The "interlocutor" is a very strange consciousness walker, and I never imagined that I would meet such a person in the apocalyptic illusion and tell me that he could talk to him. However, due to my understanding of "virus" and "river", I am still unsure whether the "it" that I am talking to is a "virus" and "river". In my understanding, there is no such thing as a thinking person, or even any life outside of a person, that can communicate and communicate with things outside the mind, and the so-called "conversation" must have limitations. Although it is impossible to know what the "interlocutor" has talked to and what kind of information he has obtained from the conversation, I am afraid that this kind of "conversation" has brought great mental and mental damage to the "interlocutor", and this kind of damage will be more manifested as a kind of erosion, madness and distortion.

I am afraid that the "interlocutor" who appeared in front of me and the "interlocutor" who talked to "it" before conflating it. Now this "interlocutor" does not reveal what he wants to do, but he must also interfere in the current mysterious events of the Peninsula Mental Hospital, and even the apocalyptic process of this repeater. He has a saying, which I very much agree with, that people will behave accordingly according to the information at hand, and that his conversation with me will make me have many associations and guide my actions, which is different from the situation of "not talking to him", but in the same way, he himself who has talked to some terrible existence called "it" will of course have a change in behavior because of that conversation.

He interfered with me with his ability to walk with his consciousness, but wasn't he himself interfered with by that "it"? Since "it" interfered with him, and he interfered with me, then, can it be directly considered. Is "it" interfering with me?

If "it" is a "virus", or a manifestation of "virus" in this world, a mapping. So, can it be seen that the "virus" is taking a circuitous route. to try to influence me?

However, what exactly is "it" and what exactly is trying to interfere with my behavior, the probability that this "it" is "Jiang" is less than ten percent in my judgment. "Jiang" is in my body, in my soul, in my spirit, when the "interlocutor" talks to me. The information revealed hinted to me that he did feel the existence of the "river" in me, but on the other hand, the obvious tendency in the conversation to think that "stopping the end is just futile" made me think that he was confusing "river" with "virus".

What he gained from talking to "it" was to "it" and to the apocalyptic illusion. Even the various cognitions of what has happened are very close to the color system and Dorothy. Well, his actions and purposes. It's also close to the color system and Dorothy's plan.

Is it intended to erode me? I thought so.

The wooden house in front of me has been completely destroyed, but it has not affected the other wooden houses in the surrounding area, and in the chain judgment, I can't sense that there are other people who are still alive. I'm not sure that all the people here are dead, and the "mysteries" of the occult experts are diverse and eerie, and even if they are chopped into pieces, they do not mean that they have been severely damaged. Ordinary physical attacks are not as effective as many mysterious experts think. And the so-called mortal weakness of the human body will also be under the power of "mystery". become unreliable.

What's more, this is not "reality". It's just a "nightmare". For occult experts, even if they are not consciousness walkers, they will have enough experience and methods to deal with their "death" in this "nightmare", so that they can suffer as little damage as possible, and it is difficult to threaten their own lives.

I had to think of these attackers as "alive", and at this time there was no longer a sense of their activity, only that they had "left".

There were bodies crushed under the rubble, and the first thing I identified was the remains of the "interlocutor", whose blood and most of the flesh and bones were wiped out in the explosion, but the head was still intact. The attackers who had tried to take the head had been killed in the rush. However, even if this is not a "nightmare", assuming that the body of the "interlocutor" is completely shattered, it probably does not have much effect on the "interlocutor".

As a consciousness walker, the "interlocutor" has already demonstrated his terrifying abilities in previous illusionary conversations. He had a more direct connection with my consciousness in ways I didn't understand. He appeared in front of my eyes in a hallucinatory way, and I thought he was trying to erode my consciousness.

I can't understand it, so I can't get rid of it on my own. This kind of power of interference consciousness must require a variety of prerequisites for a fourth-level demonic emissary like me to be successfully exerted. From this point of view, from the moment he encountered, all kinds of things encountered were probably to complete these preconditions.

Even if I started all over again, I didn't think I could stop the "interlocutor" from doing something, because I didn't know anything about his mystery.

However, since he thinks that "Jiang" is the "virus", the "it" that he talks to, then this cognitive deviation will definitely make all actions based on this cognitive failure.

Because, I believe, "river" and "virus" are different. And no matter what the "river" is, it will definitely guard me and watch me until the final day comes. Even if my plan fails, all the good, the ugly, the right, the wrong, the dreaming and the resisting will be gone in the end of the apocalypse.

Compared to this worst, apocalyptic ending, what is the erosion of a mere "talker"?

I did not hesitate, nor did I have any fear, nor was I annoyed by the strangeness of the enemy, nor was I deterred by the strength of the enemy—the voice of the heart spoke in my ear. The lake in front of the pier was rippling, and the waves left by the aftermath of the battle on the wide lake had subsided, just as in my heart.

I walked to the rest of the cabins.

Although these people have the identity of NOG, under the intervention of such an anomalous person as "interlocutor", I am afraid that they have begun to deteriorate, and they can no longer use the understanding of NOG in the past to apply to them. In this way, they are regarded as independent parties. It should be more appropriate.

They are dressed in the skin of a nog, however, thoughts, behaviors, and goals. It should be different from the goals of the members of the various organizations that make up the NOG team. It also means when they are their own people. And the two people who stepped into this trap, the third-level demonic messenger boy, and the torchlight are probably not living well, and they have even been killed.

I want to confirm their situation, which is not objectively necessary, but simply because we have been with us for a short time, even if it is really short, and everyone hides themselves. It's like wearing layers upon layers of masks.

Even so, I don't think it's okay to turn around and walk away. Maybe they're still alive, maybe they're still alive in the hut, and if I leave here, they're really dead. It doesn't matter if they have bad intentions, if they want to use me to achieve some purpose that will hurt me, the truth under their cover. I don't think I can rely solely on this malicious suspicion. Refuse to try to save them.

I do not deny that they may become my enemies in the future, but at least at this time, we are companions.

Heroes don't leave their companions behind.

I'm not a hero, and I can't be a hero, but I'm sure I still have this unrealistic dream. And, even if you are hit by the cruel reality. There will be no regrets.

When I decided, I went to a different cabin. When I looked for a connector, I was even more sure of my idea.

I definitely don't regret trying to find them at this point and help them with their ideas and decisions.

Before opening the door, I used chain determination to sense the situation inside, and there was no particularly obvious life activity, so it was difficult to judge what the trap was. Even so, I pushed open the door and searched around the cabin thoroughly.

In addition to the destroyed wooden house, I searched for the third wooden house until I found the clue. Although it looks the same as other wooden houses, and you can't observe any special places just by standing outside the door, you can detect the abnormality of the fireplace when you walk in and feel the layout of the room from a closer distance.

The power of the magic pattern is contained by the hunter's seal in this nightmare, but the intuition of the occult expert can still work well, and because it is a world of consciousness, it is in a nightmare, so sometimes it feels that intuition is more useful.

It's not perceptible to just look at the fireplace, but combined with the structure and layout of the entire wooden house, even if you can't find the hidden switches like the big detectives who are good at finding details in the novel, you can feel the sense of disobedience directly through guò intuition. I drew my long knife and, with the force of a swift sweep, destroyed the fireplace and surrounding objects.

Beneath the shattered fireplace, the floor caved downward. With a rumbling sound, a long staircase appeared in front of him.

At the part of the staircase near the entrance, the candles used for lighting were extinguished by the strong wind, and the road behind was still bright, but the smell of suffocation and rancid smell made people not want to go deeper. I smelled blood, rancid smell mixed with the smell of embalming. Both the smell and the layout make people feel that this is not a kind place.

The stairs are straight, allowing only two people to walk side by side, and the vertical distance between the end and the ground is about twenty meters. In front of him is a heavy iron door, the door is full of strange graffiti, even if you can't understand what is drawn, you can feel it, it expresses some gloomy and crazy negative feelings, not at all normal people can draw.

I drew my long knife and slashed open the iron door.

As the shattered door panel slid down, I saw many corpses—men and women, some whole, some incomplete, some as if they had just died, some decomposing maggots, but judging by the recognizable ages, they were all in the age range of twenty and forty. These dead people, judging by the remnants of clothing, also have different identities. The most are wearing patient uniforms, while a small number of others are wearing military uniforms, ordinary people's dresses, and there are also some strange dresses.

I found my acquaintance, Turner of the Torchlight, a pale young man who had half of his face peeled off, like a victim who had been tortured by the perverted murderers in the movie, who had been tortured in many places, and it seemed that it was not just tortured, but someone was having fun with this torture. If it weren't for the fact that we hadn't been separated for a long time, I'm afraid it would have taken me more time to recognize the identity of this corpse. He was noticed because he was fastened to an X-shaped wooden frame, his hands and feet were pierced by huge rusty nails, and he was also conspicuous among the many corpses.

Turner's fate makes me a little worried about the others. Among the rest of the people, Connector and Anna are both women, and the third-level Demon Emissary Boy is not yet an adult. In my mind, women and children are always a little more special than adult men when faced with the same dangers.

Behind this hellish room, there is also a door, which is not locked. I pushed the door in, and the air inside became a little muddy again, but in addition to the stench of rot and blood from the corpses, the stench of feces was stronger, and it made people subconsciously feel more alive. When I walked in, there was a noticeable noise. In front of him was a row of cages, fist-thick iron bars that looked solid, but not a desperate place to be held for a mystery.

If the person I'm looking for is here, it's definitely not these visible cages that are preventing them from leaving.

I walked over the cage and examined the people inside—they were still alive, men and women, one for one person, some for several people, but few would react when they saw me. And the people who react are not excited at all, they don't shake the cage so hard as in the movie, their eyes are completely hollow, which makes people feel very uncomfortable, they can't help but think of some terrible tortures, and subconsciously resist imagining them.

Their will, it seems, is completely destroyed. The state of life in the cage is extremely poor, and their curled bodies, although they still have the breath of life, are like living pieces of meat. Some of the women were stripped naked, and their bodies seemed to be cleaned, without too many scars, and they did not look weak and emaciated, but their expressions were also blank, as if they had completely lost hope of survival, and even if they looked at me, I could not see any desire to leave in their eyes.

I don't know what happened to these people, but I felt like I had to do something. At the same time, I also hope that just this little time of separation will not let the jointers and them also suffer this kind of tragedy, but there is a lesson from Turner, which makes people feel uneasy. (To be continued)