The husband is full of contradictions, he can neither judge whether what the principal said is true, nor what kind of bargaining chips the other party and the human side have, and what the consequences will be when the two sides reach a deal. Moreover, he can be a killer, or a researcher, who can take human lives, or he can research something that is good for people, but save the world? Unfortunately, not only did he never do it, but he never felt he had the skills to do it. Even so, when the road was clearly laid out in front of him, no matter how many reasons he used to persuade himself to ignore it, there was an urge to do it—because there really seemed to be no more suitable person in the hospital than himself. If he doesn't agree to do it, then who will? If he does it, he may not be able to see the result clearly, and it may also be desperate and there is no room, but if he doesn't do it, the logic of not being a husband himself has already told him a desperate result.

The unusual movement downstairs was so close to each other, and behind the door beside him, the strange crimson moonlight continued to attack people's minds. There was no hope in the road ahead or behind, and he shrank in a small corner, buried in the thick shadow, and his heart, like his body, had shrunk into a corner where there was no room to retreat.

- I know, I know, I have to do it.

There is such a voice in the heart of the husband, and it is also very clear in his inflated thoughts. It is necessary to do something that no one can replace, to do something that only oneself can do, as if at this moment, the entire world that is already facing collapse may be the only remaining light, all focused on oneself.

- It's just an illusion, it's just an illusion, don't be deceived, you're not special, you're not irreplaceable, you're not a husband.

There is also such a voice echoing in the intellect of the husband, in the constant wandering thoughts, like a sharp blade slashing at the impulse that makes his heart palpitate, and the surging emotion.

He suddenly felt that he had learned something in such a terrible experience: it turned out that he was not without dreams, without desires, without impulsive machines, and after so many years, no, it should be said, after spending that cold childhood, he was still a person full of ridiculous, childish, stupid dreams like ordinary people.

- I want to be a hero. Just like the protagonists in the story, who sacrifice their lives to save everything at the last moment.

Bu Zuofu was extremely surprised by his own perception, he never felt that he was such a person. It's not that he hasn't had a similar experience of life and death in the past, and he can't even help but recall the near-death experience in the past, but in that disturbing cold and gray but nothing special, he just feels more and more that he is no different from others, but he is just a little unlucky, and in this world, there are many people who are more unlucky than him, and there are many people who are more miserable than him, and life like a storyline also abounds among others. It is often said that reality is more absurd than stories, and he knows this very well.

Because of this, he didn't think that he would have such a story moment. His own life and death should have been uneventful, and he was willing to accept it, but the facts seemed to prove that what he had to face after all seemed to be more bizarre than he thought. Even his own essence is a little different from what he used to think...... No, not just a little, but almost the opposite.

He couldn't help but wonder, is this really his own impulse, his own desire, his own dream, his own desire?

"Maybe there's another way......" Busafu muttered to himself.

At this time, the principal continued: "You have no choice, and neither do I, you see, I said that you can escape from the rooftop, but the result is that I was wrong, even if the anomaly is not that red moonlight but something else, we don't want to carry out the set plan. The rooftop is fenced off on all sides, and I only realized this mistake after I entered it, but you who haven't realized this mistake until now don't it mean that this kind of unconsciousness itself is an anomaly? We may have made many bad decisions unconsciously, but we still don't realize what they are. ”

"......" has to admit that this sentence makes sense, but he still asks: "What does this have to do with you not going to negotiate in person?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard another loud movement downstairs, and the sound was more real than what he had heard before, and it was even more difficult to imagine what kind of thing it was from the sound alone.

KETELILI…… KETELILI…… KETELILI……

BOTH OF THEM VAGUELY HEARD THE SOUND "KETELILI" AS A SENSATION IN THEIR MINDS, BUT HUMANS CAN'T ACTUALLY PRONOUNCE IT CORRECTLY WITH THEIR VOCAL CORDS OR SIMULATE IT IN THEIR MINDS.

“…… That's why, some bad decisions that we ourselves are not aware of that let it happen, and let it grow. The principal's expression became serious and resolute, "I have to lure this thing away and create a passage for you to escape, but that's my limit." Hopefully you can get what I need before I get killed. ”

The terrible voice grew clearer, and he could now imagine from the sound how big it was, what kind of state it was, and there were some more vivid shadows in his mind: soft as gel, wet as slime, sticky and malleable, but not fixed into some kind of image. This thing squirms, crawls, and no angle can constitute an obstacle to climbing, any gap can be drilled into, and even, not just the gaps between objects in common sense, but some concepts close to "gaps". This strange thing is usually unobservable, because the world that people can perceive and touch is only one angle of the "world" in a macroscopic sense, and it happens to be in another angle. And when it passes through the "gap", sometimes intentionally or unconsciously approaching the angle that humans can perceive, so that humans can perceive its existence, and even then, at this time, its presence can only frighten people, and will not cause much trouble.

It is only when it gets closer, closer, that it becomes something terrible when it is about to enter an angle that can be perceived and touched by human beings—because it has not yet fully entered the angle, and human beings can hardly do anything about it, but it is accustomed to it, and it can affect human beings more profoundly. In short, at this time, it becomes a monster that humans can deeply perceive, even observe, but cannot kill.

THE INFORMATION ABOUT THIS GROTESQUE THING THAT MADE THE "KETELILI" CRY WAS COMPLETELY WOVEN IN THE MIND OF THE NON-HUSBAND, AS IF IT WERE HIS OWN IMAGINATION, AS IF HE HAD SUDDENLY UNDERSTOOD, AND THIS PERCEPTION WAS SO ABRUPT THAT IT SHOULD HAVE MADE PEOPLE SUSPICIOUS, BUT THE NON-HUSBAND HAD NO WAY TO GENERATE DOUBT. Yes, the message is so inexplicable, so implausible, so counterintuitive, but the instinct and perception of the husband have a certain indescribable trust in it with a power that transcends reason.

If you don't believe it, you'll die...... Of course, there may be such factors.

One thing is still very clear, whether he believes it or not, the monster downstairs is just like the information he suddenly knew, and everything that is happening in this hospital is a fact that he has experienced it himself. This fact is destroying him, destroying others, destroying entire hospitals, and possibly destroying the entire human world, and even the planet that is so closely related to all beings. He really didn't have a choice, and there wasn't much he could do, believing it or not.

Although the principal said it was very careless, he had the spirit of breaking the cauldron and taking the initiative to face this monster and buy time for subsequent actions, if he agreed, then, at least, there was no need to deal with that strange and dangerous thing head-on for now. It can be seen that there are too many advantages, and the disadvantages are just a possibility, so that the husband can not find an excuse to refuse. But he couldn't help but wonder, why was the principal sure that his side would definitely help him, instead of pretending to agree and running away?

"Because, I choose to believe that you are a reliable person to trust." The principal seemed to see the last obstacle in the husband's heart, and replied very cheerfully, "When the time comes, you have to choose one that you can accept from all the inappropriate options, don't you?" Anyway, the next thing is not going to get better, it's just going to keep getting worse, it's getting worse from you or getting worse from somewhere else, it's all the same. ”

The keen sense of being a killer smelled something familiar, a smell emanating from the principal, a smell that only someone who was about to die.

"Are you going to die?" The husband asked.

"No, I just want to gamble, if you move fast enough, maybe you can save my life." The principal showed an open-minded smile, as if he had seen through the heart of not being a husband and had no resistance, "Listen, don't be a husband." If you manage to escape this building, go to this place and follow this marked route, which is a place that only Dr. Ender knows about, and that's why I saved him in the main place. You're going to a place...... Don't look at me, I don't know the specifics, because I've never been, but, I know, she or it is there. Moreover, only there is the essence, and everything else is just a terminal of it. You just have to contact it and give it this information. Once it has this information, it decides whether to complete the transaction or not. You don't need to interfere with its choices, and you can't interfere with its choices. After that, you stay there, if the world is destined to be destroyed, then it is the last place to be destroyed, you can live a little longer, and you won't be as miserable as other people with doomsday syndrome. ”

"You originally wanted to go on your own?" Buzuofu asked, while collecting the memory chip that the principal had removed from the protective suit, and loading it into his tattered protective suit, perhaps luck, or some kind of omen, these calculator devices hidden deep inside the protective suit could still work.

"No, I won't go over if it doesn't have to, it's too dangerous." The principal said, "When I had the idea of wanting the past, the situation had not allowed me to pass, you see, now. ”

So saying, the principal stood up on his knees, his back which had always seemed weak and stiff suddenly straightened, he opened his hands, turned his back to the sky, and said aloud as if he were calling for something that no one could understand, it was a voice, a language, full of rhythm, but incomprehensible. At the same time, it is also like receiving a certain kind of information, just as people are immersed in nature and let their minds be washed by the breath of nature.

The husband stared at him, but suddenly there was a sense of dizziness, a sense of visual disparity, a change was taking place in the principal and his surroundings, making it difficult for him to continue to recognize the principal - what kind of face this person really was? What kind of body? Tall, short, fat and thin? What is the shape of the arms and legs? These information, which are usually clear at a glance, and the information that should have been understood a long time ago, are all blurred in the mind of the husband. Then, the "person" of the principal is like a mere human being. An inexplicable sense of fear gradually developed in the heart of the husband when observing the changes in the principal, and this fear was very similar to the fear that already existed in the hospital, but it was not the fear about human nature, the human heart, and the life instinct that the husband felt when he was a killer in the past, but something else, different, and indescribable fear.

However, when Buzuo felt the birth of this fear in his heart, such a strange and trembling sense of fear was constantly injecting new vitality into his body, and even the imagination, thinking, and chaotic thinking processes that were constantly expanding in his mind were suppressed or sorted out. Compared with the feeling of "going crazy", this fear makes the husband feel more relaxed and comfortable.

Buzuo finally had the strength to stand up, and he saw a wonderful light, which was like the illusion of a moon in the water, and it seemed that in the next moment, the light would disappear completely, and he couldn't even tell the color of the light, but it was certainly not white. The light surrounded the principal as if it were alive, and his entire human form seemed to dissolve in the light—no, he really saw that the shape of the limbs and torso of the human form was disintegrating, as if it had been piled up with foam, and now it was only to return to its original form.