This is a long passage, ten meters from the entrance, the sound of closing the door came from the back of Dr. Ander, the passage that had no bright light suddenly fell into deeper darkness. Teana? Dr. Ande just felt that his nerves had become weakened, and the sound of closing the door just burst his heartbeat. He turned back subconsciously, and knew very well that he was definitely not so blatant. Recalling the previous experience, although it can be called a thrill, but there are many places where it is not surprising. I was mentally prepared tomorrow morning, but I was still disturbed by those things that I noticed whether it was a voice There is still no sound, there is a specific outline, or it is blurry, just like no matter how those things will be presented, they will inevitably be frightened.

There is an unknown idea looming in Dr. Ander's heart. In his own research, what happened to him is too common, but when placed in this hospital, he often points to a less beautiful situation. He prevented himself from thinking in this direction, because he realized that from the beginning, as long as he started to think, he would inevitably fall in the negative direction, but if he wanted to keep himself from thinking, it was better than forcing himself to think. Spend more energy.

Dr. Ande felt that his body was hot, but he did not seem to sweat. It was just a kind of dry heat that seemed to overflow from the body and directly evaporated the sweat glands. However, the current climate is upright in winter, and there is no warming equipment in the aisle. If this heat is not affected by psychological emotions, it seems a little weird ... No, I can't think about it anymore. He spoke to himself and put his attention back into the channel.

The beam of the flashlight is like being filtered by the darkness, constantly spreading and dimming. The outline at the first 20 meters is vaguely visible, there seems to be nothing surprising, and Dr. Ande rationally thinks that this is just a normal channel, but that It seems that the terrible things that are unconstrained as imagined are constantly changing shapes in the mind. Of course, there is no specific image. Of course, there is no such thing. But because there is no specific image, it is especially terrifying.

All this is my own imagination. It is the excessive delusion and emotional fear that suppressed the reason for a while, but I still have the reason. I don't believe these mysterious things at all. Dr. Ande kept saying this to himself, he thought he was talking to himself in his mind, but the next moment, he heard a muttering sound, much like his own voice, but he didn't think it was from his mouth Spread out. He quickly adjusted the direction of the flashlight and swept it around, but found no other sound.

"Is this ... my voice?" He could not help making a voice to compare with the voice he heard, however, his voice became not like his own voice. He never thought about it, his voice was so creepy. That is not the normal volume, and clearly speaking meaningful sentences, but the syllables seem meaningless, but it seems that some kind of animal is chewing.

Instead, Dr. Ande was caught in the cold hair of his voice, and he immediately shut up, but the muttering voice, the grunting voice, the chewing voice, the deep voice, but did not stop there, but became more and more Obviously had to get into his brain. He shook his head, but he couldn't drive these sounds out of his mind. He deliberately speeded up his pace, no longer paying attention to the details of the walls on both sides, but his attention did not know why it was so concentrated, so that even if he did not want to see those things clearly, he had to see clearly. Doctor Chu Ande was not sure What I saw in the end was obviously a normal exposed concrete wall, but the faint lines of arcs were full of a strange attraction.

This attraction is like looking at a famous painting with abstract meaning. An ordinary person may not be able to describe what he saw in the painting, but he can be sure of what he intends to see. Care about this painting. For Dr. Ande, these cement lines are like releasing an invisible band, and his consciousness accidentally hit this band suddenly, as if he can understand something from it. It ’s not a good thing. It ’s like a magnet. I do n’t think about the cognition that I usually want to associate. What will not be related to my usual world outlook, outlook on life, and methodology? At this moment, they were accidentally connected in series, and even I was surprised that "these cognitions have such a connection", but to describe what the connection is, I thought that at least one tens of millions of books should be written. There is such a feeling of "to describe in words, only to explain the fur of this connection".

When this cognition, which would never be connected at ordinary times, is connected through such an accidental experience, Dr. Ander feels an indescribable horror. The horror brought to him by the previous experience is nothing compared to the horror that was connected in series by what I saw and thought at this time.

For a moment, Dr. Ander thought he was crazy. However, to analyze yourself with psychology, you can get a conclusion that you are still very rational. I can also understand common sense without any damage to logic. I feel like I have suddenly awakened to a new logic, and thus have recognized a truth of the world. It was like in an era when geocentricity was prevalent, and there was such a person who suddenly realized that the earth is by no means a terrifying experience at the center of the universe, and even made many scholars at that time crazy.

Dr. Ander analyzed his own fear and made an analogy with this fear, and got such a conclusion. However, even in his own opinion, this conclusion is full of ridiculous and ridiculous feelings: he actually found a new logic from the cement lines of a passage, penetrating a world truth that the world has not yet recognized?

However, no matter how ridiculous and ridiculous, he still couldn't help but vaguely move, wanting to believe that this is the truth. If this is true, then it will leave a heavy stroke in the history of mankind. Compared to being attacked by ignorant people, it seems no big deal. Because, I am going to die.

"Ah, am I going to die?" Dr. Ander suddenly realized what he was thinking. He reorganized his thoughts and reconfirmed that he came here to find life. Why did he suddenly confirm that he was going to die? Is it ridiculous and irrational to draw a ridiculous conclusion from the fact that you will die? Does your logic really work seriously? He could not help but doubt this.

A series of self-questions made him fail to pay attention to how long he had been walking. In this dark passage, nothing strange attacked, but the darkness seemed to devour his own heart. When Dr. Ande recovered, he was sweating, and the strange and familiar sense of heat could not stop the cold fear that appeared in his heart. He patted his cheek vigorously, telling himself that he was not afraid of anything, that he had thought of delusions, nonsense, and nonsense, and told himself not to think. However, his voice echoed in the channel, and it became weirder in his ears.

Dr. Ander felt like he was going crazy. He felt that he was not crazy, but if he went on like this, he would be crazy. He never thought that those crazy patients and Gaochuan replicas were not the enemies that hurt him, and the lurkers hidden in the shadows did not attack themselves, but their own thoughts, their own thoughts, which humans thought Howe's brain, as well as his most confident and tenacious heart, began to torture himself.

Dr. Ende was panting, his cheeks were red and swollen. It seemed that only pain could divert his attention and interrupt his thoughts. He desperately needed a way to prevent himself from thinking about the truth revealed by the muddy lines Things like that. When he came back to God again, he didn't know when he was scratched all over his body, like he was attacked by some monster. There was a pain in his fingertips, and he resisted, shining the light of the flashlight on his hand, only to see that the fingertips were bloody, and almost all the nail covers were removed.

Dr. Ande couldn't hold back anymore, and cried out in fear and pain. A terrible fact shakes what he admires most about himself: a person who never destroys himself, even unknowingly harms himself. What happened to yourself? Dr. Ende thought of the worst result, but he could n’t believe it, or he did n’t want to believe it. He could find a hundred reasons to persuade himself, but every reason became in front of his **** fingers. Fragile.

I was infected? Am I a patient with doomsday syndrome? This idea finally emerged from the chaos in Dr. Ander's mind clearly. Then he yelled: It must be wrong! It must have been misunderstood! My mind is still sober, my logic is still clear, my knowledge is still working, and I can still work as before!

However, this terrible conclusion is like a ghost that is haunted by ghosts, haunting him and gnawing at him. He seems to hear an evil and muddy laughter from an infinitely distant place. It's like God, no, it's a demon, laughing at himself.

Dr. Ende was a little lost. He never thought he would become so fragile. He still wanted to be strong, and to remove the lowest, most hypocritical, and most unacceptable part from his soul. Dr. Ande leaned on the wall and felt the cold touch from the cement. He felt that he should n’t be this look. Even if there was such a delusion, such a sense of terror conveyed in illusion eroded himself, but It shouldn't fall down so easily: But the fact is, he feels that his legs and feet have become soft, and the heat of his body is still rising.

It's a cold, yes, it must be a cold. Because of illness, he is mentally vulnerable. This physical and psychological connection is its own strength. Dr. Ande used this reason to convince himself that he really felt better, he was an expert in this area, and he even led the "Human Completion Plan" with professional knowledge. The current physical to psychological weakness is only a test of his own correctness, and the theory in this area is no longer a profound theory.

Thinking about it this way, Dr. Ander ’s legs and feet could no longer be supported. He leaned against the concrete wall and slid slowly into the passage, sitting paralyzed. Just take a break and rest. He said to himself, but the more he could not understand what he was talking about. In the time when he could think, a thought that ignored his rejection became increasingly clear: even if it is a doomsday syndrome, it is a "virus" that is at work, and it will not lose its life soon. The condition of the disease is gradual and takes time, as long as the serum is produced within this time.

However, the ensuing sense of horror reminded him: Can the serum be made so smoothly?

Dr. Ander kept his head tightly and could not help but growl. At this time, the pain and weakness could not stop the sound coming from his mind. He just wanted to think, he could n’t help but think about it, he could n’t get around the self-considered ending, just like a tragic ending specially tailored for him, the one that caused him the most pain, just waiting ahead With. There is such an indescribable thing, which is nothing in itself, to look at yourself in the void of nothing, to write down your destiny, and your struggle is so insignificant compared to its existence.

Until this time, Dr. Ande still determined that he was definitely not a fateist or a believer, and he never despised human insignificance from a height, and he was never overwhelmed by his own weakness. However, there are countless theories to prove that this indescribable thing that has nothing is a paradox, does not exist, and is truly meaningless. But the more so, the more painful, he couldn't understand at all what was happening in his heart and what kind of power was tormenting himself.

He can deny everything that makes him feel pain, but only the pain itself, this kind of self-hearted and frightening emotion, cannot be denied.

Then he suddenly understood: "People" as a pure individual do not exist. What constitutes a "person" is the ongoing joint collaboration between countless independent and subtle things. The so-called "human" is not a material life, but the appearance of this kind of diversity cooperation, which is essentially a chain reaction between sports and sports. Physiologically, "human" is a surface profile composed of weird structures, mechanical transmissions and chemical reactions that closely mesh like gears. Therefore, human cognition is definitely not an independent and ego thing, but a huge overall existence of a block divided in some way. This block does not belong to the block itself, but belongs to the essence That huge whole. The limitation of human cognition is precisely because it is just a "block". No matter how large it becomes, it is still just the difference between a huge "block" and a narrow "block". (To be continued.) 8