Everything inside the ship was not what I had imagined. My perception of these space warships is entirely based on the imagination of science fantasy in the past, and people have drawn and written these technologies far beyond their own civilization, and hypothesized various theories to present them in an intuitive way in front of the eyes of others. At the heart of the term "science fiction" is not "science" but "fantasy", so what I see at this time is in a sense different from my own fantasies - although it may be possible to prove how scientific these things are through various hypothetical scientific theories, but it is of little practical sense to do so. These scenes give me the impression that they are not rigorous or grandiose, but they are extremely eerie.

In the final analysis, in the context of this universe, is the existence of these cosmic fleets more logical and scientific, or more non-logical mysterious? Looking down on the Doomsday Fantasy from the reality of the hospital, and then looking down at the Repeater World from the Doomsday Illusion, how many seemingly logical arguments have actually affected this Repeater World? Just in terms of the current situation, in this area, are the various phenomena operating in isolation from the external environment, or is there too much external force to interfere to cause such a strange and inexplicable situation?

I started thinking again. I've always been aware of how foolish my thinking is. My knowledge, my cognition, goes deep into neither science nor mystery, but lingers only in superficial philosophy. But even so, I can't help but think about my limited knowledge and try to explain, which is like instinct, or a "symptom of illness".

I can't see the truth with my naked eye, and it's even more blank in the observation of chain judgments. I searched for the most intimate clues—a feeling, perhaps a deeper perception of the workings of a phenomenon, or perhaps just an illusion—from the comings and goings of people that only appeared in the senses. Even if I assume that I am in a different parallel space from the people in the ship, what they consider to be the hidden core must exist inside the seemingly empty ship that I can observe. The picture we see may be different. However, the location where a certain phenomenon occurs is the same.

I feel them, do they feel me? I can't interfere with them for the time being, can they interfere with me? There seemed to be answers to these questions because I wasn't blocked. At the end of my quest, I saw a small red door that stood out in color and style, and it seemed to be the only dazzling presence in a black-and-white movie. And it seems to be all the way, those consistent styles. It is to set off the uniqueness and presence of this red door.

So, I felt like I had found the place.

How much time is left? I guessed in my mind. Caught in madness and twist, the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut is like a meteorite, following a mysterious and inevitable trajectory, continuing to destroy this space fleet, I don't think she will suddenly stop, or suddenly regain her senses, maybe in the next second, or for a longer time. Suddenly arrived at the ship and destroyed it. In this coffin-like ship, I couldn't observe. It is also impossible to predict when the collision of the Four Heavenly Temples and the coconuts will come. I can't judge the situation with the best of ideas, so in my mind, time is always very short.

Before pushing open the red door, I thought about it again and broke into the ship myself. What exactly do you want? Allowing the destruction of this space fleet by the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts is certainly not the best, but he actually does not have enough strength to prevent this kind of thing from happening. On the contrary, although on the premise of assuming that "this space fleet is the Noah's Ark that carries the last light of hope for mankind on Earth". I want to save these people from dying in great despair, and the current situation of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut is very slim.

At the very least, "not destroying the ship, but merely killing all the conspirators in the ship" is a necessary condition for saving lives. Ordinary people are not like occult experts, nor are they like monsters, they cannot survive in the cosmic environment without relying on tools. Destroying the ships, and killing them can be almost equated.

Even if I could kill the Doomsday Shinrikyo personnel on the ship in an instant, I wouldn't be able to keep the ship away from the brink of destruction in an instant, and I wouldn't be able to protect ordinary people who had lost the ship's umbrella in an instant—no, maybe I could do the last one. How quickly do ordinary people die when they are exposed to the cosmic environment? A second? Two seconds? Three seconds? Considering the fact that the ship was built by "ordinary people on the earth to avoid the apocalypse", even if it is guided by the Doomsday Shinrikyo Religion, it will definitely consider its own factors and reserve relatively complete survival measures. Perhaps for ordinary people, the destruction of a ship is equivalent to death in the cosmic environment, but in order to fight for even a glimmer of life, the people who built the ship should have prepared various methods for themselves to survive in the cosmic environment for a few more seconds.

All things considered, only under the worst and most sudden conditions, the ordinary people in these ships will die directly with the destruction of the ship, and if they consciously break away from the ship, they should be able to last more than ten seconds, and in better cases, they will survive longer in spacesuits, and with my speed, I may be able to send them back to Earth in batches.

In the end, although the end has come, the earth has not perished, but only the "human beings who remain on the earth" have perished.

These thoughts rolled through my mind, and I was suddenly freed from my sorrow and confusion. If this spaceship did not carry ordinary people, but was composed entirely of the last troops of the Doomsday Shinrikyo in this repeater world, it would be the end of the world in the true sense, so that even if this fleet was destroyed by the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts, it would be considered a well-deserved death. On the other hand, if there really are ordinary human beings, the meaning and hope of salvation will always exist.

Back to Earth.

If there are still ordinary people, they will have to be allowed to return to Earth. They left Earth and avoided the end brought by the Black Water, and judging by the results, it was correct. But this time, they must return to Earth. There is a glimmer of life.

As soon as I thought of this, I couldn't help but feel a trace of heat in my low and pessimistic heart.

Fueled by the growing emotion, I swung my long knife and slashed the lock and kicked the red door open. Recessed red doors. It wasn't as strong as it seemed, or rather, this conspicuous door was surprisingly fragile compared to the other doors. It flew inwards and instantly touched some kind of defense, staggered beams of light interspersed and reflected in the subsequent passages, slicing the red door, and I didn't see the emitter, the beams seemed to emerge suddenly from the void. Annihilated in the void - but, in my opinion, it felt like it was launched from "parallel space".

I began to sweep quickly, and in the fine network of beams, invisible high-speed channels appeared in fragments, tumbling, connecting and twisting and turning. Piercing the mesh in this moment - these holes will be filled in the next second by the movement of the beam, but in this second. They seemed frozen here relative to their faster speeds—I leaped in, scurried, in near-frozen time and space, to the end of the passage.

The invisible high-speed passage runs through the physical passage behind the red door, but in this invisible high-speed passage, it skims at a high speed. The physical passages I've observed are very different from what I've seen before. I can't describe the difference, but in many subtleties, I feel how strange and mysterious the difference is. It is this feeling that makes me feel that I am not in the physical passage in front of me. Rather, it is in two passages where the physical coordinates of the Mercedes overlap in three dimensions, but are differentiated in a higher or lower dimension, or in the more determinants of existence.

These two channels, one visible and the other invisible, but are penetrated by the invisible high-speed channel generated by the rapid sweep, so the two begin to twist, overlap, and stagger, and these changes are a continuous movement, whether they are twisted, overlapped or staggered, they are not concentrated in a few determined coordinates, just like two bands with different frequencies interfering with each other.

The invisible high-speed passage is not straight from the moment it is born, and every time I turn a corner, the phenomenon and scenery I see will change. The passage itself behind the red door did not change into anything else, but the things that existed in the passage changed. I saw ghosts, shadows, human figures that only existed for a short time, slender and tall, like elongated shadows under people's feet. Light was also seen flickering on the walls, and the beam traps that cut the red door seemed to be excited from those holes. I also heard voices, like people were screaming, confused, and running in a panic. Unlike before, when they could only "feel", they are now actually appearing in their eyes more and more frequently, and they are becoming more and more human.

My speed is so fast, for me, the changes I see in the Mercedes are an orderly and not instantaneous process, but they freeze in a certain state because of the huge difference in speed. They weren't really frozen, they just didn't have time to move. I knew very well that the ghosts I saw and the voices I heard had not yet froze, but rather proved that I had not yet arrived at the place where they existed. On the other hand, when I break into their world, the still shaking figures and boiling voices in front of me will freeze.

When I had this idea, it was as if I had penetrated a transparent film, and in this instant, everything that appeared in front of my eyes was ghosted, and each ghost represented a completely different state. The appearance and disappearance of the ghost also occurred in an instant, and after a moment, the seemingly restored Red Gate passage was no longer the same as it had been seen when it first broke in.

Dense mechanical devices are embedded in the passage, and there are no people inside the passage, but in the space before and after the passage, there are real human beings—these people and objects can not only be felt, but also observed by the naked eye and chain judgment at the same time—and it is obviously the same passage, and I seem to have crossed time and space to come to the stage where these people and things coexist.

These people had different expressions on their faces, maintained in different positions, frozen in this moment. The beams of light in the passage were staggered, and the cut red door remained in the air in the form of fragments, and many people's eyes stayed in the passage, they were not looking at me, but were stunned and hesitant by the sudden activation of these defensive devices. Perhaps, in their eyes, I was originally "non-existent", and my appearance may have been sudden.

But no matter what they thought of me, before their observations and thoughts focused on me, I had already crossed the passage – which was not very long, only about ten meters long physically, and I had crossed a distance of time and space faster than the speed of the beam.

The moment I appeared in front of everyone and observed these people, the chain judgment was already in my mind, depicting the movement of the area. People are moving, objects are moving, so they are in my mind's eye, marked one by one. Their movement taught me whether they were ordinary people or occultists, whether they had ulterior motives or half-heartedness, whether they were unthreatening or conspiratorial, whether they had noticed me but pretended to be unconscious, or whether they really didn't react.

What I've been thinking about before, there is one part that leads to a conclusion, and the other part also seems to be ready to reach a conclusion. The space behind the red door is spacious and high-tech, and most of the space is occupied by a transparent spherical inner chamber, through which people in tight uniforms can be seen floating in mid-air, working in weightlessness, densely packed with projection screens that are being processed. Outside the spherical chamber, people run to tell each other in gravity, and bucket-shaped self-propelled devices shuttle back and forth like worker bees. These people are in a hurry, and their shouting postures reveal anxiety and fear. The largest screen of all was showing the scene of the universe - the twisted and curled up of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts took the most prominent place on the screen, and around her, countless ships that had exploded or explosions were taking place.

Among these people are ordinary people, as well as guys with strange masks, with serious anxieties, and deeply hidden coldness. Some people are staring at the screen, and some people are turning to where I came from. What is certain is that not everyone is caught off guard, and the guy who is obviously not an ordinary person, at this moment, seems out of place with the ordinary people around him.

However, no matter how different their reactions were, the result was the same.

Invisible high-speed corridors swirled around them, and I swung my blade beside and behind them. (To be continued.) )