As if trapped in a deep hallucination within themselves, those who shouted and screamed waved their arms vigorously and stepped back step by step, as if resisting the approach of some invisible giant. The researcher who was choked by the throat vomited blood and let out a terrible scream, and the researcher who choked him also turned pale, he looked at his own hand, at his companion who was choked by himself, the familiar face was becoming distorted and strange, countless tentacles were burrowing out from under the skin, and more tentacles were drilling into the veins, making the person's body swell. However, in the blink of an eye, these hallucinations suddenly disappeared again. He felt many hands tugging at him, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that it was someone else who was preventing him from strangling his companion, but it was too late.

When the researcher, who had grabbed his companion's throat, let go of his hand, his whole body stiffened, and he watched his companion fall to the ground in a distorted position, but the fear that followed did not make him feel that he had killed his companion, but that after the death of this companion, something worse was about to befall him, and he felt this premonition, so he felt fear.

"Are you crazy too?" The men who were pulling him questioned.

"No, no, don't you feel it? He said something that must not be said! The researcher argued.

"Then it's not going to kill him, is it?" When he said this, someone had already measured the pulse of the companion who had fallen to the ground, and the other shook his head and said, "It's hopeless, it's weird, he didn't suffocate." ”

"Yes! That's it! Like the previous one, they all said crazy things, that's why they died! "I don't want to stay here any longer, and if we continue like this, we're all going to become crazy and die like them, and it's better to die sooner rather than just like that." ”

"Die early? Are you delirious? To say such a thing. The person next to him looked at him in disbelief and said, "Are you going to kill yourself?" ”

"Ah, no, wait...... What am I talking about? The researcher suddenly came to his senses, holding his head and muttering incredulously.

"Looks like you're dying. Calm down. The person next to him comforted, with hesitation in his words. The mad companions in front of him are not at all the kind of people with a manic temperament, and they are definitely not firm in their minds, and everyone here is full of baptism of will, and has abundant knowledge and tenacious nerves. If these companions are still considered weak-willed, then there are definitely no more than 100 of the more than 4 billion people in the world who are strong-willed—perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but the days of getting along in the hospital and sharing hardships are enough for everyone to know what kind of people around them are.

Obviously, the successive madness of my own people is definitely not caused by pressure in the normal sense. Behind this madness, there seems to be a pair of terrible eyes that are always watching these people. No matter what it was, there was no way for him and the others to deal with it directly, and they couldn't escape from this terrible sight. Wherever it is hidden, it will penetrate everywhere and attack from an unconventional way.

To say, this is the active "virus" that destroys everyone from the "inside" of oneself and others? The researcher didn't think so, because, although the peak of these companions in front of him showed many signs of doomsday syndrome patients, one companion's body was completely distorted and completely disappeared into thin air, and the other companion seemed to be strangled to death by his own companion, but in fact, it was already seen during a simple autopsy that it was not suffocation at all, but that its internal organs had been hollowed out - these deaths were completely different from those of doomsday syndrome.

Even if the condition of patients with doomsday syndrome suddenly reaches an advanced stage, most of them spontaneously combust or collapse into LCL, and most of them are the latter.

Judging from the phenomenon of death alone, the culprit who caused the madness and death of his own people is not like a "virus", but something else—something similar to a "virus", but different.

Could it be a variant of the "virus"? Or is it that in the process of activation, there will be some phased changes in the "virus"? That being said, there aren't enough tools to do this at this point.

The most worrying thing is that the anomalies that are chasing themselves and others are the second in addition to the "virus". Because, when the second appears, it means the third, and the fourth appears. A "virus" is already tricky, and if it is increased, what can human beings do but sink in despair?

"The people over there are getting in trouble, too." Suddenly, someone said so.

These sober people came to the glass wall, and they were a group. And those who didn't make it to the glass wall were the ones who couldn't even respond to the original inquiries from the researcher who claimed to have heard the strange voice. The distance between the two groups of people is clear, and at this time, it is even more perceptible that there are indeed many differences in the pathological behavior of the deceased in the self-proclaimed "sober" group and the group of people who seem to have fallen into a state of delirium.

"They're more like doomsday syndrome patients. And the two ......," one of the researchers said, glancing at the body lying on the ground, showed no signs of converting to LCL at all, "may not be the same in terms of pathogens." ”

"Either way, there's nothing we can do to help." Another researcher was extremely frustrated and desperate, "We're done, we can't do anything but die." ”

The others were silent, though others wanted to say something uplifting, but they couldn't. At such times, all the words that are intended to boost morale seem to be posturing and disgustingly false. If it can be useful with blank words, I and others will not fall into this fate, because my own people have really worked hard and done their best. When a person uses all his strength and no miracle can happen, what can be done?

No matter how strong a person is, he begins to burst into tears, and the more he weeps, the more he can feel how despair and fear are eroding his heart little by little, and the places that are decayed in the depths of his soul will not be filled, but will only leave a void with nothing. The cloudy crazy idea was popping up in his mind little by little, but he desperately endured it and didn't say anything to stop himself from carrying out it.

There is only silence, only silence, as if silence is the last medicine.

The few people who thought they were awake but could only be silent stared at the corpses on the ground, and looked at their companions on the other side, whose eyes were blank, who were equally silent and who had done nothing. Suddenly, the blinded group of researchers turned their heads toward the glass wall, and the few who claimed to be awake were horrified by the consistent and sudden movement.

The eyes of the two sides met, and the self-proclaimed sober party saw it, the other party's pupils were exaggeratedly constricted into a small dot, and the whites of the eyes occupied most of them, and the unexpectedly sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the bodies of his own group of people, through the glass wall, through the LCL liquid, through the secret room that imprisoned everyone, and went straight to a distant place, as if he could see what he and others could not see with their eyes. Their consistent movements, their consistent eyes, do not feel the warmth or coldness of human nature at all, only make people feel that it is not the will of people who dominates those bodies, but something else.

What exactly are they looking at? What exactly do you see? Nobody knows. Why are they experiencing these changes? What is the secret behind this change? No one knows either.

Everyone who claims to be sober feels at a loss, because they were originally smart people who know a lot, but now everything shows that they are just stupid people who know nothing - the world in their eyes was originally clear and full of hope, but now it has become beyond imagination, too many things they have not known, making the world extremely complicated, and they and others are only insignificant in it.

This world is definitely not what I and others have seen and thought in the past. It is as if the survival of human beings in the past was only a surviving and short time, but surviving did not bless human beings, just as there was no blessing for the life populations that died in the extinction of species in the past. The vastness of time is full of unknowns, whether they are finite or infinite, and their totality is far beyond human imagination.

The enterprising spirit, imagination and thinking capacity that human beings pride themselves on are so vulnerable in the face of the incredible unknown that it is not enough to survive. Humans are such creatures that need time and space to grow, and the question is, who will guarantee this?

No one can guarantee it. This world, which cannot even be contained by imagination, is like a black box that cannot be described by data. People hide in the carapace called the known, like hermit crabs, and they have to tremble even to forage for food, lest the big octopus that does not know where it comes from, peel itself out of the carapace in one bite, melt it into juice, and suck it in one bite.

No one spoke, the people on one side seemed to see through the void, and the people on the other side were looking at these people who seemed to see through the void. Until a strong tremor was transmitted in all directions, it was not like an earthquake, but it was also untenable. A few people who claimed to be awake fell, but they could feel the direction of the epicenter more clearly from the shaking of the ground.

This vibration is so fine, more like a huge machine is working, because of the violent internal movement, resulting in the loss of overall stability, its own vibration is transmitted to the ground, and then spread from the ground to a farther place - the lighter the range of vibration, the higher the frequency of its vibration, the more it shows that something that may be a "machine" is so huge, and its operating energy is so huge.

A vague but huge outline, a power of kinetic energy that can be felt more intuitively, made these researchers who subconsciously went to find the source of the vibrator can't help but show shocked expressions.

They only thought of one possibility: the ontology of the color center.

"Is it the color center?" Several people, who had completely fallen into despair and fear, gave up thinking, and could only use silence to confront the unimaginable enemy, looked at each other. They are not skeptical, but the shattering of hope again and again makes them instinctively resist any hope that may be rekindled. However, their sanity still let them know how this emotion was formed, and they knew that they were capable of lifting this resistance, but this time, they did nothing.

Even in the past, they, like everyone else, regarded the color center as their people's last hole card, the biggest rear, the last possibility, and at this moment, they are also tired. The Color-Binding Center never showed up when they thought they needed help the most, and they couldn't understand what the Color-Binding Center was, what it was, and what it was doing.

What it let its people do, it did meticulously, but even when the research results were ruined, it didn't do anything.

They knew that they might not be able to blame the color center for this sad fate, because the color center could not act on its own. But there is a dark psychology that even they themselves feel disgusted with, and at such times it becomes more and more evident that they are in fact very serious about blaming all their sins on this center of color, which seems to bring hope. The narrowness of their own strength surprised even themselves, and the narrowness of their own humanity made them feel more and more that they were so small.

If you can say the phrase "everything is the fault of the color center", you will be able to liberate yourself from that deep despair and self-loathing.

It's not the world's fault, because the world is so objective. It's not my fault, because I'm so subjective. Therefore, it can only be the fault of the color center, because no one knows what it is. Doomsday Syndrome Sufferer? Bio Computer? Freaked monsters?

When they realized that this was what they were thinking, the self-proclaimed sober researchers couldn't help but go limp. It is not like they continue to ponder themselves, as if they can only find true peace by falling into the chaos that they cannot understand, by falling into the boundless darkness, and even without thinking at all.

Trying to escape fear, despair, and madness seems to be nothing but self-deception other than to merge with them.