16_16936 I can't use the Marceau I've seen in the past to guess her in this repeater world. I have known for a long time that she is a mentally abnormal child in this world, and now it is obvious that someone is bewitching her. She leaked intelligence in an atmosphere of absurdity, and I don't think she's lying. The person who instigated her to do this is, of course, the person who can profit from it, but the problem is that all the anomalies that are happening at the moment are an anomaly that everyone acquiesces to under the general trend. There are a large number of manipulators in this group of people, and I don't think that just relying on my knowledge of psychology with half a bucket of water, I can correct Marceau's spirit back under their deliberate guidance.

I knew I had to be prepared that Marceau would do what she thought she wanted, even if it was deliberately guided by someone with ulterior motives. The point is that Marceau's thoughts at this time are not a forced indoctrination, but are bred from the bottom of his heart. Even if the mentally ill person has a very complex inner thoughts, the guidance is only to let the patient choose an idea that is more in line with the guide's wishes from these complex thoughts.

I am very familiar with this kind of guidance, Dr. Nguyen Le has theoretical books on it, and she has been using it on me.

Assuming that Marceau's decision at this time was her own decision, then I don't think I could convince her with my mouth alone. Now she even uses her own ability to prevent me from direct contact. The strange environment that has changed before must be the embodiment of Marceau's inherent enchantment. It is possible that this estate has become her "fiefdom".

Referring to what I had previously received from Father Edward about the placement of the seven "routine patients", it can certainly be assumed, including me. Each patient has his or her own "territory". And I am a special case of leaving my own "territory" and going to someone else's "territory". Since the seminar assigned us like this, I probably didn't want to see me do this.

In their eyes, I guess I'm a restless patient.

Each "territory" has a patient who is a regular patient as the "leader", while the others are assigned to the past patients. They are also patients who have taken new drugs. Assuming that the patients have a sense of "territory" and that they also have zài in their "nightmares", then this kind of "territorial" regional distribution may also appear in the nightmares.

And when I woke up in a nightmare, it wasn't in my own "territory", but in a place where I didn't know where it was. In the "residential area" of any area of the hospital, there are many things that can be proven in itself - even among all the patients taking the new medicine, among all the patients who are routinely treated, I am special. And this specialness, for me. And rightfully so.

I've always been special. I have a lot of evidence to prove my peculiarity. The situation at hand is only a small part of the evidence.

Although I have seen some special patients, such as the woman who has died, such as Marceau now, I can still feel that my own special is fundamentally different from them.

However, this peculiarity was not enough for me to solve the problem at hand right away.

Marceau's room was back to normal and empty. All the furnishings looked like they were just there, but Marceau wasn't there. When she tried to hide, my chain verdict couldn't lock down her location at all. And you can only use your feelings to feel her sense of existence. However, even if the results are not satisfactory, it is certain that Marceau is safe, and he still makes a trip in vain.

Marceau's mental problems, on the contrary, became an important link in the plan that was surging in secret. It's just that the saying "give birth to Achuan" is somewhat shameful.

I've decided to quit here. Because go on. There probably won't be any more to gain. I came here and confirmed Marceau's safety. Make contact with Father Edward, and observe Mae once again with the help of a special woman. None of these achievements can be ignored. I need to reorganize the intelligence to adjust my plan in detail.

I left here without hesitation or the desire for more ideas. Outside the window, the rain and lightning and thunder are enough to discourage the idea of exploring new areas. I packed up the materials I had gathered at the manor and followed the route I had taken back to my sick room, soaking wet and dry.

The situation in the ward was the same as when I left, and the patients who could be observed by chain determination did not seem to have come out of their rooms when I left.

I threw the material into the corner of the room. The gloom outside the window is no longer just a cloudy relationship, the night has quietly fallen.

I have confirmed that there is a large cafeteria in this ward, which can fully cope with the number of people who can fill the rooms in the ward, not to mention, at this time, the number of patients has not yet reached that level, and all the patients here need to eat three meals a day there. As I thought, it is only at this time that most patients come out of their rooms.

However, even if a patient does not leave the house, there will be no administrator in the ward who will forcibly drag them out of their room. Life seems to be spontaneous for every patient here, and the hospital provides only daily resources, which makes it a little apathetic. Probably no normal people wanted to stay here for a long time, so when I entered the cafeteria, the person in charge of the food seemed to have already left, and the food was like a buffet, sitting on four large tables, still steaming.

There is no need for anyone else to explain, and the patient will take the food himself. I took this opportunity to mix in with the crowd and observe them. These patients are not very good-looking, and they are all silent and very negative. In Marceau's manor, a strange woman appeared, but in the ward where I was, there didn't seem to be such a mutation.

I took the food plate and found a place for a female patient to sit down. There was no special reason for choosing her, but her appearance and figure matched my aesthetics, and she looked relatively free of other patients' numbness. Her eyes are sometimes dazed, but sometimes she becomes alert and cautious in her actions, especially when eating. His eyes were even brighter, and he seemed to have suddenly recovered from a mental pathology to the scope of a normal person.

Personally, I didn't have anything to talk to about her, I just chose a seat next to her. What I didn't expect was. She even took the initiative to talk to me.

"I know you." After I sat down, the female patient stared at me with amazement: "Who are you?" ”

I didn't understand what she meant, so I looked at her suspiciously, and then began to eat in silence. I'm the only patient here, who is obviously Asian, and I'm in a lot of Western food. There are only a few Chinese food styles, as if they were specially prepared for me. Soup, rice, various sauced meats, green vegetables, and steamed buns...... Even in Chinese food. It is also a very daily food, and it is certainly not prepared from time to time.

I pour the vegetables into a rice bowl, add condiments such as bean paste and tomato paste, and stir them together with the rice. The female patient next to her looked at it, showing a slightly disgusting expression, she looked very normal mentally at this time.

"Can you eat that way?" She said with a frown.

"It's delicious." With a spoon, I scooped up the gooey meal and stuffed it into my mouth. Although it looks a bit ugly to do so. But mixed tastes have always been my favorite.

"It looks like it's eating Xiang." She used a very civilized word "Xiang" to refer to the indecent expression.

"Would you like a bite then?" I scooped a big spoonful. Right on her lips.

I thought that the woman would refuse in disgust, but I didn't expect her to swallow it without thinking about it. At the end, she also specially emphasized: "It tastes like Xiang." ”

I didn't speak. Just looking at her expression - her demeanor is different from the one that normal people often appear when they say such things, but it makes me feel. Now she feels more mentally ill.

"I remember you, you're Shoto!" The female patient looked at me with serious eyes. Say, "Sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

I had a hunch at once. Her next words would definitely not sound good to a normal person.

"I heard that you Xiangren can't live if you don't eat Xiang." Sure enough, when she said this, she was serious, and she didn't mean to insult people at all, but made people feel her apology from the bottom of her heart, "I shouldn't blame you for your necessary lifestyle." I'm really not racist. ”

"You're Asian? It doesn't look like it. "I decided to divert from the topic.

"Of course not." The female patient said, squeezing her chest with both hands very seriously, and said, "Asian women don't have as big boobs as mine." ”

While I don't think that's the right thing to say, at times like these, I'm speechless.

"But what you just said is from the Central Duchy...... You just used Chinese, didn't you? "It dawned on me why there was something unnatural about the conversation. The female patient in front of her was completely European and American, but when she spoke, she used the most standard lingua franca of the Central Principality.

"What stupid are you talking about?" The female patient said with some dissatisfaction: "I use the Achillian language of the N48 nebula. ”

What the hell is the Aquilian language of the n48 nebula!

I think it's hard to keep the conversation going. Although the female patient in front of me was in line with my aesthetics in terms of appearance and figure, the mental problems were becoming more and more prominent, and it was not the type of psychosis I was good at dealing with. Compared with it, Mae in the past and Marceau in the present are easier to get along with. Although as far as trouble Cheng Dù is concerned, the woman in front of her is undoubtedly safer.

I don't speak, I hurry up to eat.

The woman didn't eat at all and stared at me all the time, and this gaze simply couldn't be completely ignored. I had to look up and cope, "What's the matter?" ”

"I seem to have seen you somewhere." She said.

"N48 Nebula?" I asked rhetorically, but it was clear that my reaction was wrong.

"Are you sick? What the hell is the N48 nebula? The female patient looked at me with pity, and she wanted to teach me a lesson, but I quickly interrupted her and asked, "So, is there something wrong?" ”

"I'm wondering where I've seen you." She stared at me as she said this, but until I had swept away the supper in silence, I didn't see her come up with a reason. I was about to leave, but she grabbed her arm, and she was so hard that I couldn't break free with my normal strength.

"What's the matter?" I can only ask again.

"I remember!" She exclaimed, "You're that stranger!" Heir to Old Hawke! Her voice spread throughout the cafeteria, and what she said seemed to have a certain irritation for the patients in the cafeteria. For a moment, the shuttle crowd was still. Every mentally ill person here has their eyes on me.

The air became oppressive, and only the female patient shouted: "It's you, you accomplice of the murderer, you killed us!" As soon as her voice fell, the atmosphere and style of painting began to become abnormal. Originally, there was no special cafeteria. It's as if you've been peeled off the old skin, revealing the rough texture inside. In the blink of an eye, all the windows around me rippled, and a force squeezed the shards of glass and scattered them into the room, and I saw several patients standing by the windows being pierced through the temples and throats, even if there were no fatal injuries. There is also bleeding that does not stop.

Even so, they didn't die, and they didn't run in a panic. They just stood there, surrounding me and the female patient, with a morbid gaze. Staring at me in silence. Hostility floated in the air, and more anomalies had appeared, a faint gray mist had appeared on the ground, and there was a darker gray-black fluid that continued to seep out from the cracks in the floor.

Wind and rain blew in through the broken windows, and the skin, face shape, and body of the patient who had been fatally injured by the shards of glass began to change, as if flesh and bone had been twisted. Smashed, rubbed, and some completely lost their human form. Some of them still maintain human form, but they are no longer human. I looked up to block the wind and rain, the dampness and cold were more biting than normal rain, and my left hand was still grabbed by the female patient. However, at this time, her screaming face and hurried posture. It's completely frozen, like a statue - no. Wet by the wind and rain, she is emerging from head to toe with stone textures. She literally turned into a stone statue.

The gray-black fluid oozing from the cracks in the floor, as if self-conscious, wrapped around the patient's ankle and climbed all the way, and the patient was of course changing. It becomes more malicious, destructive, and irrational.

A group of weirdness is being born before my eyes. And the scene I am in is no longer a sick room in the normal sense. I didn't do it in the first place, I'm not sure, if it was a hallucination or if it was a nightmare. The people around me have mutated, or have they simply become such ugly and abnormal forms in my eyes?

Something knocked the wall through the outside, and it didn't take a few moments of tremendous force to crack the wall. When the walls collapsed, a large world unfolded into view that was very different from the one around the ward I was in.

When I realized it, I was actually standing on the flat ground in front of the cave, already wearing the high-necked trench coat with metal guards from the nightmare, and the long knife and crossbow were already in my hands, all of which seemed to suggest that I was in a dangerous situation of siege, and that I had to defend my life with violence and killing.

It feels like the "reality" that was still peaceful before, it was a dream, and returning to this world full of weirdness at this time is returning to reality.

I just woke up from a dream and had to deal with the harsh reality - but I think it's a delusion.

The current situation is not "returning to the cruel reality", but "entering the cruel nightmare".

I don't understand why it's all of a sudden. Where did nightmares and reality draw the line, and when did I cross it? But the malice that surrounds you is not fake, even if the opponent is human, but I see them as monsters, but I don't think malice can deceive people.

Even if the other party is a human, it is a human with malicious intentions towards me.

I didn't really care about the female patient who shouted when she grabbed me: "Murderer." I can guess what she's implying by a "I'm crazy and killing the patients in the same ward as monsters." But actually, I didn't think much about it.

I've always known that I can really not kill people without fighting, but I will definitely become dead.

"I'm sorry." I said to these strange things, and when I withdrew my arm, I found that the statue of the female patient who had been holding on to me had disappeared unconsciously.

I took a deep breath. Compared to the mysterious events encountered in the past, the current anomaly is actually nothing.

I drew my long knife and raised my hand to shoot my crossbow arrow. At the same time, strange things came up in all directions like a tidal wave.

Slashing, piercing, rushing, retreating, tumbling -

The bolt pierced the head, and the filaments broke the neck.

Before the heavy axe fell, he had already jumped onto the rock platform and dodged the flying rocks.

A ghostly body that penetrates an object and is covered in frost.

Ghostly fire swirls, space twists, tentacles swing like whips, and even the wind sharply cuts through hard stones and iron.

It's like a canine thing, peeking out in a dark corner, the ticking saliva is full of corrosiveness, and the paws are equally full of poison.

There are even things that I don't know how to describe, in an indescribable way, suddenly appear next to me, causing terrible trauma to the spirit.

This qiē is all about me and the weird war.

Although the initial weirdness appears to be a mutation of the patients in the cafeteria, in fact, the number of weirdos has far exceeded the number of patients in the cafeteria. From this, it can be inferred that the place where I am at the moment is certainly not a "cafeteria". The weirdos I killed, even if there were patients, were definitely not just "patients in the cafeteria".

I started running. More strange creatures are coming to this battlefield as if they have been summoned. Although I did not get tired from the battle and was not hurt by Yan zhòng. Chain Decisions and Swift Sweeps, while feeling suppressed, are still playing their most common perks, and my dodges and counters are far faster than these weirdness, and even if they surround me, the only ones that can attack me at the same time are the innermost ones. The most dangerous are those who have the ability to attack in the air, but in the constant wandering, as long as they can skillfully shuttle through the strange gaps, they can cause accidental damage.

Even if I don't feel like I'm in an extremely dangerous situation, I do feel that even if the stalemate continues, these strange numbers are definitely not something I can kill alone.

Getting rid of them is the only way to get out of the fight.

I rolled, leaped, jumped on the rocky platform. The smoke and dust chased me, and the tremendous force was like a bulldozer, crushing the place where I once stood. Wind and flame, and spatial vortices tried to stop me, pull me, and if I took a slow step, I would be swallowed up in great waves. Explosions kept coming, making trench coats hunt in the dust. And this qiē will eventually turn into my motivation, and all the qiē that cannot become the motivation will also be like a membrane, cut a path by me.

My pace is getting faster and faster, and the number and number of malicious and aggressive phenomena that are occurring around me at the same time are decreasing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye. In the end, the only ones that could keep up were the wolfdog-like weirdness, which made people feel extremely agile at a glance, and the weirdness of moving in a special way at all. However, even the canines that are good at running are accelerating and the distance between me is accelerating, and the speed sweep super is still "faster than them", and the only thing that can't be set as a reference object is those monsters that don't move in a normal way, should they be "jumped" or "shuttled"? These weirdness doesn't have a "moving process", but it's not such a rare opponent for me now.

They may seem uncertain, but it's easy to suddenly approach and kill them when they seem to be entities.

What's more, such weirdness actually accounts for only a small part of the number of weirdness.

After a dozen breaths, there was no weirdness left beside me. The distance between them and me is completely beyond the range that can be observed by the chain judgment, and they may not still be able to catch up at this distance.

I think the battle is over.

I ran far away in one go, and the surrounding area was no longer full of rocks, but a dense forest of tangled tree roots.

Standing at the top of the tree and looking out at the gloomy sky, I don't know if it's the sun or the moon, and the huge white sphere is half submerged in the horizon. And the tower that stood in front of it seemed to be swallowed up by a huge shadow. (To be continued).