Although the atmosphere is somewhat frightening, the elevator itself tops the list of dangers among modern facilities, and in a variety of imaginative works, it is given a sense of isolation and helplessness. The confined space, the appearance that does not correspond to the age in which it existed, the strange smells, colors and touches, etc., all depict fear in the overall sense of the person. However, what makes people feel fearful is not really dangerous, and human fear is often an illusion, a hallucination, a sympathy that arises from the processing of external information by the body's internal mechanisms. I felt as if I was in the virtual experience of a horror story, and although the smell of weirdness and horror was entwined with the smell of weirdness and horror that surrounded me, there was also a sense of isolation that made me subconsciously understand that what was really dangerous did not exist here - everything I saw and felt was fake.

The sensation became strange and difficult to describe, like a green float floating on the surface of a lake of minds. When you see it, you feel that the lake is unclean, and when you want to look away, you will notice that this strange green, which is incompatible with "clean", carries a strange attraction. At the same time, people want to avoid it, but it is impossible to completely ignore it, and even make people can't help but pay attention.

Everything around me, everything I can observe, has this anomaly that makes people feel paradoxical. As the elevator ascends, these anomalous things, which can be felt with the eyes, ears, nose, and skin, become hazy in perception, as if they are no longer solid, no longer physical substances, but become another vanity.

One thought came to mind in the midst of this change in sensibility, and I subconsciously covered my mouth and nose - is it a hallucinogenic drug? To say that you have not taken hallucinogenic drugs. It is absolutely incorrect to not know the changes that hallucinogenic drugs bring about in the body and perception. "Paradise" is by far the most powerful hallucinogenic drug I know, and even without taking drugs, I am in a psychedelic state of mind many times. I'd love to say I've always been sober. But in reality, I couldn't tell when I was awake and when I was hallucinating.

It's just that the change of scenery around me at the moment, and the way it feels to me, is so contagious, it seems to awaken the tried and tested instinct of hallucinations in me.

It's not that what's visible to the naked eye isn't normal, maybe it's the air that's not visible to the naked eye -- I suddenly had this idea. When I stepped into this place, I might have been "infected" by the time I took my first breath.

When I thought about it, I immediately felt a sense of imbalance in my body, as if I was stepping on a ball of cotton, a wave of water, and a dough instead of the floor of the elevator. Elevator this narrow space. There was also a hallucinatory distortion, with visible ripples passing through the otherwise hard metal wall. Ripples bloom in layers in the liquefied metal. I felt the air vibrate, and my body, which was constantly adjusting its stance, was completely unbalanced. I fell, and before I fell, I reached against the wall, but there was a slimy suction to the touch. I turned my eyes and saw that my palm was sinking into the metal wall of the elevator, and the metal texture of the wall had indeed become a slimy, slippery appearance. It's like a bloody intestine.

I took a deep breath and looked at it again, only to see that the inside of the elevator I was in had completely turned into wriggling flesh - it looked like a large intestine - and I was standing in a huge field, my nose smelling of blood and filth. Liquid began to fall on the top of the head, black, purple-black, crimson almost black, all of which were not the normal color of flesh and blood, and one couldn't help but think that this was rotting. The rotten flesh also peeled off the top and side walls, with a rancid liquid, and it crackled with a slimy sticky crackle.

The vibrations of the air continued, and the strange phenomena became more and more frequent, making it impossible to imagine that the place where they were still a modern building or an elevator made of technology was still a product of technology. I heard strange and familiar voices, like the murmurs of some vague existence in an invisible space-time, and like the painful and heart-wrenching wails of sacrifices in a sacrificial ritual. I saw a myriad of ghostly figures coming in from outside the closed elevator, passing through my body, and out from the other side, the same vague faces but giving the impression of déjà vu in their outlines.

I also saw more things that I couldn't imagine, couldn't understand, and couldn't describe them, and couldn't even recall a general appearance, because they were too confusing, too plausible, too abstract, and too spiritual. I alternated between trance and sobriety, and the ascent of this elevator was so long that it gave me a feeling of "the height it is going to never end".

I'm going up, but soon, I can't feel like I'm "up" or "down" anymore. When I lose my sense of direction, I also lose my sense of speed, my sense of time, and my sense of everything in the outside world. The vibration of the air continued to build, and I almost fell again, but this time, it was my feet below the knees, all of which were trapped in the floor of the elevator, but now alienated flesh, and the wriggling, gnawing at the skin, the feeling of something growing out of the bones, made me sober up a little.

"Is it Saya?" I was talking to myself, trying to make myself a little more sober in this way.

I probably have a convincing guess about the current state of affairs.

It's not that there's something wrong with the Peninsula psychiatric hospital's building, or that someone deliberately set up a trap to spill hallucinogenic drugs in the area, but because NOG has finally detonated the Peninsula data hedging space.

These bizarre, hallucinatory, but ultimately hallucinatory phenomena that make people fall into the hell of illusions, are the result of the impact on the normal space after the collapse of the data hedging space on the peninsula - it is still data hedging, and the collapse of a data hedging space has triggered a tsunami-like wave of data hedging that radiates the entire peninsula. This wave may be temporary, but it is also likely to shape a more persistent phenomenon of small-scale temporary data hedging. If I think so, I'm definitely not the only one affected, and it's definitely not just where I am.

The operation of the fourth-level magic pattern was like a piece of evidence to confirm my suspicions. It's working at an accelerated pace, as if gulping down the aftermath of data hedging. In this wave of data hedging, it is not only the conflicting information of the Peninsula data hedging space itself, but also the mystery of the monsters who have not yet left the data hedging space. In fact, everything in the data hedging space, including the data hedging space itself and the data hedging space, as long as it is not completely destroyed in the first place. It will sweep across the peninsula with this wave, causing all kinds of familiar and mysterious phenomena.

It's just speculation, but-

I have to believe it, because if you don't prepare for the current scene of being in the large intestine of a huge creature, you may really risk yourself being overlooked - if the flesh of the elevator is really caused by the mysterious erosion of Sayana's abnormal flesh, then. The feeling of taking hallucinogenic drugs, and the abnormal trance that hits all the time, is almost like being caught by those monsters in an instant.

In any case, it can no longer be regarded as an ordinary illusion, and it cannot continue to be here. The abnormal and strange phenomenon is still intensifying, and the wave of shock is one after another, and there is an extremely obvious tendency to strengthen. I can't locate myself, so I can't confirm it at all. Whether you are close or far from the center of the detonation, one thing is certain. Even if I am confined to this cramped environment, it is difficult to do anything.

The fourth-level magic pattern kicked in, and the weighty chainsaw took shape in my hands, and in the next second, it thundered. Spun sharply and stabbed into what was supposed to be the elevator door. Flesh flies, sparks burst out, the hardness of the metal texture and the flexibility and stickiness of the alienated flesh are all transmitted to the palm of the hand in the process of cutting and penetrating.

Duration. I was in a trance again, and when I came to my senses, I was leaning back against a mass of soft flesh, and the rotting and sticky juice and flesh were already dripping my face. I seem to have fallen, but when I fell, I have no memory. He was still clutching the chainsaw in his hand, and the chainsaw was still spinning with all its might, and the flesh on the chainsaw immediately splattered. I got up, but I felt something tugging at my back, and when I turned my head to look, I saw that the alienated flesh seemed to grow together with the skin, and when I pulled it, it was as if I was going to pull a piece of flesh from my body. His feet were also deeply immersed in flesh and blood, as if he had become one with the flesh, his hands had been twisted and did not form a five-finger posture, and the palm of the hand that grabbed the chainsaw completely lost the outline of the five fingers and turned into a mass of flesh wrapped around the handles of the chainsaw.

The corrosiveness of this flesh is too strong, and although there are still many places in my body that I can't see, such as my face, it doesn't make me feel that it will be much better.

The only good news is that the place in front of the elevator door has been cut through a large hole, although the alienated flesh is still wriggling, trying to make up for it, but in front of the empty is a huge platform - the roof of the building has arrived at some point, the torrential rain mixed with ashes, shaking in the wind, groups of ghosts who don't know that the body is a mysterious ghost, beaten by the rain and ashes, are scurrying around on the platform, shouting wildly, it is simply a scene of demons dancing. But even so, it gives people a sense of security more than this completely alienated flesh and blood elevator.

I twisted my arm, and without hesitation, I used my chainsaw to cut off the flesh tentacles that had eaten away at my back, and then cut off my feet that had been completely solidified in the flesh, and my body fell into the invisible high-speed passage that swept quickly, and with the help of the impetus possessed in the passage, I rushed out of the flesh elevator with one gulp. Even if I didn't observe, I could feel the anomalous flesh behind me turn into tentacles to prey. As soon as he broke out of the gap, he turned a corner, and the flesh tentacles scrambled to squeeze out, and in an instant, they expanded in a circle, splitting more tentacles, like a hundred-legged octopus stretching its teeth and claws towards the open space in front of it. The screamers of demons on the roof platform were instantly dispersed like smoke when they were struck by the tentacles, but they immediately coalesced more from the rain, ashes, and mist, and they swam in anger, wailing, and hysteria, and the chaos began to change in an orderly manner due to the accidental invasion of the flesh tentacles.

These different images, but also the anomalous beings of ghosts and demons, began to rotate, rotating on their own axis, all of them rotating with flesh tentacles as the goal, one rotation after another, intertwined into an even larger rotation that completely engulfed the entire rooftop platform. The strong tornado seemed to tear the entire building apart, the glass windows were shattered by the huge smash, and the tornado was sucked in, and the facilities inside the building began to break, and the metal and wood were like broken internal organs, which were pulled out of the building.

These shattered objects, combined with a tremendous rotational force, exhibited a terrifying physical lethality, and the building trembled, and every second a layer of skin was sliced, and every second opened a larger gap in the body. The tornado created by the translucent monstrities seemed to have a large, hateful consciousness, staring at the flesh tentacles that emerged from the elevator.

I had evacuated more than ten meters away, only to see the air near the elevator exit distorting in oppression, and the debris fragments of the original body that could not tell what it was smashed from the tornado towards the flesh tentacles. The flesh tentacles were smashed into flesh and mud, and in the blink of an eye, these debris fragments poured into the elevator, and at the same time dented the elevator room. I only heard a loud thunder in the air, the building shook suddenly, the platform ground began to crack, and the entire elevator room was razed to the ground, leaving only a large hole with a radius of five or six meters.

However, before he could breathe, more alienated flesh spread out of the edge of the cavern like a fungus blanket, followed by debris fragments spewing out of the cavern like a fountain, and then more and thicker flesh tentacles poured out from below. If you just look at the tentacles, it seems that the real body of some strange creature is hidden under the large hole, but in fact, the tentacles grow from the inner wall of the cave that has completely turned into abnormal flesh and blood—rather, Saya's power is transforming the entire building into a body made of alienated flesh and blood.

It was as if the translucent monstrous clusters of ghosts and demons were provoked and angry, and they had no idea what kind of mystery they caused at this time, but their previous chaos did become orderly because of the appearance of Saya's abnormal flesh and blood, turning into a tornado with the same enemy, and facing each other against the expanding alienated flesh tentacles. However, probably because I know more about Saya's horror, as far as I can see, it is only a matter of time before these ghosts and demons are defeated. (To be continued.) )