Dr. Ender stood in the doorway, the crimson full moon shining crimson moonlight from the window, and he just stood silently, but saw his shadow dancing like a member of the tribal rites on television, the crazy dance was silent, but with that rhythm, a series of notes appeared in his mind, as if he was composing a bit of timbre. It was not the vocal music that I heard, but the sound that was deep in my heart, everything started from the self, and it surged violently, as if it was going to spread to the outside world through some invisible channel. It was the sound of drums, it was the sound of suona, it was a sharp flute, it was also a low violin, and there was a piano, a harmonica, an accordion...... What he knew, what he had heard, all sorts of natural and unnatural sounds came to mind one after the other, combined, swirled, shaken, if the glass was scraped with an awl, and the brown paper was torn apart one after another.

It was muddy, it was clear, it was disordered, but it was full of rhythm, and he suddenly wanted to dance, trembling like the crazy people in tribal rituals, raising his hands and calling to the ancestral gods, to the infinite universe, to the infinite ignorance, to the world that was not closed.

Dr. Ender was terrified, yearning, and ready to move, God knows how much effort he had exerted to suppress the agitation that made him feel that something was wrong, but even if he hadn't done so, he intuitively felt that all self-suppression was futile. This is a ritual, this is a sacrifice, this is a man, and he is a madman, and he is already a doomsday syndrome patient - he breathes rapidly, and there is a knock on the door again, as if he is a little confused, and a little worried, and the unfamiliar guy raises his voice and says, "Are you still sleeping?" Dr. Ender. Wake up, something is wrong, we need your help. ”

Dr. Ander finally put his hand on the doorknob and slammed it open, and the people outside seemed to want to knock on the door and raised their hands, but they couldn't take pictures anyway. There were lights outside the hallway, but against the crimson moonlight of the window behind them, the inorganic artificial light was so dim, so unstable, and shimmering, like the atmosphere of a horror movie. Dr. Ender saw the crimson moonlight flow out of the room like solid water, turning into a faint obscure mist in the hallway, and the man standing in the doorway didn't seem to notice at all—no, maybe it was just a hallucination of doomsday syndrome, or maybe only I could see it, Dr. Ender couldn't help but think.

Under the dim light and crimson moonlight, the person in charge outside the door showed a less clear outline, and Dr. Ander calmed down, and the outline became somewhat clear, a person, not a monster. Dr. Ander looked at him, and his eyes were extraordinarily bright, prominent, and conspicuous, and his mouth was closed as if he had said something, and Dr. Ander suddenly felt the fear deep in his heart. Yes, Dr. Ender thought, this person is also afraid, no one is not afraid of the current hospital, and everything that is coming, people should be afraid of those signs, it is not the fault of the person in front of him, fear is normal.

"Evening, good evening, Dr. Ender." The man swallowed his saliva, and Dr. Ender heard the sound of his throat rolling, it was incredible, Dr. Ender felt that his senses were sharper than ever, even though he was already sick and had so many hallucinations, he listened to the other person continue: "Something strange has happened...... Everybody hasn't slept well, and I think the situation is a bit dangerous, and if it's convenient, I should move immediately. ”

"What's going on?" Dr. Ander asked, his voice unexpectedly low, like the sound of a low drum beating over and over again in his head.

"Someone saw the three girls moving and wanted to continue monitoring, but the cameras all seemed to be broken." The man didn't seem to hear any difference in Dr. Ender's voice than before, but said with a little nervousness, "Our men quickly went to the room to check, only to find that the three girls were gone...... I don't know if someone did it, or if they did it themselves. We prefer that they do it themselves, although this has never been the case in the past. ”

"What's your conclusion?" Dr. Ander ignored the man's explanation, and just asked this, which made the man stunned for a moment, but the other party quickly reacted and said succinctly: "The three girls' personalities are showing signs of recovery, which is enough to support them to do more." Of course, even this little sign must have something to do with the 'virus'...... Maybe the 'virus' has made some changes. We need to retrieve the three girls and examine them further to determine the situation. ”

What an idiot. Dr. Ender said in his mind that his instincts told him that the disappearance of the three girls must have something to do with the 'virus' changes, but certainly not because of the recovery of their personalities. Maybe...... Maybe...... He couldn't help but think in his heart that the three girls had not left the room, but that these people had "not seen" or "found" them. Their existence is disappearing from the perception of these people. However, although there is such an abrupt idea, it is more like a delusion and speculation, and there is no evidence to be found at all.

Even so, Dr. Ender's stupid assessment of these people is not intended to be revised. It's just that they came to the conclusion not because they had many clues, but because they hoped that the three girls would be able to regain their personalities, so that they could find more answers from this perspective. But at the end of the day, even if girls can really recover their personality, it doesn't mean that people can find the answer from the recovered personality.

These people have begun to lose their way, and they actually know how powerless they are in the midst of the rapid and unsolved mysteries of the mutation. They expect changes that are in line with what they know, because the great unknown is causing them a sense of oppression that can make people insane.

"I'm going to the girl's room." Dr. Ender said this to the man in charge. It was a personal debt to be rescued by him before, so let him be happy before kicking him out of the core of the research team. However, Dr. Ender did not feel that he could do anything by going to the girl's room. The pain of Doomsday Syndrome was not suppressed, and he could tell it from the strangeness of the scene he saw in front of him and the reaction of the man in front of him.

I don't have much time, but this man is lucky not to be infected by the "virus", but if he continues to stay here, he will definitely accelerate the infection, because the disappearance of the three girls is indeed a strange thing, and the strange thing also means that this dormitory may be becoming the hardest hit area of infection, and the room where the three girls once stayed will definitely become the center of the hardest-hit area.

"I'll ...... with you," the man was about to say this, but Dr. Ender planned: "No, you can arrange for the others to move immediately, and leave yourself quickly, and when I see the room, I will go to you...... You, you, can't stay in this place any longer, and you know in your heart that these anomalies represent the spread of the 'virus' in this building. You don't want to be a doomsday syndrome yet, do you? ”

"This, how is it possible...... Dr. Ender, are you serious? Really not to leave with us? The man was about to plead, but he realized the gravity of the situation, and at once he choked his words in his throat, and finally just asked. Judging by his expression, Dr. Ander knew that he was desperate for everyone to leave together. Whether it's genuinely well-intentioned, or whether it's a researcher who values people who can do things, this urgency and concern is not false.

"I think the girl is still in the room." Still, Dr. Ander expressed his feelings, "You can't find them, it's just because you're 'wrong' with them." Of course, he couldn't explain what the so-called "staggering" was, and intuitively it seemed like a complicated situation that required a lot of work. But, with his instincts now, Dr. Ender felt he could find them. Just as this man-led research team values Sakiya, Hakkei, and Marceau, Dr. Ander also feels that it should be valued, but the research directions of the two sides are somewhat different.

The man was a little stunned when he heard this, and he looked at Dr. Ander carefully for a while, but did not say anything more to argue. He seemed to have some doubts, but he didn't seem to be sure of his doubts, but even so, he didn't have much attachment. And this is one of the reasons why Dr. Ender thinks that his research ability is lacking, this man is not very strong in attitude and motivation towards research, he is just a gifted enthusiast. It is precisely because of a certain talent that it is possible to reach its current status just by "liking it a little", but it is also limited by this, and it is impossible to become a truly powerful professional researcher.

Dr. Nguyen Li also has many personal reasons to become a researcher, but the difference in quality between the two sides is the dedication to "research" and the time consumed. So, Dr. Nguyen Li is enough to be the core of a research team to lead research in a certain direction, but this man can't, he is still just a good logistics hand.

Dr. Ender didn't speak, he subconsciously looked to the side of the hallway, the gray mist had sunk like a stream, just over the instep of his feet, but still rising, and in a little while, it would flood his knees until it filled all the space in the building. The line of sight was not clear, the dim light was still flickering, and what attracted his attention was still a sensation - he felt a movement that could only be described as "calling", and it seemed that the man in front of him did not feel it.

That's good, it's proof that the man isn't infected – maybe a latent infection, just hasn't flare-up yet.

"Protect yourself...... However, it is too late to say so. Dr. Ender's words made the man a little nervous, in his opinion, tonight's Dr. Ender was a little mysterious and nervous, and a mysterious feeling was spreading from the old man who had once dominated the hospital, and there seemed to be some changes from the Dr. Ender he had rescued before. But he couldn't say whether the change was good or bad, he didn't even have a standard for evaluation, everything in the hospital was too dangerous, too weird, he was eager to solve the problem, but he couldn't solve it himself, so he needed these real researchers, he took them seriously, and therefore valued every word they said.

Especially Dr. Ender. Dr. Ender's words seemed to mean something, but he didn't really understand it.

"Why is it late?" The man asked, following Dr. Ander's words.

"Everybody in this hospital could be potentially infected, you really haven't thought about it, you can't see the girl, are you still not showing symptoms, or are you already showing symptoms? Is it the girls who have the problem, or are you yourself the problem? Dr. Ander asked in a deep voice.

The man was silent. However, Dr. Ender does not need his answers, and the answers to these questions are very personal and useless until he is unable to solve the "virus" and know the secrets of the "virus".

"What about you? Dr. Ender, are you alright? After a while, the man asked.

"Maybe ......," Dr. Ender wanted to deny, but after a flash of thought, he didn't care, "It doesn't matter if you are infected, sometimes, you have to become a patient yourself to know the patient's pain and resonate with the patient." Many of the drugs in the hospital are the researcher's own clinical masterpieces, aren't they? ”

“…… You're crazy, Dr. Ender. The man had his own answer, and hurriedly took a few steps back, as if he was afraid of being infected by Dr. Ender, but he did not flee immediately, nor did he move, but said to Dr. Ender with some regret: "We will move immediately, and if we can no longer see each other, we can still exchange information." Take a random mobile phone, dial six zeros, and we will receive it and give you a new contact email. After a pause, he said, "I don't think we'll ever see each other directly." ”

"If I need it, I'll find you." Dr. Ender didn't care, and didn't care if the other person believed it. With that, he stepped down the hallway and walked in the direction of his senses.

The man looked at Dr. Ender's silent back, and there was a very heavy feeling weighing on his heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was caused by the increasingly tense atmosphere at this time, or if he was infected by Dr. Ender's abnormal aura. Either way, he was pretty sure that Dr. Ander was different tonight, and that maybe he could really do something amazing.

He had thought about whether he could kill this Doctor Ander, who was not quite the same as usual, on the spot, and he was able to rescue so many researchers before because of his good fighting ability, but in the face of Doctor Ander this night, the strange and mysterious aura of the other party made him no longer have much confidence.

In other words, the current dormitory building is terrifying to men, and the change in girls is terrifying to men, and in the same way, Dr. Ander has become the object of his fear.

The man didn't want to continue to have anything to do with this strange old man, so he chose the opposite direction and hurried away. He still has a lot to do, and moving to a relatively safe place in today's hospital is no easy task.