In the nightmare that could not be more familiar, there were nuances that were different from those of the past, and I felt the difference in a hazy way, as if I sensed what was happening to another Takakawa, far away in the apocalyptic fantasy of London. The details are not clear, however, out of intuitive recognition, these situations that come to mind at the first time are like lines of drawing, intertwined into a more specific outline. If one does not trust this outline, then what is felt is only an illusion, and there is no evidence to confirm it; If this outline is trusted, then it also does not need evidence, but becomes the memory of a fait accompli.

I believe that this contour is born from feelings and formed in associations, although there is no evidence, but this trust comes from the essence of "Gao Chuan".

I also believe that when I receive information from London in this way, the other Takakawa must receive information from me in the same way, and he will also trust the contours drawn by this sense. We may seem like different individuals, but in our deepest recess, there has always been a thread that connects us to each other.

However, while it is possible to sketch the outline of what is happening on the London side, around another Takakawa, it is of no use in solving the problems of the moment, and likewise, there is no ability to intervene in the problems of the London side across this long distance.

No, maybe, it's just that I can't do it.

The "E" in my body, Omi, who is doing something to the prosthetic Takagawa...... Perhaps in the case that "Gao Chuan" does not understand and cannot perceive it, "Gao Chuan" is used as a medium to produce a certain amount of interaction. However, it is precisely because I cannot sense this interaction, but only based on the perception of "Jiang". And make a guess, so unless the facts show the signs. produce certain phenomena that otherwise simply cannot be proven. The same. For Takakawa in London, he faces as many questions and secrets as I do at this time.

As a "Takakawa", I always have to face the situation that I may always be able to feel, associate and guess the occurrence of certain situations more sensitively than others, but I cannot find evidence to confirm my conjecture before further things happen. It is impossible to convince others to believe. On the contrary, it is precisely because I can't even find evidence that I will continue to question, and because of doubting, more speculation will be generated. Is the situation that you perceive merely due to your own hallucinations and delusions? However, if the evidence appears and your guess is proven, the situation has already developed to the point of no return.

As it is now. Excluding what is seen lightly, there are also things that are only expressed in a sensitive, suspicious way. It looks like an illusion caused by one's own suspicion, an illusion caused by something wrong with one's way of thinking, or even a kind of hallucination just because of the effect of medicine. There are even people like Dr. Nguyen Li, who criticize such feelings from a more logical and practical perspective. Well, when you can't deny it yourself. What I feel, what I think. Even what you hear and see can be hallucinations and delusions. Can you still hold on to what you think, what you think, and what you judge?

Putting aside the cognition of others and looking for the answer yourself, there is no evidence to prove that it is not illusory, and at the same time, there is no evidence to prove that it must be unreal. So, how to deal with such ambiguous things?

Thinking all the time. However, whether I continue to think because I can't distinguish clearly, or because I can't distinguish because I have too many thoughts, I can't know for sure.

It is often at such times that I feel the ridiculousness and weight of thinking. If others had believed what they had said, it wouldn't have been so heavy. If you hadn't found so many clues, hadn't recognized so many difficult questions, and didn't assume so many possibilities, you wouldn't have been so distressed. If there is no "mystery", a qiē is logical and realistic, then the one in this world must be simpler.

Unscientific, illogical, unreasonable, as if it were like this and as if it was that, without a certainty, it seemed to be just an illusion, but it was suddenly confirmed at a certain moment, and before it was confirmed, there was no clue that could be completely confirmed, as if a qiē was between "cunning zài" and "not existing", until it was actually observed, it was determined to be "cunning zài".

This happens all the time. Although it seems that some of them can be viewed with scientific concepts such as quantum mechanics, when they are actually applied, they find that it is not the case at all.

However, it is precisely in this ambiguous, chaotic situation that I can feel something essential: if it is not observed, then anything is possible, and once it is observed, and even once it is believed from the bottom of my heart, then all other possibilities will disappear, and only the one that is confirmed remains. However, when the possibility is determined, what can be observed and confirmed is no longer considered real.

I believe that this must be one of the essences of "virus" and "river".

The so-called "two-in-one" and "real side" stem from this feeling.

Thoughts can't be stopped. It is constantly diverging, originally around a core, and I can clearly feel my own logic, but with the divergence, when I perceive it, what I think has become a logical core, and it no longer has a definite focus. Even so, it is still impossible to stop thinking, unable to stop association, speculation and judgment, endless possibilities, ambiguous clues, like a rising tide, gradually engulfing itself.

I felt suffocated.

This kind of suffocation is actually familiar in the past.

When I started to think, I never escaped the suffocating feeling of drowning in the rotation of my uncontrollable mind.

And then, before you really drowned-

I was finally able to open my eyes and finally catch my breath. I heard my own rapid, deep breathing, and a fast, irregular heartbeat.

This is the "nightmare".

Nightmares may have their own specific scenes, but when I woke up, the feeling of distress and fear was always the same.

I got up and realized. He remained in the hospital room, not in the nightmare of the night. It's not the deepest night, but it's no less a nightmare. On the contrary, compared to the deep night. This kind of nightmare is the most familiar nightmare, which has no time and geographical limitations. This is the nightmare of "thinking" itself.

From a psychological point of view, it is a precursor to insomnia, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is caused by "thinking too much" and "worrying too much". In Dr. Nguyen Li's examination report, I have described the situation, but I have never suffered from insomnia. Rather, it is in the midst of a "nightmare". In past cases, psychological counseling and medication have often alleviated and cured this mental illness, but in my case, conventional practices and medications did not seem to be of much use. I've looked at my medication history, medications like tranquilizers and sleeping pills, drugs that are specially designed to enhance their effectiveness, and that have similar effects. During the entire course of treatment, it occupies one fifth.

However, the results are of no use.

It's not just insomnia. Rather, it is one of a variety of concurrent psychiatric symptoms. Treating insomnia alone is ineffective – a conclusion that has been confirmed by Dr. Nguyen Li for a long time.

Even so, there is no shortage of neurological drugs for sedation and sleep among the medicines that Dr. Nguyen Le has prepared for me.

I pressed my temples in some pain, and when I woke up, the pain and fear began to fade. Rarely in the past have reactions been so strong as they are now, I think. Maybe it's because of the difference in what I felt in the "nightmare". I don't feel any surprises at the intense stimulation that comes back to my body at this moment. Instead. It is precisely because in the nightmare that those things are felt. The idea of "Jiang" was born, so pain and fear were taken for granted.

I got out of bed and held on to the bedside table. I don't know why I did it, I don't have any more memories of this nightstand, and I never noticed it even though it was at the head of the bed. However, when I opened the drawer, I didn't feel surprised to see the medicine neatly arranged inside. Like, these drugs were meant for me.

However, I also know that this feeling of taking it for granted is not normal in the first place.

Although I don't have any memories of these medications, I think it was Dr. Nguyen Le who prepared them. I didn't think about it more, but according to my old habit, I grabbed the medicine bottle and read the instructions, then opened each medicine bottle in order, poured the tablets and powder into the liquid medicine in proportion, shook it vigorously, and after it dissolved, I swallowed it with my head up.

There was no irritation, no taste, and it was blander than the taste of boiled water, but after drinking it, the huge stimulation caused by the nightmare was immediately relieved a lot.

In fact, I also realized that before I arrived at the reality of the hospital, in that apocalyptic illusion, I didn't need to take medicine at all. It was precisely after arriving at the reality of the hospital, experiencing a series of things, and forming relevant cognitions that it gradually became a medicine jar. It's like the identity of the "patient" in the hospital's reality, which is also mapped to the apocalyptic fantasy after being recognized.

Sometimes I wonder if I had died completely in the apocalyptic fantasy at that time, and I had not observed the reality of the hospital, would the reality of the hospital exist? Theoretically, reality is a kind of thing that "whether it is observed or not, whether it is recognized or not, it must exist objectively", and the world that is named "hospital reality" by itself, since it has the word "reality", of course, whether I have arrived or not, whether I have observed it, it must exist objectively. However, I still can't help but doubt.

The calm gained with the drugs is temporary, and I never doubt that a situation like the one just now could recur at any time.

I didn't bother where the drugs came from, just silently watched the torrential rain outside the window until my phone rang again. My mind has calmed down, I picked up my phone and looked at it, it was a message from the Internet ball, there was no name of the sender, the content was short and seemed rushed, and there was a sense of crisis. It shouldn't be John Bull's message, in today's climate, even communication on the island is not convenient, and it is not easy for signals from outside the island to be transmitted.

So, it's probably the connector we met last time. She seems to be in some big trouble and hopes to get my answer. I don't know how she knew where I was, but she had already stated in a text message that she was approaching where I was. Since there is no sender's name, it is not possible to reply. This kind of text message does not look like it was sent from a regular channel at all. And the other person doesn't seem to think about my reply, or. Deliberately preventing me from replying via text message.

I stood up and looked out of the window. I don't know who she'll bring. Coming from any direction, however, I don't think she would come in through the main entrance, because there is no such thing as a "main entrance" in this ward, the first floor is completely closed, not even a window, more like a basement.

Maybe. She needs guidance in this regard. I shrugged at the figure looming in the distance, then opened the window and made a striking mark with the sheets.

The figure in the distance gradually became clearer, there were five people in total, two of them supporting one person, and it felt like someone had beaten him. Because he lost, he fled to this place in disgrace. When they got into the range of the chain decision, I had already confirmed that one of the five was indeed the connector of the net ball that had been in contact with him last time. The other two. Judging by the appearance features as well as what is intuitively perceived, it seems to be a person of the Torchlight. John Bull has mentioned it before, and I hope I can help. So it seems. These five people are the lurkers of the Cyberball Extreme Ally in this peninsula mental hospital, and it is not clear whether it is all or just a part, but their appearance at this time is a bit wolf, which proves that they have already begun to act, regardless of whether the action achieves the results they want, but it must have caused a certain amount of movement.

And their appearance at this time is hard to make people feel. How ideal their actions were. On the contrary, it caused trouble. And then causing trouble to other people is the most likely scenario. I'm pretty sure. When they come here, sooner or later, my side will be caught up in the maelstrom of their troubles.

That's what I needed, though.

I don't have an intelligence network, and if I just stood on the sidelines, it would have been difficult to figure out what was going on in the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital.

They saw me, and the unofficial connector waved at me, and it seemed that she wasn't worried that I wouldn't be able to figure things out. There were three men and two women. The wounded man who was supported to move was an old man with a long beard, although his leg was injured, his mobility was impossible, and he had been drenched in the heavy rain for a long time, but his complexion was not bad, on the contrary, the young man who supported him turned pale and appeared to be lacking in energy.

I waved in response. But just as I thought, when they came to the side of the ward, they were immediately taken aback, and another woman cursed, "Is there a mistake? Don't even have a door? What the hell is this place? ”

"Jump up." I said to them, "Go through the windows and hallways on the second floor." ”

However, they seemed to sense something and became a little hesitant and asked me, "Are you sure?" It's a bit quirky in this place. ”

"At least not yet." I say.

The five of them looked at each other, but finally made up their minds and held each other's hands. The youngest member of the team, who was about the same age as me, raised his wrist and saw the Demonic Empress, a young third-level Demonic Emilisary, rightfully possessed superpowers. Starting with him, the body burned to ashes in an instant, and then, with the hands held by each other, everyone after him was also burned to ashes.

The ashes could not be extinguished even by a storm, and the sparks rose into the sky with bits and pieces, turning into tornadoes and crashing towards the windows I had opened.

I stepped back in time to get out of the way for them to land. As the ash tornado entered the room, the window was closed by a force. The speed of the ash tornado is quite fast, and its posture in the air also makes me feel a sense of unrestrained freedom and a sense of destructive violence.

When the ashes hit the ground, they instantly changed back into human form. These people obviously have the ability to carry others quickly, but when they come, they run over step by step. I can roughly guess why. When they turned back into human form, they were all dazed, and they inevitably tasted bitterness as the ash tornado turned.

Although they were not in a good state, they first placed the injured old man in a hospital bed next to him. I found the paper cups and poured water for each of them. There were no people in this ward, but there were all the daily necessities that should be available, just the opposite of the ward where I lived before. The previous ward was inhabited by more patients, but daily necessities were kept at a very low level.

They weren't polite, but they didn't come across as impolite either. It wasn't until they were in a better state of mind that I asked, "So, who can say what's going on?" ”

"The seminar is catching disqualified patients." The connector replied.

The last time we met, I didn't have direct contact with her, but now I can see her clearly. Her appearance is about thirty years old, her appearance and figure are not particularly conspicuous, and she is also wearing a patient gown, standing in the midst of many patients, and if you only look at it from her appearance, she will only ignore it. However, when he spoke, his voice gave people a sense of surprise. It's not that it's good or bad, or that there's something unique about it, it's just that compared to her appearance, her voice gives people a feeling of "I didn't expect it to be like this". But in fact, in terms of voice alone, there is nothing special about it.

"Disqualified patients? What is that? I continued to ask.

"I don't know why, the seminar suddenly made a standard, and all patients who did not meet this standard in the test were all classified as disqualified patients." The connector explained: "Because of the suddenness of the incident, there is no exact information on what the testing items are, what the reasons for this decision are, what problems will arise if the disqualified patients do not meet the standards, and what kind of situation the disqualified patients will face when they are arrested." ”

That is to say. You just know that the seminar is catching disqualified patients, so you ...... "I don't need to finish, just point to the injured old man, they should know what I'm trying to say." However, the judgment that he acted rashly without accurate information made me suspicious.

"My instincts are sharp." The pale-faced young man hurriedly said, "I thought something bad would happen, so I immediately contacted everyone to resist." If we don't do it immediately, we risk being arrested as disqualified patients, and we are outnumbered by a group of electronic demon messengers who are helping them. ”

"Electro Demon Bringer?" Although this is a rhetorical question, in fact, I am not surprised at all. Dallas is a specific electro-demon messenger in his own right, not to mention that the seminar itself, from the perspective of this world alone, is part of the Cult of Doomsday Shinrikyo. The experts who are conducting research, including Dr. Nguyen Lê, are all members of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult.

"Turner's mystery has to do with intuition. His intuition is more accurate than that of the average occult expert, and the problems he can perceive are more profound than others. "We wanted to take his word for it, so we decided to take action without figuring out the specifics." Although the current situation is not good, I still want to believe that if I don't act, I will face a worse situation than it is now. ”

"It's not clear what happened, but based on Turner's intuition, we can still deduce something." The woman who was taking disinfectant to clean the wound on the old man's leg interjected: "Since Turner's intuition is that we will be arrested as disqualified patients, it can also be confirmed that the so-called disqualified patients have similarities, or similar characteristics, to us. The biggest thing about us is that we can all use mysteries. ”

"In the current situation, it is not easy to use the mystery beyond the electronic demon." I glanced at the young man who could obviously use the third-level magic pattern, and he avoided my gaze somewhat unnaturally.

"But it's not certain that the so-called disqualified patient is an electronic demon messenger." "We'll figure it out, but until then, we need to take a break," he said. (To be continued)