On the rooftop, everyone in the fence was struggling hysterically like a prisoner, wailing, making a palpable voice like a hysteric patient, screaming, whispering, muttering, groaning in pain, It's like there is another soul arguing in their brains, they don't even know that they have fallen to the ground, their curling bodies are twitching, and they don't even hear their mourning sounds. No one would think that such a group of people used to be calm and rational researchers. They were like the models of mad patients in psychiatric hospitals, doing the crazy behaviors generally recorded in the history of mental illness, and their voices were in the ears of others. , But it is just the whisper of the madman, and to themselves, it is like discovering the truth of the world. They cheered the thoughts that flashed like flashes of aura in their minds, and they were also frightened by the secrets revealed by the aura.

"God, God! We just exist here, we just exist here ..."

"Let me go, let me go, don't let me think about it anymore. I don't think about it ... cough ... no, don't ..."

"No, no, no no no no no! I can't think anymore, my brain can't stop, I'm going to explode ..."

"Let me stop thinking. Ignorance, ignorance is the way of human survival ..."

No visible entity is targeting this group of poor guys, all the abnormal movements they have ever felt, and the scenes that have been watching that are incompatible with daily life, are all isolated from this rooftop, by the barbed wire, Railings, windows and gates are blocked, but something invisible and inexplicable-perhaps a force, or a form, or a phenomenon, or a movement, a concept distinct from common sense , Burrowing into their brains like a worm, making them crazy about everything they think of. All the things they can think of are like something more real than a nightmare, but they ca n’t stop themselves from imagining, thinking, and catching the flash of aura, the cleverness they used to be proud of is here At this moment, on the contrary, it has become an invisible killer, destroying all the foundations on which they know themselves and understand the world.

They have to feel fear, although the process and the source of the initial morbidity are not observable by them, but the destructive phenomena brought about by them are happening to them, and they cannot stop it, obviously in a state of ignorance. You can know that your own intellectuality is going to an irreversible collapse, your own outlook on life, world outlook, moral outlook, values, philosophy, belief ... All kinds of concepts used as standards to judge things are distorted and transformed into their own past It has never been thought of before, it is fragmented and strange, but human self-proclaimed strong will cannot stop such changes, distortions and collapses.

Even, in this sense of powerlessness, they feel more than ever, that the so-called "thinking" is only an insignificant part of the movement of the universe. The so-called "will" is based on this kind of small movement. The phenomenon may also be called an illusion. Those things that seem to be rooted in the material, those that are explained from the spiritual level, are nothing strange, and people think that these are very important, only because of themselves. Of ignorance.

Different understandings of things emerge from their minds endlessly, and they "think suddenly", when they think this is their own idea, they will suddenly think "is such an idea from their own What? Was it originally created in the strict sense? "In the painful thinking that made them inflate, they had to deny these ideas out of themselves.

——There must be something terrible, and these terrible thoughts, thinking movements and spiritual will have been stuffed into my brain.

Such thoughts are very common from the minds of these researchers, and are inevitable, so that they feel that they have learned the truth, they do not consciously want to think about what kind of things, what kind of existence, what kind of One way to do such a thing. They have even derived dozens of theories that can explain the current situation. However, each theory is unpracticable, and the reason is often that they recognize that they lack sufficient conditions and resources to operate and verify these theories. This consciousness actually makes them crazy.

Everyone is afraid of what they are today, and this seemingly endless thinking activity, they can clearly foresee that if they do not stop, the physical structure of the body will even change due to this expanding thinking activity, which is not just Changes in the role of the spirit, but from the spiritual implementation of material changes.

There are too many things they need to think about. The scientific truth that they have falsified during this period of time is more than what was denied by scholars in the past 100 years. They do n’t think they are wrong, rather, if they think about themselves These things are wrong, so where is the right thing? The scope of these thoughts includes the human's basic knowledge of themselves and the world. They have a desire in their hearts that is both afraid of success and eager for success. Either way, it seems to destroy yourself.

They can see each other's status clearly, but even if they see it, they don't have much effort to pay attention to it, because all their brains seem to be used to think about what they can think of. Other than yourself, no matter how painful, morbid, or wrong, there is no spare time to take care of it.

The people on the rooftop began to roll. They tore their protective clothing. They opened their breathing masks and could not wait to meet the fresh air. They thumped their heads, chests, and the ground with force, as if the pain could make them feel more Something better. There is no doubt that in any human standard, they are tormenting themselves, but even so, they have a mysterious and twisted smile on their faces, which makes people shudder.

"... No, no, no, no, no! Stop, stop, stop!" The principal seemed to barely break away from the huge and violent vortex of thought, and the twisted expression was slightly calmer, but his eyes were still full of struggles , As if the next moment will fall into the same madness. There was no fight, but he felt weak, as if every inch of bones and nerves had been crushed. He could only crawl on the ground like a worm. Although he wanted to bring his companions who were also crazy around him back, but Such thoughts were soon engulfed by a more intense frenzy of thinking. He felt his own self-knowledge was crumbling, and the only thing he could do was leave the rooftop and climb back to the stairs behind the door to avoid direct exposure to this crazy blood moon.

Yes, his thinking is warning him that this irresistible source of madness is the heavy **** moon above his head. Or, that is not the moon at all, and the satellite body that orbits the earth in common sense is simply something different. Although it is impossible to understand why it replaced the moon and appeared on this night, its appearance has been proved deadly by these people.

"Don't think, don't think, don't think ..." The master warned himself weakly, while crawling towards the door, he crawled so slowly that when the reason was waving in that madness, this crawling action was like The mechanical instinct is the same. Only when he touched the door that was different from the texture of the surrounding things, his eyes were freed from the crazy look, he could still hear himself whispering crazy words-these crazy words are good for a good thinking and The person who likes to think is full of fatal temptations, and he must control himself not to think.

If you think about it, you will lose, you will die, it will become another thing-his instinct warns him so.

The reason why he can realize the danger faster than others, and he still has a subtle room when others lose their resistance, just because he has seen more similar situations than others. Needless to say, on this planet, he knows better than him what kind of dangerous person he is encountering, maybe he can count without even ten fingers.

It may be confusing and questionable to say, but the principals are not aware of the "virus" and related conditions, and are also unable to understand the various anomalies that appear at present, they are very sensitive to many changes. There is a sensitivity that ordinary people can't compare. He even knows that although he has n’t seen any anomalous entity so far, those anomalous things that have occurred or have come have been hidden in this isolated island hospital and become active as the condition continues to deteriorate .

What I once heard was that there was some kind of behemoth movement downstairs. It was definitely not his own auditory hallucination, but something.

So, he is more cautious than anyone, and he is more frightened-the situation is now completely different from a few hours ago.

"Save, save me, save ..." One hand put his arm when the principal was struggling to open the door, and this researcher for help was also the only one encountered by the principal who could still consciously send for help Signal companions. Although he didn't understand what this person was using to temporarily get rid of part of the madness of thinking, he certainly could not ignore such a person. Moreover, if there are new changes, he really needs a companion, or, more companions, before he feels that there is a possibility of solving the trouble.

The principal knows very well where he is different from others, but this particularity is not enough to save himself.

The principal did not have the strength to respond to the man's help, but just patted the other person's hand with his best effort. At the moment when the other party seemed to release the hand as clearly as possible, the body was like a spring, and all the long-lasting power was vented come out. He completed the process of opening the door in one breath, dragging his companion and falling into the door.

They rolled on the stairs beside the door and fell into the corner of the corner, and the door that was once opened seemed to be a living thing with consciousness and purpose, and slammed shut. The crimson moonlight was isolated on the rooftop. The air that was cold and clear in the night breeze became muddy again, and the muddyness only allowed the two who had escaped the rooftop to feel that they had returned to the world from hell.

The two hugged together, curled up in the corner and gasped, and for a long time, they recovered their strength to open their eyes. Gradually, the two could hear more sounds, and the constant noise from the downstairs continued, as if the anomalies in this building had not changed significantly after they and others entered the rooftop. Even so, it is hard to believe that it has really not changed.

They felt that they should talk, to avoid thinking about the thoughts in their minds that seemed to temporarily stop expanding, and to divert their attention. However, the brain capacity they freed up so that they did not know what to say. As soon as they think about "what should they say", there will be more ideas about this direction, which makes them a little nervous. They tried to empty their heads, and they seemed to prove that their choice to escape from the roof was correct. They could barely do it this time.

Although a breathing time that seemed temporarily okay made the two do not want to get up, but the movement from the downstairs was still approaching, still staying on the rooftop, others who were exposed to the blood-red moonlight did not need to worry about this It seems to be climbing up the stairs abnormally. Even so, is it better for the two of them to get rid of the **** moonlight, or do they need not worry about any abnormalities other than the **** moonlight? Even the two of the parties cannot make a firm judgment.

"Then, that ... what's your name?" The principal asked in a dry voice.

"... No husband ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The person replied, at this time the principal noticed that the man's protective clothing seemed to be intact, and it was an embarrassing stark contrast to the ragged goods that were torn by himself This is very unusual, the master knows that the power that destroys the mind will never put water on anyone, that is to say, this person may be less affected by himself in the **** moonlight-he is special , And this person does not seem to be normal.

Moreover, this man seems to be a man, and his name is really the weirdest place to date: no husband? What the hell's name? Can't understand it at all, is it a cold joke?

"No, don't do it ..." The mistress stumbled.

"Don't be a husband." The man emphasized again and again, "It is not a husband, not a husband."

"... What's the difference?" The principal asked, unable to resist. Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.

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