I walked in the circular corridor, there was no one beside me, and the sound of getting into my ear was very noisy, but it was a bit like tinnitus. When I turned my head around, a strong sense of dizziness would strike, like ear The balance organ in has been damaged. However, this dizziness is not rigid and cold, and there is no sense of erraticness. шШщ.dyzww. Net | It is this sense of erraticness and the sudden loss of brain hardware and prosthesis that make me feel like I am dreaming. I can still think about some things, but I cannot agree that I am sober at this time.

——Here ... here ...

It ’s rare that this kind of thinking guides my actions in the brain, but I think it ’s not my own thoughts, it ’s more like someone ’s speech, and it ’s like a terrible one in my mind. The hacker sneaked deep into my brain. If the brain hardware is still there, no matter who is doing this, the firewall will definitely send an alarm in the first place. However, I am completely unaware of the existence of brain hardware. No matter if this is a dream or reality, there are not many guys who can do this--

"Jiang", Super Colors, Super Dorothy ... who the **** is that? Why do you do this? As soon as I thought deeply, my brain hurt terribly. Putting aside all factors, I believe that "Jiang" is playing ghosts, and the disappearance of brain hardware and prostheticization means that "Jiang" parasitic in my body directly broke through my defense line-no, to be precise It should have broken the seals of super color and super Dorothy in my body, reconstructed my perception, and let me experience this nightmare. The situation seems terrible, I don't know how long this state will last. What happens next, but I do n’t actually have much choice.

I am not sober. When my thinking turns, it brings me great pain, and these ideas are like ice floating on the water, sometimes melting, sometimes condensing, flowing in a certain direction with the established ocean current ... flowing ... dominate my actions, and I know that since I became like this. I have n’t thought about it, whether it ’s a good thing or a bad thing to act according to the non-self in my mind, because I ca n’t think in this direction at all.

All thoughts that deviate from the call will not be established. No matter what method is used to make it untenable, it will be untenable. And I cannot reverse this logic.

I feel like a mouse in a fairy tale walking along with the piper's flute, this seemingly unreal end of the corridor. It seems to have been leading to hell.

I can't clearly see the exact appearance of the corridor in the zoom of the field of view, sometimes confused, sometimes near, and sometimes far away. It will even twist into a strange shape with dizziness. I thought I was going to be awakened by someone—if it was just a dream, or discovered—if I did n’t dream, but the facts told me before that. I suddenly reached the end of the corridor.

I don't know why I suddenly stood at the end of the corridor, which makes no sense. It seems that every step of my life spans a very long distance, but this may be a testament to the judgment "This is a dream". If all this is "Jiang" at work, then, what does it want me to do? I supported the wall, dragged my weak body, lifted heavy eyes, and patrolled the valve at the end of the corridor-a gate that looked very advanced and styled like the 51st area, the appearance of the entire corridor was smooth The door with a hard line is unique. In the erratic field of vision, many warning signs and icons were illuminated, the most conspicuous red, smearing out the "09" number occupying one third of the gate. Soon, the red of the number slides down against the surface of the door under the influence of gravity, like full blood.

No, I probably read it right. It was not a description, but something like this really happened. A slippery and moist feeling came from the soles of my feet, which made me suddenly realize that I was not wearing shoes. The fresh red flows in the place along the outline of the door, making a gurgling sound. This sound is as clear as the thunderbolt in all the sounds of seemingly noisy and tinnitus. I smelled a strong scent, and my mind told myself that it was the smell of blood, but I never smelled it, such a sweet blood ... wait, it seemed to have been smelled, but ——

I can't remember.

It seems that the blood that flows endlessly gradually flows over the instep of my feet. This strange but familiar situation is enough to make me believe that "Jiang" is indeed working. My steps came to a halt. After I understood this, my palm was attached to the door. The door was opened casually after touching. There was light coming from the side of the door. It was dazzling and made it hard to breathe. , As if looking directly at the sun.

At the next moment, this place, like a nightmare, could not be sure that it was completely a dream, turned into countless streamers, and flew away behind me.

"I found it." There was a voice in my ear. This time, it was indeed a clear voice, not noise, not tinnitus, and not even the idea that came to my mind.

Who is speaking? What did you find? My intuition is that the speaker is not "Jiang", because that is obviously a male voice, a very familiar voice.

I know this speaker. Before confirming the "thing found", my eyes turned to the side voice. I do n’t know when, that man is standing by my side, no, to be precise, a teenager, about the age of a high school student. When I looked at him, he also looked at me. At the moment of looking up, a very sudden idea emerged-it seemed to be my idea, but what I really want to say is not all, the outline of this idea is like this:

"I had a dream. When I walked up the stairs, I saw a faceless person standing there, but couldn't walk to his side. I talked to him, but he just stood there silently to me Laugh. I want to know who he is, so I went up the stairs again today. He stood there again today, and I hope he can say a word to me and say anything. So he said ... "

The above thoughts, and the reason why I think that this is not all because of my thoughts, is that I actually know that the teenager around me is Gao Chuan, in the memory information retained by the last Gao Chuan. He exists—although, as described by the idea above. This young Gaochuan is just a "dream" and "fragment" like existence.

Even so, at this moment, he really stood by my side.

I couldn't help but twitch my teeth, hold the painful forehead, and said to myself, "Is it really a dream?"

"..." The young Gaochuan stared at me as if it were just an image, and the previous words seemed to have never happened before. Just when I planned to really ignore him as a hallucinatory image, he spoke again: "Be careful, you are treated as bait."

"What?" I froze for a moment before I realized that this phantom-like existence really spoke to me. I heard it clearly, but I could n’t understand it. What is he hinting at?

This young man Gao Chuan gazed at me, no, the more vivid statement should be, this is an illusion of making a gaze gesture, no matter who he meets with him, he will surely feel that this illusion is staring at himself. but. Because of this feeling, it makes me think that he seems to be talking to all the "Gaochuan" who might be standing in front of him, just like taking pictures of his last words-is he a Gaochuan in the past? Yes, in the memory information of the last Gaochuan. So confirmed. Moreover, he is not in the 60% of the information that has been integrated.

Accompanied by the extraction of memory information from the last Gaochuan. A strong emotion came suddenly, and I was swallowed almost in the blink of an eye. The last Gaochuan's memory information, no, it should be said that all the integrated Gaochuan information should not have subjective emotions? The first time I encountered such a situation ... It seems that it is not right to say so, but it is absolutely correct to say that there has never been such a strong impact.

That was the emotion condensed by the last Gao Chuan's subjective cognition of this young Gao Chuan. This emotion is so complicated and so violent that it carries too much information, which makes me unable to analyze it at all.

I am in pain, my brain seems to explode. I couldn't hold it any longer, half-kneeled in front of this young man Gao Chuan's illusion, whenever I lifted my eyes and looked at him, it was like a soul cut by an invisible blade.

"You, what the **** are you ..." I couldn't help but ask, I understand that he is a certain Gaochuan, but in all the integrated Gaochuan information, he has never been like him, not so powerful, but rather strange. The presence.

Like me with brain hardware and prosthesis, no, it's more serious than me. When this young Gaochuan illusion was born, no, maybe after he died, it turned into something that was definitely not human, although in front of my eyes, in the memory information of the last Gaochuan, only the illusion appeared in general I cannot explain or understand the specific situation, but I dare to use my soul to guarantee that this guy is absolutely not normal!

It didn't answer my question, so I asked in pain: "What the **** do you want to tell me?"

"I did something that I don't know is correct." The young Gaochuan illusion finally spoke, "It's like what you are doing now."

"What?" I don't understand. I hate such a headless, what is it going to do? Lack of sufficient information, I know nothing about it.

"I love it, I believe it, you don't know, how much I love it, how much I trust it." Juvenile Gao Chuan gazes at the front, facing someone-it's me at this moment, saying: "I'm back Reality, although, until now I still ca n’t fully believe it, that ’s the reality. I ’m in pain, I want to be able to do something ... "

"Then, did you do it?" I continued to speak with patience, continuing the topic.

"Yes, I did." The young Gaochuan illusion said.

"But, you don't know if this is the right choice?" I asked.

"No, it's not this choice." The boy Gaochuan illusion said, his face with a faint smile from beginning to end, that is not to maintain politeness, or to deal with people's smiles. I really don't know what it is laughing at. Although it is an illusion, it seems to be able to hear me, answer me, and continue to say: "I failed, no, I thought I failed. Then, how many Gaochuan are you after? Forget it, this It doesn't matter at all, as long as it is Gao Chuan, you should know what I saw and what I wanted to do while I was alive. "

"Yes, reality ... that's reality ..." I muttered in pain and lost my brain hardware, so I really understood what kind of pain that reality brought. I began to feel that my headache, dizziness and all the intense negative states. In fact, it was born out of this painful cause, not all of them were "Jiang".

At this moment. What is the origin of this young Gaochuan who appeared in front of me? Why does it appear in the anomaly that was supposed to be composed of "Jiang" forces? Ah, I remembered that in the memory information of the last Gao Chuan, there was such a cognition that this young Gao Chuan had a peculiar relationship with Jiang. Think about it now. He said that he did something that he didn't know was good or bad-what was it like? Is it something related to Jiang?

"I must confess that I failed when I was alive." The young Gaochuan illusion said: "I saw through the cause of 'Gaochuan', so I gave up everything I got when I was alive. I hope that Gaochuan's succession may bring hope Something— "Here, it paused and said," Except for it. "

It is it again. I think. This "it" is the key to this conversation.

"It's" Jiang? "" I asked in a definite tone.

"Jiang, it is my soul, my dearest love, my life." The boy Gaochuan illusion replied in a tone that described plain facts, however. Because of this, it makes me creepy.

"Do you love it? Are you sure? Is that 'Jiang'?" I stared at him and said, "Are you crazy !?"

The boy Gaochuan ’s illusion did n’t answer, but continued to say to himself: “When I was alive, I eventually became a loser. I left the legacy before death. However. Who can think of it? After death, But I saw hope for success. "When it comes to the word" success ". He was a little unsure that anyone could hear that hesitant tone, and he hesitantly said: "Maybe, it is a hope for success."

When the young Gaochuan illusion said this, it reminded me of what he said before, which gave me a very bad hunch.

"What did you do?" My heart was beating violently.

"I—" The young Gaochuan phantom paused, and for the first time his expression became extremely serious: "Released it."

"Release ... it?" Although the pain made me feel prostration and even my thinking ability seemed to be dull, when I repeated this sentence, goose bumps all over the body appeared, "You, released 'Jiang'? It's you who released 'Jiang'? "If I still have the strength, I must be roaring now? "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." The serious expression of teenager Gao Chuan's illusion calmed down again, and said to himself again: "It said, it can fulfill my wish, it will fulfill my wish, it loves me— -You know……"

I heard here and interrupted him without thinking, yes, I know, although I do n’t understand why this happens, I just know: "You love it, you trust it." I murmured, a kind of The ridiculous feeling came to mind. I do n’t understand what went wrong, no, it ’s not true to say wrong. All Gaochuan have the same purpose and desire, even if the young Gaochuan illusion in front of him does not know what ghost has become. It's just that I was a little overwhelmed. The process of achieving my goals and wishes suddenly became different from him.

This is not the same as the information in my memory. It seems like countless Gaochuans have shaped a straight world line. However, a Gaochuan that should have been in a trench suddenly jumped out. Although the direction is the same, but, The route was different when moving forward. What was even more confusing was that the only route chosen by Gaochuan caused the world line to begin to diverge and even shift.

I have many words, I want to use the power of roaring to tell this young Gaochuan illusion, but, with my mouth open, I can't say anything to blame.

"You failed, you are already dead, why not just die like this?" I can only ask him in pain.

"I can't die." The youth illusion Gao Chuan gave me a ridiculous answer that I could intuitively believe. "Jiang ate my dying, but I am not alive."

"'Jiang' will not only eat your 'death ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Now, in the future, it will eat everything." I can only say it in a deep voice.

"It said it would fulfill my wish." The young Gaochuan illusion said, "I trust it, but I don't know if this choice is correct--"

"Are you confessing to me?" I asked in a condensed voice.

"No, I don't regret it, I just don't know it." The young Gaochuan illusion rejected my thoughts, "I am here just to tell you, no matter what kind of Gaochuan is standing here, I I think, I have a responsibility to tell you these things. I do n’t know what you plan to do. When I was alive, I was just Gaochuan of my time. However, I, who died abnormally, chose my own method, although I do n’t know if this choice is correct. But, I believe it, I love it ... "

"I don't understand, Gao Chuan actually loves Zhenjiang, doesn't he?" I said that, in fact, I'm not sure myself. There are too many ambiguities on the issue of ‘Jiang’ and ‘Zhenjiang’, and the boundary between the two becomes blurred at the moment of Zhenjiang ’s death.

"..." Juvenile Gao Chuan's illusion was silent for a while, and slowly said to me: "Zhen Jiang is also part of Jiang, isn't it?"

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