Dr. Nguyen Le has always been worried about my condition, but I don't have any doubts about my state, maybe this calm without any doubts is a kind of symptom of my own symptoms worsening. However, even if I think so, I still don't put too much effort into treatment. I've given up on treatment, not because of self-defeat, but because I don't think about why I have to do it, I have a lot of things to do, and these things are related to my mental state. I have come to the conclusion from more and more encounters that if I am "cured", I will most likely lose the ability to save others, and even the opportunity.

I haven't fulfilled my promise to save someone I love, and I don't want to give up halfway, no matter what the truth of the world I am facing. No matter what "Jiang" is, no matter what my "love" for it is, I have no reason to stop. Suppose that I didn't encounter these things, these people and non-people, and suppose that after I returned to normal, everyone else lost the opportunity to return to normal, when I think of that kind of world, I can't help but feel a different kind of fear than when I faced the "virus".

Unlike in the past, I see many tragic things now, tragedies that cannot be reversed by my own will, and I feel another sense of fate in the illusion that I am the center of the world. In this conflict of power and self-centeredness, I know how incompetent, weak and stupid I am, how narrow my vision is, that there are too many things in this world that I can't understand and explain, and that things full of malice always make me powerless. Even so, I still don't want to give up. The beautiful vision in my heart, even if it is torn apart by personal experience, the light it emits has not disappeared, and it is still desirable. I am willing to step on these glowing glass shards, even if I am covered in bruises, but I also want to find a glimmer of hope that only exists in the imagination.

My mind is clear. I know what I'm doing, and I never deny that I'm a mentally ill person, and because of this, I can go where normal people don't dare to set foot in, in the darkness that is wider than the "ordinary", to find things that can't be obtained in the "normal". Whether it's my status as a mysterious expert at this time, or my assumptions about the dark world I face. And those abnormal thoughts and emotions are my weapons.

I firmly believe that everything I have done will become a support for me to go on. Even just telling stories about your experiences and thoughts can inspire you in the spiritual world.

What happened to me in the past, including death itself, made me who I am now and gave me the strength to move forward now. Although the process is full of regret and pain, but. Looking back on these journeys, I find that I have no regrets. Maybe it's because, long ago, I was aware of these possibilities. I'm even more stupid than I thought I would, but. My heart is stronger than I thought I could be—and now I have the self-confidence to claim any malice from outside.

I'm Takakawa. Forever sixteen-year-old honor student.

As in the past, I straightened my back and walked through the bustling crowd of the city without any hesitation or hesitation. Before the end came, this bustling metropolis was still bathed in warm sunlight, as if the malice under the dark night was obscured by this glorious side, and there was not even a trace of blood. I know that the dark malice has never gone away, and I am used to haunting the night, but I also like the bright and warm day. In works like cinema novels, the dark side of mystery is often hated, jealous, and afraid of the sun, but I now feel that it is just a description of the incomprehensible, unrivaled dark malice, at least, as I know, those things beyond imagination are not so fragile at all.

I used to think that evil and darkness were something that could be embodied and understood, but now I have other ideas, perhaps - powerful, incomprehensible, invincible, unstoppable - that the collection of these concepts is itself evil and dark relative to all the "weak". Human beings always shape their image as "can grow infinitely and have infinite possibilities", perhaps precisely because people know that they actually have limits, and around them, there are hidden "absolutely unmatchable things", and they can only become or defeat these things from "imagination".

In Paris, right now, in places that people subconsciously ignore, a group of people who had come into contact with that thing, and thus gained extraordinary powers, but who were still unable to defeat it in essence, were trying to get in touch with it further, or to reject it, but probably everyone knew that all thoughts and actions were meaningless except to recognize its existence and absoluteness.

The Cyberball, and the Cult of Doomsday Shinrikyo, are the most classic and distinct representatives of these people. The reasons for the pursuit of the truth of the end of the world are very complex and cannot be argued purely from physiology and psychology, but I think that among these complex and tangled reasons, there is no lack of their yearning for the ultimate embodiment of the absolute. The cyberballs reject the apocalyptic truth because it is based on this yearning, but they admit that it is only a "yearning", not a "reality".

In the final analysis, what the Doomsday Shinrikyo thinks and does seems very "realistic" in the context of the apocalypse, but excluding this external factor and only talking about the heart, I think that the Internet Ball is actually more "realistic" than the Doomsday Shinrikyo - admitting that you are human and clearly standing on the standpoint of human beings and rejecting something is indeed a more realistic act than wanting to make yourself inhuman and trying to accept something from an inhuman standpoint.

Such a realistic network ball urges every action of NOG, even in this repeater world, it seems to be a dimension away from the NOG headquarters in the outside world, just like based on a new world, the influence of network ball is also everywhere, and their business strategy is very large, so that NOG's business strategy is tilted in the direction that network ball is good at. Along with the expansion of NOG's power, Cyberball is also promoting its own ideas. These ideas and propaganda methods have been tempered in the outside world, so in a short period of time, they have blossomed and borne fruit in this repeater world.

Assuming that there are no people with cyberballs, what is the development strategy of NOG? It is still unknown, but under the strong influence of the Cyberball, NOG will set up strongholds wherever its influence is located, and the composition and operation of these strongholds are unusual, and even the Doomsday Shinrikyo cannot be easily uprooted. I don't know the secret, but one thing is certain. No matter how Doomsday Shinrikyo may hide, when every town in Europe has been nailed by the NOG, there will be nowhere to hide. NOG has been using actions to force the Doomsday Shinrikyo to appear, and mystical experts are very aware of the horror of the Doomsday Shinrikyo hidden in the dark. It is also relying on the stronghold. NOG was able to find many suspicious points related to the Doomsday Shinrikyo in a short period of time. It's just that before all the suspicions and clues are dug out, they still don't dare to act rashly, and in order to consolidate themselves, they can't send more powerful people to deal with these suspicions. I can only turn to me, who used to be a companion. But it was a betrayer who once made the team lose a lot.

For many, this is a frustrating situation. Not everyone welcomed me to the door, although I brought some important information to them. Paris is a cosmopolitan city, and NOG is the head of the stronghold here. He is also a Demon Messenger, however, he has transformed his mystery into an electronic Demon Messenger to ensure that NOG has enough self-protection ability during its development. After all, it is impossible to expect a group of people who cannot use mysterious powers to guide the electronic demon messenger on what to do, even if the other party is indeed a complete novice in terms of experience.

When she entered Nightmare Las Vegas after falling asleep, she had already informed John Bull and had already obtained information, so she took the lead in contacting the person in charge of the Paris stronghold. His image in the nightmare is like a decadent military ruffian, but from the feeling of it, he may indeed be a person who has worked in the army. My hurt to this team made him unhappy with me from the bottom of his heart, and if it weren't for John Bull's prestige, he probably wouldn't be interested in helping. However, I am not an ignorant person, and although I am not happy, I still promise to give me a certain amount of support.

After Dr. Nguyen Le left, I quickly went to this base, hoping to use their energy to monitor Dr. Nguyen Lê's security. Of course, I don't expect them to be able to do the protection work together.

I don't know if the Cult of Doomsday Shinrito knows about the NOG's stronghold in Paris, but from past experience, the NOG certainly wouldn't have set up only one stronghold in such a mixed city, nor would it put the guarantee of security on the naivety of the Shinrikyo Cult that didn't know its own stronghold. The actions of the Doomsday Shinrikyo in the big cities are no less than their actions in the remote towns, not to mention that the Doomsday Shinrikyo has the advantage of being the first mover. Before the NOG entered Paris, the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult may have encroached on the government departments here.

Therefore, camouflage of strongholds and separating multiple strongholds is a necessary choice, but it is not foolproof. However, since the establishment of the base, there have been no special circumstances.

In a rental building with an ordinary appearance and decoration, the person in charge received me. His appearance is not much different from that of Nightmare Las Vegas, but because he is no longer wearing a military uniform, but a cheap suit, he has a lot less ruffianism. He had a stinking face in his forties, and my presence made the air tense here. Aside from him, the other NOG members were newly recruited local electronic demon messengers, and their knowledge of the NOG was only superficial, and they didn't know exactly how the person in charge described me - he must have had relevant conversations with his subordinates - and the new members looked at me with unfriendly eyes, although not as strict as the "class enemy", but it was enough to give a sense of whether they would do their best to meet my commission.

"You can rest assured that we are professional and reputable." The self-proclaimed Ryder head snorted in a nasal voice, and he seemed to be sarcastic about me, but it wasn't all that obvious. As in the past, the layout of this stronghold is still centered on the "basement", and the mechanism that enters the basement is not responsible, but of course, it is made of "mysterious". If you don't use Mystery, you won't be able to find the entrance, and if you use Mystic incorrectly, you may be counterattacked with a certain intensity. I also believe that although the entrance is in this place, however. This is definitely not the only export.

In the past, the stronghold of the Cyberball has been raided by the enemy more than once, and in the city where the Doomsday Shinrikyo is preparing for a big operation, even the hyena troops of the Goat Guild can breach the stronghold, and I have encountered such a situation. Therefore, although the external security of the stronghold may not be so tight, there must be many retreat routes, and they are secretive enough.

We walked through a door, and when we came out, it was no longer the room behind the door under normal building structure. The walls are so thick that it is impossible to tell where you are from the details. The lights on the ceiling of the hallway kept flickering. It has a haunted house vibe, but there is no danger to intuition. The chain decision can only determine that the place where I am is underground cannot be determined, but it is certain that the vertical distance exceeds the normal observation distance of the chain decision - 50 meters.

The atmosphere here is a bit gloomy. Dusty walls, and flickering lights. It's not a scene that normal people like, and it feels more like a place where the mentally ill are imprisoned and studied. I really don't know why this stronghold is set up like this, but the person in charge, Ryder, has led me through several rooms, and the faint sounds and figures coming from the rooms seem to be spreading some not-so-beautiful information. As a result, people have all kinds of negative associations and make people feel that someone in it is doing something inhumane. However, in the chain decision, these rooms are actually empty, and there is not a single figure.

"What's in the room?" I asked Ryder directly. He looked at me in surprise. He replied, "Who knows, I didn't build it, I just used it." ”

"Can you tell me about it? The atmosphere here is not very good. "I'm still very direct.

"Oh, understandable." Ryder immediately understood what I was talking about, "However, I can only tell you that this stronghold was once a private psychiatric hospital, and after the mysterious spread, this psychiatric hospital was sold and we took over. Why take over, you ask? Of course I can sue you. Because at that time, our people found out that there were five electronic demon messengers in this mental hospital, and their power was so closely related to this mental hospital that there was an amplification effect between their powers-then, we bought it and used it as a stronghold, although not many people liked the strange atmosphere. ”

"But it's worth more than the weird atmosphere. Is that right? I said.

"Of course." Ryder casually responded.

"Each room is a stronghold, but unless there is a special way to open it, people who are not in this room will only see an empty room and some bad illusions, right?" I put out the intuitive thoughts that came to my mind: "The real orientation of the strongholds arranged in the major cities is not in the city, but in this mental hospital, with these rooms as the main body?" ”

Ryder stared at me in disbelief, as if I had been right. However, Ryder did not evaluate right or wrong, and only led the way in silence, presumably to the room used by the Paris stronghold. Behind me, there was a screeching sound of the door opening, and I stopped and turned back, but I couldn't see a figure, but when I turned back again, there was still a long way in front of me, which had become the main entrance of a certain room, and where I was, from the back left, I couldn't see the end of the aisle.

As strange as the situation is, I'm no longer surprised by this kind of thing.

Ryder pulled out a bunch of keys from his pocket, the style of the keychain was very old, like in the old days, and it was strung with a long iron ring. As if he had forgotten which one it was, he counted them one by one, and it took him several seconds to determine - I felt that both the style of the keychain and his act of counting the keys were meaningful, perhaps an act of decoding, but the truth could not be determined - he used the key to unlock the door, pushed the door in, and I deliberately stayed outside, looking inside, and there was only darkness. Ryder's figure entering this is like melting into the darkness.

NOG's stronghold is unusual, but it's normal to be unusual. Without hesitation and fear, I stepped into the darkness. The darkness was only for a moment, like a curtain suddenly opened, and the light suddenly spread. It's another room, but the lighting is very stable and the décor is very modern, with warm and soft tones, very different from the atmosphere you feel outside. The second Las Vegas special operations team occult expert in charge of the Paris stronghold works here, and his mission has to do with his mystery, I think, that he monitors all of Paris, or rather, there's more.

Bulky, outdated televisions are piled up in the room, except for the TV, there are only snacks and paper coffee cups, and the whole room is filled with the smell of ionization, the smell of oil and coffee from snacks, and the air is very muddy. The woman staring at the TV was dressed as a decadent squatting house, with messy hair, lying on her side on the ground, munching on snacks, even if we entered, it didn't affect her movements. Her behavior is easily reminiscent of those fat and ugly women with nutritional imbalance, but although she only sees her back, it is undeniable that this figure is not bad.

"Apricots, people are coming." Ryder sat down unceremoniously, grabbed a bag of snacks and ate them.

The woman named Apricot seemed to freeze for two or three seconds before she came back to her senses, and her gaze turned to me was still a little dazed, and after a while, she said "oh, oh" a few times, as if she didn't know what to do to react. Scratching my messy hair with greasy hands, he asked me, "Fritters or coffee?" "It's nice that she didn't stare at me with the same unhappy eyes as Ryder. Although her image is unbearable, but only in terms of skin, face shape and figure, it is not so unsightly, if it is not for sportswear, the figure will probably be better.

Kyoko looks like she is in her twenties, but even if she looks like this, it is undeniable that she is a mysterious expert, and in this difficult journey into the world of repeaters, many mysterious experts have fallen behind and died, and she has survived to the present, in fact, proving her luck and ability. Like Ryder, she is also a Demonic Emringer, and has transformed into an electronic demon, however, Ryder has three, while she has only two, and both have Demonic Superpowers. Apricot is a genius who enlightens himself with superpowers, and Ryder, like me, is an ordinary person who forcibly opens up superpowers when the magic pattern is promoted.

"Coffee is fine." As I spoke, I sat on the ground as usual, took out a cigarette, and handed two to the two of them, neither Ryder nor Apricot refused, I also smoked one myself, the air here is already dirty enough, so it doesn't matter if it is dirty a little, anyway, in terms of the constitution of the Demon Pattern Emissary, it is not harmful at all. At least, I'm not clean.

"Ryder told me that you want us to keep that Dr. Nguyen Li safe." Apricot goes straight to the point.

"At least in Paris." I said, "I think there's already an insider's eye on her, although I don't know why." ”

"Well, we're all instinctual people." Apricot paused and said bluntly: "The whole of Paris, including the area of a hundred kilometers on the outskirts of the city, is my normal monitoring range. However, I don't have a lot of ability to interfere with the monitoring site, and if an emergency happens, you need Ryder's help. ”

I glanced at Ryder, who still had the same unhappy face, but, after a few seconds of silence, he agreed: "I'm a professional and can do my job." ”

I nodded, and without saying much, his face was a little better.

"So, let's see who is staring at Dr. Ruan Li." Kyoko said without much energy, "Mr. Takakawa, you go to the turntable." ”

"Which TV? Which one? I asked.

"Whatever." Kyoko's answer probably made me understand what was going on. Her ability is probably like the "divination" in the occult, and the targeted and precise capture requires certain factors of the relevant person as an introduction. Without asking why, I chose a well-placed antique black-and-white TV and turned the program knob a few times.

The next moment, the image on the TV screen fluctuated, and when it became clear again, it had changed from black and white to color. And Dr. Ruan Li appeared in the center of the picture, as if there was an invisible camera, following all the time. (To be continued......)