"A terrible will weaves destiny and creates a trap against the 'river'?" Dorothy sat on the couch and stared at the book with a thick black cover in her hand—the words that kept growing from the pages were like tadpoles, but when she looked at them, they seemed to be arranged in an orderly manner, and when she looked at them again, there was no text on them, as if the words she had seen before, and the movement of the words was all hallucinations—it gave off an evil, unsettling smell, and it was stolen in your hand, and the pages were opened. Looking at the words that seem to exist and don't seem to exist, it is like peeking into something through a small gap, there is a sense of excitement and guilt, Dorothy has not had such emotions for a long time, because she no longer has the basis for the birth of these emotions physiologically, but, holding this book, which is like an evil book of the occult, she once again feels the strong emotions that are not "correct" for her in the past, whether morally, emotionally, or even conceptually. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She knows why, she also knows what caused it, and to investigate its ins and outs, she may not have seen through the most essential things, but she has grasped the context. She knew that it was her choice and that she had to carry something. When she decides to do these things, the things that seem to have disappeared from her life, that make her unemancipated, will come to her mind one after another. And she decided from the beginning that these things that hindered her and tried to defeat her were not regarded as her "sin", but only as "evil".

She decides how "evil" she is and thinks that this "evil" is necessary for herself. In order to fight the monster that destroyed her life, destroyed her love, destroyed her loved ones, and was about to destroy the whole world, she decided that she had to become such a character full of evil virtues - and she had no guilt about it.

Dorothy staggered her feet, her fingers sliding over the pages, drawing the information she needed from the words that kept appearing and disappearing, wandering as she appeared, and disappearing like a phantom. She calls the book "Takakawa's Diary" because it was originally Takakawa's diary, and Dorothy and Ishiki stole the contents with their own powers. She knows very well that even Takakawa himself does not know how the contents of this diary were born and what meaning they represent, the contents of the diary are amazing, grotesque, and as if they should not exist, not only will they cause heavy damage to the reader's will, personality and concepts, and other spiritual levels, but will even distort their physical bodies together in some cases.

Yes, this book, even if it only steals the original contents of Takakawa's diary, has become a kind of "forbidden reading" from the perspective of occultism because of the terrible mystery and distortion of the original, as well as a terrible root that has affected everyone's spiritual world.

Dorothy didn't dare to show anyone but the color, even in this apocalyptic fantasy world, those mysterious experts who already possessed terrible weapons and strong wills and powers, such as Drifter and others. There has always been a warning in her heart, especially in this world of apocalyptic illusions, and she can't show those people the contents of this book, otherwise those people will collapse more easily than ever. This "collapse" is not just a collapse of the will, madness, or the imaginable neurotic reactions and psychopaths, but a more profound change that seems to disintegrate and distort on a spiritual level.

If you only know the general content of the book, you may only feel nervous and reject its content, so that it is a fallacy or a mental patient's babbling, which is crazy talk and arrogant imagination. But once you really open it and carefully study every word in it, the dire consequences are bound to happen.

Therefore, Dorothy does not even intend to tell the details, and does not think deeply about it herself, but treats this information as mere information, and by virtue of her own special circumstances, she filters out as much as possible anything that would deviate from its meaning except for the neutral description of "information".

Even so, Dorothy still feels nervous and confused when reading, like a big mess forced into her mind, making her want to read it, and subconsciously close the book and rest for a while. Even she sometimes feels that her soul, some of her own concepts, is being twisted by a dark force. I subconsciously resist, reject, and am unwilling to let myself change because of this.

However, all these contradictions, resistances, struggles and irritations are imperceptibly changing something. When she did not immediately dismiss the book, but decided to look at it and analyze it further, this subtlety had already begun, and there was no pause because of her contradictory and resistant side.

There was always a voice that joined in as she thought about it, saying to her: either reject the information completely, or change yourself because of the information, there is absolutely no other choice.

It's terrible. It's okay if books make people feel good, sad, contemplative, or entertaining, but if books start to make people feel like they're subconsciously rejecting them, then the instincts of life and self will try to stop it from happening. But even so, there are still some books that make people faintly yearn for this change when they reject the self-change caused by the content of the book. It's like taking drugs, like a demon tempting, irresistible, unable to get rid of, even if you put it down, after a while, you will occasionally realize it and pick up the book again. Then, involuntarily, the more you look at it, the more you can't give up.

This process is sometimes dreamy for the reader himself, but more often than not, it is sober, just as Dorothy knows so clearly that reading this "Takakawa Diary" is making some kind of change in herself, and that other people will also undergo terrible changes when they read it, and also realize that they are like taking drugs and cannot give up this "Takakawa Diary". But even so, I still don't want to give up.

Fear, which breeds in this sober contradiction, may not be realized at first, but when this fear accumulates bit by bit, it will be noticed. Dorothy had noticed.

She thought that this was the monster's attack on herself. Even if it is not face-to-face, but through the words, through the interaction of information, through the interaction of one's own actions, its terrifying and mysterious influence is like a maggot coming out of the shadows, burrowing into one's own heart, and gnawing at it.

"No, that's not right...... Not so. Witch VV is extra, I wasn't aware of her presence at first. Dorothy recounts name after name as if in a dream, retorting that some of the content presented in "Takakawa's Diary" is not objective, but only what a character assumes from his own point of view. She feels that she is an objective reader, and that the characters in the book are subjectively approaching the problem, but this is not the fault of the characters themselves, but the characters can only be like this, they have to be so, the characters have no God's perspective, they are not omniscient, they are weak, they think they are cautious, but they are full of loopholes, these characters are even more unreliable than they think they are.

Dorothy stands in this objective perspective, second only to the recorder, sifting, filtering, refuting or agreeing with this information. As a reader, she has both a sense of substitution and a sense of superiority from God's perspective. And she knew very well that it was inevitable, that she was looking down condescendingly, and that she was seeing more than anyone else - not to mention that part of the information revealed in this "Takakawa Diary" was caused by herself.

"Father Sissen, you're right, the trap exists, but you're also wrong, not all of it was premeditated in the first place......" Dorothy's eyes were a little distracted, as if she had gone to another world, "Witch VV, witch VV, witch VV is the only gap that was filled in the end, this trap could not have been so effective. Dorothy knew all this, but rather, she did guide many things, and all that Father Sissen guessed about the female monster "Jiang" was at least eighty percent correct, but it was not more than ninety percent, and the trap he felt was actually a test of the "Omi Trap", a rehearsal, and before realizing the existence and effect of the witch VV, the ritual trap used in this test was like a half-finished product, and even Dorothy and the color system did not exceed 50% of their success rate.

However, no one expected that there would be such an existence as the witch VV, and her behavior was so in line with this trap, it was like fate, as if she was born for this trap, just like after the virus invaded the body, physiologically produced all kinds of rejection reactions, and then in these reactions, no real antibodies were born, but some antibody-like things were produced. Because the witch VV existed, Dorothy put her in a trap, not counting her in the first place.

Just like the original idea of the "Omi Trap": use "Omi" to seal the "river". Dorothy had some expectation of this ritual trap that had successfully sealed the "river" with the "nameless son", but she had a very sensible and sober thought in her heart, which made this expectation as fragile as glass: this ritual trap for the test could really only prove whether the method of the "Omi trap" was feasible, and it was impossible to actually seal the "river". Although in "Takakawa's Diary", Father Sissen is still dealing with the monster called "E", he is still outnumbered and has no way to reverse the situation, while "E" is at ease and is about to adapt to the shell that has been holding him back in battle.

The ritual trap that Father Sissen didn't grow strong in battle, and which cost many people dearly, had made him strong to a limit, and there was nothing that could make him break through that limit at the moment. Zoom in to the entire apocalyptic fantasy world, there are such things, but it just so happens that none of them are with Father Sissen and do not work for him.

Father Sissen is stable, however, the monster he is facing is getting stronger with each passing second. Father Sissen felt it, and he wanted to find a way to stop this change of strength and weakness, but he had no clue. He and the monster are constantly destroying what they see and don't see, sometimes it is an outpouring of power, sometimes it is an inadvertent collision, sometimes it is conceivable what kind of damage is done, and sometimes it is destroyed without realizing it. This kind of destruction, intentional or unintentional, noticeable or unnoticed, directly and quickly changes the environment in which the two men fight. From the plains of sand and ashes to the undulating different spaces, from the dream-like images to the monotonous lines, the changes in the scene that Father Sissen himself could observe were enough to make him feel that the two of them had broken through one temporary data hedging space after another, and drilled into one temporary data hedging space after another.

The battlefield is so fragile because it is constantly being destroyed, but the battlefield is also so hard, because it will never be destroyed and left with nothing, and new battlefields will be recreated almost at the same time.

All this is inexplicable, grandiose, complex, and rapid, as if there is no ultimate change, so that Father Sissen cannot even judge that he is in a mysterious place in the ruins of the Ruling Bureau at this time. The security network and node buildings, including the coordinates used for positioning, are all gone. He fled, and the monster caught up, and he couldn't escape at all, and if he wanted to help, it was hard to imagine who could be a reinforcement, and if he was too weak, he would only become the food of this monster.

Fr. Sissen struggled, fought, fled and fought back on the brink of death, unable to judge how long the battle would last or how it would stop. In his frequent flickering thoughts, there is only one thing that is certain: if there is no external force to intervene, one of himself or the other party will definitely fall, and conversely, as long as he does not take the initiative to fall, there will be no end. He didn't want to fall, even though the battle was so hard and painful, and the burning will always supported him.

Father Sissen had decided that no matter how long it was, he would not fall in pain. He tried to see the battle as a protracted trial. The pain, the screams, the boiling, all the things that make you rise up, are like the flames that will never be extinguished, burning brightly.

He was constantly knocked down by unforeseen injuries that he could not imagine, and again and again he stood up, ran, and shuttled in the "wind" at the last moment.