"Remember what you are going to do? Achuan." Fu Jiang reminded me.

Yes, I still remember, I separated from Qi and went to where Torchlight was with Fu Jiang to find more factors that contributed to the plan, although Fu Jiang didn't like those people very much and claimed that they were "foolish and blind ", But I also have my own considerations, even though this kind of consideration does not seem to constitute an absolute reason for her, she still insists on doing so. We started to skim, we passed through many areas of the ruling bureau at high speed, I saw the war now being fully staged in the area of ​​the ruling bureau, and glimpsed the inevitability of the end from the war. I have produced more thoughts. These thoughts are based on my narrow cognition and personal limitations. They are full of very reasonable delusions and unsustainable suspicions, and they burst out from them. thinking. For a very short time for others, the thought in my mind was like a supernova explosion, which was fast, strong, and had extremely complex effects.

After that, I fell into an illusion in an incomprehensible state. The incomparable reality made me have no time to think about what is the real illusion, which made me feel more painful and made me almost collapse. At that very moment, it was Fu Jiang's hug that pulled me back to the "normal" state, and back to the state full of limitations, like a bird in a cage, but relatively safe for my personality.

I was indeed "crazy" just now, but I have not completely lost my memory and cognitive ability. I know very well that those hallucinations are probably not just hallucinations in terms of their effects, but are full of an influential factor that plays a role in me, and will influence this along with my present existence. The force spreads outward. This influenced me, and it definitely wouldn't just happen to me. It is absolutely impossible for another Gaochuan, who has direct contact with me, to escape the interference of this influence.

Although this sudden impact is unexpectedly unpredictable in terms of timing, it is certainly not without reason. Compared with the unprovoked anomalies I have seen in the past, what I saw in the crazy state before What I feel, think, and think of can actually become part of a long logical line, linking everything I know about past, present, and future. And when we go deeper, the series itself has a suspicious intentionality.

I have no intention to investigate which factors contributed to the sudden illusion before, because my narrow cognitive level is destined to prevent me from seeing the whole picture. If you really hold it, then what I insist on now will become suspicious and meaningless. To be honest, I am a little afraid to go deep into the darkness that reveals the corner of the truth, which is full of things that make me feel scared, and I know very well that even if I enter it, my low ability is not enough to protect myself. Out the truth.

Even so, whether or not to go deeper is never my own decision. I'm like drifting from an unknown endless river, I don't know where I am in the river, I only know that I am a young, fragile and weak baby, I can only float on the water by the swaddle under me Looking at the muddy river, which was not clearly visible, whirling away in the distance.

Yes, I know, I know very well.

"It's coming." Fu Jiang said to me this way. I know what she was saying. Maybe all of her words seemed to have a deep meaning before, but now, the arrival of what she said was just for the light of the torch.

I can't determine if I was still swiftly sweeping after falling into hallucinations, and how long I rushed. When I was sober, I had stopped, and the surrounding scenery was not the same as what I had seen before. I endured the growth of illusions, still entangled with the pain and fear of my brain, looking around everything. An obviously unnatural wind blew from the side, and then shifted to the side along a sensibly obvious trajectory, as if there was a huge blower spinning, and I neither saw nor listened to this blower When I heard the sound it made, I just felt that the wind was coming from where I could not see.

The whispering wind has a special frequency, neither harsh nor muddy, let alone refreshing, not cold, nor hot, as if its temperature is always flat and constant with my body temperature. Compared to this steady wind, the materials that should constitute the structure of buildings, streets, and other objects appear a bit confused.

Some substances are like structures, but not all of them. Metals exist, and non-metals also exist. They have the color and texture that I am familiar with, and the color and texture that I have never seen before. These substances constitute a huge scale, but full of artificial consistency. It is not the same as architecture, because what you can see with the naked eye is a patchwork of walls, and the space between the walls is the aisle. Judging from the spread of the walls and the laws of the aisles, it only feels extremely complicated and wide.

The structure composed entirely of walls and aisles reminded me of the maze as soon as possible-the wind was drilled out of this maze. This kind of feeling is so strong that people do n’t think it might be blowing from above the maze. Even in common sense, the wind cannot be confined to such an open structure.

"It's a labyrinth." I couldn't help saying that. "The person in the torchlight is inside?"

"No, it's below." Fu Jiang looked plainly at the ground. "The maze is a guise, a trap, and a part of the physical structure of the ceremony. They are all staying underneath. These walls are drilled from below like bamboo shoots." "" Her tone has an insightful affirmation, I don't know where her intelligence came from, but, from her identity as the ultimate weapon 999, since she knows it, then the doomsday truth is impossible do not know. It can be speculated that although these people in the torchlight act as secretly as possible, they are still not secret in the eyes of the doomsday truth. And the doomsday truth religion knows but does nothing, which means unusual.

The "deviation" of the torch light is obviously not as good as they think, but, just like what I and others do now, even if I know that the result may not be what I think, but still need to go Do something. The emotions pinned on the possibility of etherealness should be the same for everyone.

This kind of anticipation can no longer make my mood more heavy.

The place of the ceremony, the wind of the ceremony, the sound of the ceremony ... This huge maze is so huge that it does not know how many kilometers it stretches. Other mysteries are simply not what the survivor of the torchlight can do. Because this maze is too large, it is difficult for people to get a glimpse of the entire structure of its internal structure, so that it is impossible to parse out the mechanism of its entire ceremony in a short time, nor can it be confirmed whether the ceremony has begun, or where it has been carried out. I have no intention of destroying the ceremonies of the torch light, because the doomsday truth has not stopped them, and their success will inevitably promote the emergence of "monsters in the collective subconscious of humanity."

I just want to use my actions to make the "deviations" that they would have done more deviate. Of course, I am not sure to precisely control this kind of deviation. Strictly speaking, I do n’t even know how to do it to ensure that this deviation is as I want. I arrived with ignorance, to do things that I couldn't even predict the result of. I am afraid that such an act may look like a lunatic to others. It is unreasonable for rational people to pin their thoughts on this kind of action that has no end and no end to confirm its result.

However, I can only do this.

If any rational and logical behavior will be exploited, one can only expect behavior that even the actor itself cannot confirm, and the result will be slightly different from certain expectations-as for these expectations are from Which person, not to mention human, is something that can only be said after the result is produced.

I am not sure that my actions and my own ideas are not in the demand of "virus". However, just like those of the torchlight, what I can do with short-sighted and foolish and incompetent is only what I think I must do, and I think it will be useful. No one here will help me think, no one can give better advice, no heroes, no "wise people" who have a complete sense of everything, no standards that can be proved absolutely correct, no perfect reference Things, no one can give a solution to the problem in essence-if there is any better, I really think so.

If what I did, as in the past, promoted everything that I did not want to see to a certain extent, then there is no way.

"Do they know that we're here?" I stopped in front of the maze and asked Fu Jiang, which in my opinion is a boring question.

"Of course, we are standing on their site." For this boring question, Fu Jiang is still that dull tone.

"But they didn't come out, did they think we could do nothing?" I stared at the maze and turned to the foot of the maze. The wind is a flow and the wind sound is a frequency. These rhythmic phenomena are making Become the basis of the ability of "chain judgment". Particles that are invisible to the naked eye and fluctuations that are invisible to the naked eye are like clear lines, and my perception follows these lines to the source of this rhythm. In my mind, the maze that can not be seen is outlined by many lines, and the lines exceed this three-dimensional structure and spread to the outside of a blank, but then they are intertwined with each other, forming a new profile.

The new outline and the structure of the labyrinth show a very obvious correlation in the interweaving of lines, just like the two distant patterns drawn on the paper, which are being summarized by the extra lines as a huge whole. This new outline does not show the architectural forms I am familiar with, but it is indeed something hidden underground.

In this outline outlined by lines, some points began to move, and when these points moved, they also enlarged in my mind. When the point becomes a more specific outline, it looks like a very obvious human figure. Apart from those guys who are torchlights, who else can they be? There is no information to show that before Fujiang and I arrived, this place was invaded by other forces.

"We don't think you can do anything, Mr. Gao Chuan." The voices of the human figures became text in the images sent to the mind by the chain judgment.

I did n’t listen with my ears or see with my eyes. Only the patterns and words in my mind occupied all my senses in an extraordinary way, and this is not the first time I have experienced this Kind of situation. However, in the past, it was often necessary to overclock the ability to the extent that even the brain seemed to melt, in order to produce this experience under that high load state. Sometimes, this experience is more like an illusion, but when it appears as frequently as normal senses, and can show in more detail what is happening today in this way, it is no longer an illusion. Too.

I have always felt that the power and enhancement of capabilities are not good. After entering the hospital, it is related to the worsening of the patients with doomsday syndrome. Now I still think so, the unusual sensory performance that I feel at this time is the result of the deterioration of "Gaochuan" itself-obviously it has collapsed into LCL, and LCL is a This kind of extremely stable liquid substance, then, what is worse for itself? This is not something I can observe and understand.

I can't break away from this extraordinary experience like illusion ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ My senses continue to be flooded with complex figures and texts that appear in my mind through chain judgment, and constitute these complex three-dimensional The lines of graphics and text are fluctuating at a frequency that I can notice. The more you observe and appreciate the fluctuations, the more these figures and text are twisted, just like the pattern woven from the soft rope is constantly shaking, it seems that the structure woven by the entire soft rope is getting more and more here Disintegrate with violent shaking.

As a matter of course, all of the graphics and text in my mind, all of which cover my visual and auditory organ perception, become extremely powerful while the other party speaks. This outline is the conclusion of "people are talking", otherwise, it is really impossible to recognize what is appearing in their own minds.

Even so, some words of the speaker still cannot be presented in my mind in a way that I can understand, and the part of the text outlined in the chain judgment has been completely distorted.

It ’s incredible that the chain judgment is only the “talent” of the Mageweave messenger. Compared with the more mysterious “Morrowweaver”, it is more based on personal basic qualities and has less mystery, but it can even deteriorate to This point. Except that I am "deteriorated", there is no better explanation that I can understand.