I sat on the bed and opened the medicine box, which looked like there were five kinds of medicines, and I took them together according to the recipe on the paper, and two of them had a strict order and time requirements. I don't think other mentally ill people can use their own prescriptions in such a precise way. When I was questioned, the nurses who came to see me were also examining other patients, and I guessed that if they didn't prescribe the medicine in advance and let the patients take it, then the medicine that the other patients were taking was different from the medicine in front of me. It is also possible that the drugs taken by the seven patients in total, including me, are not of the same type. As a result, I would not be able to give Marceau the medicine that Dr. Nguyen Le had specially matched for me, she could only take the new medicine of the seminar, and the current situation made me wary of the new drugs of the seminar, and if I could, of course I would like to transfer Marceau to Dr. Nguyen Lê, but this is not allowed in the rules of the seminar.

The guardianship of the patient is entirely in the hands of the specialist who brings her or him over and secures a place for her or him. For example, Dr. Nguyen Le has the right to let me take which drugs to take, or which drugs not to take, even if for some reason, I can't put this attitude on the table, but even if the fact that I only take Dr. Nguyen Lê's drugs is known by the seminar, the other party has no absolute position to condemn Dr. Nguyen Lê, let alone transfer the supervision of me to other experts.

Even if Dr. Ruan Li thought that there was something wrong with the research attitude and research route of the seminar, he did not dare to correct it in a big way, even if as my guardian, he restrained me from taking medication. It is only a private conversation to interfere, rather than a face-to-face negotiation with the seminar. What's more, she had prepared for the worst and had made plans for the outlying islands. These actions are a testament to how bad the shape of the current seminar is. I believe that if Dr. Nguyen Le had not noticed some signs, he would never have adopted such an attitude and approach.

The fact that I have all kinds of rights, both theoretical and nominal, but cannot use them in a proper and open manner, proves that my concerns are definitely not unfounded.

What happened inside the seminar? I don't know just who the patient is, but I believe it's not far from what I had previously injected. The seminar is only an internal institution of the Doomsday Shinrikyo that is biased towards psychology, but with the progress of the study of "Paradise", the entire Doomsday Shinrikyo will become more and more distorted. And this distortion will also be reflected in the seminar itself.

In order to verify the results in order to maximize efficiency, it is also quite common to equip patients with different drugs according to their own conditions. The conditions of the patients in the seven cases were all different, and the differences would be further caused by the different medications. These differences limit the number of patients who are routinely advised to take other people's medications. For me. Dr. Nguyen Lê's recipe is beneficial, but if given to Marceau, it risks turning into a terrible poison.

There is no number of Marceau's jù. I don't understand the properties and pharmacology of the medicine, let alone analyze the composition and mechanism of the drugs I take, etc., these problems make me have to sit back and watch the changes of Marceau. Marceau's current situation may be good or bad, but. If I interfere with the medication she was taking, it could have gotten worse.

I can only hope for it. No matter what kind of drugs Marceau took and what he wanted to achieve. The original intention was to hope for a benign reaction in Marceau. The idea of motivating a person to act is often not pure, it is a mixture of many thoughts, but as long as these thoughts are accompanied by a certain amount of goodwill and responsibility of the doctor to the patient, then for me, it is the best situation. On the contrary, with my understanding of Dr. Nguyen Li, I am even more sure that none of these experts are really good people, even Dr. Nguyen Lê, who has violated and trampled on the law and morality in private, with a cruel attitude, maybe no malice, but it is indeed not a kind act.

I've also thought about taking Marceau out and hiding somewhere. If you can't find her, there will probably be a certain amount of confusion, but there must not be enough time and energy to maintain a high-intensity search. Although Marceau is one of the routine patients, from her changes, even among the routine patients, there is an important and unique identity and position, and the conspiracy hidden in her body also makes me smell something against myself. Even so, Marceau's importance in my opinion did not reach the point where she had to be.

Therefore, it is indeed possible to hide Marceau from the undercurrents that are surging within the seminar, and to avoid falling victim to it.

However, Marceau is a patient in his own right, and a patient cannot do without a doctor.

Just like the choice that "Takakawa" encountered in the past in the reality of the hospital - whether to die like other patients, or to struggle desperately and cooperate with doctors and experts who know that they are not completely benevolent.

In the past, "Takakawa" finally chose to become a real yàn body, and cooperated with the hospital to research those dangerous drugs to maintain the lives of Sakuya and Hakkei and others in the worst way.

Today, I can better understand the choice of Takakawa at that time. Because, too, I chose to let Marceau be tested and treated by experts who might have bad intentions.

I feel powerless and miserable about Marceau's situation and changes, but imagine if I hid Marceau by my side, would it really be a good thing for her and me? I know very well that the cruel choices that both me and she have to face are not simply due to the fate of this repeater world, but have deeper, more essential reasons. This is not a reason to feel sorry for myself, as long as my plan is completed, every qiē pain will be over.

On the contrary, once the plan fails, even if you get happiness at this time, it will only be the nourishment for the next despair.

According to what I remember, Dr. Nguyen Le once explained, I washed the formula with salt water, and the new formula appeared on the basis of the original formula. Although the drugs required are still the same five, there are quite a lot of differences in the ratio and modulation - proportion, ingredient and time, etc. There is even a need to separate one more drug. However, these complex modulation processes do not require much professional equipment, and can be done by using various things available in the room.

Sure enough, Dr. Nguyen Li's approach. It's like an underground party. The thought was spinning in my mind, but my hands and feet were already neatly tinkering with the new recipe.

I trust Dr. Nguyen Le and her prescriptions, and in a certain way, I agree with the ideas she describes. So, in the process of dispensing. I was very calm.

After about ten minutes, I poured the last of the powdered medicine into the cup, only to hear a thud, and the liquid in the cup turned a slimy fuchsia. The color and condition are exactly in line with the description of the finished drug in the new formulation. It also reminds me of the highly concentrated "paradise" again. However, I still think that this purple-red viscous liquid is very different from the "paradise" of the Doomsday Shinrikyo in terms of original intention and effect.

I took a deep breath and poured the hot, thick liquid into my mouth.

For a moment, an indescribable. Extremely complex flavors stimulate my taste buds and seem to turn into a signal that is difficult for the brain to accept, running down the nerves and spine. My eyes were white. The surrounding qiē is losing its color, as if turning into something like a stone.

I felt the ground softening and rolling like a wave, but the hardness of the reinforced concrete withstood the twist well. It's just untenable. My body was shaking, too, and a fire was burning from my internal organs and lungs. I'm ready to fight these illusions. I saw that the ceiling was melting. The gloomy sky was revealed, and in the thick clouds, bifurcated electric wires swam by from time to time. Then, the sky began to burn, and the rain turned into ashes with Mars on it.

I don't know if it's the sun or the moon, and in a heavy posture, it slowly tears through the burning dark clouds.

The orb cracked open a huge opening, and it looked like it was slowly opening its eyes, and a large amount of red liquid poured out of it as if it were bursting a bank.

By the time I realized it, the illusion was over. One second I was still watching the terrible and weird scene, but the next second I realized where I was. There is an abrupt change, but there is no sense of disobedience. And the burning sky before, the red liquid poured out, is also full of immediacy.

Yes, "Paradise".

I immediately remembered that in the past, the hallucinations that occurred when taking Paradise were too profound.

And the hallucinations at that time, and the hallucinations before them, have too much in common. Obviously, he took Dr. Ruan Li's prescription medicine, but he had the hallucination of "paradise" that had not appeared before taking the new medicine from the seminar. I have to think that Dr. Nguyen Li's research is still at the forefront of the symposium.

Suddenly, something cut through the air and came at me with a heavy sense of oppression. I don't know why, I didn't choose to dodge as I used to, although I subconsciously knew that the Swift Sweep Super would definitely be able to dodge. But I just stretched out my right hand and pressed down on the weight coming from the right side. The tremendous force unleashed a huge impact at the time of the first collision, destroying the surrounding objects at once.

Even an object that brought such a big impact couldn't go any further in the palm of my hand. The loud crash seemed to alarm some of the beings who were in the dark, and they began to move in unison, exuding targeted malice.

I glanced at what had been blocked by my own hand, an axe with blades larger than two adults. The handle of the axe is attached to the ceiling, and it looks like a mechanism, but in reality, the handle of the axe is not an inorganic object, but rather a strange twist in the shape of a long stick. Countless faces were emerging from the strange body, and their wails once again caused a shock that even the air began to ripple. Then I drew my knife and cut it in two.

The blade of the axe fell to the ground, and the blade advanced deep into the floor, and the air became extremely chaotic. The shock wave, visible to the naked eye, spreads all the way to depths that are invisible to the naked eye.

It was only then that I observed the situation around me, and this place, which was supposed to be in the middle of the tower, was not the same as the one I had been in when I had retreated from the nightmare earlier.

I can't tell which floor of the tower this is. The huge cavity is fleshy, adsorbed on the quaint walls, and at intervals, you can see a combination of meat and inorganic matter, which has the most basic activity, and sometimes makes people feel it. They may also have the lowest level of sanity. They seem to be able to think, but this thinking becomes the source of their greatest pain - this is the most intuitive feeling I have when I first see them, but such a thing. Of course, it cannot be affirmed by reason.

These strange things, based on some equipment and facilities in outline, seem to follow the original function of equipment and facilities, and are alienated into some special attack methods. And the place where I am is not at all like a place where normal people live, nor does it look like a place where real people live. It's more like a huge prison. Bones are piled on top of each other and can be seen everywhere, and pieces of flesh hang from hooks, leaving traces of torture in some places, like human shapes. But there are also non-humanoid things.

The previous attack looked like a trap in this place. When someone triggers the trap, they drop a giant axe and split the person in half - such a simple trap has now been eroded by flesh and blood, and has been activated into a strange and active attack.

"Father Edward?" I shouted.

The strangeness of this combination of flesh and inorganic matter is superficially very similar to the worsening mutation of the Saya virus. The Trojan virus in Area 51 can also be a sensory anomaly, but. But it doesn't produce flesh alienation. Therefore, in a certain way, whether there is flesh and blood alienation. It can also be seen as the gap between the Trojan virus and the Xaya virus. Personally, I think that it was because Father Edward did not provide complete information to Area 51 that the Trojan virus in Area 51 did not have the characteristics of flesh and blood alienation, so they were prompted to study such a weirdness as the face of black smoke.

The sight of alienation of flesh and blood in front of me makes me have to assume. Father Edward was here – or maybe he was here. But already gone? Chances are, something happened to him here. So the Saya virus was released. I wonder if it's possible that some mysterious organization attacked him in this place?

My loud shouts did not elicit anyone, but they were accompanied by a sharp increase in targeted malice. I instinctively drew my knife and slashed again, and where the sword shone, sparks splashed up, conveying the reaction force of my wrist to prove that it was an extremely hard object. I had quickly retreated, an inhuman roar with a gust of wind across my chest, and at the same time, a great amount of blue flames were leaping in the darkness on all sides.

I swept to the back of the obstacle, and the shelter was beaten into a hornet's nest, and fine stones were scattered everywhere. I confirmed what the hell it was-

Bullet!

The muzzle of the gun that spews blue flames. A large number of guns are concentrating on me, and within the range of the chain judgment that can be captured, where the guns are, there is no zài humanoid. I thought calmly that it was the combination of flesh alienation and firearms that turned it into an active attack array. However, assuming that these flesh-and-blood alienated guns and giant axes are passive traps, they must trigger the mechanism before they can attack, however, I don't feel like I have touched the mechanism. And the malice that can be felt is targeted and full of initiative. This means that, perhaps, all of these weirdness have a conscious core. It is precisely under the impetus of the core that targeted concentrated fire strikes will be carried out on targets that do not have trigger mechanisms.

The gunfire interrupted the candlestick, igniting the lamp, and the flames spread over the combustibles, gradually illuminating the larger area. The silhouette of the attacker that I had vaguely seen before was now gone, and the other party was hiding in the darkness deeper, and it was possible that it had penetrated into the field of vision. But it doesn't matter, there is no dead end in the chain decision, and once it is in range, it is locked.

Even if I was attacked, I was still calm, and what was attacking right now was out of step with the style of this nightmare, and the flesh-and-blood alienated firearms were full of modern style, and even if a hunter like Old Hawke in the nightmare would use a firearm, its guns would definitely not look like this.

The scene now made me even more sure that Father Edward had been here and had a confrontation with a team that was good at using firearms. I shifted from cover to cover, waiting to see if more familiar attacks and mystical powers would emerge.

Didn't keep me waiting.

Within the range of the chain judgment, the air flow on the ground showed an abnormal flow. The air, which had been cloudy from the fierce fighting, was like a stream of turbid water flowing next to the ground, but there was something mixed in with it, and it felt like a snake swimming along the current. They move quickly and obscuribly, as if aiming at their prey, ready to attack with the advantage of the group. Just as I raised my arm to strike first, another huge orb was projected into the chain decision.

The sheer force slammed into the bunker, tearing it apart, and if it wasn't prepared, it would have to suffer.

However, there are no dead ends in the chain decision, and there is no cut off induction.

As the bunker was torn apart, I swept up into the air by clinging to one of the most intensely fired fragments and using it as cover. In the murky air below, six black strips of objects shot out, but they were not as hard as arrows, but because they were soft, they began to deform in mid-air.

I immediately recognized what it was—the Activation Rope turned into by the Gray Mist spell of the Truth of Doom wizards. Although the main purpose is to tie up the target, it will also conjure up a snake head and bite the target with its fangs.

And the ball that broke into the chain judgment and smashed the cover has also been stretched, and it looks like a tall humanoid, but it is definitely not human. Its body is melted in many places, and there are tumors in many places, and the alienation of its body shape makes the armor it mounts look like it has been decomposed and embedded in the flesh of the body, and it looks like it has grown into a piece of the body.

However, I will never admit that the texture and style of those armors are the unique "mysteries" of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion.

The high-level combat power of the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo - the Winged Knight!

I know the fighting power of the Winged Knight, but even such a powerful enemy has been alienated into a strange person who is not a ghost or a ghost in the face of Father Edward's Saya virus. I'm not sure if this alienated Winged Knight is still self-conscious, or just a rampaging killer.

The fighting style of the Winged Knight at this time was too ferocious, as if he had lost his mind, and he just invoked some strategies in an instinctive way. I think that any attacks on me so far, including those trap-like weirdness, are under its control. It may not be rational, but instinct and mystery are still enough to make it the core.

I even speculate that the series of ambushes I encountered were originally constructed by the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult against Father Edward, but the Saya virus caused them to begin to alienate their flesh and blood before they could complete the order, and then Father Edward cracked the ambush. In the end, the remaining ambush, which has been alienated by flesh and blood, becomes a trap against others. Father Edward has already left, but the alienated flesh and blood in front of him, as long as he is not completely dismantled and killed, will not come into contact with his own active aggression.

In addition, the erosion ability and survivability of the alienated flesh and blood of the Saya virus are extremely powerful, and all the weird and characters that died at their hands have probably become part of this alienated flesh trap.

In a flash, I shot an arrow, knocked down the activation rope, and bounced the hook rope with my right hand, climbing the top and swinging outward. In the hail of bullets, the speed of the rifle shuttled between the bullets, and when I crossed the top of the gun position, the muzzle of the gun could no longer move at a faster speed. I landed behind these alienated guns, flesh-and-blood firearms, and drew my long knife and slashed at them.

After two arcs, the array of flesh guns was shattered, and the broken body writhed as if it were dying. I sprinkled the powder, lit the lamp, and plunged the area into flames.

At the same time, a shadow appeared above the head, a gray mist.

I began to sweep. The gray mist had condensed into an alienated winged knight, and in the observation of the chain judgment, a large number of holes were opened in its body, and the next moment, the corresponding number of holes of the activation rope scattered out. It's not difficult to dodge or shoot down the activators that are shooting at you, but the larger number of activators is clearly not aimed at me.

As soon as the activating rope touches the ground, ceiling, and walls, it splits the bloody roots. These activation ropes, which were obviously composed of gray mist spells, were all alienated by flesh and blood. (To be continued)