Before the husband's eyes, these seemingly ritualistic objects and symbols have a definite local connection to certain anomalies, or clues, that have occurred and are occurring—if this connection is not accidental, no, everything that happens in this hospital is absolutely not accidental.

- Who is performing the ritual? Who generated, or rather, from whom did the ritual idea come about?

This question never bred in the mind of the husband, and it never lingered again. He stayed where he was for a moment, and then suddenly woke up, not knowing what he was thinking, he only knew that he had been so focused on thinking that he had lost his mind, and this loss of consciousness was indeed placed in himself with doomsday syndrome, and it was indeed not a good sign. If you don't even know what you're thinking, what's the good of thinking? Or is it that when you think about it, all the benefits are taken away, leaving only yourself with toxic residues? For such an analogy in my heart, I was amused by my own unbelievable thoughts, at least in a better mood.

In a word...... Let's get into the pathway first.

The decision was made by the non-husband. At this time, the words of the principal resurfaced in his mind: we did something unconsciously, without ourselves being aware of it, triggering bad consequences.

Buzuo suddenly felt a little creepy, as if this thought was reminding him of something, but he couldn't think of anything at all. He did what he thought about at the entrance, it was a mark, and he didn't know who to show it to, and he couldn't imagine anyone else coming after him. However, if someone does follow this place for some clues, they may be able to see this mark. But to say that this is a message, he is not very sure about himself, he just had the idea of leaving a mark on a whim, just like when he went to a certain place, he left some marks of "so-and-so visited here" in the local area, proving that he had done such and such things. Anyway, he just wanted to make the mark, so he did—he pulled out his dagger in a sense of contradiction that was both conscious and trance-like. He remembered that this dagger was picked up from the corpse of a certain Gao Chuan clone, yes, Gao Chuan's clone is very strong, but it is not to the point where it can't be killed, it's just that in this maddening hospital, these crazy things can easily kill those armed people who are still sane.

But, when, where, anyway, there was a memory that I can't remember now, after the Takakawa clones captured the entire hospital, they also died in large numbers in the conflict and some anomalies - ah, my head hurts, how could I forget? Why can't I remember the specific details? If I am destined to lose my memory, and there is a force that must interfere with my thinking, so that I cannot grasp what I have seen, then why should I leave the outline of these shadows and buildings so that people have to care? Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and if he hadn't had enough will and endurance, he would have curled up on the ground and moaned.

Even so, he still had to leave a mark, and his mark was engraved on the ritual pentagram, which cut open like a rift. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart, no matter whether this pentagram symbol was related to all kinds of anomalies in the hospital today, whether it was scientific or non-scientific forces that were at work, and no matter what kind of impact his actions would have on the future, but what he did, even if it had a little effect, it was good, no matter whether the effect was good or bad, anyway, he was powerless to judge, and he was powerless to do more.

Rather than doing nothing, thinking about nothing, for fear of incurring bad luck, or doing bad things with good intentions, he is more open-minded than a husband, rather, he forces himself to see more openly.

Although the ritual symbol of the pentagram was cut open, and the not too deep traces formed a strange shape between each other, Bu Zuofu came back to his senses and looked at it carefully, and felt that this shape also had a strange feeling, even if he did it casually. However, in this hospital now, in the eyes of a patient with doomsday syndrome, no matter how normal it is, it will leave itself with such a strange feeling when it is observed and realized. This is because of the environment, but it is also undeniable that there is something wrong with my spirit.

- Idiot, do you know what the hell you're doing?

There was such a thought like a flash of inspiration, appeared in the mind of the husband, as if he was talking to himself, he said to himself: "Maybe the person who left this pentagram symbol, the person who put so many strange things in that glove cabinet, does not believe in religion at all, but has the same mental problem as me, and suddenly has a whim." yes, I know what I'm doing, like the guy who doesn't know who. ”

- This is the old seal.

In the mind of the husband, this thought suddenly came again, as if he was telling himself what the pentagram symbol in front of him was. I don't know where I came up with the title "Old Seal", or if I made it up like the creators of fantasy literature, I had an inspiration for a while. But from another point of view, he felt that these thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind, and his natural response to this thought, was simply the most obvious personality schizophrenia or something—he didn't want to think deeply about the specific scientific name, anyway, he knew that he must know, because he had a doctorate, and although he was a killer, he was able to lurk as a researcher in this hospital.

- Yes, you know, but you don't want to think.

"Who are you? What are you...... Are you me? Or is it another me? The husband finally couldn't help but say. Saying this, he suddenly realized that before he knew it, he had passed through the secret door and entered the passageway, and he had already walked a dozen steps, and he was still walking forward. The memory of the last second of my own is still stuck when I carved the mark of the pentagram. I did something unconsciously, no, maybe not completely unconscious.

He wanted to hear the thoughts that popped into his head again, only to think that it was a sign of the manifestation of his other personality. However, for some time afterward, he was never heard again. He seemed to be completely himself again.

Buzuofu checked his body: in addition to the tattered protective clothing and some tools and weapons, there were other things, and these extra things were obviously taken from somewhere without subjective consciousness. He was already a little numb to such an abnormal situation, something unsettling was happening to him, and all the changes he suddenly realized brought him a fear of losing control of himself. However, compared to the terrible experience on the rooftop, compared to the principal's entrustment, compared to some truth in the depths of this hospital that he had approached, this fear was nothing?

It's not that he doesn't want to live, but he is very aware of the lethality of doomsday syndrome, which is a terminal illness that originally had a considerable buffer period, but in the current hospital environment, it will suddenly and dramatically attack, and it is impossible to find a clear pattern for the time being. Researchers have long referred to the source of the apocalyptic syndrome as a "virus," but now, Busafu thinks it can be clearer: it's the plague.

In the face of the fear of death, in many cases, the fear no longer constrains his thoughts and actions.

The passage is so dark that I don't know who was responsible for the construction, and I don't know if the original plan was like this, but it has a quaint flavor, just like the people of the Middle Ages worked hard to dig it out little by little by hand. There is no mechanized law and efficiency, so that the pavement and walls of the whole passage appear rough, and there is no light source, vaguely see some parts seem to be placed lighting devices, but, in addition to the "torch" and "lantern", it makes people feel that any technological light and appearance is a kind of desecration of the style of this passage, as if this place should be so primitive.

Buzuofu was also taken aback by this thought, and then felt a little ridiculous, what was he thinking? But anyway, he took out the candle and lit it with a match, although there was a lighting device such as a flashlight in his bag, but he tried it, and he didn't know what was damaged, and it didn't light up.

The path was a little tortuous, and from time to time there were gusts of wind from the front, blowing the candle's flame to shake for a while, giving him a palpitation that would go out at any moment, and then he would fall into darkness completely. I know that I shouldn't be so afraid, and when I am a killer, it is common to be in the dark, but the fear cannot be stopped. It can be resisted, but it cannot be stopped, unless there is something mentally or nervously wrong, and I have heard of some symptoms and examples of fear of loss, which can be explained logically on the basis of material primacy and from the science of the human body. However, if materiality is not primary, and psychological fear is not entirely based on physiology, then it is impossible to completely eradicate terror from mental and nervous diseases, right? In that case, any fear loss symptoms are as superficial as a pediatric joke.

No, no, I'm thinking about it again. Stop, stop.

Busakuo heard himself talking to himself, and he heard more auditory hallucinations, although he didn't hear what it was. He left all this, took the candle, blocked the wind, looked around the passageway, and as he walked, he saw some linear diagrams on the walls and the ground that seemed to be murals and were full of a certain technological flavor, the most striking of which was the circuit that reminded people of circuit diagrams. Only by seeing these things made Bu Zuofu feel that this place was really a research institute for the most cutting-edge science, not in a crypt dug by ancient people.

But why is it like this? I didn't understand it, and I wondered if it was because the funder himself didn't have enough funds when he built this place.

The more you feel the strangeness of this pathway, the more you have a sense of contradiction between primitive roughness and modern civilization. Later, however, the style of the passage began to become civilized, or rather, to evolve towards the style of civilized society, until the high-tech style of metal, pipes, equipment, and wiring came into his eyes.

"Oh, here——!" Buzuofu let out an exclamation, because what he saw at this time was already at a high-end level in this isolated island hospital. It was a huge unit, with warnings of high danger from liquid nitrogen cooling devices everywhere, and some disc-shaped parts, just like some of the devices he knew of that applied some quantum theory. If that's the case, the high-voltage electricity here can be said to be used entirely to cool these units.

I have to say that when I got here, seeing these cold machines brought me some familiar and warm peace of mind, just like returning to my hometown.

Yes, this is it. Buzuofu said to himself that he felt that there should be a camera to monitor him, no matter who was working in the depths, this level of prevention must be there. However, no one came to greet them. The place, including the rest of the journey, gives the impression of being lifeless, as if there is no one, or that everyone is running out and dead, and this feeling makes the husband instinctively a little nervous. He didn't know whether he was worried about his own safety, or he was afraid that the person opposite the transaction had also died, and he would not be able to fulfill the principal's request, and the devastating future was completely doomed, and there was no possibility of recovery.

"I have no ill will. I'm here for help, and by the way, I have something I want to trade. "I don't know who I'm talking about in as ordinary a voice as possible. He felt that the people hiding behind the scenes should be able to hear it, so he told some of the information revealed by the principal to of course the conditions of the other party, and if it weren't for the fact that the situation had reached the point where he didn't have the conditions to talk about at all, he wouldn't have done it. Is the other party willing to believe that the chips they bring have the value of trading? Do you regard strangers who intrude here as enemies? He didn't know anything about the person behind the scenes, who didn't know who he was, and he wasn't willing to take any risks.

Although he didn't quite believe the fanciful words of the principal, it was the most interesting bargaining chip he had. In his mind, no matter what kind of guy this person is going to meet, since he has stayed in this hospital, he must have encountered strange things, and even, as the principal said, some strange things are related to it, so the principal's words are probably valuable in the eyes of the other party.