(Unfinished; Not reviewed; No. 02 Level 2 Recorder Essay Message. As is customary, please read and delete. )

Following the theory in the previous recorder's message, I also found that the patient's dreams have a pattern to follow. In my spare time, I checked the non-top-secret records of the past again. Splicing together the S1-A dream, it seems to get a complete story. Due to the age of NY-9950, the level of cognition is limited. The dream records of patients such as NF-496-d and NY-9450-d are hereby translated and supplemented. I hope that all colleagues will verify.

NY-9450-d No.1008

I started dreaming again, and the beginning of each dream seemed to be the same. The white ceiling, the white walls, the white bed, the white machines that shimmer all around, the people dressed in white, but my father who is not white, is really comforting.

It's drowsy to float on top of that white fog, which is like a curtain on the stage, and when the curtain opens, the show begins. Today's dream is the same as yesterday's, yesterday's is the same as the day before yesterday, and I see them again and come to them. They are like me, but they are not like human beings. The milky white translucent limbs resemble jellyfish and more plankton (descriptions are provided in records of NY-9208-d). Their spirits are connected to each other and to the God who created them, like a vast spiritual network that communicates information without opening their mouths. This dream was different from the past, the monster that was suspended in the air, huge, obscuring the sky, splitting us small individuals, and scattering us into the barren land and sea, was gone. You can't find it even in the vast spiritual network. It disconnected from the network connected to us and disappeared from this world.

Some of us began to complain, "Lost God." According to the comparison of multiple documents, it is guessed that it refers to the "huge object that levitates in the sky". They believe that the object created them, so they use "god" instead. How do we survive? ”

Some began to accuse, "It is your disrespect for the Creator that causes God to leave." ”

The quarrel filled the dream for a while, until someone proposed to call the old god back with piety.

NY-9950 No.1284; NF-496-d No.1032

The ritual was solemn and elegant at first, but after a millennia it became violent and brutal. We wash away our "blasphemous sins" with masochism and attract God's attention by sacrificing our fellow human beings. It seems that every individual, every race, every group scattered on land and on the sea is pleasing God in the way it thinks. It seems that the more cruel and bloody the way to bring back the old gods who created us.

NF-496-d No.1032 (NY-9950 record missing)

Patriarch of the Sea (in an ambiguous dialect here.) Guess it means "leader". The lords of the land (ibid.) were convinced that their prayers were the truth, and the chiefs of the rivers (ibid.) classified the other races as godless "heathens." The King on the High Mountain (Ibid. here.) The original text is a dialect noun with an unknown meaning. Speculation is all about "leader". But four different names have emerged. He led the soldiers to rain down, and they enshrined statues that were not recognized by other ethnic groups in the center of each occupied zone. The "holy war" of the gods lasted for 10,000 years, until several powerful and wise kings conquered the mountains, the plains, the rivers, and the seas. If it weren't for the fact that the sea had blocked the path of the kings of the land, and the tribes of the sea did not know how to survive on land, perhaps this war would have continued.

NY-9950 No.1329

I also saw that the anger burned out in this helplessness that had nowhere to vent, and that the animals that kept rising and reproducing in this world aroused their curiosity. We searched the vast spiritual network and ancient memories of the people for the knowledge that God had left behind about these animals, but found nothing. We use God's knowledge to study these "new species." They were then crossed, spliced and transplanted. After that, we were amazed to find that these primitive, imbecile, and small creatures were better adapted to the living environment of this world than we did. With the invention of advanced medical and surgical techniques, we are becoming more and more passionate about transforming ourselves. By transplanting the organs of those animals, we have brought about evolution as a whole race. Gradually, we become perfect and can adapt to survive in almost any environment in this world. In this era of peace, the enthusiasm for active exploration and the spirit of specialized research make us feel that we are incomparably great. This "greatness" has even surpassed God.

NY-9950 No.1284 (NF-496-d No.1046 supplement)

Divide lurks like predators among us, among those who have migrated from the sea to the land, among those who have spread to the ends of the earth. In the shadows, it silently spread its claws. Radicals arose, led by scientists, who believed that God was not omniscient and omnipotent. Although God left behind the basic science that can be used by them is an unshakable truth. And the ancient knowledge that they cannot understand or decipher is superstition.

However, the conservatives, represented by the ancient priests, also stood up. They acknowledge the elevation that science has brought to our race, but they still study the knowledge of spells and occult that God has left behind that they cannot understand. Although progress has been slow, they are convinced that only this metaphysical and occult knowledge is the essence of God's wisdom.

NY-9950 No.2065, No.2130 (and the records of six patients)

Once again, the war broke out, and even on an even larger scale. The well-modified body has brought the flames of war to every continent and ocean in the world.

On one side of the war were the school of scientists, who "worshipped science and eliminated superstition," and on the other side were the metaphysicians, who defended that "the wisdom of God is to adhere to pure faith."

Eventually, the Metaphysicians used some kind of terrifying spell to summon a destructive force from the void and slam the earth. Their lack of a comprehensive knowledge of God's knowledge made the consequences of this event immeasurable. This event led to the extinction of our species. Many of the "lucky" compatriots died instantly at the moment of impact. There are also those who are unfortunate enough to be unable to resist this tremendous energy and die slowly after being tortured. Only a few, uncertain number of senior mages who studied metaphysics, found a solution from the knowledge of the gods, and survived. But they also paid a heavy price. Powerful energies cut off the spiritual network, and the remaining compatriots were scattered all over the world. They became separate individuals and no longer had any connection other than their memories. They went into hiding, using animals that were still alive at the time to repair their broken bodies. He even discarded the physical structure and physical features that originally resembled God. Indiscriminately, without aesthetic sense, transplanted the limbs and organs of those animals into themselves.

Shen Mingde closed the document on his phone. He didn't know what he had just read. I don't know what this document is that I brought out of that fan-shaped room. Is it a science fiction novel? Archaeological record? Or a record of the dream words of several madmen. He wasn't sure if it was the "Sixth Uncle" lying in the fan-shaped room he entered. At this time, he didn't have the courage to call Chen Huaizhi to question. From the documents, he had the impression that there might be six of those living corpses in the basement. A group of people known as "recorders". They didn't know each other's names, surnames, and identities, and every day, maybe every few days, they made a dream record of the living corpse. Mr. Chen denied that he had entered the room. So what are Chen Yongyi and Gao Bowen doing?

Shen Mingde felt tired. He looked out of the window of the coach and looked out into the wilderness of Jiangnan. He called the company and arranged the work briefly. The property of the entrusted community opens the door of their home, so that the hired people can come and take care of Nini often. He felt that the depression, nervousness and worry he had been feeling haggard all the time. If it continues, you may suffer from mental illness. He has no destination, no plan, and perhaps this trip is also the craziest trip in Shen Mingde's experience. He just took the train, from one city to another, saying that it was a trip, more like a kind of "banishment". Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it "flight".

On the 27th, he lay half-asleep in the sleeper of the train until almost noon. actually received a call from Xiao Jing. The voice on the other end of the line was frustrated and frightened, and from time to time a cacophony of shouts came from the receiver. Xiao Jing on the other side of the phone almost cried about her experience.

As Xiao Jing feared, her dreams increased in content with the number of dreams and the time of day, and became more distorted and real. Every time she dreams, she moves forward like a TV series, and every time the plot unfolds, she feels unspeakable fear. When she first arrived at her cousin's house in the south, she felt that everything was fine. She will still continue the dream she once described to Shen Mingde. Every time, he followed Zhou Tengfei's back up the dirt road in the middle of the village, and then was awakened by those terrible people and terrible faces. However, as he became accustomed to these sights, the dream began to stretch. She followed the crowd to the clearing, where they began to perform a dance. The dance was weird, twisted, and primitively wild, like she had never seen before. Those actions gave her a physiological disgust that she had never felt before. She wanted to wake herself up from her dream, but it seemed that all her efforts were in vain, and she could only watch the scenes she hated.

After that, she came up with a way to wake her up every hour with the alarm on her phone. In this way, although she still dreams, she will be woken up by an alarm clock whenever she falls into a deep sleep and starts dreaming. But she found that she was falling asleep faster and faster, so she adjusted the alarm clock accordingly, ringing every half an hour, every twenty minutes, fifteen minutes, and even ten minutes. The way itself was torture for herself. When her spirit was extremely tired, the Sandman still got hold of her, and no matter how many times the alarm went off, she never woke up again. Those dreams have become uncontrollably wild, violent, bloody. She saw the flesh of animals torn apart, the living thrown into the water, and unspeakable horrors. And more importantly, she dreamed that something was watching her, and she kept paying attention to her. The thing began to speak to him, but she had no way of knowing what it was talking about. Later, that feeling became more and more real, not only in her dreams, but also in reality. The thing would look at her through the mirror, peek through the cracks, and it seemed to hide in every corner, behind every obscure. Xiao Jing began to be less and less afraid to be alone, but her cousin and brother-in-law had to go to work, so she wandered aimlessly in public places like a walking corpse during the day. Until this morning, the two canaries kept by my cousin's house died, their necks were twisted off, and their feathers were scattered all over the ground. The brother-in-law said that it was done by the wild cats in the community, but Xiao Jing absolutely didn't believe it in her heart. She felt like that thing had done it, that thing had found her.

Shen Mingde hurriedly comforted Xiao Jing and told her that maybe it was all his imagination, and if he needed it, he was willing to go over to accompany him immediately. There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then Xiao Jing's disguised smile was heard. She rejected Shen Mingde's proposal. However, when she told Shen Mingde about these things, she felt much better, at least without that sense of depression. She suddenly felt that she was indeed overly sensitive, and planned to consult a psychiatrist.

On the 29th, two days have passed since the last call. Shen Mingde bought the ticket with a heavy heart and continued to embark on the next journey. He was still worried about Xiao Jing's situation, but according to the agreement of the last call, Xiao Jing didn't want Shen Mingde to call her often. If there is any change, she will take the initiative to contact Shen Mingde and tell him to live a good life. Shen Mingde then consulted Xiao Jing's problem with a psychiatrist friend over the phone. Doctors suspect some kind of mental illness. This answer made Shen Mingde feel better.

Later that day, Shen Mingde finally received a call from Xiao Jing again. The tone on the other side of the phone seemed a little more cheerful than the last time. According to Xiao Jing herself, after the call on the 27th, she found a psychological clinic with a good reputation. After that, he was diagnosed with "post-traumatic stress disorder". In the past two days, she has been actively cooperating with the treatment, although the effect is not obvious. She still had those weird dreams, and she would wake up, but at least she didn't feel so scared. Although, Shen Mingde was skeptical that only two days of treatment would be effective. But he was also a little relieved, so he encouraged Xiao Jing to cheer up quickly.

coincided with the night of June 1st, and Shen Mingde received a call from Xiao Jing again. Her condition has improved significantly. Although there will be a succession of dreams, however, those dreams have softened. In her dreams, she saw what she had been watching and what she once thought was a "scary thing". Actually, that thing wasn't scary at all. Maybe it was after being treated by a psychiatrist that her dreams improved. The thing Xiao Jing depicted was like a glowing ball, the size of an apple. Surrounded by a white halo of "plush". This description made Shen Mingde feel that the thing was more like the "elf" image in the cartoon. After hearing Shen Mingde's analogy, Xiao Jing seemed to show a long-lost smile, and echoed that it was an elf. In her dreams, the little elf took Xiao Jing to travel through many mountains and rivers, allowing her to see many rare plants and animals. Some of the plants were tall and stout, some were delicate and weird, and some were colorful. Most of the animals she had seen in her dreams had never seen before, but she still knew a few. For example, dragonflies, but those dragonflies are very huge. Shen Mingde asked half-jokingly: "So have you seen dinosaurs?" Xiao Jing said that she hadn't seen dinosaurs yet, because she still knew about that ancient animal. Shen Mingde thought that Xiao Jing should have recalled the prehistoric animal and plant fossils she saw in the museum in her dream. Maybe such a dream should be normal for her, right? So, the two of them chatted happily on the phone for a while. This kind of conversation made Shen Mingde also relax a lot.

The next night, Shen Mingde stayed in a city far from his hometown. In a resort with mountains and rivers in the background, Shen Mingde enjoyed the taste of relaxation and food that he had not felt in these days. He stayed in that cottage for two nights. During this period, I received a call from Xiao Jing again. On the phone, Ms. Xiao said that her doctor felt that her diagnosis might have been wrong. It may not be a very serious illness, just a sequelae of the shock. After talking to more people, it will soon be cured with effective psychological counseling. Shen Mingde also had the same experience and was pleased with her gradual recovery.

At the same time, Chen Huaizhi also sent a message. Inform Shen Mingde that the incident at the nursing home has been resolved. If he's had enough, he can always go home. This news is in line with the mobile phone news that he has been following a lot lately, and it seems that the dust has settled on that incident in just a few days. Although I don't know what means Chen Huaizhi used, these mean that Shen Mingde's "escape journey" can come to an end. He slapped his cheek with cold water in the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I seem to be even thinner. His cheeks were sunken, his eye sockets were dark and blue, and even the short hair, which had been carefully groomed and stood unyieldingly, had become a mess under his eyes. Shen Mingde's heart knew very well what it meant to return to Wuning City. The incident at the Yongning Rehabilitation Home was just an episode. The resolution of this incident has not brought any positive turn to its own danger. Although under Chen Huaizhi's protection, he seems to be able to enjoy temporary safety. However, he is facing the treacherous and cunning Gao Bowen, the terrifying killer who killed Yang Chuan, and perhaps the legendary "Mountain Miluo God". Even now, he himself has not even figured out whether Chen Huaizhi is friend or foe. It is inevitable that this guy will not do such things as "crossing the river and demolishing the bridge" and "hiding the bow of the bird".

Shen Mingde slowly collected his luggage in the guest room of the villa. He meticulously repacked the clothes he had brought with him, as well as his travel supplies. Although this is also his habit, this overly meticulous slowness is more of a hint of delaying time. Like a "death row inmate" about to be executed, he moved towards the execution chamber little by little. In addition to packing, he used his mobile phone to check the train or plane schedule for the next day. At this moment, accompanied by the sound effect of "Ding Dong", a slender "prompt box" appeared at the top of the phone's screen. That's a prompt to receive the message. Shen Mingde was shocked, and then opened the message.

The message reads: "If you are not afraid, your heart will be determined, and if your heart is determined, you will be full, and if you are full of God, you will not be able to do anything." If you want to see the contemptible person, come quickly. There is nothing to do lately, just looking forward to gossiping people. ”

Shen Mingde read the information. Needless to say, this must have been from the writer. The first sentence of the message should be from the "Notes on Reading Wei Caotang". Whether it was or not, he wasn't quite sure. However, this paragraph was sent at this time, which made Shen Mingde feel that this writer was really "like a god". When he saw the last two sentences, Shen Mingde couldn't help but smile sarcastically. For nothing else, he just laughed at himself. Isn't it enough for him to become a pawn of Chen Huaizhi, and now he has become the object of writers' material? He threw his phone onto the bed and continued to pack his bags. Suddenly, an electric flash flashed in Shen Mingde's mind

Ignorant thoughts. He recalled the living corpses in the fan-shaped room of the recovery home and said, "Now and now, the sword god is erected!" ”

He read the text message from the writer again. I wondered in my heart, could it be that the living corpse said to him, "You want to go to see God quickly"?

Shen Mingde did not waste any more time. He quickly packed his bags, booked a long-distance bus ticket, and set out on the journey again overnight.