The world is like stagnation. I just ran at my own rhythm. The scenery I saw seemed to be frozen, and the scenery that I saw sitting on a high-speed train moving backwards was not the same. These landscapes are relatively lacking in color and texture, and even steel is fragile. The thin, almost white, gray, and black lines outline the outline of things, and these outlines are so scribbled, like graffiti. Even so, it is not messy enough to confirm what these contours are. I just saw more elementary life, dead soldiers, Nazi soldiers ... almost all of them were enemies in this scribbled landscape. The other side fighting them is always in the minority.

Then, at the moment when they couldn't even make a response, Fujiang and I went through their array, through exits and entrances, through streets, stairs, tall buildings, and open squares. Residual limbs, fragments, parts and blood floated in mid-air, and I jumped lightly through it, moving along the trajectory of the high-speed passage, moving in a world that was silent as if every still moving object had become a wax figure.

I don't know how far I have to run. It's not my rational thinking that governs my footsteps, but the instincts in my heart. "Jiang" speaks in a voice that only I can hear, and even I can't clearly understand what it is talking about. I don't know if it should be too rich or too chaotic. In my brain like a sieve In the middle, most of them leave no traces, but still filter out some things that may only be regarded as "impurities", these things I can not understand and reason with logic, but in a pure sensibility Weaving, stitching together, constructing new shapes and contours became what I could recognize.

According to common sense, these recombined substances filtered by the sieve have deviated far away from the huge information subject it was originally attached to, and can be understood by my own cognition, and its original The real appearance is certainly far from the same. However, this should be regarded as something full of distortions and deviations, but it can really be used as a guide for action. It makes me subconsciously understand how to turn and where to stop. How far is it from the goal I want to reach-"far" here does not even simply refer to the concept of "distance" in physics, but is full of more meaning.

It is in my mind that there are so many things that others do not have, so I can find things that others cannot find in the case of "nothing". I think so.

I walked through multiple areas of the ruling bureau, and even the entrances and exits that the locals did not fully understand were not a problem for me. Although they are physically "closed", when I arrived, these entrances would always be opened for many reasons, no matter who opened them, which side of the war, or in the end It ’s not accidental, it really does n’t matter-just for me, they are "open" when I need to pass, then the areas divided by these entrances are not "boxes that are isolated from each other" , But a complete and open world.

When other people have to stay in various areas and go around, when they are forced to only see the "one area" scenery, I have been from their side, from their sight, and even from their Passing beyond cognition, they reached other areas that they could not reach in a short time. At this time, I always think that, relative to them, I am probably like a real ghost, or, "something that does not exist", but I do exist here, just when they live, Fighting and fighting in this world.

In their world, the destroyed, killed, and destroyed have been completed, but in my world, before all the dust settles, there is so much time and destruction to change. When the explosion touches something, the destruction process is only within a few tenths of a second, but I am able to bring this thing out of the explosion within a few tenths of a second. Even so, I still have nothing did not do it. Those things that are as strong as indestructible, such as elementary life, can rampage in an explosion. It must be a terrible monster in the eyes of others, but in my quick sweep, they sometimes seem to be solid but immobile Statues, I circled around them, and I did n’t miss every line on their surface. Even so, they did n’t always notice my presence—from their induction to feedback and cognition Again, cognitive guided action is also a slower process than relative speed sweep, and their solidity cannot strengthen the speed of this process. As far as I know, the speed and depth of each life's perception of the internal and external self are different, and the speed and depth of cognition can be reflected by "the speed of the process from receiving information to changing feedback". These body life, which in other people's eyes are fully capable and extremely terrifying, have shown their own limitations in the comparison of quick sweeps. In my eyes, they are never "perfect".

People may be fragile relative to them, but in terms of "limitations", the "power" of the elemental life is only 50 steps compared to the "power" of humans. If human beings can only be regarded as "ant ants", then the body life essentially escapes from the category of "ant ants" from that terrible reference.

In a world where all people are going to die and the whole world is going to die, the elemental life has no qualities sufficient to change this result. If the eyes are broadened to the "whole world", from a macro and micro perspective that exceeds the normal vision of human beings, it is also as lamentable as human beings to feel the fate of the life of the body. There is no essential difference in the process or the result of becoming a body life and continuing as a human being.

Therefore, I have never been afraid of elemental life, even without critical weapons, I cannot destroy them, but their fragility and limitations still exist, and, in the face of the truth of the end, they are also full of inability The fatal point of change.

I did not save anything from these strange, seemingly powerful but intrinsically indistinguishable, wars filled with sad and painful life from any angle. Because any salvation here is short-lived and disillusioned, meaningless from the perspective of the composition of the illusion of the end. The parties involved in this large-scale war will never stop because of my involvement. This scene is accompanied by my rapid sweeping, the cruel scenery passing in my field of vision, makes me feel a kind of precise mechanical, and a seemingly flexible, which may stop at any time, but in reality it is crazy crazy Stop, it will work until the strong motion of the overall structure collapses-as if it were, all these are parts that are so precise that they are deliberately assembled into this way, and all the movements in this machine have undergone unprecedented precision Calculations, regardless of power consumption, direction, and rhythm, have reached a level that one will think "they should work like this."

Yes, from this perspective, what is happening in front of my eyes is a meaningless, cruel, sad and painful war in the eyes of people like me, which is exactly what should appear after all the things in front of me are combined. If there are more parts, or fewer parts than this combination, it may be assembled into another look, but it is a pity that it is not my foolish and narrow person, but one It is far beyond the will of imagination. It is carefully cared for, screened, carved, spliced, and polished, just like we humans made an exquisite power generation cage in the experiment. The white mouse ca n’t be organized anyway, and eventually it is also installed Into this cage has become an important part of the power generation cage.

Therefore, the war is not terrible, what is terrible is the deeper things that are displayed behind this war-many people's eyes are only stuck on the death and injury in the war, then the fear they encounter will only be human Fear, and once this limitation is crossed from the mind, you will realize that there is really something more horrible in this world.

These transcendental fears say that mystery is indeed mysterious, because it will only emerge from the corner when people realize its existence, and no one has ever seen its true and complete outline; but to say not mysterious, it is actually It's not too mysterious, because it has always been with us and never left. When we didn't realize it, they also existed outside our cognition and reaction.

It's like me in a quick sweep, and these lives that I can't recognize that I have swept past.

In this "unrecognizable" limitation, we are all so small.

When I was racing faster than others thought, my speed of thinking was also surpassing the speed of speed sweeping-in normal actions, "thinking" is always faster than "doing", speeding in speed sweeping This contrast has not changed, my "thinking" is still faster than my actions. The incomprehensible speed of thinking made me amazed how my brain was saved in this unimaginable movement, and every part that constitutes "me" is so intense that it cannot be described by an accurate numerical value. What kind of damage did it produce in the movement? I only know that there is absolutely no wear and tear, and that this wear and tear is definitely not just a matter of brain matter.

Even so, I can still feel that I am alive, and I can feel the flow of my life from this rapid. Yes, the word "flow" gives me a deeper feeling. When I can't help but feel deeply, I feel that I am no longer "solid" nor "humanoid", but like liquid The same constantly flowing material is continuously accelerated in a huge and complex loop like a particle accelerator-ah, this reminds me of the reality in the hospital, called the "Takakawa" Yitan LCL.

When I feel my "morphological change", I feel the "morphological change" at the same time, and all the attributes, states and properties that constitute me are producing extremely complex, extremely fast and indescribable changes in the flow. What am I at this time? I can't figure it out. No, I have realized that the deeper I become, the more unreasonable changes I will encounter in chaos, and at this moment, in the near future, I will absolutely be unable to understand these changes. It is organized as part of the "self", so it would be bad to continue this way. When I shake the shape and temperament of the "self", the structure of the "self" will also collapse.

At that time, it is likely that not only the "me" in the hospital's reality has become LCL, but even this "me" that is recognized in the doomsday illusion will become such a liquid.

It must ... must be free from this thinking, and must rise from this suffocating, dark, chaotic and crazy thinking abyss. The suffocation I feel is not a suffocation of the biological biological breathing function, but a suffocation on the level of consciousness. I clearly know that I have n’t escaped the swift sweep, but I ca n’t feel myself moving anymore. I ’m not in a state of motion like “running”, but I seem to be sinking deep in the sea. The sense of falling movement.

I desperately danced my limbs to go upstream, but my feet were very heavy, as if there were invisible tentacles protruding from the darker, deeper below, entangled my ankle ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ fear, Unable to contain the fear, can not stop the emergence of this fear.

I could hardly stop the call for help, but I couldn't say anything in the throat. What I heard was only my own, it was like a grunt filled with water, and the invisible entangled tentacles also made a grunt from the deep sea that could not be seen, just like It was laughing, as if talking, as if pointing at me, as if responding to my sorrow that could not be sent out. It was like pinching my neck and grunting with patience, and when my consciousness was blurred, it seemed to have an unspeakable rhythm.

I desperately danced my limbs upstream, but I could n’t touch the sea. The bottom was the dark abyss, and the curtain above which there was no light and heavy seawater piled up. It spread infinitely in all directions, but I could n’t see anything. Me, the only one here, is like a clown with open teeth and claws.

Horrible, terrible, no one can save me.

Who can help me! ?

I finally shouted desperately. I, who could not save anyone, can't even save myself now.