We failed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The words of the info file made Locke's hand move, and he couldn't help but think about the current situation and the ins and outs of causing it, but he was quickly defeated in that invisible fear. He never felt like a coward, there weren't many things that could scare him since he was a child, and he had experienced those weird and crazy events since he became a mystery expert, many of which were solved by risking his life, and even more where he tried his best but could only have a sad ending. He had always felt that he should be numb to "terrible things", but at this time, the fear that seemed to be instinctive in his heart made him dare not even think of digging up.

Locke still remembered what he had done before, he was going crazy to hurt not only himself, but also his companions in front of him, but even now, he didn't think it was incredible that he had done such a thing at that time. In other words, it is precisely because I can now look at myself from the perspective of a slightly calmer, third person, that I feel even more that I can still regain my senses, which is a truly incredible thing.

Locke couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't fall back into that hysterical madness, and he couldn't find a way to rule out the effects of that terrible state. He listened to the words of the file, and it was the heart of his companion who believed in him that made him intuitively adopt the warnings of the file. For the time being, this "don't think as much as possible" approach is the only way to control himself at the moment, even if it is a palliative solution from any point of view, he can only do it - at least, he is relying on this method to control himself now.

Limiting one's thinking means that one cannot come to a conclusion that convinces oneself, and relying solely on the intuition of a mystical expert is the only option available to everyone at the moment. The survivors here are mystical experts, and if everyone's instincts are inclined to a certain decision, then it is probably the best way to deal with the current situation—Locke couldn't help but think.

The shepherd dog and Jung, who were holding their heads and moaning in pain, gradually calmed down, and they raised their eyes to meet the gaze of the file and Locke, without avoiding it, so that the file and Locke could clearly see the tiredness and self-control in their eyes, which made the file and Locke relax a little. The mysterious experts involved in the operation against the base in Area 51 all have outstanding combat capabilities and combat experience, and it is not so easy to solve the problem of really going crazy.

Locke felt that if he could not recover from that crushing despair, probably at least a third of the people in the audience would die: not because he was too strong, but simply because he was so crazy at the time, and the others were in a state of extreme weakness. The bullets fired from the file didn't hit the lethal range, and the gap was easy to catch, not to mention, Locke didn't feel like he was going to be killed by a mere pistol, and these bullets didn't even penetrate his muscles when he was defenseless.

Locke pulled the bullet out of his leg with his fingers and threw it aside, to say that it hurt, of course it hurts, but compared to the torture that his soul is suffering, this pain is like a comfort. His muscular body, even if he opened a few holes, would not hinder his movement. He stood up and looked around at the others, all of whom were in a state of unsuspecting, extreme pain, except for himself, the file, the shepherd, and Jung, who had gradually adapted to the terrible onslaught from the level of consciousness.

On the other hand, Locke wasn't sure if the four of them, who seemed to be able to perform a certain level of normal activity, could really be "normal" - and when he thought about it, a voice told him that a part of their consciousness had changed permanently. And the reason why the four of them behave normally is only because in their own eyes, they behave normally with each other.

The reference that truly represents "normal" has disappeared from this world forever. No one can be sure of what has changed in themselves, because people's perceptions have changed.

"Damn ......" Locke beat his head unwillingly, he wanted to help others, but he knew in his heart that he could not help them at all, so he could only tell these people loudly like a file: Don't think.

The torment that these companions are suffering is born from each of their knowledge and awareness of themselves and the world, and they can only use their own strength to overcome everything that makes them feel hopeless. However, this battle will not disappear because they have regained their sanity, just as Locke feels now: now Locke can re-analyze his own situation and look at the surrounding situation rationally, at least he will come to the conclusion that "the world has not been completely destroyed, not only his own people, but there must also be people still alive, this is a disaster, but it does not constitute the end of the absolute sense", however, such a rational cognition cannot prevent him from leaking negative factors from his thoughts, He was suffering from the desperable, unspeakable, seemingly unprovoked despair from the bottom of his heart every moment. Fear simply because of some unclear unknown has always been a ridiculous thing in his eyes, but when it actually happens to him, and reason can't stop this objective fact that "he is afraid", it really makes people laugh.

Although there are still many doubts and confusions about the current situation, it is also difficult to organize and analyze information because it is difficult to organize and analyze information because it is difficult to think hard, but to suppress thinking. Locke, File, Shepherd, and Jung can only focus on the others - at least to make sure they can escape the hysterical madness, and if possible, no one wants to fight so many crazy occult experts, even if they aren't exactly professional fighters.

The "don't think" approach may sound unreliable, but it works, and if you can respond to this warning, you can be like Locke, and you can wake up for a while. However, this situation is not normal in itself. Whether it is the person who came to this conclusion, or the conclusion itself, and the person who saves people and saves themselves according to this conclusion, in ordinary times, it will definitely feel ridiculous and weird.

Even so, Dada and the others still used this method, and like Locke and others, their emotions gradually eased.

Files, sheepdogs, Jung, Locke, Dada, Pan, magicians, Bach and others sat in a circle, and when they were finally able to become quieter in their behavior when they had somehow freed themselves from the madness of their spiritual consciousness, they had already gathered together and tried to make a plan for the current situation and the next actions with the least amount of thought and the greatest intuition: in fact, what is the cause of this crisis, how many people in the world have been involved, and how many have survived, The question of how human society should continue in the future seems to be less important, and more importantly, how to prevent the current situation from continuing to deteriorate.

"Let's contact Cyberball." Jung suggested, "The worst estimate is that something is wrong with the repeater, and if it is really something wrong with the London repeater, we need first-hand information." If not, then we can also use the power of repeaters to gather more intelligence. It's better to have a unified, weighty command than to stay here and think about it. ”

"I think so too...... However, it was not possible to contact them on the fire. The file tapped on the only well-cased communicator in the line, and the earpiece was only a rustling noise.

"What about District Fifty-One?" Dada asked, "I remember we were still fighting the Nazis. ”

"I don't know, it's gone." The file said, "When I came to my senses, I was already here." ”

"Maybe we've unknowingly moved away from the base?" The magician speculated.

"The battlefield is huge...... But here...... It's like there hasn't been a fight. The shepherd interjected that he had searched the area before, and had not obtained any useful information other than "this is a very normal-looking Gobi that has not been affected by the war". The tragic battlefield that should have existed, the blood that was spilled all over the ground, the enemies with hideous expressions one after another, etc., were like hallucinations, and I don't know when, there was no trace of it. Because I don't have enough references, I can't immediately draw conclusions about where I am.

"I don't have any transportation, so I have to walk?" Pan muttered to himself.

"But if the repeater is still around, we'll be able to reset the worldline, won't we? Maybe we can go back to a time when nothing happened. Dada's statement doesn't feel wrong to some extent, but others just feel that there is no such good thing at all.

"Either way, we're going to have to find a way to reach out to Netball...... No, if this is a disaster that affects the whole world, then Cyberball may already be trying to confirm our situation. The file threw away the branch in her hand, she felt that she was doing something stupid, and it was clear that she and the others could not think deeply, and no matter how much she went around here, it was impossible to come to the conclusion that made her feel "good". Because, in order to resist the horror and despair that emerges from the depths of the heart, everyone here has deliberately limited their thinking to a "stupid" range.

"How long have we been here?" The file asks this question.

“…… I don't know. Jung said, although his tone was as flat as ever, it made people feel that he was a natural nerd now.

"We seem to have repeated the same question many times." The shepherd dog held his temple, and when he said this, the heart-wrenching sense of fear and despair came over him again.

"We should leave." The file said categorically.

"Where are you going?" Pan's question filled everyone here with a sense of déjà vu, and then they began to realize that this was not the first time Pan had said this, so they said, "What are these people doing?" What is the current state? This kind of question begins to lead them to think again, and in the process of thinking they bear that heavy and cold blow again - when thinking begins, the direction of thinking will involuntarily slide into the abyss of despair.

"It hasn't calmed down yet, it hasn't calmed down......" the magician muttered to himself, like a madman. But everyone else intuitively understood what he was talking about: the shock that poured out from the depths of consciousness had not yet fully passed, and there seemed to be no sign of a complete subsidence.

"Get up! Get up for me! We have to leave! The file endured the uneasiness and fear on the conscious level, kicked the others a few times, and then took the lead in one direction.

"Where are you going?" A voice shouted from behind.

"Go find the repeater!" The file said loudly.

"Where's the repeater?" The voice behind asked.

"I don't know!" The file said loudly.

"Didn't you say they would come to us?" The voice behind him asked again.

"Did I say that? I don't know, but I'm not going to stay where I am! The head of the file did not reply: "I will not be here to be killed!" ”

"Wait for me!" The voice behind shouted, "Wait for us! ”

The file subconsciously stopped, she felt an instinct that pushed her back, she couldn't resist the impulse, and she didn't know whether the consciousness couldn't resist the urge or the body couldn't resist the impulse. So, she looked back, and then, she saw—

Many, many people, some familiar with themselves, some strangers, some seem to have impressions, some can't see their faces clearly, shepherds and Jung, they seem to be mixed in these people, and they can't seem to tell whether they are there or not. A multitude of people ran towards her, shouting, "Wait for us! Wait for us! ”

The next moment, the file opened her eyes, and she only felt that she had just had a nightmare. An inexplicable clammy cold came from her skin, penetrated her muscles and blood vessels, and burrowed into her spinal cord, causing her to shiver all over. She felt suffocated, and when she inhaled, a stream of cold liquid choked into her trachea, making her convulse, she wanted to cough, but she couldn't, only to see strings of bubbles coming out of her mouth. That's when she realized that she was actually immersed in a container filled with liquid.

She felt like she was going to drown as the file pushed the lid of the container hard, but the strange liquid was providing oxygen and making her feel like her body was still functioning properly, but it was definitely not a pleasant feeling. Only then did she realize that she was not restrained, and that her body, hands and feet could be moved.

As she struggled, a figure loomed in front of the container.