I left the residential area again, and cleared the strangeness of leaving the forest area along the way, I don't know if it was my delusion, these strange appearances seemed to gradually change in the direction of anthropomorphism, some of the non-human forms encountered at the altar, appeared like human limbs, I am not sure that I saw the same kind of strangeness, but they obviously have great similarities in appearance, and the only difference is in the presence or absence of anthropomorphic limbs - these parts that look like hands or feet, like long branches, It was so abruptly attached to the inhuman and bloated limb, although it kept dancing, it didn't have any harm, it was just full of a sense of disobedience, making its unnatural appearance more and more disgusting.

I can't pinpoint the location of the current residential area on the entire peninsula, and I'm even just guessing that the terrain of this nightmare is based on the topography of the peninsula, but on the other hand, I have not seen an image of the tower in the distance on the peninsula, and I suspect that it is a purposeful structure built by "strangers" like me in this nightmare.

Because of the current more eye-catching coordinates, only the inhabitants and the tower, I also prefer to gradually expand the scope of my activities along the two points and one line. The weirdness that appears at the moment, even at this time, when I think I belong to the "sealed" state, is weaker than most of the "demons" I have encountered in the past, and not every one of them shows strong aggression, and according to my observation, most of the reason for their weakness is that their advantages in a certain aspect are too prominent, as if the balance of the overall ability has been adjusted in a biased way, so that they have a good performance in a specific ability and state. On the other hand, as long as they are out of what they are good at, they are all weaknesses.

Thick-skinned creatures move at a ridiculously slow speed. And those who are good at attacking with their limbs. It will never suddenly spew out flames and venom. The fast ones are made of glass, and they seem to shatter at the touch of a touch - of course, just to me, they are like this, if their opponents are ordinary people. Their own merits are enough to make up for the shortcomings, and even the defects they show have exceeded the average level of ordinary people.

However, as long as I don't have an all-round attack without dead ends, or have a certain amount of self-healing ability, or have a strong enough negative influence, these weird things naturally can't be my opponent. Even under this feeling of being "sealed", the use of the power of the magic pattern has become very difficult. Chain Decisions have been significantly nerfed, but the "relatively fast" nature of Swift Dash Supers doesn't seem to have changed. Even if I was attacked by the most agile weird sneak attack, as long as it pounced into the perceptual range of the chain decision, even if it was already in the neck in the blink of an eye, I could still use the speed sweep to avoid the fatal blow - jumping to the side, or simply rolling on the ground, etc., without that feeling of imminence at all. Even when it looked most thrilling, the deadly attack almost stuck to the skin. It seemed to me that there was plenty of time to react.

Dodging, rolling, these processes all take time, and I don't think so. This process consumes less time than those weird weird speeds. But when I reacted, the distance between the other party and me was as if the end of the world was close at hand. I always avoid them at the last minute and then fight back.

Hand crossbows are also good. Whether it's a hook rope or a long knife, every tool, whether it's used to attack or not, I can naturally use them as weapons, and instinctively use their own effects. What seems like an intense and tight movement is as natural to me as eating and drinking. And these tools, when used, are as light as hands and feet.

I turned, took cover from the trees and boulders, leaned down, and silently approached the monsters that had just attacked, and they were so stupid, without any alertness, and glanced around blankly, and by the time it found me, I had already reached the best distance to attack, and cut off its head—sometimes limbs, sometimes chest, in short, these monsters had some "core", like the human heart and brain nourishment, and after penetrating and cutting out, they would fall to the ground and turn into ashes, and then sucked into it by the magic pattern to become nourishment.

At this time, I thought that the speed was not the best, but there was a real sense of action. It's like I'm stepping on the ground, dismembering the enemy in a way I can understand, little by little, unpleasantly, but with enough precision. In the past, whenever I used a quick sweep and tried to use "light" as a reference to reach a speed beyond my own perception, it felt even more empty than it is now. As if the so-called "faster than the light, faster than the consciousness" is nothing more than some self-deception.

I've always felt that it's not a good idea to take advantage of the nature of the speed sweep and choose those abnormal velocity references. When my speed exceeded the theoretically understandable limit, I felt that it was not a false situation full of side effects. Once or twice you use it, you may be able to suppress that unreal feeling, but if you use it frequently, you will have a bad premonition.

Before entering this nightmare, I had always restrained myself from doing my best when using the SpeedSweep Super. Because, that "best" Cheng dù is really unsettling and incomprehensible: using light as a reference can be faster than light? Using consciousness as a reference, can it be faster than "consciousness"? Isn't that a bit of a? But, on the other hand, I can do it, and in the past battles, I have tried it, and I have not felt any sequelae.

Perhaps, I can really do it faster than "light" and faster than "consciousness" every time without any scruples, but I have always subconsciously rejected such behavior, so that even when I am in the best state, I have never reached my limit in the forest farm.

Now in the face of weirdness that is weaker than the "demon", of course, there is nothing to be nervous about.

I don't deny that the weirdness of the future may become powerful and weird step by step under the influence of many parties, but at least for now, they are still in front of me.

Looking at the tower from the altar, it doesn't seem to be very far away. But when I actually went there, I realized that it was indeed farther than I thought. I took a break on the way to tidy up my greystone and gear. The large amount of gray stone stored in zài made me really feel the convenience - the treatment of myself, the transformation of external objects, including weapons. Most of the lines can be done with the power of Greystone. Whenever the power of these gray stones is used in weapons and props, I can always feel that there is a power that erodes the body, echoes the magic pattern, and is repelled by the imprint on the forehead. I clearly felt that the brand on my forehead would always lose its effect, and the more I killed the weird, the more I extracted the gray mist and gray stone from their corpses and used them, the clearer and stronger this feeling became. It's like a warning red light that keeps flashing and rotating.

I wiped the blade of my knife and watched the sky look like the sun and the moon as the giant orb was sinking as I thought back and analyzed the information I had gained during this time. I don't think I can get a completely correct and completely positive answer from this, it's just that it's instinctive. Even when I'm fighting, my mind is still out of the battle from time to time. But even if I think too much. Moreover, it is necessary to think about it so much. But this state has never disturbed sleep once.

The past apocalyptic illusion was fine, but after I recovered, every time I fell asleep, I couldn't go into a deep sleep. I'm always dreaming, and these dreams are so realistic, and there's a lot of intrigues. A whole bunch of special cases waiting for me to solve. It's the same this time, of course I didn't fall into this nightmare voluntarily, but since I did, I couldn't do nothing. He obediently waited in a hidden place until he was completely awakened.

When you wake up, you need to fight the "Mystery", and even when you fall asleep, you have to continue to fight the "Mystery". Dreams and reality, in the feelings, are full of contradictory but deep connections, and this connection will always bring people bad premonitions, but most of the time, those worst premonitions will always come true.

I've always assumed that I'm an indifferent person, but when I look at my diary repeatedly, I can't see where the indifference is manifested. And the "Gao Chuan" in the story is always asking for hardships, babbling like a mental patient, and firmly believing in things that normal people will not believe. Yes, I don't think that the self in the story, that "Gao Chuan" is a normal person, even the story itself is obscure and ridiculous enough, from a normal concept, it is just the product of apocryphal failure, but on the contrary, this is what I have written, and it is also the situation I am facing.

No matter how many times I flip through it, I can't find a "better and more correct" route from it, and those things that have been experienced, even if I go back in time with memories, don't seem to be able to make them better through different options. An extremely strong sense of fate, pervading the absurd story, only makes one fully aware of what kind of thing is completely beyond the realm of human imagination that dominates this qiē.

That thing is indeed different from the "gods" and "devils" that people themselves set. Even if it is to create a pessimistic thought in order to express the strength of the other party, there will always be some weaknesses or characteristics that "can allow humans to defeat it" in such a powerful thing. Even in the Cthulhu mystical system, which is said to be "uninterested in humans, far beyond human imagination", those chaotic evil gods, even if they are described as "always asleep, once awakened, it is a disaster", they are always asleep, and the occasional horror is often suppressed back into a "sleeping" state by humans after a period of time.

Yes, even when describing the "fear of the unknown", human beings always have a natural advantage of menopause in the world they envision and the monsters they envision. Even in the worst of times, there is often the belief that "God's is God's, and what is human's is human."

However, I don't see anything like this in my own stories - people who see a crisis and take action, people who believe that they can get through it and save the world, simply have to believe that "they can do these things", even if they know that they may be on the verge of failure, and they forcibly believe that they can get out of this situation. I don't think that such a belief is incorrect or unreasonable, but I just think that it is this belief that embodies that cruel desperate situation, how difficult it is to shake.

The more sunny, fortitude and hard work are for all those who are struggling, the more they will feel pain and helplessness when they fail.

This looming "script" for all those who are trying to struggle. It's all terrible. However, these people who shine with their own light, people who work hard for their beliefs, are indeed indispensable elements of the "script". They make the "script" exciting, sublimated, and not completely complete. Thoroughly, rotten story from beginning to end.

It is precisely because of this feeling that I am more and more convinced that the protagonist of this story is "flying insects", not "humans". And whether "humans" are satisfied or dissatisfied is actually meaningless, because it is as if they were born for the sake of this story. Once detached from this story, "humanity" has no basis or reason to exist.

Here, there are no natural human rights, and people are not born to forge ahead and find their own calling. People are born with responsibilities, and this responsibility is just to complete a "script". Play a "role".

What a pessimistic thought! I came to my senses and shook my head. I will continue to compile and continue to write the story of "Takakawa" with what I have thought and experienced. I know it's just a nightmare, but when I wake up. Will what I write here appear in my diary when I wake up?

I closed the journal and plugged in the barrel. I don't know when the cover of the diary became like this—very formal, with a black and yellow leather cover. There is no text, but the texture of the leather makes people see some illusions in a trance, just like in reality, those who use patterns to create "three-dimensional visual effects", but they are more "advanced" than them. These textures allow me to see the illusion or hallucination, which is moving.

I can't describe what the wriggling thing was when I stared at the cover of the diary, but I thought it wasn't a good thing, but it matched the nightmare vibe. For me, it doesn't have any effect, however, I'm not sure if it will have an impact on other people, especially ordinary people.

Before you know it, even the diary and the story itself have become a kind of hoodoo that is a metaphor for madness. It was a bit frustrating to me because, a long time ago, I had been looking forward to writing a best-selling novel like Harry and the Ring, based on my own true story.

Now it seems that I am facing more than just a problem of personal pen power and publishing channels. I don't even dare to show such content to an ordinary person.

I tucked the diary into my holster, put it back in the inner pocket of my turtleneck trench coat, and put the collar up to the side of the hollow in the middle of nowhere. Outside, the rain seemed to be getting heavier again, and there was standing water everywhere, and the light was as dim as ever, even if there was no wind, it made people feel clammy and cold. I didn't make a fire, I just lay down in my clothes, and the god rested. I was a little sleepy in this nightmare, and I knew that there was still a long way to go in the direction of the tower.

Although I was a little worried about the situation in the neighborhood after I left, I couldn't stay there forever, whether it was to find Marceau or find out what was going on with others. At this moment, I can only pray for them.

I don't know how long it took, but I had a vague sense of consciousness. Then, the sense of alertness forced me to wake up - it was clear that I shouldn't be asleep, not even confused, and the so-called closing my eyes and recuperating meant that I could jump up and fight immediately when something happened, and it felt like I was just in a daze for a while, and I might have wasted too much time.

Even the mere act of drowsiness can make time slip by and put yourself in unsuspecting danger.

I opened my eyes hard, and the first thing I did was press the long knife on my waist, but there was nothing there. The delicate texture of the fabric comes from the palm of the hand, as well as the touch of the waist. My eyes widened, and I realized that I was not on the inside of the rock, but in an unfamiliar room. However, even such an unfamiliar room was enough for me to realize that I was back.

Woke up from a nightmare.

It's not just because of that kind of consciousness lucidity, but because the furnishings, decoration, and smell of this room are all very different from the nightmare qiē.

More sounds, more colors, gradually take shape in the mind, outlining a more vivid image.

The bed is quiet and frightening, perhaps, but never the nightmares, full of weirdness. Candles are lit in the corners, flickering in a dim light. You can hear the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, and the rain line outside the window is so obvious that it will not stop anytime soon. The sunlight that had been there before falling asleep has now been blocked by a thin layer of clouds.

This is a hospital, and the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant water. This taste, and the unique atmosphere that often accompanies it, is all too familiar to me. The ceiling of the room is unfamiliar, but the layout, atmosphere and scenery are not unfamiliar. It occurred to me that this should be the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital.

I guess Dr. Nguyen Li asked someone to send me back, but the process didn't wake me up. I don't know if the room I'm in is the patient's room they have in their impression that I've been using in this psychiatric hospital for the past three days. Although the space is as large as a double room in a typical hotel, there is only a large all-white bed, which is the style commonly used in hospitals, but the specifications are large enough to easily lie down for three people. However, there are no extra personal items in this room, so I guess I am the only one living here.

In addition to the queen bed, there are bedside tables, tables and bookshelves, not even a wardrobe. I wore a gray baggy gown, and there were two more on the bedside table. There was paper and pen on the table, I walked over and flipped through it, and sure enough, it was my diary, and the contents were not surprising to me, including those I had written in my nightmare. Whether it was my actions in the nightmare that fed back into my normal body, or something else, I don't want to speculate anymore. The current situation, for me, is no longer a question of "where is the truth", but the world that I have observed, experienced, and confirmed, whether it is a self-conceived illusion or a self-perceived reality, is interconnected in a complex way.

And I can only deal with them as if they were real.

It's a crazy world, isn't it?

I pushed open the window, and suddenly a cold and wet wind blew in, and outside the window was a lawn, with a large banyan tree with a thick canopy swaying in the wind, and a rattan sling chair tied to the branches. At the end of the lawn, the ground slumped so low that it was a small section that could not be seen from the room how deep the section was, and what was below. However, before reaching the section, there is already an iron fence to prevent people from running in that direction.

It stands to reason that the place where I am located should be the key area of the hospital, but from the outside, it looks like a relatively remote place in this area.

The layout of the room is simple, even monotonous, and the large expanses of white, although stimulating, are the preferred tones here, and any visible furnishings are as close to white as possible. But it's hard to think about it when it's clean. Some places are off-white, but they look a little old and dirty. The smell of disinfectant can be smelled everywhere, and they seem to use disinfectant water even to flush the toilet. Moreover, there is no electrical circuit in the whole room, and the lighting tools you can choose from are: matches, oil lamps, candles, and flashlights with batteries. As for other large household appliances, it is even more impossible.

It seems that in order to prevent patients from coming into contact with too many things as much as possible - in fact, this is not an uncommon practice, although it may not be convenient for patients and there is a lack of communication channels with the outside world, but many psychiatric hospitals choose to use this monotonous environment to suppress the mental pressure brought by the colorful outside world.

The monotonous living environment and the simple lifestyle of day after day have been proven to be very helpful in calming the mental level of the mentally ill. However, if there is a capacity, the hospital will provide different personal room environments for the patient's situation, and will not turn the entire psychiatric hospital into such a monotonous situation. And this approach, of course, is also correct. In fact, for the operation of psychiatric hospitals, the so-called "monotony" can not only exclude "serious patients", but also save money.

I heard about these things from Dr. Nguyen Li.

However, compared with the reality of the hospital, the personal room of this mental hospital is too monotonous, unnatural, and a little depressing, and does not give me the feeling of "thinking about the patient". (To be continued......)