What is this book - just thinking like this, Buzuofu heard the urging of his companion: "What are you still stunned about?" Hurry on in, who knows what other weird things are hiding around? ”

"Ah, got it." The fufu paused, and tucked the book into his arms. When he looked at his companion, the landscape in front of him had changed again. The irregularly radiating surfaces of the buildings seemed to melt, and a huge shadow crept over the indescribable silhouette, making one wonder what they were seeing. The unemployed husband has developed immunity to these incredible changes in the landscape, but the fear is difficult to suppress. When he saw his companions walking into the building one by one, he thought they were walking into the body of some kind of monster. This made him wonder, is this really the place where the color center is located? Does Dr. Ender have to go to such an unpleasant place every day? How did he withstand this pressure? Or is what he sees in his eyes different from what he sees at this time?

Dorothy's form is also incredible, indescribable, but the combination of these radioactive irregular buildings and the huge visible shadows in front of her is even more intense and terrifying. It's hard to believe that these companions of mine are really not affected in the slightest. He's a killer, and his psychological foundation is definitely much stronger than that of these researchers who have been working in the research room for half their lives, but now it seems that he is frightened as if he is the only one.

I just feel that the world is becoming more inexplicable, and I couldn't see it before, but now these companions who saved themselves are also becoming inexplicable. It's like there's something behind the scenes that only you can see and feel, distorting everything that is normal, and instead turning what is not normal into normal.

He originally had great expectations for meeting the color center, and he also felt that it was a good thing to be found by these companions, and everyone worked together, maybe they could really find a solution to the problem with the support of the color center. But now, he only feels that the prospect is more unoptimistic than he imagined, whether it is himself or these companions have changed, but there must be something that has created a deep estrangement between himself and these companions. It is not about the ideological barrier, but about the difference between observing things and knowing things.

Buzuo is a little worried that once he walks into this building, there will be more terrible things that will happen, however, even if he is worried, there is no way to change it. For no apparent reason, the thought came to his mind that whatever he did, he was only pushing the situation in a worse direction, and every change he wanted to make, and every struggle he struggled with being trapped in his environment, was adding to some deeper collapse. He didn't want his thoughts to be so negative, but he couldn't stop this kind of negative emotion that seemed to be in his subconscious mind.

"Come on, don't be a husband!" The companion was summoned to the front again.

He gritted his teeth, threw away the overgrown thoughts in his mind, and walked towards his companions. Now he can only take one step at a time, he said to himself.

The entrance to the building is also irregular, it doesn't look like a door at all, but if you want to say what it looks like, you can't find a suitable description of it, and even the description of "entrance" is only in the sense of its internal and external passage, not its specific shape. It wasn't an open entrance like a parking lot, it wasn't a closed mouthpiece, it wasn't a round hole, it wasn't a fantasy story entrance that was either glowing or black, and because it was different from all the shapes and forms of "entrance" that he knew, at first, he didn't even think it was an entrance, but just a part of an irregular radioactive structure.

I only saw the companion fish pass through it, and then it disappeared, so I thought that these companions of my own had entered the belly of the monster. As he followed his companion inside, his head seemed to have been struck hard by an invisible hammer, and he was drowsy, and his body was uncontrollable, as if he would fall if he took another step. But when he took a step, he did not fall, but suddenly came to his senses. Just one step away, the scene seen has changed completely.

A more aesthetically pleasing hall appears in the field of vision, with staff running back and forth, and everywhere you can see researchers grabbing their hair and looking crazy; or with a gloomy expression, stamping his feet restlessly; I didn't do anything, I just stood there in a daze. Next to her husband, there was a middle-aged woman drooling, as if she was demented, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Despite being dressed as a researcher, she is more of a mentally ill person than a researcher. There isn't any conversation here, and everyone seems to have a lot to do and can only do on their own. The atmosphere that these people brought to the space was incongruous and difficult for the husband to adapt to, and it was completely different from the research team he had seen in the past—however, many of these researchers were people he knew.

Whether it is someone you know or someone you don't know, their mental attitudes show many similarities. Compared to the feeling when I saw them before, it was as if these people had been changed inside, and they had become other people with only familiar appearances.

The husband hid the anxiety caused by all these differences in his heart, and did not show timidity on his face. The current atmosphere is so oppressive and urgent, and even if you don't work, you feel a solemnity that is difficult to speak, as if as long as you speak, you are wasting your own time and that of others.

The companion with the pig-nosed mask who had brought him back had already walked into the corner, and like the rest of his companions, he had taken out some of his belongings, still in a large uncovered storage box, as casually as garbage. Bu Zuofu rushed up and took a closer look at the storage box, but found that it was obviously uncovered, but he couldn't see what was stored inside, and what other people threw into it, as if they were inadvertently ignored, when they realized that they wanted to observe, everyone had already finished. When it was his turn, he thought about it and threw the book into it along with the cards, however, he still didn't see the whole process of the item falling, and the storage box was like a black hole, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed up what he had thrown down.

The process cannot be observed, and the results cannot be observed...... Bu Zuo pressed the surprise in his heart, and followed his companion into the next process. It seems that all those who return are "disinfected". They consciously walked into the private rooms that they could only see when they walked into this place, which looked like a makeshift space made of tents and cardboard boxes. But when I touched it, I just felt that it was neither cloth nor paper, but something else. He also found one for himself, and when he walked in, he found that although the decoration inside was simple, it was all in a style familiar to modern people, and all the equipment was known to be used at a glance.

The space is not large, but he is the only one who uses it, so it is not crowded. The use of all the equipment is understandable at a glance, and it seems to tell Buzuofu what he should do here - Buzuofu lifts the pig-nosed mask and takes off the clothes on his body, and at this time, all the books and cards fall out. The husband couldn't help but be stunned again, hadn't he already thrown these things into that strange storage box?

"What the hell is ......" I just feel that everything in front of me is becoming more ridiculous.

But even if it's not a comfortable feeling, he can only accept what is in front of him, and he will live here for a while. If you are completely shaken now, then if you see the incredible, unimaginable abnormality, will your spirit collapse? The husband knows very well that he must accept it and adapt to it. Whether it is physical adaptation or mental adaptation, all must be adjusted in a short period of time.

Bu Zuofu walked into the bathing room, there was no special mechanism in it, it was a common shower head, every part was familiar to me, and the styles commonly used in the hospital could not find a specific trademark. He habitually rummaged through all the corners to make sure that there were no unusual clues, and then turned on the faucet to flush his body.

The cold water sprinkled on the husband made his mind clear immediately. At this time, he seemed to hear something, and when he turned his head, he saw that something seemed to be shaking on the mirror on the side wall, but when he blinked, only his own figure remained. As he observed his mirror, he again had an unnatural feeling—an unnatural and incongruous feeling that had haunted him since he arrived at the place, as if something was wrong, and left him completely devoid of the feeling that he could relax.

Obviously, his companions are here, and he is indeed determined to put in his own efforts for research, but this feeling of difficulty in relaxing has always prevented him from integrating into the group. Buzuofu patted his cheek hard, and the mirror also patted his cheek hard, he studied it carefully for a while, but he couldn't find the slightest abnormal detail, but the bad feeling could not get rid of it. He couldn't help but wonder if he had done something wrong by following these companions to this new base.

Is the color center really in this place? Or, is the color center really the color center you think? After all, he had seen photos of the color system when he was still human, but he had never seen the appearance of the "color center". Occasionally, when I cooperated with Dr. Ander to activate the color system center to verify the data, I saw that the huge equipment flowed along the established track, and seemed to have undergone a complex cycle of processing, but not many people knew what it was for, as if Dr. Ander was afraid of revealing secrets.

Bu Zuofu even doubted whether the "color center" really existed, and also doubted how many people in this hospital had seen the true face of the "color center".

Although I have seen "Dorothy" before, can I really use the "Dorothy" I have seen to further imagine this more mysterious "color center"? In the past, Buzuofu used to think that it was okay, the performance and origin of the two sides are so similar, their structure and essence should not be too far apart, and the similarity between the two should also be expressed in a similar entity form when observed. Now, the husband is skeptical.

He wiped off the water stains on his body, only to find that the clothes he had put aside had been replaced by a blue gown for patients with doomsday syndrome. He felt that the clothing seemed to imply something, which was unpleasant, and the researchers he had seen outside before were not wearing such patient gowns at all, and it was clear that the new base was not so embarrassed that it lacked even clothing. But it is also possible that I have thought too much, or perhaps, my original clothes must go through safety procedures such as "disinfection" before they can be reused, and this patient gown is just a temporary replacement. Moreover, there is no way for him to refuse to wear this patient gown now, unless he is unwilling to fit into the group. It's no use to make a fuss just about clothing, he sighed and obediently changed into a patient gown.

After that, there was no more surprise, and he picked up the inexplicable and dangerous book, along with the equally incomprehensible cards, and walked out of the room.

After pausing at the door for a moment, he saw his enthusiastic companion who had been explaining the situation to him come out of the same room, and after he took off the thick and simple appearance of the pig-nosed mask, it turned out to be a middle-aged man in his forties, with a calm and handsome appearance. Although he didn't know much about him, the impression left by the previous exchange was not like this. The husband didn't dare to come forward to recognize each other for a while, but the other party greeted him heartily: "Don't be a husband, come here, I'll take you to familiarize yourself with this new base." Compared to here, the places we stayed in before were pigsty, and you will be satisfied. ”

Don't be a husband to calm down a little, and try to make his expression friendly. He walked over, pointed to the patient gown on his body, and said in a complaining tone, "I am not a patient being studied, but a person who studies patients." ”

"It's hard to say." The other party's answer was very straightforward: "Everyone here is a potential doomsday syndrome patient, and when we study patients, we study ourselves." Isn't it a taste to wear? However, everyone here has to go through this hurdle. ”

"You also wore it?" The husband looked suspiciously at the others around him.

"Of course, it was originally our own decision. Originally proposed by psychology experts, it has been verified by the color center, which can theoretically reduce the stress on the mental level. ”

"I think it's going to be more stressful, and no one wants to be reminded that they're a patient, right?" Don't be a husband and say so.