Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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Consciousness

If I enter the Doomsday Realm again ...

"I have to say that you will forget your actual situation." Dr. Ander stared at me with a sense of trust and oppression. "It is not difficult for the current technology to make people forget some things. However, please trust us, we are not joking about your body and memory. You are our most precious special case, and your value is far beyond your expectations. I have already found the key to why you are a special case Now, we are going to pull out the key, and then, you will walk out of this hospital with a healthy ... no, superhuman body. And in return, you will get the most perfect guarantee for your future life. "He With a smile full of temptation, "Think about it, because your rewarding efforts will save thousands of people, and humans will not perish because of this virus. So far, besides us, who can treat What about this genetic infection and mutation? "

I stared at him, turned my head away after throwing the next sentence

I told him: "I am not a savior."

"But you must be the savior." Dr. Ander's voice came from the door that was covering up. "You must also admit that you want to be the savior."

... you can save the world.

The last trace of his voice seemed to come from a distant place, into my ears, and finally buried in the deepest part of my mind.

Out of the sight of Dr. Ander, my body seemed to lose strength all of a sudden. I leaned on the cold wall and slowly sat on the ground. I feel like a lonely and helpless child-just like the age when the body has just arrived-I sit on the cold ground with my knees for a while, about two or three seconds, this is my permission to indulge my weakness Time limit. After that, I once again stood up with all my strength.

I can't save the world.

However, I must become a hero.

I went back to my room. I didn't meet anyone on the road. There were no stairs in the winding corridor. I didn't notice when I came, but when I went back and looked closely, I saw a gap in the door. There is a "door" every five meters. Like Dr. Ander's office, he has strict access rights, maybe my room is the same. Even so, I still haven't seen anyone else.

I do n’t know how many staff and patients there are in this closed facility. This is not the same as the “intensive care unit” I remember.

In the past, when Dr. Andre and I conducted experiments in the "intensive care unit", the space there was equally huge, and the appearance looked like a three-story brick building, but it had at least five floors of basement, the edge of the basement was far away Far beyond the area of ​​the surface building. However, in many cases, the "intensive care unit" still looks like an ordinary disease research institute, and even makes people think it is just a modern high-end facility.

Looking back now, the "critically ill room" that exists in the memory is full of depression, and it looks old, like an old antique building.

Today, the place where I stayed has lost the repressive and fanatical atmosphere, but it is full of metal indifference and efficiency. What is more frightening is that it is not like a "modern medical research facility" at all, but like a prison built with a technology beyond the times.

When I woke up, everything was different from what I remembered.

Tie Se, Dorothy, Misaki, Bajing, and Marceau are no longer with me-when I injected them with k3, they were like other patients who received k series of drugs, and soon after a strong rejection Reaction, but, just when I was at a loss for this, Dr. Ande told me that their other research team had made some additional progress and might be able to keep them alive. He did not tell me what method they would use to save their lives, but I had to agree that they would take them away.

Before they turned yellow like other patients, the hospital took them away. After ... Have I seen them again?

I knocked my head hard and wanted to make the memory flow back faster, but the information was interrupted here.

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I began to hesitate, but in the end there was still no confirmation.

When I pulled back from the information in my brain, I had subconsciously returned to my room. Without the key, I put my hand on the "door" and it opened as expected. I sat by the bed, listening to the sound of the door closing again, dazed. I don't know what to do, as if I can't do anything except return to the illusion of doom. This is not easy, just like being abandoned by the world, unless you return to the illusion of the end, the reality of yourself has become worthless.

I seem to have to wait, it's really crazy. Dr. Ander really does not need to be anxious. He knows that no matter what, I can only go back to the path of Doom.

I started to feel tired. Although I had just woke up and didn't do anything except talking to Dr. Ruan Li and Dr. Ander, I still felt a kind of weakness in my soul. My body has not been very comfortable. The researchers here have survived me through unconventional methods, but it is not a joy to survive. I ca n’t imagine when I will be as healthy as in the past. There is no pain, no need to worry about the body that will collapse at any time walking on the sunny avenue.

I started to fall asleep. In fact, at this time, I was quite afraid of falling asleep, because I did n’t know if there was any unexpected deterioration in my body during this period of consciousness. Every time I sleep, I seem to squander the few lives I have left.

However, what can I do other than sleep?

——Why not exercise?

When I fell into a dark and peaceful world and my perception became muddled, there was a less clear voice whispering in this peaceful world. I think I am like a leaf, held by a stream on a mountain, and is drifting towards the front, I don't know how far away. This voice made me "stretch" a bit.

That's right, a stretch, no body, just a huddle of consciousness, as if touched by this sound, spread out like a reflex.

I woke up gradually, looking for where the sound came from, wanting to confirm whether it was my own auditory hallucination. Because of the darkness in front of me, I subconsciously wanted to "open my eyes" because I felt that darkness was only because I closed my eyes.

But that's not the case.

When I "open my eyes", the eyes are indeed bright. I found myself in a spiral upward staircase. I couldn't see the top up, nor the ground down. There was a sticky feeling on the soles of my feet. I lifted my foot and looked down, only to find myself stepping on a pool of thick red blood. My eyes moved up and down the steps, and I noticed that I didn't know when, the middle of the steps was covered with a layer of **** liquid, which looked like a welcome red carpet.

This made me realize that I was in a dream.

I heard the piano, followed by the woman's song, and she hummed in a vague voice, which made people feel like they were telling a story that was a long, long time ago, but it was hard to hear anyway. I think this music, this sound, this story is full of both a familiar sense of sight, but can't remember the calendar. I didn't see the woman. It seemed that on the endless spiral ladder, only I stood there alone.

I don't know if I should go up or down, but it must be wrong to stand in the middle. With such thoughts, I raised my feet. When I decided to go up, the originally empty place outside the spiral staircase, I don't know when there were crystal water droplets, which fell from top to bottom, just like a light rain, but they did not fall on the steps. Both sides of the steps were still dry, and the blood-colored liquid in the middle, like a red carpet, flowed in a heavy and slow posture. Whenever I stepped on a film, these liquids patted my feet. Soon, the liquid surface that was originally only high in the soles had overflowed the uppers.

I have been walking upwards, the scenery has not changed, boring and monotonous, but the blood-like red liquid has risen to my knees-I do n’t know why, I have n’t thought that these are blood, probably because it exudes a slight sweet smell Right. However, these red liquids were so viscous that they made my pace heavy.

The source of sound, rain and **** liquid all seemed to come from above, which made me want to go to the end and see what was going on. I cheered for myself, and it worked. After a while, an extra thing appeared above the spiral ladder-extra, just my own idea, only because of its accidental appearance in the long-term unchangeable scenery. Existence becomes abrupt.

I speeded up and rushed towards the thing with **** liquid. When I came to it, I realized that it turned out to be a frame suspended in the middle of the ladder. This is a portrait of me, not a photo, but an oil painting-like portrait painted with thick-painted techniques. Should it be lifelike or weird? I feel that it is like me and not like me. Although I have a smile in this picture, the large shadows make it in a gloomy atmosphere, especially in the background. At first, it looks like it is painted with a dark color, but if you look closely, you will I think this is a very deep, almost black red.

In the background of deep color, there seems to be faint lines, which are not very clear, like the outline of a female appearance.

This portrait is old, it seems that it has been for some years, and even a few spots on the face show signs of peeling, and it seems to be becoming part of a deep background. This is probably one of the reasons why I think this painting looks gloomy.

Out of the consciousness of psychology students, I feel that this portrait suddenly appeared here, representing a certain meaning, and it seems to want to tell me something, and this spiral ladder, the falling rain and the flowing red liquid carpet also have With a complex and deep meaning. However, I don't quite understand what they all represent.

I continued to walk upwards, and there were more and more portraits suspended in the air, not only mine but also other people I didn't know. My portraits seem to be getting better, the color is no longer as old as the first one, but it still looks eerie. The portraits of other people I do n’t know are not so good, their paint seems to be dissolving, and a yellow liquid flows down the screen-like l liquid. This made me feel horrified, thinking that they all seemed to be alive, and were uttering a kind of speechless and painful wailing. When I think about it like this, the expressions of portraits also start to become distorted and painful.

Why are they here? Appear in my dream? I couldn't help thinking that.

——Because, they are in your body.

There seems to be a voice telling me this way. I turned my head around and couldn't see where the sound came from. But soon, my eyes flashed a picture in an instant. Although it disappeared in a flash, I still saw it. It was a picture of me being soaked in a container and wrapped in yellow liquid. The liquid is constantly Seep into my body from my facial features and pores.

As if this is the answer-these portraits are all patients with doomsday syndrome, they are alive and absorbed into my body-this answer is like telling me that I should have died because of it, but in the end I But survived.

It ’s not easy to find out my own portrait from the portraits of many strangers, but when I walked through the most complicated road of the portrait, on the road afterwards, in addition to my own portrait, other people ’s portraits seemed to be only There is a picture frame left. The paint that made up their portrait completely dissolved into shape, and then, even the yellow liquid produced after dissolution seemed to be evaporating, gradually disappearing.

In the end, there was only my portrait, which was the last half-length portrait. In the picture, I wore a crimson bowler hat, and the upper body was wearing an equally crimson dress-like coat. His smile can't be said to be gloomy, but it is full of mystery, thin outline and powerful lines. Lifelike eyes seemed to be staring at me.

I dare not confirm that he is myself.

——Why ... dare not confirm?

The sound seems to be spoken from this picture, I suspect it is my hallucination.

But I still asked to myself, "Who are you?"

—I’m ... Carmen ...

I seem to hear such an answer.

The "I" in this painting says that he is called Carmen.

"Who are you?" I asked.

——I am ... the agent of the end ...

He answered so.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He answered in this way:

-In order to achieve the final victory of the sleep factor.

"Originally, but he was trapped." Suddenly, there was a clear voice jack in the conversation with the portrait of Carmen.

I looked to my side along the voice, and I didn't know when another "I" appeared next to me.

It is the "Gaochuan" that I saw in the dream of the spiral ladder in the past. When I saw him at this time, an emotion called joy suddenly rose in my heart.

"Long time no see." I said to him.

"Well, I haven't seen you for a long time." He smiled at me. "Originally, I thought we would never meet again."

"Where did you go?" I asked.

"I didn't go anywhere. I just slept in the bedroom." He said, "I thought she wouldn't let me out again."

"Who is she?" I asked again.

"She is ..." He said the name, but I could not hear the voice behind him. Then, when his voice became clear again, he only heard him say: "You shouldn't go up anymore, that It ’s her place, you ’ll be eaten, but that ’s a real monster. ”

I also want to ask more clearly, but the rain falling from above, the rain that had been falling outside the stairs, suddenly fell into the stairs. The sudden change made people unable to dodge, and I, another "Gaochuan" and the portrait called "Carmen", were all covered with transparency. When a feeling of being wrapped around my skin came to me, I realized that the red liquid, which was originally only in the middle, not only covered the entire ladder, but also spread to my waist. Looking up and down, it seemed like a river of blood flowing down from afar.

The speed and power of the river is increasing, and it has been rising. If it does not stop, it will definitely swallow me up, but before that, maybe I have been washed away by the tide.

"Look, she started again." Another "Gaochuan" looked up.

The same is true for Doom's agent "Carmen". He gave a gloomy and arrogant laughter. The portrait's face seemed to be shrouded in a deep background, leaving only the curved mouth line and the light from the eyes.

"Oh, oh, it's really fierce, it's terrible." He sighed in a murmur.

"What the **** are you ..." I tried to gain a foothold in the raging wave of blood, because I still have many questions to ask them, "What the **** is going on? What do you know? This body ..."

——When you float on the sea, you can never understand what is happening on the seabed. I used to float on the sea, but after all, I sank, returned to the source of everything, and finally came to my destination ...

The voice of another "Gao Chuan" is getting farther and farther away. What he said later, I can no longer hear clearly. I felt like I was soaking in the **** stream, my body seemed to be melting. Another "Gaochuan" pushed me hard. I couldn't stand anymore, and suddenly fell out of the spiral ladder and fell towards the endless end.

Above the endless spiral ladder ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I don't know how far away, a pair of huge blood-red eyes suddenly opened the entire ladder covered in its shadow.

It seems to be watching me!

I opened my eyes again.

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