A manor, in a gloomy and rainy season, full of decay and decadence, looks like it has been abandoned for a long time and left untended by the outwards, but occasionally the light can be seen through the nailed windows, so I think there are still people living in it. Besides, no matter how old it is, it is still a large building, and there is no reason for the mental hospital to ignore it, unless there are many taboo incidents here, however, behind this mental hospital, there is not just a mysterious force, but multiple groups that contain each other. And before the infiltration of these mysterious organizations, there was no zài "mystery" in the normal society of this repeater world, and all the "mysteries" were concentrated into the "nightmare" by the Nazis with a strong and effective system to feed the monster hidden in the depths of the nightmare.

Under normal circumstances or not, the psychiatric hospital could not abandon the use of such a ready-made manor because of the desolation and unsightliness of the building itself. Obviously, such an environment is not suitable for normal people to live in, and it is generally not for normal hospital staff to live here, so the residents in it now should be a group of mentally ill people.

The exterior of the whole building gave me the impression that it was like the ward where I was currently living - the mentally ill were deliberately placed in such a place to be raised.

Speaking of which, after the psychiatric hospital was bought by Dallas, the new management policy seemed to favor more "freedom" for patients. The wooden house area is an example of this. Depending on the patient's condition, this restriction of "freedom" can also be seen in the area where the patient lives. There is no doubt that the manor in front of me looks worse than the ward I am in, and the patients in it. Presumably, in the course of the disease, it is also stricter than the patients in the ward.

From here, I felt a stronger sense of strangeness, and with it was likely to be a more dangerous situation. It's hard not to think about the mystery that has begun to permeate the surrounding area. The manor is still a qiē normal.

The gate of the manor was entwined with thick chains, and I could not unlock it with my bare hands, but there were people in the manor, and in the nearby grass, I found a warning sign that said "No Persons Entered". This qiē is implying something. Even so, I'll go in.

I threw down the warning sign. Although I wanted to find a weapon to take advantage of, the texture of this wooden sign was rotten and could not be used as a weapon at all, and when I threw it down, I hit a slightly larger stone. Suddenly it was torn apart. Suddenly, I heard a hallucinatory laugh, the laughter itself was not emotional, it was full of mechanical sense, but it made the cold feeling of the body after being wet by the rain sink into my heart. I calmly glanced at the fracture, where blood was dripping.

In the blink of an eye, the hallucinations were gone.

Whether it's in a post-apocalyptic fantasy or a hospital reality, it's full of ominousness, as if it's telling something. But it's inexplicable, and I have to combine some dark guesses to make the illusion of association, which has really come across a lot. In the past, I tried to figure out why. Trying to prove the truth of the hallucination, but until now, if I think about it, I haven't really cracked a hallucination, but only far-fetched some situations. At one point, I thought that hallucinations were a reflection of my own memories. But now he is hesitant to think about it.

Even, I'm skeptical. The memories, dreams, and hallucinations that flashed in the reality of the hospital were real. Either a distortion of what has happened, or simply a self-righteous fact.

In addition to the various strange situations surrounding the "river" and the "virus" at the moment, I am no longer sure which ones are true.

If you think about it this way, maybe even the things of Sakuya and Hachikage are different from what I, the "Takakawa", think. However, such a rational assumption is completely unacceptable to sensibility. In any case, I must believe that "Takakawa" was born with a mission to save them, and I have worked hard for them until now.

Only by believing in this way, and only by acting in this way, can we prove that my existence is meaningful.

These thoughts were only fleeting. Because I don't need such negative thoughts, even if I think like this for a while, I will never leave a trace in my heart. I have always spared no effort in adjusting my mentality. However, it is also an indisputable fact that I have become accustomed to hallucinations that arise from time to time.

Having come to this point, there is no need to be surprised and panic at these mysterious situations. There is no need to make a decision immediately based on some conjectures and speculations. These hallucinations may represent something, but, since I have never found sufficient evidence of their true meaning, it is enough to think of it as an everyday phenomenon, like a rainbow after rain, a complex seasoning in this harsh and difficult life.

For the time being, that's enough.

This is the most genuine thought I have had after all I have been through.

I swore that no matter how hard the truth is to find, no matter how harsh the truth, I will never give up hope.

In order to maintain hope, adjusting one's own psychology is a necessary means, and I will never be too harsh on myself for doing so.

I circled along the side of the fence and sure enough, I found some holes that people could get into. In fact, it is more convenient to use a quick sweep, and the decayed wooden fence, which is only one meter high, is itself impossible to prevent people with ulterior motives from entering and exiting.

The warning sign outside is just a warning sign.

Ordinary people would not wander around such a gloomy and remote place without knowing it.

I think that if it were me, I would never have made a lot of effort to renovate this place into a more claustrophobic space, and the smell of "no one is close" is already very strong at this time.

Even so, I still didn't use any "mysterious" powers.

It's like an ordinary person, getting into it, walking with both feet, observing with your eyes, and perceiving with a certain range of interlocking judgments. I don't know if that makes sense. I reflected, but in the end I adopted this method, as if there was some kind of unpredictable emotion and thought that made me choose to act like a normal person.

Why am I doing this? A lot of the time, I don't have an accurate answer. But since it's a natural action, it can't be wrong.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this natural "waste" and unexplained "self-limitation" that I have become more abnormal after entering the manor in an ordinary way.

The air that burrows into the nasal passages appears viscous, but it is definitely not because of the rain. Deserted lawn. What came out of it was not the natural smell of grass and earth, but the feeling of a corpse rotting, which made me feel that the ground was soft under my feet. A large number of corpses were newly buried. I paused before I lifted my feet and walked to the main entrance of the manor.

In the rain, the lights in the manor quickly faded away, giving me a deliberate feeling because they were too much in line with the timing and rhythm. It's like the person inside knows that an outsider is approaching, so he puts out the lights with some kind of mentality.

I put my hand on the door and tried to exert a little strength. The gate was not closed. Although it was a little clunky and sluggish, it creaked and opened a gap. There was another eerie laugh in my ears, as if to say to me: It's too late to leave. But as a mystical expert. I don't know how many times I have encountered this obvious provocation.

Unmoved by this, I pushed open the front door.

Directly in front of me, in the hall, was an old man in a wheelchair. He tilted his head, as if all the bones in his body had been sucked away, and his facial features were also distorted. When they saw me, they immediately burst out laughing – I heard it. The eerie laughter he heard outside the door was his own. But. His eyes and expressions, though odd, didn't make me feel targeted. Ordinary people may be shocked and think that there is something wrong with this old man, but indeed, of course he has a problem, he is a mental patient.

To me, he was like a gramophone, just sitting quietly in a wheelchair, smiling at the front door, but not making any more dangerous movements at all. It's quirky, but it's perfectly fine to put it on a psycho.

I ignored him and let him continue to laugh eerily behind his back. He doesn't seem to have a problem, but the problem is still there. The ground in front of me had been covered with a layer of ash at some point, outlining an arrow-shaped pattern, as if under the influence of some will, indicating the route.

Then, as soon as the wind entered, the ashes began to deform, loose, and float in the air, mixed with sparks.

There is something dangerous, mysterious and conscious about this manor.

The chain judgment did not perceive the ashes symbol and the existence of this gloomy old man in advance.

The door slammed shut behind me, and I glanced back. There is nothing more special than that.

The same old candlesticks are used for lighting. Instead of rushing to explore, I took a detour to the candlestick and lit all the candles and oil lamps that could be lit. When the interior was lit up, the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere was immediately alleviated.

I grabbed an iron candlestick, enough to use as a spear. Only then did he cautiously search every corner of the hall. Once you've made sure you don't have any gains, follow the direction the ash symbol points towards.

As I went upstairs, there were strange things that looked like words and patterns, spreading along the cracks in the walls, the most conspicuous of which was still the arrow pattern.

I had a hunch that someone was waiting for me.

I went up to the second floor, and after a few steps, I smelled a strong smell of blood. I followed the smell to a half-open door, and stood in silence for three seconds when I heard a cry coming from inside, full of tragic rendering.

I deliberately knocked on the door before I walked in.

In the corner of the room was a squatting woman, her head splitting and sobbing. As soon as I saw her, I knew that this was another mental patient.

She ignored me, as if she didn't even notice me as a person, and just cried to herself. Why exactly are they crying, I don't want to know, because mentally ill people tend to give jaw-dropping reasons.

The woman didn't look threatening either.

However, the sense of abnormality that pervades this manor is even stronger, and with it, there is a sense of danger that is getting closer and closer.

I also feel a different feeling when I see my elongated shadow swaying in the candlelight.

Like the wheelchair man, I didn't ask the woman and just walked out.

Afterwards. Written on the ground in ashes: Why don't you look at her face?

"Because it's not necessary." I replied cautiously.

The ashes of Mars were blown in, and a strange wind blew them away.

"Actually, you should have seen her." A voice came from the staircase opposite. I looked over and saw Father Edward calmly descending the stairs.

I'm not surprised he's here. Even if I don't know when I will meet him, but at the time and place when and where "Paradise" will be born. At any time, you may encounter this former Doomsday Shinrito priest who is not present. On the other hand, it is even more surprising that he has avoided me for so long, and he has not been on the road at such a time.

"You remodeled this place?" I asked. The sense of anomality in this manor is so strong, but it is by no means a temporary hedging space.

"Do you know what's going to happen next? Mr. Takakawa. Father Edward did not answer me, but asked rhetorically.

"I don't need you to popularize the general trend of the world." I said cautiously.

There are no weapons to take advantage of. Although I won't lose, I still think it's definitely a fool's choice to go to war with him here. Of course, the fourth-level demonic emissary is powerful, but. The wizarding tricks of the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the saya techniques of Father Edward will never be easy to match.

After a pause, there was a wordless stalemate between us. After a while, Father Edward said, "Let's cooperate." ”

"What do you want?" I asked calmly.

"There's something I can't get out of my way and I hope you can take it into the nightmare of the patients." Father Edward said this, spreading his palm, revealing a small gray-black object. It looked like matter, but I knew immediately that it wasn't material. Nor is it a fully conscious thing. This is the Mysterious Seed, a strange thing that can give birth to a "mysterious" one that can give rise to ordinary people.

"Why should I help you?" I didn't stretch out my hand, but asked, "You and I both know that implanting it won't end very well, and it will be very troublesome to pull it out." Other than that, Marceau's thing. You have to give me an accurate explanation. You and I haven't done our last deal yet, have we? ”

"Looks like you've been in a nightmare." Father Edward nodded. There was no expression of surprise. Obviously, he was concerned about the hospital giving us the new medicine for the mentally ill. and the effect of the new drug, it is indeed understood, and this just proves that these people do interfere with the effect of the new drug. This qiē is all for the nightmare world and the arrangement in it.

However, even if Father Edward had asked for help, I was not sure if he really "couldn't get out" or if it was just a temptation. These small movements, just from his superficial behavior and expression, are completely impossible to judge. In a person like him, even if I can make a psychological judgment, I will never fully trust the result of the judgment.

I didn't take his words, I just waited for his successor.

Sure enough, he continued: "You've already met Marceau. Why do you want to say that the deal didn't go through? He stared at me with a scrutinizing feeling: "You really don't remember?" What happened in three days...... I really didn't think this drug would have such an effect on your memory. But it seems, there are no side effects other than memory. ”

Listening to his tone, it seems that like Dr. Nguyen Li, he knows something about the three days I lost. In this way, it can also be judged that I am indeed in the observation of others, in the time and time of this repeater world, and not that I suddenly "jump to three days later", and this repeater world "makes up for the skipped three days".

"Yes, for me, it was just a moment." I said, "I was in nightmare Las Vegas for those three days." "I don't think there's any need to lie in this matter, because I don't think it's a situation that can be used as a lever, and what Father Edward is doing is not the most direct source of threat relative to the current situation. On the contrary, the hostility of Area 51 is even greater.

"Nightmare Las Vegas...... I heard that District 51 overturned the whole scene? Father Edward asked, he really didn't seem to know much about it.

"By the time I left, they had the upper hand. You should know the abilities of the Black Smoke Face, after all, its characteristics are similar to Saya's, aren't they? I said calmly, "That's what you expected to see, and that's why you gave them some of your Saya skills, isn't it?" ”

"Yes. However, they seem to be doing better than I expected. Father Edward smiled disapprovingly, "It's not the same with repeaters, is it?" ”

"I know what you're going to do." I said, "The new medicine you put on your patients will lead people into a unified nightmare, and in this repeater, the nightmare is the meeting point of the 'mystery'. With such a nightmare as different from the nightmare of Las Vegas, you can do something more conveniently and freely. ”

"Yes, as you can imagine, this is a plan that everyone tacitly pushes." Father Edward smiled, "I'm just a little bit of effort, and it's impossible for a lone wanderer like me to complete this huge project on my own...... We all know that there is a monster in the depths of Nightmare Las Vegas, and there is a final weapon that can control that monster. That's a common enemy. You see, under the threat of such a monster, even the Doomsday Shinrikyo and NOG can be united, and the damage and inherent prejudices caused by Area 51 can also be put aside for the time being, and all the ideas of fishing for profit can also be put aside. So...... You know. He shrugged.

What he was hinting at, of course I knew. The plan tacitly promoted by all parties is definitely not something that I can destroy alone, and the victims that will arise in the whole plan have been approved by default. This is not a righteous plan, and none of the people involved in it will have childish and pale thoughts. It's not "something that you didn't think through, but you had to do", but "something that you thought through and pushed together".

Even so, I still don't think it's something that fits its own aesthetics and can be ignored. I don't think I can be as calm as everyone else when I see the tragic outcome in my nightmares. I know that my sensibility is abundant, and all rationality is just for the sensibility not to overflow, but I am indeed a person who relies more on emotional action.

I felt that I would interfere with this plan. And what I am doing now, and what I want to say, has already been reflected. I also felt that Father Edward had seen it and warned me in a tactful way.

Yes, this is a warning.

They knew that this tacit plan was unstoppable, but they didn't want to cause more trouble on the way.

"What do you want me to say?" I raised my wrist so that he could clearly see the fourth-level magic pattern, which was also a warning: "The new medicine has affected me. Do you think this is a permissible error? ”

"Maybe." Father Edward's expression was a little tense, and he said, "Perhaps, just to prove that you are different from other patients?" Of all the routine patients, you are also the most special. ”

I see, they have done their observations and comparisons with me. I don't care about it, but it proves that they also know a lot about Marceau's situation.

"Not everyone can enter that nightmare." Father Edward pondered and revealed this message to me: "Not everyone who takes a new medicine will survive and move freely in nightmares with a strong will. The research on new drugs at the symposium was not entirely based on our ideas. ”

"In other words, it is true that more than seven patients have been given new drugs." I say.

"Isn't that obvious?" Father Edward spread his hands, "But who will succeed, who will be free in the nightmare, and who will be liberated in the nightmare, is not something for any one of us here to decide. It's about the patients themselves, but it's also about some of the more complex causes. ”

"Really?" I didn't speak because, I know, it's lying. This plan, which was tacitly promoted by the tacit agreement of most of the forces, had an extremely subtle "ritual", and I saw the altar, and even if it had not yet been activated, I could intuitively feel that it was a sacrificial ritual.

But to be clear here, it's useless.

"Let's talk about Marceau." (To be continued)