I suddenly came to inspiration. I worked hard to write a book. I seemed to have forgotten the previous content, and there was a voice reminding me that this was the key turning point. In a certain chapter, there was a scalp hidden The hint of numbness, what I can guess, what I can imagine, what I can understand, what I know and see, what I can't see but can feel, material and realistic, Full of consciousness and symbolism, all are described with this pen. Then, I do n’t remember when I started writing pens and how I got the pens and paper.

I'm running in an adventure, being injured, falling, and dying, but as long as I want, I can always find paper and pen that can record my thoughts in this doomsday illusion. What I portray is not me, but it is me too. I was born from the former me, and now I am born from another surviving me. We are one, but separate. In the final analysis, we are only connected by the meaning of the name "Gaochuan", and this is the closest relationship in our cognition.

I looked up again across the window, like a black-and-white movie-like room. Dr. Ruan Li was like a ghost that only existed in the past, her silhouette accompanied by the flow of time-if time really flows-happened After a little bit of transformation, maybe this change is too slow and natural, and it gives people the illusion that she has not changed, but I can still compare the vivid past impressions in my mind and notice her changes.

How much time have I not spoken to her? It was n’t that I had different opinions and ideas for her in my heart, nor was it that I thought she was no longer her. She is indeed Dr. Ruan Li. I know her, and my heart is full of thoughts and emotions about her, but a strong intuition keeps me silent until she speaks. I can feel that she is staring at me from that room through the window, observing me, but I am not sure, she is watching me at this moment.

Everything in the repeater is weird. I have seen things that are too weird. Everything is like an illusion, but in the illusion, it is alluding to reality. They are all in one body. My instincts will definitely give me warnings, and I have become accustomed to everything that is strange, mysterious and dangerous, frightening, desperate and chaotic.

She is still staring at me, staring at me who is not here. From the content of my diary already, I heard the sound in my mind from that dim, and from the intuition that swept the sky like a swallow, I realized again that she was dead.

The person standing in front of me is not a living person or a dead person. Perhaps, it is just an illusion, a residue left in the end of the hospital's reality in the illusion of the end-yes, Dr. Ruan Li has been "virused" in the hospital's reality The infection turned into a doomsday syndrome patient and died. The residue she left in the doomsday illusion was saved because of the Las Vegas repeater. No, more precisely, this phantom in front of me is pulled. The Vegas Repeaters compete for the real winner.

And I am just a boarder and agent welcomed by this phantom.

The Las Vegas repeater moved in a certain direction under my conscious inclination, but it wasn't me that driven it, but Dr. Ruan Li driven it for me. When I thought of this, I felt a pain in my heart. Because I am willing to believe that even if Dr. Ruan Li died, he is still helping me in such an illusion.

I don't know if the plan I want to carry out is correct or wrong. I just hope that it will bring you a good end. However, it is also common for reality and hope to be inconsistent. It ’s also because I ca n’t be sure that I ’m 100% correct, so I long for another me and Dorothy to carry out another plan, even if in my mind, my correctness reaches 90%, and Dorothy ’s correctness is even one Chengdu. Less than.

My heart is shaking, but I don't intend to compromise. I don't want to entrust the final result to destiny, but I deeply feel how destiny has driven us to a set track from probability. In the face of that terrible future possibility, I need to keep telling myself "to believe in myself unwaveringly" in order to keep myself from going crazy.

I keep observing myself and comparing myself. Another Gaochuan's existence, recorded in the diary, his thoughts and choices are the best reference. From this reference, I know more than ever the vicious changes in my mind, spirit, psychology and other consciousness levels.

However, I also know very well that when I fell in love with her or it, it was already irreversible.

My thoughts were like wild horses, like a broken river, like a flood in the collapse of a river, screaming and roaring at the clear and understandable feelings and vague feelings. And the room on the other side of the window under my eyes, Dr. Ruan Li ’s image has become more and more distorted. She now has only one human figure. If you have not been watching her changes all the time, I am afraid to see this distorted form for the first time. At that time, I couldn't recognize her.

The more intense these changes from my own, from the foreign objects I have observed, the more I will feel a tension from my soul. It stretched tighter and tighter, like it was about to be triggered.

It is in this more tense feeling that I can feel that the Las Vegas repeater is quickly approaching the attractive point-it is not a commendable saying that it is full of attraction. Specifically, I can feel trap-like maliciousness and some kind of needle-threatening threat, and because of this feeling, I can be sure that it must be the most critical place in the situation I am facing, and This attraction is precisely in such a "critical" cognition.

Gradually, I couldn't help listening. In my mind, there is a melody rising, from tiny sounds like insects to clear ears. Deep inside "Gaochuan", deep inside my soul, that one is singing. It ’s like the wonderful performance of the characters in the ode to the drama, but also like the praise of the wonderful plot-in its observation, it appreciates the drama, it ca n’t wait to see the subsequent development, and I ca n’t resist .

I am gradually lost in this voice, and feel that it is so beautiful although it is terrifying and crazy and desperate.

Then, at a certain moment, I faintly heard the bell ringing.

At this moment, I know a thing stronger than ever: this is the bell of the New Year, and 1999 is coming!

I suddenly looked at the other wall, there seemed to be a clock there, but when I looked at it, there was nothing there, just a clean wall. But the bell sounded like a hallucination, still ringing in my ears, as if coming from that direction, from that wall.

Before the moment when the bell rang, what time was this doomsday illusion? What year and month? What time? I do not remember. Perhaps because of this, the feeling evoked by the cognition of "1999 has come" will be so powerful and profound, just like all the world I know, whether it is doomsday illusion or hospital reality, only in At this time, they arrived at an exact time coincidentally.

Before this moment, all the time was "false", and only the time of this moment is true and not false, and is the starting point of timing.

What I felt again, I took the time to write down with pen and paper:

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A figure like "Gao Chuan" walked between the buildings of the hospital. The moonlight has been buried by the cloudy clouds of the sky, as if it will rain at any time, the moisture in the air can be clearly felt only by sniffing the nose. Those figures cannot be staggered in the dim light and heavy shadows, and the exact number cannot be determined. They are like ghosts and monsters. At this time, walking in this form in the empty and as if hiding many inhumans In the world of things, it is as if they have come to their home court. If someone notices these figures and feels their movement, they will definitely feel fear in the bottom of their hearts-the figure itself is not terrifying, but just like people have no reason to be afraid of the silent dark night, it must be because of such a night. Such a movement, and feel overwhelmed.

They seemed to be fighting, hiding, but could not see their opponents-occasionally the shadow flashed, they seemed injured, and they seemed crazy, the shadow printed on the wall became distorted, full of pain, and then became Not a certain image of human form. In a faint voice, a creepy voice came out, like a monster roaring.

No one knows exactly what these silhouettes are doing and fighting against—but they are by no means the most bizarre of the strange things that have happened on this island in the hospital. From the past to the present, researchers in hospitals are trying to find "viruses", but with the passage of time, all progress has been blocked one by one. Now, they accompanied this island hospital, and all fell into a let People are desperate and helpless.

Even Dr. Ander could not make it clear what the details of all these changes were. The bad turning point didn't just burst out all at once, but it was like boiling a frog in warm water. When you realize it, struggling has become very difficult. In this silent night, standing by the window and feeling everything outside, the faintly struck, more and more anxious tension and sense of crisis, especially make people believe that they are in an absolutely dangerous situation .

Because of fear, no one will go out at this time, and such a frightening night has lasted for about a week.

In this week, frustrating information came one after another. First, Dr. Ruan Li, who had high hopes, was infected with the disease, and then many researchers who had achieved important results died of the disease. The activity of "viruses" during this period of time is far more than that of any period of time. Not only is it such a scene in this hospital, but through the support of the hospital from the outside of the island, you can also clearly feel that the "virus" is in The spread of the world, and the large-scale emergence and deterioration of patients with doomsday syndrome.

To a certain extent, although this hospital is still at the forefront of studying "viruses", the bad conditions of the "hospital" itself have exceeded the scope of its own repair and orderly operation, and it is in danger of being abandoned- In other words, this island may be designated as a "heavy disaster area" at any time and forcibly cleaned up with a nuclear bomb.

It is not easy to escape from the island. Dr. Ander knew better than anyone here that the hospital was ordered to be closed a month ago. At the beginning, there were supplies coming in by boat, but in a batch of up to one million copies After the lcl solution was delivered, the material supply became intermittent and the interval time was repeatedly extended. The living materials stored in the island hospital are enough for the people here to do nothing and continue to live for a year, but this cannot change the situation where the workers and patients on the island cannot leave the hospital and return to normal life.

All of them are imprisoned on this island in disguise in a condition that continues to deteriorate. According to the latest covert statistics, less than 30 people, including Dr. Ander himself, have not been infected with the "virus" or have no temporary lesions. Including patients, researchers, service staff and security personnel, the number of "thirty people" simply cannot maintain the normal and orderly operation of the hospital, and has to turn a blind eye to those infected with the doomsday syndrome ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Neither can it clearly indicate that they are aware of their disguise, nor can they really ask about their research progress-the researchers themselves understand very well what kind of terrible condition the doomsday syndrome is. If they cannot produce results, not only save No one can save others. They need to bear the consequences on their own, so they can't be described as not working hard at work.

However, no results.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how many attempts you make, no matter how good the cooperation is, if you do n’t get results, you ca n’t even save yourself—this is not good news for all the patients in the hospital. When these researchers went crazy, many people committed suicide because of mental stress and could not bear the cruel fact. In contrast, before he died, Dr. Ruan Li used himself as an experiment, and left valuable research materials, which is undoubtedly a positive model. It ’s so bad that people who try to implicate others are not without them, but they are all dealt with quickly, but this cannot change the malicious fact that the hospital is bearing: how many normal people are there in the hospital today? If you walk outside and meet a person, the other person is likely to be infected.

The silhouettes that move like ghosts at night are just a typical silhouette behind a huge and distorted curtain. Dr. Ande is very clear that it is by no means "Gaochuan", and it is definitely more than "Gaochuan". A horrible, desperate, unclear thing is covering everyone. (To be continued.)