"Could it be that I hallucinated because of fatigue?"

Cheng Lingqiang closed one eye, touched his eyelids, and after opening them wide, he carefully observed his eyes, except for congestion, he didn't feel anything abnormal.

Haven't I come to my senses yet!?

He took another handful of water and poured it on his face, intending to refresh his face and use cold water to cool down his brain, which was constantly working.

In the next second, when he raised his head again, he saw himself standing straight on the other side of the mirror in the bathroom, and the "self" smiled evilly at Cheng Lingqiang, took out a razor, and cut his carotid artery.

Burst!

Bright red blood splattered out as if it had been padded to a water pump. Cheng Lingqiang felt that his face was sprayed with fishy blood, and he screamed miserably and fell on the ground covered with white tiles.

No, it's not!

He suddenly came to his senses and found that he was simply standing on the edge of the bathroom, and nothing had happened.

This is clearly just a hallucination of his own making. But at this moment, the pattern he had just seen appeared in the depths of his mind, and it kept flashing with a wonderful light, and he could feel something more in his mind.

It was a primordial enlightenment, a mechanism like a dialogue, repeatedly pouring out a transcendent wisdom to him from a certain source.

It is said that the ancestors of mankind, the ancient primitive people, would think of this conversation in their minds as the whispers of God......

Cheng Lingqiang didn't know what he was feeling right now, and this information was so strong that he was almost trapped in it, unable to help himself.

With this increasingly strong impulse, Cheng Lingqiang simply walked out of Xian's hand, he found a notebook, picked up the pen and kept writing and drawing on the paper.

“…… That's how it should be...... That's right...... That's what I did, yes, that's right, that's exactly what it is......"

Hee-hee! Cuckoo! Click! A whisper sounded in his ear, as if several people were sitting around him and talking.

Cheng Lingqiang was unconscious, or didn't care at all, he felt that his brain was pouring into countless profound wisdom like an apocalypse.

“…… I feel it, I do feel it, is this not an apocalypse? ”

Cheng Lingqiang felt that his spirit was becoming more and more sober, and with this "lucid state", he had been unconscious and engrossed in scribbling on the paper, and with the movement of his pen tip, a pair of strange patterns appeared on the white page, as well as strange words, and hidden number formulas.

In less than three hours, Cheng Lingqiang filled an entire notebook. The entire notebook is written in Chinese, Sanskrit, and Naqt hieroglyphs, and the handwriting is extremely sloppy.

The notes contained about seventeen different patterns, oddly ill and interspersed with a large number of mathematical formulas, but any mathematician who looked at them would only shake their heads, indicating that they could not understand them.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey——!"

He grinned and let out a burst of excited laughter, his whole face distorted and deformed, falling into a kind of frenzy, and after completing this notebook, Cheng Lingqiang's mind fell into an abnormal state.

Cheng Lingqiang was originally just an ordinary research scholar, but now his whole face looks extremely gloomy, his is sunken, and his face has an exaggerated luster.

The horrific transformation of his mind was radiating into his physical body, a condition that could not be explained by common sense, and in the final analysis, it could only be said to be the cause of the "science of chaos" that he had been unconsciously exposed to.

This heretical technology originated from the will of the "Abyss", which was induced by the second-ranked Ancestor Ferocious Rat, and unconsciously spread in time and space.

Chaos Science is still a technological realm, but only a few creatures are qualified to get a glimpse of it, but with great danger in the process.

Unless you are born with the favor of the Abyssal One, it will be difficult to escape the erosion of the Chaos Abyss, and the SAN value will be cleared and reduced to zero sooner or later.

Or it is a subordinate of the abyss, and it has been closely connected with the abyss since birth, as the saying goes, "negative and positive", anyway, it is a product of madness, and it will not have much impact if it continues to be "crazy".

However, if the subject were to be a normal human, it would be a desperate fact - once the door to the abyss is opened, no one can close it......

It is difficult for human beings who have unconsciously come into contact with "abyssal relics" to obtain supernormal knowledge and return to the normal category.

And Cheng Lingqiang is a ready-made example, his brain has no other thoughts at the moment, except for those crazy knowledge and wisdom, Cheng Lingqiang's mind is almost nothing.

"I—I must get out of here."

He muttered to himself word by word, and involuntarily hugged the notebook in his hand.

Cheng Lingqiang looked around the room with strange eyes, determined to leave the laboratory taken over by the military, with his current situation, this is not a simple problem, but Cheng Lingqiang believes that he can do it easily.

That's right, now is not the time to waste time here.

I still have important things to do!

He had to finish that "thing".

Cheng Lingqiang grinned, opened the notebook in his hand, and on the last page of the notebook, a strange figure was drawn, which was a structure similar to an inscription.

———————

There are many people in the world who have unusual interests and fetishes.

They are obsessed with areas that normal people would not be interested in, and they spend their lives doing so.

The same goes for the collector that Luo Dian was looking for next. The other party is obsessed with collecting rare books, rare books, and books with very few circulations. And he has a villa deep in the mountains of Y City, which is also his collection house, called Yujian no Pavilion, which was completed by a famous design city under his instruction.

That collector was an old man named Fei Shengqing, who was also a celebrity-level figure in Y City.

His family's ancestral home is to go to Nanyang to start a business, specializing in running the sea to do business, the family is big, and later returned to his hometown, leaving a lot of foundations, including a private library, there are more than 20,000 ancient books alone, directly donated to the government.

For what reason, Fei Shengqing insisted on building a Yujian Hall in the deep mountains of Y City, which served as his own holiday villa and was also a private library for books.

As soon as Luo Dian came to the periphery of this "Yujian Pavilion" and saw this Western-style villa, he had a creepy impulse in his heart.

"This place is a little sinister ——!"

He muttered to himself, after all, he was also an old Jianghu, if he couldn't feel the abnormalities of the "Youjian Pavilion", then his supernatural experience in the past few years would be in vain.

Despite the feeling that "going in will definitely trigger the event and forcibly enter the BAD END ending", Luo Dian still walked to the door and knocked on the door of this mansion.