I told Mitsui Tsukao about my thoughts and tried to influence their judgment with words. Under normal circumstances, the psychological knowledge and life experience of the three of them must be able to avoid the influence of words. But now they don't have much choice, and the pressure of the environment is almost beyond their psychological capacity. Faced with the dilemma that they could die at any time, the three of them have professional psychological adjustment capabilities, and the limit of what they can achieve is only the limit of ordinary people.

I judged that there was an 80 percent chance that I would be able to influence them. The actual situation is also developing as I thought. They didn't know much about Dr. Nguyen Lê's actual situation, most of it was hearsay, and the relationship along the way to the peninsula had a greater impact on them. I elaborated on Dr. Nguyen Li's strengths, but I did not hide the weaknesses, but simply relied on words to highlight the advantages. It's the simplest application of psychology, but it works as well as expected.

Although all three of them had been working for the seminar for a few days, their knowledge of the seminar was still superficial, and they were confused by the darkness within. It is true that the symposium is not a simple and righteous group of researchers, but from the perspective of ordinary people, it is not as cruel as they imagined, and its process is still only a scientific research organization that conducts some taboo research, and there are actually many such scientific research organizations in the normal world. Anyone who comes to this seminar should basically understand the characteristics of this kind of organization and should be prepared to bear it, but the problem is that they confuse the dark side of the mysterious organization with the seminar.

Actually, it seems to me that even if the three of them really continue to participate in the research of the symposium. If it weren't for Mitsukasu's luck and the sacrificial ritual, they would probably just be ordinary researchers, and it would be impossible for them to have direct contact with the mysterious organization. Sure enough, the source of the problem. Is it still a bias effect? I thought so.

Mitsukasuka's three people do have a lot of suspicions, but I don't think they have any bad intentions, and even if they have suspicions, they are at most being taken advantage of.

The three of them considered my mention, and there was silence in the living room. But I know that when they are silent, there is no reason to refuse. The more I think on the basis of the information I provide, the more I will come to the conclusion that I have told them. This is perfectly normal, and the effect of the words is also reflected in this place - not to let them follow the speaker's train of thought, but to let them come up with the logic that the speaker wants.

The "talkers" who judge NOG are better at this kind of thing, but, as others say, words can be used by anyone. The basic conditions are nothing more than some simple experience and psychological knowledge.

After a while, Mitsukasuka seemed to have made up his mind. Gritting his teeth, he said vigorously, "I'll go back with you." This is the only chance, since it is impossible to leave the peninsula. Even if you stay here, you won't really be safe. There will be no safe place on this peninsula, and if Dr. Nguyen Le can shelter us, it will be the best news. ”

The soothsayer and the fitness instructor glanced at each other and nodded silently. Say, "So do we." Then the three of them looked at each other, and then showed an embarrassed and bitter smile. They escaped the asylum to escape the darkness and survive, but now they do so for the same purpose. And having to go back, of course, doesn't feel good.

"When are you leaving?" I asked.

"After ten hours, we need to rest too. It's been a long time since we've had a good night's sleep. The fitness instructor looked tired, "Once you close your eyes, it's like you can't open them anymore." ”

I realized that the three of them were under more pressure than I had ever imagined. Their state is indeed not guaranteed their lives. Returning to the psychiatric hospital is not the end of the operation, but just the beginning. In a psychiatric hospital, more abnormalities and dangers await us. Even I can't guarantee when Dr. Nguyen Li will be contacted, and until then, we will have to solve every problem ourselves. Personally, I don't have any problems, but Mitsui Tsukao, fortune tellers, and fitness instructors are just ordinary people.

After the goal was set, the three of them immediately disbanded, each found a place to live, and lay down to sleep. They did not dare to separate and did not return to the bedroom. I looked out the window in the midst of a thunderstorm and used the chain verdict to make sure that the three of them were falling asleep. The cloudy sky was already difficult to distinguish between day and night, and the only tool that could judge the time was only clocks and watches. The events that happened in these times were like mountains, and the small events that seemed to be unrelated were connected by more clues one by one, just as pearls were strung into a necklace, formed into a specific ring-like shape, and then turned into shackles, tightly wrapped around the neck of everyone on this peninsula.

I looked at the clock, and it was the middle of the night, and I couldn't tell from the view outside the window. If you open the window, you can hear the sound of the rain in the distance, and without this large forest, you would be worried about whether it would cause a mudslide. At this time, the area near the lake may have been overflowed by the expanded water. From time to time, I would have images of cottages by the lake in my mind's eye—all just my hallucinations.

I felt as if I heard someone talking in the air, some blurry image outside the window, as if I was peeking into the villa, as if something ghostly was passing through the walls, and for a while, everything I saw inside the house was distorted—it was still just my hallucination.

Hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, as if they are some real things, and the distorted image becomes a bit terrifying, just like a curved mirror that distorts the mirror. I don't know how much I've experienced this situation in the past. If it were just a mental problem for patients with doomsday syndrome, it would be fine, but my situation seems to be a bit special, and the appearance of this hallucination is more like a problem of "Jiang".

I sat down across from Mae and leaned down slightly to grab her hands. Mae is like he can't feel anything. Godless eyes look like a bottomless abyss. She was still muttering things I didn't understand, but not entirely, sometimes she would mention me, but it sounded like she was in another world, talking to another me. It was as if she was reminiscing about the past. And these pasts, my identity in these pasts, are all things that I don't have any memory of. For her, those memories are beautiful, and she is like a mental patient, dwelling in the beauty that seems to be illusory.

I don't know if what she said in this neurotic chatter is really "Takakawa's" past, but it's clear. This past is different from everything I know. However, her feelings are sincere and even fanatical.

She laughed from time to time, and at such times, she was clearly there for me, but her mind seemed to float on the other side that I couldn't grasp.

There are also some words that seem to involve the multi-personification secret of "Jiang", and at this time, she seems to be sorting out the managers of the personality network. It seems strict and serious.

Mae is changeable and unpredictable. More of a psychopath than me. Even I don't know what's going on in her mental world. I sometimes think that maybe all my memories at this time are wrong, but something that Mae unconsciously reveals. It is the correct past of "Takakawa".

But that's just a thought.

This is because people who are not mentally deranged will not regard everything they have experienced and understood from them as illusory. Instead, take the babbling of a mentally ill person as true.

The only thing that makes me happy is that even in Mae's whispering, the past of "Takakawa", which is completely different from my cognition, is still with Mae, as close as a relative.

Our relationship, like something normal or not, can't be severed.

It's just that this unusually intimate and fervent affection, like magma, sometimes burns me—I touch my left eye, and I can't forget the sight of Mae gouging out my eyeballs and stuffing my own eyeballs into my sockets. From that time on, it was as if some kind of mysterious ritual was being held, and a bond deeper than husband and wife was engraved in my soul.

However, I was not depressed about this kind of thing a long time ago. There is no doubt that she is deeply in love with me, and the bond between me and her is far more unshakable than others seem.

As long as there is love, even if it is a little bloody, a little fearful, a little confusing, it is not a problem.

I quietly immersed myself in a wordless warmth, and only at this time, all I thought about in my mind was the real river in front of me. The various distractions brought about by the usual forced thinking seem to be completely squeezed out of his mind by Mae's figure, and even the sense of terror and crisis caused by the floating hallucinations outside his body has become pale and pale, and there is no longer the slightest deterrent.

I don't know how long it took, but Mae's hand suddenly moved, she broke free from my grip, held my chin with both hands, and gently stroked my face. Her deep, contented, burning gaze swept her fingers over the corners of my eyes, making me shiver as if she were about to gouge out my eyes.

However, she only stayed in my left eye for a moment, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Ah Chuan, my Ah Chuan ......" she sighed, and at this moment, she really looked at me.

"Jiang." I spoke, but I didn't know what to say, as if all feelings could be conveyed by looking at each other, but could not be expressed in words.

My left eye began to twitch frantically, in intense pain, as if to foreshadow something.

At this moment, all the hallucinations and auditory hallucinations receded like a tide, and the flash of the storm lit up the living room. I felt a hint of mystery and danger, and I couldn't help but fight. Mitsukasuka, the soothsayer, and the fitness instructor are completely asleep in ignorance, as if they can't be woken up no matter what happens. I instinctively pushed them, and sure enough, as I felt, they were alive, but they didn't move.

Danger has crept in.

I looked around, and the chain of judgments enveloped the entire villa. I don't know when, the water has seeped into the gate, you know, the threshold of this villa is three steps higher than the ground. Looking out the window, there was a lot of water on the ground, but it didn't even cover a single staircase. At this time, the water that penetrates into the door is obviously abnormal.

It was as if my observation had activated the anomaly of the stagnant water itself, and the water suddenly boiled, generally tumbling and bubbling, each bubble was the size of an egg, and when it broke, countless strange beetles of unknown species came out of it. The number of these strange beetles grew to hundreds in a single breath.

I grabbed Mae and put it on my back, grabbed Mitsuka, the soothsayer, and the fitness instructor, kicked open the window and jumped out.

When it hit the ground, the water splashed, and as I saw in the house, I couldn't even get over my feet. I turned to look at the main entrance, and instead of seeing the stagnant water that had spilled three steps and seeped into the door, I saw a swarm of beetles piling up and wriggling in a disgusting shape.

Where is the real enemy? Before I could find out, the beetles outside the door immediately spread out like a carpet and kept coming towards me. In the room next to it, where the lights were still on, a figure flashed by, and scolded angrily, and the angry voice seemed strange and rude. Before I could speak, the other man had smashed the window and rolled on the ground with a beetle.

"Bastard! Unexpectedly, this ghost thing was released. Listening to the tone, he seemed to know what it was, and his true identity seemed to be a mysterious expert. He glanced at me and yelled, "Come and help!" Probably because of the urgency of the situation, the commanding tone was full of anxiety. But the next moment, he was gnawed into a bloody man by the beetles on his body, and large swaths of skin fell off his face. If you use a quick sweep, you can still save him. However, this man did not come across as friendly to me, and perhaps his previous guess was correct, and he was hiding in the villa next to him just to observe our situation.

I followed my instincts, swept in the blink of an eye, and led everyone farther away, deaf to the angry and mournful howls behind me. Because you can use the villa area as a reference to locate other places, the coordinates of the target location have been established in your mind.

No matter what happens, going to a psychiatric hospital is a top priority. (To be continued......)