Beams of light from flashlights staggered up the stairs.

"Who's over there?" Someone asked below, and they saw me outside the building, and they were startled before. I'm not sure if these people are here to test their courage or to find someone. I think that since I was the only one left in this building late at night, Dr. Nguyen Li must have been worried. I can probably guess what would have been the explanation of what had happened here in her ears. In my observations, experts who perceive that they are involved in the anomaly may be perceived as being influenced by Claudia White, and one of the reasons the seminar invited them here is to find people who are not affected, and I wonder if the seminar will have a headache.

I don't know what kind of criterion the seminar will have for "being influenced by Claudia White", but according to Dr. Nguyen Li's personality, even if these invited experts will inevitably fall into the clutches of anomalies, this seminar will not let them go.

If these people are regarded as innocent, then all the things that will happen to them and can be associated with them will make people unbearable.

Even though the Doomsday Shinrikyo of this repeater world is a little different from what I used to know, the smell of paranoia and madness can already be smelled from the daily movements. Even if those people who work with Dr. Nguyen Li really have the idea of "saving the world" to complete this series of realities, it is absolutely conceivable that the cruelty and inhumanity of the reality itself is full of all kinds of distractions and conspiracies in order to complete the reality.

The construction here is based on the model of the resort, but with these people, I feel that the air is getting muddy day by day. That's not the exhaust fumes from construction work. Rather, it is a kind of despair and madness that emanates from the depths of the human heart under the shadow of the desperate situation of the apocalypse.

I'm pretty sure that even if we don't have too extreme means and ideas now, sooner or later it will become like that.

I can't save the hearts and minds here. There is also no power to redeem it, a huge organization that is alienating.

In the past, I used to think about it. Before the Doomsday Shinrikyo becomes what I know, if it can be properly guided, it will definitely have a good outcome. If there is really such a possibility, it is probably a good choice to enter this organization and seize control in a violent way.

However, my diary, my eyes, what I got from Dr. Nguyen Lê. The feelings I experienced first-hand made me give up such beautiful thoughts.

I can't undo it.

As long as the end of the world remains, people will still be able to see the nightmares that will involve themselves and their cherished qiē in ways they cannot resist, the anomalies that will catch them off guard and resist in vain, and the observable sight of "all the people in the world going crazy". There is no room for redemption.

Even if it's with violence. Stopped some people and broke into the interior of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion. What can you do to implement your own ideas? Everywhere I can't see, malignant changes continue to happen. My thoughts, even if they were initially praised as a glow of goodwill, would sooner or later turn into feeble moans. Hypocrisy that is false and impossible to follow.

For example, now, I may be able to inform the experts in advance of the conspiracy and danger behind the seminar, get their approval, and successfully help them escape. But, what about after that? The vicious changes they will face in their future lives are not just the Cult of Doomsday Shinrikyo.

Unlike the righteous Takakawa who I wrote in my diary before, my opponent is not a Nazi, not a Doomsday Shinrikyo, and not any "evil" that can be determined by physical nature, so I can't use my chain judgment and quick sweep super power to directly defeat my opponent, save someone, and get their gratitude.

Completely impossible.

I'm not the same as another Takakawa battlefield.

Therefore, I am somewhat envious of the other Takakawa and happy for his choice now.

He found what he could do within his means, and I didn't. I used to be like him, or rather, he is now on the path I have walked. So, I know that that life is full of hope, although it is not immune to distress and trouble.

On the other hand, since another "Takakawa" has already embarked on this path, it is even more important for me not to repeat his path. Besides, a long time ago, I was on the same path as Takagawa today, but I completely failed, so I think that even though it was a fulfilling and hopeful path, I still can't deny the correctness of this path. But-

It's really not going to work.

The diary I have recorded now is enough to prove that the qiē that "Gao Chuan" tried with Dorothy and Tiese was not enough to break through the blockade of the "virus".

The methods they thought were secretive were being leaked little by little. Even, they don't even realize that the script they have written has been tampered with unconsciously.

The reappearance of Chang Huaien, as well as their attitude towards Chang Huaien, and their interaction with Chang Huaien, are evidence of this tampering and unconsciousness.

I've looked through it, and in the contents of my diary in the past, Dorothy clearly thought that the plan was to completely erase the existence of Chang Huaien, the strongest consciousness deep diver in the world, from human consciousness, and in order to ensure his "disappearance", she herself did not even want to recall this person.

But in today's diary, whether it's Dorothy, Omi, or going off, how do you do it?

In this way, abruptly, unconsciously, they realized Chang Huaien's existence and became accustomed to completing communication with him, even later, it is possible that there will be a situation of "forgetting Chang Huaien again". However, when their practices, their thoughts, are all presented in my diary, they are no longer "secretive".

There is such a thing that writes their destinies, rewrites their thoughts, weaves their thoughts and actions that they thought were secret, into my hands, into a storyline, and presents it to me.

I was terrified.

This fear. Not just from instinct, but from the soul.

However, I have been accustomed to this fear for a long time.

So, only I can do what another "Takakawa" can't do.

Everyone has their own mission. Every Takagawa. They all have their own pain and fear. Thinking like this, I just stood quietly, in the dark hallway, waiting for someone downstairs to come up.

The footsteps of those men were scattered, and the whispers were dull and muddy, revealing the fear in their hearts. So, it should be just some ordinary people.

However, they soon made the decision to climb the stairs once more.

Didn't see them. Just listening and feeling in the dark gave me a clearer sense of what was happening in front of me.

It's like closing your eyes and listening to the music flowing from your headphones in the pure night, as if every detail is like a picture scroll. Layers spread out in front of your eyes.

They are afraid, hesitate. Worried, but a little excited, eager to try and push open the door that blocked me - this vivid scene was presented in my mind. The fear in my heart gradually subsided.

The massive, ineffable, indescribable, unstoppable, did not appear directly. But with my hands, my eyes, and the "monsters" that my perception presents, are retreating into the deep sea little by little.

I heard a "voice" coming from it, but it was like it was just an illusion.

I'm not sure if it's a "river" or a "virus", but, in unitarianism, it doesn't make a difference.

Until I actually observe it, I can only infer its existence and movement from the phenomena and events it causes. Even so, it is still so obscure, incomprehensible of existence.

"You, who are you?" Someone spoke in front of me.

When I opened my eyes, there were five figures huddled together in the corridor in front of me, three men and two women. The person standing at the front was not necessarily not scared at all, but he still tried to stand up straight and stand in front of the others.

Indeed, the scene at this time, for normal people, will involuntarily produce the imagination that makes them afraid. But in reality, it's really just scaring yourself. In the name of the occult expert, I'm pretty sure that there's not a trace of anything unusual in this building today.

"Something happened, I was forgotten here." I said to them, "Are you seminar people?" ”

"Discussion...... Seminar? What is that? "Hearing my voice, their voices relaxed a lot, but they were puzzled by the situation I was describing.

"In the afternoon, there was a seminar and the floor was closed. Don't you know? I asked, assuming they weren't coming to this place for the first time. They look like tourists, and although the sponsors of the seminar have said that they will not be open to the public during this time, and we are the first to experience stays, it is impossible to completely leave the entire peninsula without tourists.

Before the paper evaluation of the symposium began, there were already many people in and out of the building. There are people who work here, and there are guests who just come to visit. I think that these people in front of me should be the latter, and they are still haunting this place at this time, they must be looking for excitement.

"Ah......" someone seemed to remember, "I remembered." That's true. But who are you? Why is this time still here? Saying this, the people on the other side tensed up again, looking wary.

At that moment, the side windows gradually lit up, and the moonlight pierced through the clouds, pierced through the glass, and reflected in the corridor.

Three men and two women stared at my face in amazement, their faces softening and slackening, and even the most timid women could not breathe.

"It turned out to be a child." Another woman said.

I also saw them clearly, and the faces, ages, and dresses of these people all had the feeling of college students.

I'm about five years younger than them. This is clearly the reason why they relax and relax. But then they were embarrassed and embarrassed by the previous nervousness, and joked with their companions before asking me, "Child, why are you staying here alone?" Lost with your family? ”

However, he quickly stopped talking, and someone was pulling his clothes nearby. Looking at their expressions, I knew that they couldn't help but start to associate again. Indeed, think about it, a child. Suddenly appearing in such a building, or in the middle of the night, being bumped into by them, such encounters are not very common. And in a horror story, it's the beginning of a series of malice.

I understand their feelings, because. When I haven't entered the mystery, I often get suspicious in certain circumstances, although it turns out that there is no mystery at all, I am just thinking nonsense.

If this group of people had taken a step earlier, they might have been caught up in the anomaly, but now, there is no possibility of this.

"I'm not a ghost." I said to them calmly.

It is now certain that they are not from the seminar. So, what about the people in the seminar? Assuming that the incident was on the verge of ending when I confronted the "it" of Area 51, then my disappearance should be very conspicuous after it was over. The people I was with would have relayed my situation to the people who came to me, even if they didn't really understand it at all. What the hell is going on, the so-called anomaly. It's unbelievable that there is such a thing, and I can't tell the ins and outs. However, when the crowd was reunited, there was one less child with the team, and it was also the child of Dr. Nguyen Lê, no matter what. It's impossible to ignore it.

It should also be a matter of course to return to the building and search again.

It's been at least ten hours since the afternoon, and it's been late at night.

All these circumstances made me have to assume that something might have happened to Dr. Nguyen Li. For example, not only were we attacked, but the seminar was also under extreme pressure.

However, what is going on will have to be found out with someone else. However, the mobile phone specially prepared for the seminar has lost its signal since the beginning of the anomaly, and even if it returns to the normal environment now, it is impossible to dial the preset number.

"I know you're not a ghost." The other boy grabbed it, but this attitude made me think that he didn't think so at first.

The person next to him also seemed to think of a piece, and the two female college students couldn't help laughing, which made the boy's face a little embarrassed.

"Well, not a ghost." Another said, "So, why are you here?" ”

"Why are you here?" I asked rhetorically.

He pursed his lips, as if he found it difficult for me to communicate, so he glanced at his companion and shrugged his shoulders.

"We are looking for a great adventure." The strongest boy at the head smiled and said, "Are you too?" ”

"There's nothing here." That's just what I said.

He had a choked expression on his face.

"Otherwise, let him come with us." A girl said. However, the other boy showed a reluctant expression.

"Does your phone still work?" I asked.

They quickly reacted that calling any official agency on the peninsula at this time was stronger than any option. However, when they started calling their phones, the same situation happened to me. Although the mobile phone has a signal, it is completely unreachable. Not only official institutions, but even other acquaintances cannot be contacted. Several people approached the window, even opened it, and stretched out their hands, but all attempts to connect to the signal were declared useless.

They looked at each other.

I said, "Look, you're trapped too." ”

"We can walk back, we're walking anyway." A boy retorted.

"Coming? On a night like this? Coming to this place? I asked rhetorically, these actions were just a whim.

The boy chirped a few times and said strongly, "Anyway, if you can come over, you can go back." But, judging by the faces of the others, they also felt that they were doing such a boring thing on such a night.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

They said an address, which I hadn't heard, but the location was right opposite the villa area, close to the peninsula and the part bordering the mainland. The villa area is closer to the lake. Although I heard that the development of this area was funded by the same contractor, Dr. Nguyen Li's "good friend" Dallas himself, the operation of this side of the villa area seems to be different from other places. When I said that I lived in the villa area, these five people couldn't help but show curious expressions and asked about the villa area for a while. They were on this peninsula, but they never seemed to have ever been there, and they didn't know that there was a pier over there that could go down the river to a nearby town.

"However, the location of the villa area is too far away." The boys and girls discussed it. He said to me, "Go back to us first, and then they will tell the others to send you back." How is it? ”

Of course, I can't do without it. It's easy for me to cross the peninsula and get back to the villa, but it's not clear what happened. It's better to be cautious than to leave me here alone. Find a place where you can dial someone else's number.

Some of the five people showed regret for not being able to continue the expedition, but in the end they decided to go back together. From this decision, they can all talk about good people.

As I feel, there's nothing "unusual" here. We left the building and walked along a well-groomed path on our way home.

After walking for about twenty minutes, I saw one log cabin after another.

The wooden house is painted with a very characteristic pattern, which is natural and fresh. It is also full of personality, and it is clear at a glance that it is the result of targeted commercialization. The surrounding vegetation is deliberately shaped to look like a garden, but there is still a lot of wild taste. There is also a swimming pool dug in front of several wooden houses, surrounded by pebbles, and the water inside is very clear.

At this time, there are still many wooden houses with the lights on, and it looks like they are going to be active all night. The sound insulation is not bad, and you can only hear the noise inside when you get closer to about two or three meters. And the interval between each wooden house is about ten meters. Five students rented a wooden house. There are two rooms inside, one for two women, one for two men, and one for men. Before they could open the door, the door of the next wooden house was pushed open, and a man stepped out. Glancing at us, he suddenly vomited on the spot, and the five young men frowned.

It occurred to me that there was something unusual here.

I glanced at my phone and saw only the screen. It's completely out of signal. At the end of the anomaly in that building, there was no signal but no message was sent, and there was a possibility that the signal problem would improve after leaving, but now there is no signal at all. When I saw the man who vomited, the strange feeling I felt should not be untargeted.

I didn't know the man who was vomiting, but when I looked at the figure in the room through the window, I suddenly felt a little bit of a demon dancing.

I had to prepare for the worst. The assault may not be over, and it may not be just Area 51 that is being invaded, or perhaps that's why I'm left alone in the building. I can only be sure that the five young men and women who are going to take me in are ordinary people. As for what exactly is in the other wooden houses, I don't plan to jump to conclusions until I know for sure.

Although they all look like people in terms of silhouette, and in the perception of the five men and women, they are all friendly neighbors, but are they?

I walked into the hut and closed the door, and the smell of the air seemed to change from turbid to fresh. That door, which seemed to separate all malice and uneasiness, made the inside an absolutely safe world.

I looked around and the kitchen was open-plan, and the living room was full of unique furnishings, whether it was paintings or statues, or the textures of wallpaper and sofas, it gave a sense of local weirdness. But I also know that there are people who like this kind of personality tone, and despite the quirky style and content, there is no sense of mystical abnormality.

The boy threw himself on the couch, tired from the previous trek, while the girl hurried into the bathroom.

"Can I use the phone?" I asked.

A man pointed behind him and looked in the direction of his finger to see an old turntable telephone resting there.

"It's an antique." I can't help but say that this turntable phone looks older than the models I've used in the past, but it has an extra sense of sophistication, like a work of art, and it makes people feel that it can really be used to make phone calls.

I walked over and picked up the earpiece, judging from the blind sound coming from inside, it was indeed connected to the line.

I put the earpiece between my head, took out my mobile phone, rummaged through the numbers of Dr. Nguyen Li that had been entered in advance, and tossed the dial one by one.

After a while, there was a sound of connection.

However, there was no speech on the other side, only the sound of breathing was very distinct. (To be continued......)