Dr. Ruan Li smiled gently, put his hand on the top of my head and rubbed it, "No matter when the world is ruined, human beings can only do what they can do, Ah Chuan, can you understand?" This limitation is the reason for the birth of philosophy. But it is precisely because of this that philosophy has become the only thing that, in the sense, can break through the limitations of human beings themselves. People use thinking and imagination to try to transcend the world, not to act. So, even if you put the things you can't bear and the problems you can't solve, put them on the end of the world, and then look at yourself from a philosophical perspective. ”

"Isn't that the case with the mentally ill in general?" I say.

"No, mentally ill people in general don't study psychology and don't think about philosophy." Dr. Nguyen Le said, "You are the only person I know who has tried to look at the end of the world from a philosophical perspective. Ah Chuan, I think that if it is really possible to save the world, the opportunity may be in you. Because, in fact, other disciplines have been proven to be ineffective against the end of the world, because what we have to face is a situation that is conceptually beyond scientific cognition, and probably only philosophy can also have this transcendence. ”

"However, I don't know much about philosophy." I can't help but say.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Dr. Nguyen Li hugged me vigorously and said, "The definition of philosophy has always been controversial, and there has never been a 'half-understood' term. It determines how you approach your life, and conversely, your attitude towards life is based on philosophy. Perhaps, it makes you look different, but that doesn't mean right or wrong, it's just. You're just living like this. And it seems to me that if what you are thinking now is beneficial to your treatment, then it is enough. Please believe in me, and then believe in yourself as I believe in you. ”

She stared into my eyes and asked again, "Do you believe me?" Achuan. ”

Yes. I believe in you, Dr. Nguyen Lê.

Dr. Nguyen Le gave me a gentle smile, she took the pen from my hand, put the notebook away, and said, "What you need most now is rest. With that, she pulled a vial of pills out of her pocket and placed it on the table. I glanced at the label, and the label was handwritten in foreign language, and the font style was handwritten by Dr. Ruan Li. As in the past, it is not an official drug sold on the market. Dr. Nguyen Lê's label is: Helps with sleep. Although the ingredients are unknown, it is probably a drug such as sleeping pills. I don't feel how serious my illness is, and even if I admit that I have a mental illness, I don't feel that it affects my daily life and interactions, but what about me in the eyes of others? At least in the eyes of Dr. Nguyen Li, my condition has reached the point of seriousness. Ordinary medicines have no effect at all. Just like right now, I don't feel like I need sleeping pills or anything like that to help me sleep. Although I think about it a lot, it has very little effect on sleep, and when I sleep, I don't feel affected by illness, except for nightmares from time to time. But those nightmares involving "mystery" are just like everyday life for me.

Even so, Dr. Nguyen Le still prepared medicine for me. Do I need medication and what kind of medication do I need? In making these judgments, she seems to follow a thinking circuit that is very different from mine. However, Dr. Nguyen Li has a reputation as an expert after all, so sometimes, even if I don't think it's necessary, I won't resist her in such a matter.

Dr. Nguyen Le asked me to lie down on the bed, turned around and poured a glass of water, and watched as I took all the medicine for the day. After I lay down, she pressed the blanket hard, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Good night, Ah Chuan." ”

Good night, Dr. Nguyen Lane.

I closed my eyes, and there was not nothing darkness under my eyes, but a layer of light, and there were flickers of indescribable color. I felt my body start to heat up, then it started to sink, and I suddenly felt like I was thinking of a lot of things, but I couldn't say anything when I had to actually say what it was. I began to feel that I was still awake and not asleep, but the feeling of sinking did not change at all, and the qiē around my body seemed to be spinning. And I just stood there silently, doing nothing.

I don't know how long it has been, but a sea of flowers has bloomed under my feet. The flowers are white, delicate and light, and when blown by the wind, the petals scatter and fill the void in all directions like flying flotsam. The darkness, I don't know when, has faded.

I walked aimlessly, and I could hear it, bubbles popping up, and it didn't take long for it to become many. What was flowing in these bubbles was like looking at a marquee, and when I tried to figure out when I saw it, the memory became blurry again. When I reached out and touched the bubbles, I thought they would shatter, but I couldn't touch them at all. It's like an illusory existence that passes through my hand.

This world ......

I see these things......

I thought about it a lot, but I didn't know what I was thinking. However, I didn't feel the slightest sense of surprise at this qiē.

I'm looking for ......

What am I looking for?

I would like to confirm......

What do I want to confirm?

There is a name that I want to say, but there is an invisible diaphragm that prevents me from remembering that name, preventing me from saying that name, like a fish bone in my throat, which is very uncomfortable.

I felt that it couldn't go on like this, and that name had to be said because it was important.

My Plans...... It can't be done without it.

Even if he becomes a super Takakawa who can observe all the real sides, he still doesn't have the power to reverse the apocalyptic process that is going on on all the real sides. Observing, and interfering, is not a level of behavior.

To become a super high river, is to observe and then confirm its storage zài. Through guò observation, I lock it into the way in which I can observe the real thing.

"Jiang......" I made a hoarse voice that startled even myself, like a crow chirping.

Suddenly, something was felt behind me. Before I could turn my head, I felt a slight tingling on my cheeks, and only a strand of dark hair caught glimpse out of the corner of my eye, which seemed to be magnified several times under a microscope when I looked more intently. As you can see, it's not the cells that make up the hair, but the eyes.

Dense, somewhat scary, instinctively giving birth to discomfort, and with it. It's a deep fear. It is as if the genes that have been passed down from the moment of the birth of life have buried and fermented this fear, and then suddenly awakened at this moment.

It's a nightmare. I think.

I can't move my hands or feet.

Hair is made up of countless crimson eyes, but the overall appearance is as black as a shiny color.

Although the body is full of fear, I emotionally think for the first time that it is a woman's long hair.

I know who it is.

It was standing right behind me. And I couldn't turn around to look at it. It was as if instinct was screaming frantically to stop me from doing that. I am reminded of a story: in the occult, a story about evil spirits and hell. People are walking on the path of separating the living and the dead, warned not to look back, whatever happens.

The current situation seems to cater to this kind of story, as if it is also a warning to me: no matter what happens, don't look back.

Like, yes. This is the moment, for myself. It is the boundary between "this side" and "that side", and whether it is on this side or to that side will be decided with just a turning back.

However, although I was afraid, I also thought of many stories of bad endings. But as for whether to turn back, there is no resistance.

"Achuan." I heard a voice behind me and turned my head abruptly.

For a moment, I saw a silhouette, like a bubble. It was fleeting, but that figure was very familiar to me. Because that's a very important lover to me.

However, even if you turn your head, nothing happens. I don't know if it's disappointment.

At this moment, the voice of someone calling me became clear: "Ah Chuan." The surrounding sea of flowers disappeared at this sound, and in its place was a corner of the city that was very modern but decadent. The sky, the ground, the buildings, and even the shadows seem to be covered with a layer of gray powder, which seems not so real.

Nightmare Las Vegas? Although it is not a familiar corner, the architectural style and familiar feeling of this place made me wake up immediately. Although the events that happened before are vivid, there is no longer such a personal situation.

"Achuan!" The voice rang out again, and the man pushed me, and I saw her.

"Gregia?" I say.

"What are you guilty of?" Dressed as a cowboy, Gregoya was carrying a heavy revolver and looked at me in some surprise, "Did something happen?" ”

"Ah...... No...... No. I shook my head, but I couldn't say that there was no surprise, anyway, when I got on the bus, I hadn't been in Nightmare Las Vegas. I didn't understand what was going on, but I thought I wouldn't be in Nightmare Las Vegas again so soon before the workshop was over.

"How did you get here?" I asked Gregia, and the last time we were in contact, she told me that all the members of the Whisperers' peripheral intelligence organization, the "Makushita Lover", were doing their job as intelligence brokers. Specifically, I prefer to cooperate with the Cyber Ball part represented by John Bull. However, they will also trade with their chosen clients. When it comes to making contact with the net ball, it feels like John Bull will be more proactive.

The members of "Makushita Lover" are not outstanding in terms of "mystery", but with the cooperation tendency of the cyberball, their activity is increasing day by day. I think this change is a bit dangerous, but the "Lovers Under the Scenes" are just a new mysterious organization affiliated with the "Whisperers", and they don't have a relationship with the Whisperers to forcibly decide on their actions, so except for Grega, who saved her life, the other members have a strong sense of autonomy.

I don't usually pay much attention to their activities, and after they cooperated with Cyberball, it was inevitable that intelligence would gradually become homogeneous with Cyberball. As a whisperer, they don't really have any special task as tentacles for their actions overseas, but they only need to be there and have a certain amount of activity. The current situation can be regarded as normal.

However, when I met Gregia in this situation, I always felt as if something was going to happen, or. The way it has happened.

"Why? Don't you know? Instead, Gregoria said to me in surprise, "Last night, the three meeting sites were attacked by the Face of Black Smoke, and two-thirds of the electronic demon messengers who stayed there were killed or wounded. There's chaos everywhere right now, and we've been contacting you, but, the whisperer said. You're on a business trip...... Even if you're on a business trip, you're going to have to get here, right? She looked at me suspiciously for a while, and then said, "Anyway, because I suddenly couldn't contact you here, I came out to look for you." What are you doing? ”

I think she may have wondered if it wasn't because I hadn't logged into Nightmare Las Vegas before.

"I just came in." I didn't hide anything. "I didn't even come here before." =

"I see." Gregoya replied cheerfully, but then came to her senses and couldn't help but freeze her expression, "Wait, you mean." We can't find you because you're not in Nightmare Las Vegas at all. Can you avoid entering this place? ”

"Yes." I smiled and said, "Because I'm not an electronic demon messenger anymore." ”

Gregoria looked a little confused, and she pressed her forehead. Say, "Wait, let me think." You're not an electronic demon messenger for a long time? Not an electronic demon messenger. But you can get in and out of this place? ”

"Probably because I used to be an electronic demon messenger." I say.

"Incomprehensible." Gregoria shook her head vigorously, "Still, that's fine. Something so big has happened, and now there's chaos in Nightmare Las Vegas, and everyone's nerves are tense. I think the atmosphere is a little wrong. However, if you want to find John Bull, those guys are all missing. ”

"Didn't you open a bar in our assembly area?" I asked rhetorically.

"Except for the store manager, none of the people in NOG can be contacted." As if she understood something, Gregoria said to herself, "I see. Did they just not enter Nightmare Las Vegas too? Then he looked me in the eye and said, "I've tried asking Whisperer HQ for real-life contacts, but, you know, it's closed. ”

"Of course, we can't just give away John Bull's information." I nodded knowingly, "After all, you're only attached to the Whisperers, not part of them. ”

"Anyway, when something so big happened, there was no master who could take an idea, and I always felt that I couldn't put my mind at ease." Gregoa said, "But, I guess that's what I think, everyone else can live as they should." ”

"You don't get along well with them?" I couldn't help but ask.

"It's not bad, it's just, it's not very good." Gregia replied, "It's like starting a business together, and after getting on the right track, the partners' minds are no longer aligned. To be honest, I wish I could follow the advice of experienced people, but others seem to be more self-motivated. They believe that the current state of chaos, and the lack of anyone else to consult, is the time to test their ability to be independent. Her words were a bit tactful, but I understood what she meant.

However, such a development has long been expected. The "Lovers of the Shadows" will break away from the whisperers and become an independent mysterious organization, as can be seen from its very first definition and activities. However, neither I nor the whisperers cared. The reason why they were needed was originally just to avoid all the intelligence lines being on the side of the NOG. Now, the internal contradictions of NOG are not so optimistic, and John Bull's range of activities is becoming more and more extensive, and the role of the "lover under the scenes" is only to "show the whisperer's sense of existence in Europe and the United States".

The "Black Smoke Face Attack" that Gregoria was so concerned about before is likely to be a fuse for all the contradictions to erupt together - its effects have continued to the present, and there may be follow-ups.

"Well, the situation is now: the face of black smoke has attacked the meeting place, causing a large number of casualties, and the people who were responsible for maintaining order have either been killed or retreated. Is that so? I asked again.

"That's right." Gregoria nodded vigorously, her brows furrowed, looking very worried. Indeed, because under normal circumstances, it is inevitable that the electronic demon messenger will enter Nightmare Las Vegas, if the situation here continues to deteriorate, and even evolves into a chaotic battlefield that affects all areas, it must not be what people like her expect. Because the initial attack, carried out by the face of black smoke, and. Given the number of casualties, the attack must have been a success, and the strength and behavioral tendencies it displayed were frightening.

And the maker of the face of black smoke is the 51st District, which once cooperated with NOG.

Area 51 has already begun to move, and the movement is somewhat unexpectedly swift. It feels more like the style of the Nazi Blitzkrieg. Two days ago, however, it gave people the impression that they were not ready.

As for the disconnection of other NOG members such as John Bull, I think it is not only related to the actions of Area 51, but also because of the mysterious incident at the bus rest point. In a situation that I could not observe, the people of the NOG collided with the people of the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Nazis and other occult organizations. Afterwards. And therefore "incapable" to deal with the Black Smoke Face incident?

After all, the situation at that time, John Bull also said that the "limited wish" involving the Doomsday Shinrikyo was inevitable, so it could only be used well.

Judging by Gregia's description, there was chaos in Nightmare Las Vegas at this time. However, for us, the invaders. It is precisely because everyone else has "disappeared" that the sense of existence in District 51 is even more prominent, and the situation on the surface is also very clear - District 51 must be the first bird.

And their ultimate goal, and the easiest to identify, is as John Bull said - their determination to get this Las Vegas repeater is stronger than any other force. And of all the forces that really want to get the repeater, it is also the most powerful one. Instead, other NOG member organizations, such as Cyberball, ostensibly claim to be a Las Vegas repeater. However, the attitude of how to be considered a "raider" is very vague. Capture, destroy, and obstruct others - the three most likely acts, because of the addition of the torchlight, its peculiar deviance and mystery, make the last one the most likely.

Now, the goals of the Cult of Doomsday Shinrito are clear, they don't really care about the Las Vegas Repeater itself, but have other goals.

And the information brought by Carmen also proves that the Nazis intend to abandon the Las Vegas repeater, and intend to sacrifice the entire repeater to cultivate the monsters and alienated right rivers in the depths of Nightmare Las Vegas.

Other occult groups, such as the Black Live, and individual actions, such as Father Edward, are less clear-sighted, but theoretically, they must have to wait for the right moment to take their prey from the mouths of large occult organizations such as Cyberball, Shinrikyo Doomsday, the Nazis, and Area 51.

Within the NOG, in addition to the Cyberball, there are other large organizations, such as the Torchlight and the Sunstrider, as well as medium-sized mysterious organizations that are larger than their own in terms of mobility, such as the Mercenary Guild. What will they do after the NOG is clearly divisive? Judging from the attitude given by John Bull, the Torchlight and the Sunstrider, because they had already communicated with each other beforehand, would still stand on the side of the net ball in order to maintain a thick group form. And the people of the Mercenary Guild, to be honest, have never communicated with me, but, judging by their style of action, they will definitely stick in like a sharp blade in the middle of the war. There are even people from the Asian mystical circle, after all, in the apocalyptic fantasy, the whisperer represents Asia and occupies a permanent seat in the NOG, but since the past, the Asian side has not been very involved in the affairs of Europe and the United States, and even if it involves something like a repeater this time, it will probably still maintain a constant bystander attitude.

"So, as long as Area 51 stops, the chaos will stop?" After my brief analysis, Gregia couldn't help but ask.

"Do you know the specifics of those who were attacked by the face of black smoke? Realistic. I asked rhetorically.

Gregoria was silent for a moment and said, "Disappeared, and, because a large part of them are residents of Las Vegas in reality, the sudden disappearance of these people has also caused a great impact in Las Vegas." Rumor has it that it was not a general disappearance, but rather that the corpses were taken away in an organized manner, and that the corpse collectors were able to locate the hiding places of these people very accurately, as if they were all watching them. ”

"In this attack, the dead were all pre-selected." I think that's the only way to explain it.

"How is that possible!" Gregoa's face was full of horror: "We did a good job with our intelligence. Moreover, what are they going to do if they want so many corpses, and moreover, they still take the corpses in a targeted manner? ”

"Anyway...... In the meantime, it's best to stay in the bar if you're online. The people of District 51 are not going to run into the NOG bar and commit trouble now. I said, "I still have some things to take care of, and I don't necessarily have to take care of the situation here." (To be continued......)