When I closed my diary and turned to look at the room opposite the window, Dr. Ruan Li was no longer there. The vertex novel is the fastest update. The room opposite the window gradually becomes monotonous. It is not a problem with the furnishings, nor a change in color. The details that are visible to the naked eye seem to have no change, but perhaps because it is empty. For the sake of reason, people always have a feeling of "lack of soul". This room has become mediocre, and it is even more tedious than those weird and amazing rooms, and even more undesirable. I was able to watch the doctor Ruan Li who was also watching me, but her disappearance made me feel that a lot of things were going away from me.

Then, in this far away atmosphere, I suddenly developed a certain emotion. I can't describe the taste of this emotion, but I feel it urges me to act.

I looked at the wall again. The clock there still exists when I do n’t know when it was there. The hands have stopped at a position. I think I should be able to judge the time clearly, but when I look at the numbers pointed by the clock hands, I only feel a trance. I only have a feeling of "it's too late", but I didn't know the specific moment, and when I look back, I have no idea to check the clock at all. An irresistible tendency appeared in my consciousness, prompting me to subconsciously turn my eyes to the side of the clock. I remember there was nothing there, but in front of me now, there was a day hanging on the wall there.

The date is a month and day in 1999, and I cannot observe a specific day. I mean, although I have a specific idea of ​​understanding, even gazing at the day can not form the exact date information in my mind. This unexplained hazy feeling made me suspect that I was still in my dream, a precursor to a nightmare.

Even so, I still know what kind of decision I just made, and how I should act on the voice from my body and my heart, urging me to act. I stood up from the table, sat down again, stood up again, and sat down again. I do n’t know what I ’m doing, and I know very well that I should escape this cycle, make up my mind, and be conscious. I do n’t think I ’ve been like this before, but I do n’t know why I was hesitating. Maybe it ’s because, deep in my heart, with the voice that urged me to act, there was a huge unspeakable fear, it was so Deep, dark, and desperate, people feel that they must stop acting, do nothing, bury their heads in the sand, so close their eyes, then all the horror that comes across will not really exist.

However, I still opened my eyes, a emotion as great as this horror, which prevented me from doing nothing. I stood up, sat down, and stood up again. This time, I did n’t want to sit down again. So I pushed the chair down and overturned the table, and I roared, trying to use it to dispel the fear and hesitation in my heart, to fight against the cowardice that had always existed deep in my heart, and was covered with madness and pretense. I'm scared. I'm not afraid of a specific enemy or a dark future. What am I afraid of? Perhaps it was the surging uncertainty in front of the cliff? Perhaps it is the unknown unknown?

However, I was clearly roaring, but did not hear my own voice. I overturned the table and chairs, and I didn't hear them hitting the ground. I feel like a clown in the era of black and white silent movies, the silent movie entertaining the audience with exaggerated movements. A voice said to me: Gao Chuan, must act.

Yes, act, I know what I want to do, what I should do, decide what to do, I will act immediately in the past, I want to be like myself in the past, just like the fearless, Mercedes-Benz in high Child on the wall. It's like being naive in the eyes of others, always doing dangerous things, without the slightest sense of risk. Because children and fools have more power to act than anyone, not more than anyone, but more than me now, and more than me at this moment.

I just wrote a diary in a Las Vegas repeater, but after I stopped writing, I became a cowardly person looking forward and backward? What are you kidding?

I ca n’t explain the changes that happened to me, and I ca n’t be sure what kind of factors are affecting my personality that should have been formed. However, I still feel that my mind is still clear that some strange and untimely things are happening to me. , Knowing that you are in a weird situation that you have never seen before. I can vaguely feel that one kind of force made me desperately struggling, and at the same time there was another kind of force trying to make me give up struggling.

In the Las Vegas repeater, what invisible things are attacking me? Can't keep my thoughts and behavior consistent?

The table and chairs turned to the ground, and I threw my fist into the air, as if to grab the invisible enemy, but there was no sound, all the changes around me suddenly became slow, and the texture of the ground suddenly gave people A soft feeling. The table and chair were supposed to be motionless on the ground, but in front of my eyes, they jumped up as if they had just fallen on a cushion full of elasticity.

No, it should be said that it's like a stolen process that has happened for a few seconds, and the table and chairs are just pushed down.

I saw things on the table, pens and diaries, slowly slid out of the table, and fell towards the ground, but the table and the chair bounced out of the ground out of sync, and it all seemed like a slow-motion shot.

What I saw was supposed to be coherent, but at this time it was more like cutting out a frame from the coherent picture, staggering the original timeline and re-splicing them together. Although on the surface, it is still similar to the original process, but the essence is already very different. Those things that should have happened for the first time are overlapping and intertwined, merging together in a contradictory form.

At this moment, a more violent shock, and the shock caused by the shock, instantly spread throughout the range that I can observe and feel. I almost thought that the entire Las Vegas repeater was punched hard and almost got hit. My body was thrown up, gravity seemed to turn into an illusion, causing my whole person to hit the ceiling hard, and the table and chairs and things on the table were also thrown up, hitting the wall, breaking the wall and window, These original materials will not make the wall stronger, now it is like a shell.

Unreasonable, incomprehensible, absurd and weird phenomena, like ripples, spread from all directions in my room. The chain judgment from Magewere, and the identity of the Las Vegas repeater user, all of these things that bring me a strong sense of ability and strong perception ability, outline such a scene in my mind. : Inside the Las Vegas Repeater, it is like a Rubik ’s Cube made up of countless block rooms, and this Rubik ’s Cube has gone out of business, the axis seems to be broken by some force, causing the block room to be driven by inertia Spreading in all directions, each other and their connection points are becoming alienated and seem to disintegrate at any time.

What exactly happened? I ca n’t thoroughly analyze the abnormal situation that occurred at this time. Of course, there have been various guesses. However, because I ca n’t understand the specific status of the Las Vegas repeater at this moment, I ca n’t prove which guess is right. of. For some reason, I always think that the person who really controls the Las Vegas repeater is Dr. Ruan Li, not himself. He only decides the Las Vegas repeater indirectly through Dr. Ruan Li. The course of action is nothing. Now that such an abnormal situation has occurred, I think it is better to wait for Dr. Ruan Li to deal with it.

Although I think so ..., Dr. Ruan Li disappeared. To be precise, there is no place where I can observe and understand, Dr. Ruan Li, who was still opposite the window before, disappeared without a trace.

I want to retrieve the clock and day on the wall, as well as the pen and diary that fell from the desktop, but when I came up with this idea, I could n’t find these things anymore. These things seemed to never exist. general.

The voice that urged me to act, the horror that made me tremble and shy away, was so tit-for-tat, and became extremely powerful in the tit-for-tat. It made me feel that I had to be scorched by this contradiction It melted until I reached out and subconsciously came to the door. I do n’t remember how I came to the door. I just hit the ceiling before. At this time, I stood in front of the door intact.

No, I ca n’t say it ’s intact. I ’m in pain all over. It ’s a pain from my bones. The inside of my right wrist, the four prismatic moirés seem to have just burned in the flesh.

In the heat and pain, the feeling of "I am very weak at this time" was finally destroyed by a certain emotion, like a torrent roaring, directly crushing the river embankment. With the help of this force, I pushed open the door vigorously. Obviously it was a very simple movement, but it made me feel that this door weighed thousands of tons.

There should be nothing outside the door of the corridor and more rooms, a vast blank space, spreading into the distance as if boundless, and the ground is covered with transparent materials like glass plates, I can only be sure that it is not glass, but Can't confirm what the material is. The sight is enough to penetrate the glass-like ground and see something below.

I didn't see exactly what was on the ground, I just thought it might be necessary to look a little further. So I followed this feeling and did it. I walked out of the door and stepped on the transparent ground, and the underground scene suddenly became clear.

I stood on this transparent floor, as if suspended in mid-air. I clearly realized that I was inside a Las Vegas repeater, but I felt I had come outside the repeater. Right underneath, a large, complex, mechanical silhouette is deforming. No one can determine what it wants to become, but I feel that it has been deforming all the time, so there is such a sense of uncertainty . At the same time, I can really feel that in this huge silhouette, in this complex deformation, a terrible force is stored.

This weird and huge mechanical shell is not so much for attacking as it is for restraining the terrible force inside it. Two pairs of eyes are looking at me, their eyes are so sharp, and they make their sense of existence extremely strong. I followed this look and looked further in the foot, the owner of the eyes suddenly appeared. Although the two of them are far away from the sky in terms of distance, the composition in my mind is as clear as they are near.

I instantly recognized that these two people are the other me, the prostitute Takagawa, and the witch vv of the new century gospel. I don't know what kind of image I am in the eyes of these two people, but from the gaze that gazed at me, I felt complex emotions such as surprise and relief.

Not only the eyes of these two people, but after that, more eyes penetrated the distance and the barrier, concentrated on me, giving me a sense of acupuncture.

In the next moment, I linked everything I saw with what I had read in my diary: to reverse the sacrificial ritual of the doomsday truth, and to provide enough power to start the time machine, According to the plan, the prosperity Gaochuan decided to snipe all the repeaters, and the assisting witch vv turned the entire doomsday sacred place into a signpost guiding the direction of the human collective subconscious. At this moment, it is the time when the fifty-one area repeaters follow the road signs to come here, and Dorothy et al.'S "Young Boy Gaochuan and Las Vegas Repeaters will also come" One expectation is that the situation of me and Las Vegas Repeater at this moment is like an inevitable link in their "script".

then

"The Las Vegas repeater will collide with the fifty-one zone repeater, and eventually produce an impact on the collective subconscious level of humans that is sufficient to oscillate all human consciousness ..." In my heart, the voice hit me Say so. A strong emotion is not a negative emotion such as anger, but a more positive one, but it is so intense that it makes my soul burn up, and the thoughts I generated at this moment are burned one by one, leaving only The next simple wish: you want ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ then give it to you!

This idea swept through my brain like a storm, as if blowing out the candlelight, letting the voice that doesn't belong to me, the strong fear that always exists deep inside disappeared, I know, they will come back , But at this moment, I am fearless.

It was like being driven by this strong emotion, this pure will, and like the ghostly illusion of controlling the Las Vegas repeater, Dr. Ruan Li accepted my idea, Las Vegas Repeater When I fell, I felt that the repeater was falling. I saw the red heat phenomenon and a large number of Mars caused by friction. I felt the hot wind sweeping in, and the increased sound, like In a scream, in an explosion.

All the phenomena that I have watched and felt that are inflated, burning, whine, from invisible to tangible, from soft to hard, from plural to single. They surround me and the Las Vegas repeater, like a huge drill with our core.

I stood on the Las Vegas repeater, and then the huge drill under my feet violently rotated.

Space, time, dimension, all the concepts that can be recognized, seem to be stirred in this violent rotation. (To be continued ...)