"Jiang" is waking up.

I could not directly gaze at this awakening with visual impressions or other intuitive impressions, but the changes of despair and fear sketched its activity in my mind. What does it look like? Indescribable, even in my imagination, there is not a specific shape. It seemed to be in my heart, in my body and soul, but I couldn't describe the exact location, it seemed to be the deepest part of the concept of "self", like an abyss at the bottom of the deep sea, and below that dark and cold I don't know how deep, it moved slightly, and did not wake up immediately, as if it was half-asleep because of the noise, turning over, inertia moving limbs - I thought it might be a tentacle, I can't imagine it being humanoid, because its horror can no longer be "humanoid" to accommodate - to it, this tentacle was also insignificant, but it was completely beyond the load of where I was.

Standing on the "door", filled with endless gloom, as if there is no superfluous visible thing except for me, the door, and the distorted human nature of the alienated Youjiang, this world of consciousness is like a broken mirror, making a cracking sound that seems to resound in the heart, not with the ears. I couldn't see the cracks, but all movement stopped, and the tide of distorted human forms that rushed towards me froze in a posture that was about to roll down, but suddenly, I saw a touch of red bloom from a certain point in space.

Before I could blink, the eerie red soaked every visible look.

Whether it is the gray vision, the door, or me, or the tide of the distorted human form of the alienated right river, none of them can resist being eroded by this strange red. All I can look at is something else or myself. Even the imaginary things that I depict with my unstoppable thoughts are inevitably all red.

Just as the "thinking lock" of the alienated right river will erode the thinking and imagination of the target, the red color brought by the stupidity of the "river" is also full of coercion from the mysterious. I can't imagine any color other than "red", and the concept and word "red" are like heavy, huge, cold pieces of metal. There are solid and liquid forms, mixed together, rushing in a river called "thinking". Soon, the river's normal water was squeezed out, and all that remained was the torrent of solid-liquid mixture.

The tide of the distorted humanoid form of the alienated right river began to crumble, and just as it solidified, it gave me a feeling of "changing from fluid to solid", the scene of collapse at this moment. This feeling of "solidity" is even stronger, and it has to be described as "dry", "pale", and "as if all the water has been sucked away, and it is turning from soil to sand". When it fell piece by piece, by the end of the day, it had collapsed like a pile of sand.

I seem to hear the sound of banging, but in fact, in this world of consciousness, from beginning to end. No matter what kind of movement it is, it never makes a "sound" in the normal sense.

There was a soft, warm sensation in my palm. This is the first feeling that arises in this dark and cold world of consciousness. When the "Jiang" woke up, my hand was always on the "door", but this soft and warm feeling was by no means the touch that these "doors" brought to me before. I couldn't turn my head to confirm in the first place, because my body was still stiff. I felt it, but it was like an endless red in the middle of an infinite stream of reds, a slightly lighter red, and it was impossible to turn one's attention to the slight difference.

Maybe. It is because my thinking, imagination and sensibility are being taken away by the "Jiang", just like the extreme sense of attention emanating from the alienated Youjiang, which makes it difficult to take their eyes off her body, facing everything caused by the "Jiang", even if it is not the real sense of seeing its body, and even if the imagination is very lacking, it is impossible to correctly describe its body, but even in terms of "sense of existence" and "degree of attention", the alienated Youjiang is far below the "Jiang" presented at this time.

The "river" has all the things that the alienated right river has, and each of them is above the degree of the alienated right river. If the alienated right river is a monster, then, "Jiang" is a monster among monsters, no, maybe "monster" can't describe its existence. When anything shocks people beyond their own imagination, whether it is gestured with malice or kindness, it will be filled with a weight that people cannot bear.

"Jiang" is so heavy, even if it is so "evil". In the past, I tried to distinguish between "Jiang" and "virus", and this idea has not changed yet, but every time I feel "Jiang", it seems that I am closer to it, and I also feel more inhuman malice in it. It can only be described as "evil", all despair and horror come from this "evil", and the humanity I have felt from the humanoid Jiang seems to have been born from this "evil".

"Virus" is a more mysterious and cold thing, just like inorganic movement, without an observable and imaginable outline, it has always existed in a simple and cruel way of existence, in the association of the extension of various diseases - "virus" is a word, and researchers use the concept of "virus" to try to more intuitively and vividly depict the existence that causes doomsday syndrome. In comparison, "Jiang" seems to be closer to human nature, but every time I come into contact with it, no matter what the circumstances, even if I am indeed saved by it, it cannot make people feel the non-malicious side, and it also does not make me feel "warmth" and "happiness".

Horror, despair, coldness, eerie malice seemed to wriggle in my skin and veins. I think it's always asleep, but even so, I can feel its gaze vaguely or tangibly in a moment of sleep, in an indescribable hallucination, in a sudden outbreak of crisis.

The heaviness it brought to me must have been beyond anyone's imagination. But even so, I can still claim that I love this thing, and this thing loves me. Many times, I also wonder about this, how can I be sure of this "love"? The "love" I felt was definitely different from the "love" in the ordinary sense. But where exactly is the difference?

My first love in the ordinary sense, and my first deep love in the sense of extraordinary knowledge, were all placed on the body of the humanoid and non-humanoid Jiang. Before this love, I had not experienced love in any sense. I know very well that this love is definitely not family affection. It is not like any emotion that has existed, depicted, criticized or celebrated in normal human society. So, I can't compare how much difference my love for Jiang is with other people's love for the opposite sex.

However, there must be differences, and there must be fundamental differences. Even as a client, it is difficult for me to understand it with common sense and reason. Why in the midst of such desperate, terrifying and cold malice, when the tongue of this malice is licking the body, and the eyes of this malice are staring at the soul, how can he still say so unhesitatingly that he loves this thing and is deeply loved by this thing.

I'm not stupid, even though I'm mentally ill.

However, even if you think about it, there is no answer. What's more, this "love" no matter what it is. It's the force that keeps me going, and it's the foundation of everything I'm doing now.

This love. It has indeed pushed me and saved me countless times.

Just like now.

In my mind, from the world of feeling and imagination, I chased this extraordinary love for "Jiang". As in the past, when I once again confirmed this "love", the next moment I suddenly "woke up". It's like waking up from a big dream. But there is no ignorance, those despair, horror and cold malice, I don't know when it has faded, although it has left traces, but. These traces will fade away.

Is "Jiang" asleep again? Beneath that untouchable abyss.

The softness and warmth of the palm coming from the palm touching the "door" occupies the most striking place at this moment. Because, except for this feeling, all other sensations are gone, and there is nothing else in this gloomy world of consciousness except me and the "door". It's just that this soft and warm feeling, that vigorous agitation, that slippery touch, is so familiar that I don't want to turn my eyes to it.

Even so, if I want to get out of here, I still have to go through this "door".

I pressed the disgusting familiarity, turned my head, and finally saw the appearance of the "door"—it was an inorganic material, as if it were stone, wood, or metal, but now it was a living organic matter—a wriggling pile of flesh and blood. I don't know where the flesh came from, I don't know where it is, it's all bloody pieces of flesh without skin, and it exudes a disgusting smell that people can't smell, but can directly imagine.

Moreover, it can be deeply felt that these flesh and blood and internal organs are alive. They wriggle, agitate, slimy, sliding out of place. Even, one can't help but think that only the surging tide of twisted human forms before can bring such a large amount of flesh and internal organs. People can't help but think that these things are part of the distorted human forms of the alienated Youjiang.

If you were an ordinary person, you might be so frightened that you can't think, you can't move, and it's definitely not surprising that you might even faint. However, I didn't feel anything more than a little disgusted, and the disgust brought by the internal organs in front of me was so small compared to the huge and abnormal malice of "Jiang", and the despair and horror that existed before.

The Gate of Flesh was squirming, already swallowing my palms, and the suction force was pulling me inward, over my elbows, then over my shoulders, and my feet had to go in. Half of my body was swallowed by it, and I didn't resist much, but the slippery, sticky squirming sensation really made people unable to get excited.

I didn't feel hurt, and, my gut told me, this was the last door. In other words, it was not, but after being eroded by the power of the "river", it was the last door.

I took a deep breath and squeezed my whole body into the door of flesh and blood.

There was a sudden light in front of me - not very bright, in fact, because the sky and the earth were all a deep color, filled with gray fog and ashes, and the howling wind could make people feel a desperate and crazy mood from the bottom of my heart from time to time - and I knew that I had completely walked out of consciousness and returned to the battlefield of the peninsula.

The observation image of the chain judgment revived in my mind in an instant, and I was holding a gun, and I happened to pass by the alienated Youjiang. Before I could make any more moves, the sniper bullet that swirled through the air struck the alienated Youjiang in the left eye. Alienated Youjiang's body seemed to lose her balance, and she fell in the opposite direction of mine at a very fast speed, but by the time I adjusted her position, she had already gained a foothold.

This is the second time she has been hit.

She hung her head, her long hair covering her face, and she couldn't see the injuries clearly.

However, the chain decision had already informed me of the result - it did hit, but alas, it didn't work.

The fragments of the invisible high-speed passage instantly stitched together the route to the rivet and the joint, and I sped away. In the observation of the chain judgment, the alienated Youjiang raised her head, showing a pleasant and cruel smile, her left eye was inlaid with the bullet, but at this time, it seemed that it was the abnormal eyeball, which was slowly "spitting" the bullet.

Yes, the bullet is pointing outward, and from the ripples, like tears of the water, little by little, "spit out".

Suddenly, the motion of the bullet became a straight line directed at the rivet and the jointer. The speed of the bullet could not be caught by the naked eye, it was faster than expected, and although I started one step earlier, I was still overtaken by this bullet in an instant. However, if it's just fast, I'm definitely not going to lose to anything.

The reference of the quick sweep shifted the moment it was overtaken by the bullet, and before the rivet and the connector could react, I had already overtaken the bullet again, grabbing the two men away from where they had been.

No one in the field reacted to such a brief mutation except me. When I stopped, the rivets and joints were still focused on the moment of the ambush.

However, half of the five minutes have passed. (To be continued.) )