One second to remember, providing you with high speed. Dr. Nguyen Le said before that she had a premonition of the internal conflict in the seminar and had made some preparations in advance, and she asked me to be on standby at all times, and now the text message she sent is about that. Leaving the peninsula is the best way to avoid the center of the storm, but, according to the crew, the weather around the peninsula will get worse and worse over time, and shipping will basically be suspended. This means that unless you leave now, it will be almost impossible to leave by boat from the river after a while, perhaps after today, under normal circumstances. The other route to the outlying islands is from the peninsula into the interior, but the scope of the mental hospital also spans this route, and there are many bad rumors, all of which take place on this route in stormy weather, even if you don't look at it from the occult point of view, this route may hide some deadly secrets, so those rumors will appear, which is undoubtedly very dangerous.

Although Dr. Nguyen Le was also a member of the seminar, the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital was not under her management, and her relationship with the other members of the seminar now seemed to be less harmonious. What's more, the seminar is now tilting towards the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, and in the case of conflicting ideas between the two sides, it is certainly not those who occupy the local geographical advantage to suffer.

&  Now, the situation of Dr. Ruan Li and Marceau, to put it mildly, is to seek skin with the tiger, however, for Dr. Ruan Li to come but there is a reason why he has to do this, Marceau also needs the treatment of the seminar Dr. Ruan Li reminded me sternly in a text message. Marceau, like me, was a patient, and her condition was not exactly the same as mine, and avoiding medical treatment would only lead to worse consequences. Dr. Marceau looks at Marceau's situation from the perspective of the world. And my perspective on Marceau, although it is slightly different, but by further extending Dr. Marceau's statement, it can also prove from other angles that "Marceau cannot leave the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital for the time being".

Of course I thought about it. Immediately forcibly took Dr. Nguyen Le and Marceau, ignoring any other circumstances. But there are already many calls, hints, and clues before me, and if I do, I can't save anyone. Dr. Nguyen Le plays an important role in this world, and if this is a predestined story, then she is the only one who writes the story as the thread that moves the storyline to the next chapter. can completely cut off her fate, and no matter what others do, it is impossible for her not to do those things that have a specific meaning. Obviously, I am not the one who writes the story, and from this point of view, even if I forcibly imprison and take Dr. Nguyen Li away, I will not be able to cut off her influence on the course of the end of the world.

I continue to stay here every time I make it. Observe the development of the situation in order to intervene in the decision. I can't help but wonder if Dr. Ruan Li was prevented from coming here in the first place, and those things that followed would not have happened. But the final answer always makes people feel helpless. If Dr. Nguyen Le and I hadn't come to this seminar, we wouldn't have noticed that Marceau would be one of the regular patients. Of course, they couldn't help her. And when I met Marceau, Marceau had already received the new medicine from the seminar, which was enough to be one of the reasons why I couldn't forcibly take her away.

As in the apocalyptic illusions of the past, I felt it deeply. It has always been placed in a chain of cause and effect, and there is a kind of fate in the dark, showing malice to the whole world. And what he has done, no matter what his original intentions are, is only promoting the development of this viciousness. It's not about "whether there is power to break fate", but simply because "even if you have power, it's just fate".

It's the most frustrating feeling and the most dangerous state for a mysterious expert. Many mysterious experts are in this state and finally give up struggling.

There have been several times when I have been captured by this large and vicious sense of fate, just as I am now. However, I can still keep a diary, and when I write this qiē into a story, I can look at myself in the story from an independent perspective, and observe the fate that "Gao Chuan" is facing. Whenever I do that, I always feel calm.

This night, I did the same, in the sound of the drizzling rain. I opened my notepad and wrote down what I saw and heard in my nightmares, and how I felt when I woke up, and this chapter was as obscure, dark, and full of distorted flavor as ever. And even from the perspective of the high-ranking "author", I can't tell which world in the story is real.

Outside the window, the rain was heavier, and the darkness deepened. I covered the female patient on the bed with a blanket, picked up my homemade rudimentary tools, opened the door and left.

Following the instructions in the text message, I walked into the rain and went under a tree 100 meters away from the ward, and used tools to dig through the wet ground. It took about a minute or so to dig out a suitcase. I don't know when Dr. Nguyen Le buried this suitcase or why she handed it over to me in this way, but I trust Dr. Nguyen Li and believe that she must have done it for some reason, and if I didn't do what she did, I could have ruined her plans and put her in danger.

Perhaps, these actions, which are superfluous from my point of view, are necessary steps for success for others. With this in mind, I never have to be tough enough to interfere with other people's decisions. Unless, in my opinion, things have become irretrievable.

The rain hits the body, and there is a strange sticky feeling, like the rain is not clean, which makes the skin have an allergic reaction. I was drenched all over my body, and the gown was not very comfortable against my skin, but I could feel that I didn't complain. I calmly buried the hole and returned to my room with my suitcase, where I took a fresh shower before sitting down at the table and opening it.

Inside is a tube of medicine, all of which are solution-type drugs, the mouth of the bottle is sealed by a special process, and the cap part has a pinhole design for rapid injection. Each tube of the potion, most of which is the size of a thumb, is pink throughout. Aside from the color, the packaging is already very similar to the "paradise" of the Doomsday Shinrikyo in memory.

These drugs were not given to me to try, but to other patients who were taking the new drugs at the seminar. Its use is unknown. Dr. Ruan Li did not go into details, but probably there will be new reactions to the new drugs, and of course, there will be some side effects due to the differences in the specific conditions of patients. Theoretically, maso can also be injected. Dr. Nguyen Li mentioned it in an encrypted text message. I can choose a patient who can take medication, but I should never inject myself.

As for what will happen to the patients after they are injected, Dr. Nguyen Le did not mention it. She only hinted that some changes would happen, and whether these changes were mostly good or bad, even Dr. Nguyen Li himself could not be sure. Because the effect it produces depends on the patient's own situation. However, "making a difference" itself is what Dr. Nguyen Le needs.

I roughly counted the number of drugs in this suitcase, and it was absolutely impossible to inject every patient who took a new drug.

Although Dr. Nguyen Le cannot give guarantees, however. I still made the decision in a short time to take the potion out. Activate the quick injection needle of the cap and prick it on the arm of the female patient in the same bed.

The effect of the drug was so fast that the female patient seemed to be suffocated, her face turned purple, and her eyes suddenly opened, staring at the ceiling. The mouth was wide open and there was no sound, and the body was constantly twitching. In the blink of an eye, she was incontinent, and her convulsive body suddenly arched, as if it was about to bounce up. I'm a little worried. But the next moment, she was as quiet as she was exhausted. Her eyes were closed, and she never seemed to wake up, but her expression, which had always seemed stunned, softened somewhat.

The female patient now is more like a "normal person" than before. I thought, if she was dreaming at this time, what kind of dream would it be? The change in her expression, how much can it be considered that the reaction of the drug in her body is more benign? I'm not so sure.

I closed the suitcase, tucked it away, walked over to the bed, and opened her eyelids with my fingers. Even so, she didn't wake up, her constricted pupils looking hollow. I looked into her eyes, looking at myself in her eyes, and the power of consciousness walking allowed me to push open the doors of my heart and go to the depths of her consciousness.

As the world unfolded before me, I suddenly realized that I was back in the nightmare of the deepest night. In the sky sprinkled with ash and Mars, a huge sphere of blood was suspended, which had completely detached itself from the horizon. And I'm not where I left off last time, which means I've lost contact with the group trying to make their way to Old Hawk's shelter. Although the time in this nightmare is very short in the normal world, there is no corresponding reference for how long it has been in the nightmare.

I entered this nightmare through the consciousness of the female patient, and the female patient was naturally having the same nightmare, and perhaps her consciousness mapping was close by. I walked around with this in mind, and at the same time, I heard strange movements in my ears. A vicious wind suddenly brushed the side of my face, and something pierced the boulder in front of me, not because I didn't react, but simply because, although the sudden attack was fast, it was not enough to escape the observation of the chain judgment, and the attack trajectory did not need to be dodged from the beginning.

I turned around and saw a huge spider-like weirdness. The gigantic spider's body is covered in hideous fluff, and the patterns of the fluff resemble some of the faces that are constantly wailing, and these patterns are constantly changing as the spider moves. However, although its body resembles that of a spider, its head is broken, and a new head grows from the place where it is broken. The head is humanoid, however, it has facial features but no hair, and it looks like a grim female face, except that when it opens its mouth, its sharp teeth make people shudder.

But the wind that struck me was not an attack from it. In the induction of the chain judgment, there is another kind of short strange body, hidden in the stone behind the spider. As I moved, the sporadic stalks of withered grass in the place swayed slightly, unnaturally, but I could not see this dwarf and strange figure.

I stepped forward, and the spider spat out a milky white substance. The speed of the spit was easy for me to dodge, and then the milky white substance spilled all over the floor, immediately corroding a large area of the ground. Although the spider couldn't help but stop after spitting strangely, the dwarf monster from behind it also took the opportunity to attack, and a vicious wind blew in its face.

I drew my sword and slashed it, albeit in a chain decision. Something that hit me was immediately slashed away, but I didn't feel like I had hit anything.

I scrambled back, and when I turned into the rocks, the spiders made a strange high-pitched cry, and something spilled on the rocks. There was a sizzling sound. And even though I cut off the view from each other with the rocks, the strange wind from the dwarf, unseen, kept coming at me as if it could penetrate any obstacle. In the speed-swept state, it was difficult for these evil winds to catch up with my movements, but it was also troublesome to be targeted like this.

Although the short monstrous one is not visible to the naked eye, the chain judgment can always lock its position. I raised my crossbow. Arrows were thrown in an intuitive way, and after a breath, the short monstrous vanished from the chain judgment, and the wind never reappeared.

I didn't get entangled with the rest of the spider weird, and ten seconds after I got rid of my gaze, the spider weird stopped searching. I slowed down and walked along the shadow of the cliff face, where a dilapidated wooden house soon appeared in front of me. It should be here. I had a gut feeling and walked up and knocked on the door.

No one responded.

I looked at the side window. The windows were all locked from the inside, and the heavy curtains were pulled down, so that not even a trace of light could be seen.

The sky was burning but still gloomy, bleeding from the spheres of the sun or the moon, steaming gray mist from time to time, and raining dead blood from time to time. The weirdness is wandering, these abnormal sights, it seems to be completely isolated from the wooden house Yes, this closed wooden house, gives me the feeling. It's like a strong and self-contained fortress.

However, the exterior walls of such a wooden house also show signs of decay, and this decay is spreading throughout the house at a visible rate in the observation of chain judgments. Time seemed to be speeding up here, and in just a few breaths, the lock outside the door was already covered with a layer of patina rust, and I reached out and pulled it, and the metal lock broke and shattered like a biscuit. Immediately afterwards, the bolt also fell off due to the action of external force, and the part nailed to the door panel fell off.

Metalwork seems to decay faster than wooden.

I didn't hesitate, and with a push of it, the door opened inward.

There was only one room in the room, and when I entered the room, I saw a woman who looked similar to the female patient, wearing a gorgeous long dress, lying on a rocking chair, as if she didn't realize that someone was coming in, and just shook back and forth, her eyes staring at the ceiling.

"Ahhh......h

I took another step forward, and suddenly a flame burst out of thin air, burning wood everywhere at once. A gust of wind blew from the open door, and the tongue of fire suddenly licked up to the ceiling, and the whole wooden house was on fire. The woman remained motionless, as if unaware of the danger. Whatever such a scene symbolizes, it must not be right to let a woman be burned here. Such thoughts prompted me to go to the woman, and it was because I was still vigilant that I was not frightened when the woman screamed suddenly.

However, the woman's scream, with an invisible power, crushed the burning wooden house in one fell swoop. Before the splinters could hit her, I pulled her up, grabbed her by the waist, and left the hut with a quick sweep. As soon as he settled down, he saw the wooden house completely collapse and be burned to ashes in an unusually fast fire. And these ashes cannot be absorbed by the magic pattern.

The woman in my arms suddenly took a deep breath, like a suffocating person, suddenly able to breathe. Her expression began to brighten and begin to be full of life, however, even when her eyes were open, it gave the impression that she was not awake at all.

She breathed calmly, her body was soft and warm, her skin was elastic, and her expression was soft, but she didn't even move her eyes.

I didn't understand what was going on with her, and what made her consciousness look like this. I hugged her, not knowing what to do, maybe just take her to the shelter? However, I don't even know what this place is, which direction it is from, or how far away it is.

However, I quickly sensed some unusual phenomena, and I looked at the ground along the induction, and saw that when the wooden house burned out, some of the ashes produced fell to the ground, and gradually piled up into some patterns and symbols, and I, holding the woman, was standing in the center of these patterns and symbols.

It appears to be a magic circle made of ashes.

Just as I was thinking this, there was a piece of fire wandering through the textures of patterns and symbols. The next moment, when my eyes went dark and the view came into view again, I found myself back in the chapel of the sanctuary. The humanoid "tie" sits in its usual position, in a posture of sincere prayer. When I looked at her, she also "happened" to look up at me.

"Welcome back. You've already discovered it. She said. However, although I have some ideas about what she means, it is difficult to describe in words.

"I went to the Tower and met an old hunter and the truth behind a door." I put the woman in my arms on the bench and said to the humanoid "Tie": "Old Hawke has also been there, and has come into contact with the Black Seat, which is why he became what he was later." I think you know more than that. ”

"Sorry, my beloved warriors. I only know what I should know, however, that tower is not among them. The humanoid "system" said calmly and soothingly, "The Tower belongs to the deepest night, and I do not belong to the deepest night." ”

"So, what the hell are you?" I asked. In the past, she didn't answer this question, but now the feeling, the attitude seems to have loosened somewhat. Although she looks like a puppet, she has a unique human agility at this time. It strikes me that she doesn't always follow a rigid mechanism of interaction, but consciously reacts to certain behaviors. However, this feeling is fleeting.

"I am the guide, observer, and recorder of the deepest night." The humanoid "Department" replied.

"You're colored." I say with absolute certainty.

The humanoid "system" did not answer, neither affirmed nor denied, just like that, quietly staring at me.

"What does the Midnight have to do with Dr. Hawke's research?" I continued to ask.

And she still didn't say a word, and looked at me with that calm gaze.

"What do you want to do with the night?" Let me raise the third question.

There was only silence left in the chapel.

I wasn't embarrassed by this, or maybe the reaction was expected. I also don't have any thoughts of being angry or blaming, and whatever the humanoid "system" intends to do, the effect will eventually fall on me. Because, I am so close to "Jiang". She's nothing, but I'll know eventually. And I know very well that the reason why she didn't speak was not because she had malice towards me, but only because she had malice towards "Jiang". This kind of malice will not be reflected very clearly, only now, looking back at the attitude of color in the original apocalyptic illusion, can you also feel that she was at the beginning and she is now, there is not much change.

Although she didn't speak, my heart was still calm and gentle.

"Can you see what she's like?" I said, looking at the woman lying on the bench. There is a close connection between her state and the state of the female patient at this time, and this connection is not only mental, but also **, because the medicine injected into her body naturally affects the spirit through guò physiological mechanisms.

"We're here to help." The humanoid "tie" slowly bowed and saluted, walked to the side of the bench, and grasped the woman's hand with both hands.

The light gradually grew in the palm of his hand, and after about three seconds, it slowly fell again.

"She's calm." "I feel that a force is suppressing the malignant reaction in her body, but the malignant reaction has become the source of her activity, so she is in a coma. ”

Restrain? I couldn't help but ask, "Can this power allow her to spend the night?" ”

"It's a pity." The humanoid "Department" calmly gave the answer. To be continued