exudes odor, and passed to the ear of my pedestrian, full of slow and idle charm. It also made me unable to think more. Just indulge in this after rhyme.

I'm almost going to sleep on this. However, at the next moment, deep-rooted vigilance pulled back my wits, and forced me to change a bad angle full of conspiracy theories and threats, to see such a change. If I really fell asleep, What will happen

I can't stay here, the calm is wonderful. But I ca n’t catch it, because there is only an unpeaceful heart, the complex and full of urgency, the tense nerves, the cranky thoughts that make me restless, and the constant fermented sense of crisis has contributed to I have become what I am today, prompting me to find what I have to do but have n’t finished yet Yes, I ca n’t rest, I ca n’t rest before death, my plan has n’t been completed, I have n’t saved myself The person who loves has not yet been able to see the peaceful and beautiful world in his own observation.

I punched myself hard, and it hurt, but it was also calm. Blood ran quietly from the nasal cavity and gums. The tingling sensation made me bite my teeth and forced myself into greater pain. Use this pain to dispel that idle and comfortable feeling. At least at this time, I got the benefits of the doomsday truth proclaimed by Father Edwards. I was looking for my pain. Some people might say that it was self-abuse, but I could n’t bear it before I got rid of the one I love. relief. I live to die, live to die, maybe destiny is destined, but if this is stupid, what can I save, the path that must be followed, then, I am willing to bear, no, should be said, I bear it.

From this distance, every step forward, the peaceful beauty that is out of step with the sinister and strange scenes around me, the more moist and silently washing my heart, the voices whispering in the ear are not persuading me to give up. Persuasion, all those who want peace and tranquility, and want to be relieved, are undoubtedly expressing their hearts. The more consciously we reject the peace and beauty at our fingertips, the more we feel tired and painful, but these tiredness and pain have become the driving force supporting forward.

This short journey has become a long one in my mind. The more I resist, the more painful I am, the more I give up the peace from my heart, and the harder I think about the malicious things, the more I feel Own stupidity.

It is really stupid to make yourself painful in order to move forward. Obviously wanting to be calm, but throwing it away at your fingertips, and looking for the maliciousness that makes you miserable, it is really stupid.

I seemed to be in heaven, but instead looked for hell. I called to the "jiang" in my heart, calling the pain and fear it brought me. When did I reach the distance where I could reach this huge weird plant by reaching out, my memory seemed to have broken in the struggle of calm and pain.

I have never been so hard. My lungs seemed to be squashed and there was no more air. My throat is like a fire, my head is dizzy, and I feel that I can still stand as a miracle, and it is not like a mysterious expert who is light and healthy, but just an ordinary person who is fatigued. .

I once imagined that at this point, you might still encounter Youjiang, meet the Nazis, and meet more people, such as Dr. Ruan Li, Si Tian Yuan Jia coconut, Father Edward, all kinds of dead people, and even like giants. Saya and black water like the sea and so on. but. I still haven't seen them, nor can they feel their existence. As if they are all past tense, the fierce battle, the exhaustion of collective and personal wisdom and strength, the fight around the repeater and the monsters have long ended outside my observation, and I am in Here. The scene here. It's just the final result.

This is the world of ideology, but I do n’t know what kind of one, and where is the ideological world. There is only one thing I can be sure, that is, in this world of repeaters, the scenery that can be seen at the end is so monotonous, so contradictory, in addition to danger and strangeness, it is full of strong loneliness.

"I won't wait any longer." I said to myself. Those situations that may have occurred in the imagination did not appear, which made me so easy, maybe not easy, but it is here and now. It ’s really just me.

One person I thought, could not help but call "Jiang" in my heart.

For a moment, it was almost an illusion, and I felt my left eye move convulsively as if responding to the call.

"Don't wait, so be it." I said to myself again, tentatively raising my hand and I was not sure what to do next. The enemy is not specific. The hugeness of this strange thing also made me think that before attacking it, I should touch it. It is of course dangerous to come into contact with things that I cannot understand. Moreover, it is still in such an environment full of unknown, but I still feel that I must do so.

I didn't hesitate for too long, so I pressed my hand up. The touch of this strange object is as indescribable as its appearance, and it is impossible to compare any thing it has touched. It is like natural recognition that the nature of the two is essentially different, even if you want to It is impossible to find a similar feeling.

It is not soft or hard, and of course it is not soft or hard, but completely different from its own perception of "touch".

At first I just had a very different tactile impression, but I soon saw the light. When I saw the light, although the touch was still there, the entity of the touchable object disappeared, and even my environment disappeared instantly, as if the bubble had been pierced. I feel like I am floating in a place where there is nothing, because I can see the light, so I can judge that there is nothing but "darkness" around. The light I saw came from somewhere in the darkness. At a short interval, the darkness would emit a light. This light has a length, but how long is it, then It is difficult for me to describe.

From all directions, in the dark from top to bottom, these lights are moving towards the same core. However, I cannot confirm where this core is. Of course, the light can be filled with the medium of instruction. The end it can go to is the core, but I can only see the light passing by me. When it thinks of moving farther in front, it seems to be The far darkness covered the same quietly.

I looked carefully at these lights, and there was something changing in the light, but I couldn't see what it was like, like a human figure, sometimes one, sometimes countless. If something exists in each beam of light, then the quantity of these things is probably the same as the quantity of light, which is endless.

"This is a personality, a conscious personality is condensing, circulating, and shaping the world in reciprocation." A familiar voice suddenly came from behind me, "Achuan, do you remember the terrible place of white Claudia, just It ’s because it connects the infected person ’s spirit in a distorted way, separating the infected person ’s conscious and physical behaviors. What people think they did, but they did n’t actually do it. In fact, it ’s not like that. Although the mechanism that encourages the infected person to do various behaviors that are not consistent with their own wishes is still not understood, but what is certain is that the infected person does not feel that when they do bad things I did something bad myself. "

I didn't look back, because although I heard this voice, I couldn't feel her presence. I'm afraid that after turning my head, I won't see anything, and I will never hear this voice again.

"Mother" is Dr. Ruan Li.

"This is White Claudia's internal spiritual network and a place to store the personality information of all infected people. White Claudia, this kind of extraterrestrial life of unknown plant origin and body, will use this huge personality information , To shape what the infected person can observe, because the observation can be personally experienced, can affect himself and generate feedback, the real world is very incomparable. "Dr. Ruan Li's voice is so soothing and calm, does not seem to be answering My question is like telling a fantasy-filled story: "All patients who are sick due to the infection of White Claudia, the mental abnormalities are based on the differences that can be created to shape such a world. Change. What can come here is mental, consciousness, personality, etc. which are morbidly deteriorating to a certain degree, and what makes the lesion worse is the lesion. "

This description is familiar, just as what the researchers in the hospital actually said to me when I popularized the relationship between "virus" and "patients with doomsday syndrome" and the pathological changes.

"Disease distorts the spirit, and the distorted spirit enters the paradise of the self. Personality changes in this paradise. The changed personalities are connected to each other in the form of information ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ A new world has emerged. This new world belongs to the real world only for patients. "Dr. Ruan Li said," If you can understand what I have said, you must understand that this world must exist. Central. Any gathering will definitely form a centre, or it will be a centre that already exists, releasing gravity and contributing to the phenomenon of aggregation. "

"Mental integration device." I was reminded by Dr. Ruan Li that I couldn't help but think of the key to all the repeaters. Is the scene in front of me the way the mental integration device is working?

"Mental integration device" Dr. Ruan Li seemed to laugh, not very clear, but her voice did not stop: "The name is quite appropriate. Achuan, if there are no special circumstances, no patient can stand From the point of view of the bystander, we observe the scene in front of our eyes, because the spirit of all patients has existed in this scene from the beginning and is part of this scene. "

So, what happened, made me a "special situation" in Dr. Ruan Li's mouth? Is Dr. Ruan Li himself in this "special situation"? I can't help but wonder, if I just let me think, go Imagine that I can also give an uncertain answer, but I want to know how Dr. Ruan Li in this world of repeaters sees all this. To be continued. Mobile phone users please visit the mobile phone URL