Although I don't know if the human form in a fast food restaurant is made up of the elements of the human subconscious, their appearance and attack are similar to the occult phenomenon of the spirit. It was as if there was an invisible force that rolled up sharp cutlery, it was not a physical force, and the force field was not felt at all at the scene, only the impact that suddenly formed without warning drove the air flow to roll up a hurricane. In the blink of an eye, the fast-food restaurant was in shambles, and I wasn't the only one wreaking havoc. The vanishing humanoids seem to have transformed into invisible forms, and they cannot be observed even if they are determined by chains, which is reminiscent of the occult description of the power of the mind, as if these figures themselves are the embodiment of this invisible power - but this is only a metaphor for the image, and it is probably not the case, I thought to myself, KY3000's barrage of bullets shot in all directions, shooting down all the dangerous objects that tried to approach them on the spot.

Fortunately, these humanoids, while strange, are very old-fashioned in their way of attacking, as if they must be lethal with the help of objects in material form, which appear in a state of consciousness, but are not themselves material. Compared to their own existence, this method is undoubtedly low, just as aliens with the power to cross galaxies still insist on using stone tools as weapons. From the point of view of the occult, this imbalance is obviously deliberate, enough to prove that this fast food restaurant, as a singular point connecting the "surface" and "depth" of the nightmare Las Vegas, is more of a man-made means of man-made transformation than the idea of the people behind the scenes, even if there are natural factors.

I began to be convinced, from the time I was attacked by those suspicious military personnel, until I locked on to the remote observer. Entering this twisted place through a fast food restaurant is indeed guided by the people behind the scenes. Perhaps, the other party had made several preparations at the beginning, and my choice met one of all his preparations. It is not the prophetic wisdom of the enemy, but based on what the enemy knows about me. Meticulous and mysterious planning and thorough preparation.

I don't think that's Nazi style.

So, is it the NOG and the mercenary association that are acting? Or is it the work of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Church? I have not been recovering from this apocalyptic illusion for a long time, and I have little contact with others, and those who can understand me at a certain level must have a detailed and large intelligence organization, and people or organizations who know a lot about "mysteries", especially magic patterns. Once you've created your filters, you'll only have a few possible answers left. Man does not act against another person for no reason, therefore. Since this incident can be seen as a situation of "it must be Gao Chuan", then, the guy who designed me must understand the strength of the fourth-level magic pattern on a certain level. In this way, Father Edward, who has been missing for several days, is naturally one of the suspects.

Actually, based on the plan of action of the "Jiang". It is impossible to be disturbed by this kind of Cheng dù design, no matter what the other party is thinking. Even if you do something, unless you bring out the power of at least the monster in the subconscious abyss, or gather the full power of the repeater to arrange it, it is meaningless.

Even if I understand it, that's what it is. For all human beings, it is cruel. But when they do, I can't quite treat it as something I don't need to care about.

If I could use the power of "Jiang", I would unceremoniously destroy the monster equivalent to the body of this warped world. But sorry people. In the absence of a response from "Jiang", even the power of the fourth-level demon pattern could not maintain its body here for too long, and the mystery of this monster had far surpassed that of the fourth-level demon pattern messenger. Therefore, the only option is to retreat. Regardless of the person behind the scenes, he just wanted to test the power of the fourth-level demon pattern envoy and this monster, or wanted me to bring out the news of this monster, or really wanted to use the power of the monster to kill me, he could get a relatively satisfactory result this time.

I will not feel lost because of this, this feeling is so small and useless in the face of that deep and long despair and fear. For me, anything that can't kill me will give me a chance to fight back. What I do best is brew strength in silence.

I calmly emptied the fast food restaurant, the battle was easier than expected, and the human form that appeared in the fast food restaurant was not that inexplicably weird, which was undoubtedly good news. I'm not going to speculate as to why these figures are only like this, and the people behind the scenes are well prepared and will not expose their feet in front of me. In other words, I don't think I'm smarter than the other person. On the contrary, I have always considered myself a stupid person, and this stupidity is not reflected in my studies, but often when I look back on my adventures.

It's not the first time I've been tricked, and it's not the first time I've been conspired before I know what's going on. Facts have also proved that although they are very smart and good at designing all the people they feel they need, but, from another point of view, they are also weak, and only by doing so can they get close to their goals, how powerless they are in front of the "Jiang" and in the face of the rotating time. The best way to deal with them is to keep your mouth shut, do what you want, and wait for them to catch up with them and expose yourself to yourself.

This kind of practice should not be able to be done by everyone, but it is suitable for me, which is enough to prove that I am different from others.

Admit your insignificance and stupidity, but also accept that you are different, dream of being a hero, but always believe that silence is a better attitude than hustle and bustle. I think that's what I really am.

The guns went out, and there was a dead silence, but I felt that my mind suddenly became clear, as if it was constantly filling my mind, a mess of things, combed neatly one by one, resting on the loom waiting to be weaved. The deep, turbid place in my heart seems to have been filtered, turning into a cold and clear stream, gurgling and flowing. The unbelievable adventure stories recorded in my mind in the past are like a backbone running through the front and back, becoming more three-dimensional. It is no longer a scene of absurd twists and turns, but a whole story, now. I know better than ever how to get to the end - follow my innermost thoughts, look at those illusions, listen to the sounds that melt in my ears, and don't need to do anything deliberately, because. In fact, I have been guided and walked on the road to the ending, and what the ending will be is not determined by myself at all, but, in the entanglement of countless complex factors, what is presented seems to have countless opportunities to change, but in fact. No one can explore such a complex mechanism of operation, so it is impossible to be sure whether the things that you are actually trying to change will actually cause future changes, and even if there is, whether it will be a good change.

Because. Not sure about the consequences of trying to change, so. You don't need to change anything. Just do what you want, and then, be ready to carry the good and the bad that come with it. Many people believe that this is a self-righteous approach that will only reap the bitter fruits in the end. Man is a creature who must refer to the ideas of others in order to be prepared – but it is clear that in the event of an eventuality, such thinking is nonsense. What people can do is not to choose good or bad, but to be prepared to bear bad results. Negative. But necessarily.

I have seen my life clearly, I am unlucky, but I am lucky, in the hundreds of millions of people, not much less fortunate than others, not much luckier than others, is such a child, ordinary but yearning for not ordinary children.

I don't know why I suddenly confirmed this at such a time, and my mind suddenly became clearer than before, and I felt as if I had been sublimated. I always feel that this feeling of sublimation may be just an illusion, but even if it is an illusion, it should be in a place in life that has a certain limit - as described in the story, in the communication of life and death, when an important choice must be made, etc., before this kind of sober consciousness suddenly sprouts.

And yet, it came so unprepared, suddenly, and without any disobedience, without any resistance, that it was as natural as snow melted in water. The same is true of the fourth-level magic pattern, which is reached when the strong thoughts and emotions of the moment are unraveled, and it is bland and lacks storytelling, and it is not at all the plot that I have been passionate about in the past.

I just stood in the middle of a mess of fast food restaurants, silently looking around every corner, confirming my calm mood while observing every detail of the fast food restaurant - all its anomalies are hidden in these details, and the next time, when I encounter similar details again, I can use this experience to be more prepared.

I began to feel that from this moment on, I was no longer mentally ill, because my mind was no longer chaotic, and I no longer had the feeling that I would be swallowed up by the torrent of thoughts at any moment. I seem to have reverted back to the self I was at the beginning of the mystery, but when I think about it, under the premise that patients with doomsday syndrome must be psychopathic, wasn't I also mentally ill at that time? A clear mind and no longer being plagued by uncontrollable thoughts does not mean a change in the nature of the pathology.

Many mentally ill people do not feel that they are mentally ill. In comparison, being able to recognize that he is mentally ill may be mild.

I don't seem to care as much as I used to, and I always deliberately remind myself that I am mentally ill.

I smiled. I didn't think about it, I just calmly, instinctively, accepted this facial movement.

I took the chalk out of my pocket and realized that I had chalk in my pocket, but it wasn't something to worry about. Quark reassembled the crow's body, appeared on my shoulder, and suddenly flew up again, setting off a wind that was not equal to the size of its wings, and tossed the clutter on the ground aside, obviously not deliberate, but it turned out to be deliberate, but it was not worth caring about. I drew a rudimentary eye pattern on the ground with chalk, and then circled it with inexplicable words and patterns that I didn't even know why, and it looked like a magic circle. I don't know why I did this, what the principle is, but I just followed my inner feelings, and I completed this step, and it still looked like it.

I knew it was going to work, although, there was no proof until it really worked.

I threw away the chalk and stood in the center of the magic circle, staring down at the pattern of the eye. It seemed that in the next second, it suddenly moved. From a static pattern, to a vivid dynamic scene, I feel. That's because the inorganic floor under your feet is coming to life. This "living" process, perhaps, should be said to be a process of "recovery", begins with a tiny Cheng dù. There are many small activities, which constitute a whole huge dynamic, as if the whole fast food restaurant is a living thing.

I used to think that this fast food restaurant was just someone's ghost nightmare, but it turns out that it may be a ghost nightmare, but it is not a ghost nightmare.

I felt like I was inside a living body, and the eyes under my feet looked like a simple picture. But it's really the eyes of this living creature. I watched it, walked into its depths, opened the doors, walked through a long dark passage, and saw what looked like an exit. I ran towards the light, and as I got closer and closer, the moment I finally made contact with it, a terrifying emotion ran through my nerves like an electric current. I can't help but open my eyes, like when I have them open. Open it again.

The ceiling, which was close to several meters, became clear, and at first it seemed to be spinning, but it soon stopped. My brain was clear, and I knew I had woken up from a nightmare. I vividly remember what happened to me in Nightmare Las Vegas, and I knew I was in a nightmare. There is no such thing as "fear". However, during and after waking up, I could feel more clearly the fear of this electric shock that was so intense that it almost made my muscles tingle. But it's completely unclear what it was all about. I just think it must not be because of the situation that happened in the nightmare.

If you think about it, you will feel that this fear comes from the depths of your body and heart, like an instinct that is deeply hidden. This made me feel that I must have come into contact with "Jiang" again under some kind of unconscious situation.

It took me a long break to break free from this intense, unprovoked, but deeply fearful feeling. As if my dehydrated body had gained some strength, I felt thirsty and picked up the water glass on the bedside table and took a sip. The cold water is like a thread that slides down the throat and into the stomach, and then the sensation of the body becomes clearer. It was only then that I realized what I was holding in the palm of my hand.

I opened my hand and saw that it was a disk of the electronic demon summoner. This thing, which had been adjusted by NOG and used as an experiment, really passed through the world of consciousness and came to the "reality" of the repeater world. This is enough to prove that NOG has made progress very close to this Las Vegas repeater in the research of repeaters. I don't think that this is the research that the mysterious experts began to carry out after arriving in the Las Vegas City Repeater World, and the exploration of the mystery is more difficult than the exploration of science, and the probability of reaching the boundary between the "state of consciousness" and the "state of matter" that can run through the world of the repeater in just a few days is too low, on the contrary, if before coming to Las Vegas, NOG has already considered these things, and let the network ball provide the corresponding technical points in advance, and now this result is acceptable.

The technical intelligence resources provided by Cyberball are enough for John Bull to have enough say to influence the entire team even if he doesn't do anything.

I turned on my computer and didn't immediately verify the contents of the disk, just documented what happened to me during this nightmare, as well as the changes in myself. I believe that Dr. Nguyen Le will be able to use his psychological expertise to give another non-mystical perspective. Because, just from the point of view of "mystery", I think that my change is a good thing, but from the perspective of non-mystical normal psychology, I can't be sure that this is really a good thing.

By the time I was done, the sun was already shining in the room, and there was movement outside for a while. I put on my coat and pushed the door open, only to see Sakiya and Hakkei already dressed in their school uniforms, sitting at the dining table, waiting for breakfast to come to the stage. As usual, Dr. Nguyen Le always went to bed after midnight, but he always woke up early and did not show any tiredness. Dressed in an apron, she will serve a breakfast of bread, milk and vegetarian salad, and her meals are always on the Western side.

Even though Sakiya and Hakkei have moved into this house, on weekdays, I often can't wait to have breakfast with everyone. Probably because I had nightmares every day and didn't have to go to school, I woke up later than usual unless there were special circumstances. So, when they saw me go out, the casual conversation of the three suddenly fell silent, and there seemed to be an untimely surprise floating in the air. After two or three seconds, I used "Morning." Words like these greeted each other, and then the atmosphere became natural again.

"Why is it so early today? Didn't you have a nightmare last night? "When I was washing, I heard Dr. Nguyen Li ask outside. In the counseling session every three days, I had already told me about the nightmares, and of course she would not think that it was because of the electronic demon, her eyes were always fixed on the normal world, and she was used to using her knowledge to explain the strange - of course, nightmares, even daily nightmares, were not strange situations for psychology.

"Yes, but it's not the same as the usual nightmares." I replied naturally.

"Did you write it down?" Dr. Nguyen Le asked her that she had other jobs during the day, and that my condition was a "stubborn illness", so she often started this part of the job after work. From the very beginning, Dr. Nguyen Li did not think that my condition could be effective in a short period of time, and her past treatment experience also made her very mentally prepared to treat me. My situation didn't seem very good to her, but it didn't deteriorate to the point of urgency. In Dr. Nguyen Li's words, my condition was like "a sponge touching water and getting soaked little by little". The process is not very fast, and some treatment can be done to make the process not too intense, and there have even been signs in the past that the condition has stopped temporarily, but the possibility of actually completing the treatment has not yet been found.

Modern medicine has overcome some mental illnesses, but the number of mental patients is still in the minority. For mentally ill patients, mental problems may be entangled for a lifetime, and this is not a strange situation for both Dr. Ruan Li and "Gao Chuan", even if it involves their own people, but there is no way. It's a fairly realistic situation.

Because it was useless to be in a hurry, it was better to treat other patients and find inspiration than to study my condition with all my might. Now that Dr. Ruan Li's research has reached a bottleneck, she does not hide it, because this is no longer something that can be solved by simple efforts, and most of the success factors have been transferred to the relatively ethereal thing of inspiration. Without inspiration, even if I used 24 hours a day, it would not have an effect on my condition. What's more, psychotherapy is a long-term behavior.

What I recorded, Dr. Nguyen Le would use the fragmented time in the clinic to conduct research, and then examine and adjust me on a three-day basis. Days like this are like eating and taking medicine regularly.

"You're looking better than usual." When I came out, Dr. Ruan Li stared at me and confirmed this, and Sakuya and Hakkei also looked at me for a while, nodding yes.

"I also think it should be better than usual." I sat down in my place, rolled up the salad with bread, took a big bite from the milk, and muttered, "Although I had a nightmare and woke up scared, I was incredible, and there was a feeling of relief, like the feeling of knowing that I had done well in the final exam." ”

"Is it because you're on leave of absence, and you're not used to having no schoolwork?" Bajing cast a teasing look, "It's really an honor student, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't do the exam questions for a day." ”

"No, I'm just making an analogy." I tried to swallow the bread and said to her seriously, "Actually, I don't like studying at all, really, if I can live a good life without studying." ”

"Good day? Now like this? Sakiya said, I think she has bad intentions.

"At least today should be a good day." I gave her a blank look and said. Then I found that Dr. Nguyen Le had been staring at me, as if he wanted to confirm something. I don't know exactly what she confirmed, but the unrecognizable gaze seemed to express disapproval.

Perhaps, she thinks, it is not a better, but a worsening. I can't help but think. (To be continued......)