- It's not true, it's my hallucination, it can't catch me, it scares me, but it can never kill me.

Dr. Ender muttered to himself in a low voice, he couldn't hear his own voice, only the thoughts that seemed so strong that they didn't belong to him came out of his head one after another. He had seen so many people with doomsday syndrome, how they hurt and tortured themselves, doing things that abnormal people could do, and even if they didn't do anything, dementia, they would be hurt by their own bodies at some point. Doomsday syndrome often starts from the patient's mental state, further detoxifying their nervous system, followed by the internal organs, and then to the muscles and skin, which are the superficial structures of the body.

But now Dr. Ender feels that it is no longer an empathy, but a personal experience, and for him, whether it is unexpected or expected, it is not just the word "pain" that can be described by the word "pain". From the perspective of human senses, the feelings at the onset of the disease are very complex, and the hallucinations presented from the mental world and the operation of the brain are causing some indescribable stimulation to the physiology of the body. He felt fear, not only of everything he had seen in this state, nor of the huge red moon he had seen before, nor of the uncontrollable thoughts in his mind in the illusory reality that was indistinguishable, but also of the changes that were taking place in him.

Although I keep telling myself that all this is just an illusion, my own fears and instincts are hinting at it in a subtle way compared to my own words. No matter how subjectively you try to rule out this kind of suggestion, it is undeniable, but when this kind of suggestion is more like a "self-generated idea", it is more involuntary to believe it.

To believe that this is what it is.

Self-rejection, the act of using "illusions" to refer to one's own behavior, is like self-deception. Just as Dr. Ender had no way of proving what he saw was true and what was hallucination, he couldn't prove that he was really not like that when he felt instinctually stupid, when he felt that he was deceiving himself.

The references used to refer to reality and illusion are gone. In other words, all things that could have served as real references are in this abnormal scene, and in the face of this surging thought, in the face of this deep inspiration, it is no longer just, and its material primacy is disappearing. The best way to convince yourself that something doesn't exist is to dig into its material foundations, use common sense to verify it with some more logical theories, and summarize it into your own worldview. However, Dr. Ander struggled to do it—he could have done it in the past, but he couldn't do it now. The reason for this was that it was incomparably complicated, just as he had all kinds of reasons to claim that what he saw was an illusion, and he also had a lot of thoughts telling him that this grotesque phenomenon was not entirely a hallucination.

How much real is it and how much is it hallucinating? What kind of objective truth is at work behind this scene? Faced with these questions, Dr. Ander only felt that his own knowledge was too shallow to answer. He knows that he needs time, just like growing from an ignorant child to a wise adult in the past, in the face of this terrible unknown, he is like turning back into that ignorant child, and it takes dozens or hundreds of times more time to study, research, think and organize before he can become an adult again.

However, Dr. Ender was well aware that he did not have time. Just like his own thoughts, after combing through all the known clues, he will feel that people all over the world lack time, and even the world itself lacks time. REGARDLESS OF WHETHER THE "VIRUS" IS THE KAEKESA OF THE PLEIADES OR NOT, WHAT KIND OF THING THE SO-CALLED "KAEKESA IS" IS TOO LARGE FOR HUMANS WHO HAVE NOT YET STEPPED OUT OF THEIR HOME PLANET. Scientific theories have developed quantum theories from the imagination of "assuming the existence of a basic unit that can no longer be divided", but precisely because it is based on hypothetical theories, it is difficult to transform this theoretical height into a more practical force, so that human beings can only look up to the starry sky and try their imagination to depict their inner blueprint of the universe.

Now, a terrifying being beyond human imagination seems to have crossed the sea of stars and descended on this planet. There is a terrible gap in the strength of the two sides, even if they are only theoretical: one has really been put into action and has been proven in practice; There is only one hypothetical theory that exists, and even the voyage of the outer layers of the planet is rare.

If the enemy is an inexplicable monster, a fantasy that exists in human mythology, or an unidentified species on this planet, Dr. Ender does not think that it is a truly terrible thing, because what exists in that way must also be subject to the closed theory based on the environment of this planet, and at some cost it can be incorporated into the law of the dangerous ladder to which mankind has become accustomed. However, what comes from beyond the planet is indescribably terrifying to those who know how vast the universe is. Especially when this thing has shown to be corrosive to the planet, and its own efforts are completely unable to figure out the truth of it, this horror will grow at a speed that even it is unimaginable.

Dr. Ender has studied and studied psychology, and he can tell more or less what factors his fear comes from, and he knows part of the reason why he is so afraid, but it is precisely because he knows more than the average person, learns more than the average person, and knows the world more complex and huge, so he is more and more sure that his understanding of his own state at this time is one-sided.

In the midst of this terrible grandeur, where it was no longer possible to distinguish between reality and illusion, Dr. Ender felt his own insignificance and ignorance. The human being had to face such a terrible thing, and his realization made him feel extremely hopeless.

There is no help, no matter how much you struggle, there is no help. Huge negative emotions are like a spiral that is constantly amplified and accelerated, and Dr. Ander knows that he can't go on like this, can't think about these things, and should change his thinking and perspective and do what he can, but he can't control his thinking and consciousness, and those exercises designed based on psychology have no effect in the face of the ever-expanding thoughts.

The factors that lead to action are becoming chaotic, and he can only "know what he should do" and not "do what he feels he should do". He sat in the corner with his knees folded, burying his head like a frightened ostrich, but his eyes could not be closed, and he could not help but peek through the gap into the grotesque scene.

The hand that stretched out from the shadows swayed in a haphazard manner, its movements giving only a painful feeling. Dr. Ender subconsciously felt that this was the pain of the patients with doomsday syndrome who had died. These painful dead souls returned to this world to take revenge on all the living - although these ideas are very inconsistent with the identity of a scientific researcher, however, there are many ideas that are generated, telling him that this idea is meaningful and can be explained by science, but he is too shallow, so he will look at it with superstition, and he should break this limited idea, and tolerate this kind of cognition from a broader perspective, and find further scientific truths from it.

If existence is truth, then he should accept everything in front of him—even if they are really illusions, and find scientific proof that they are only illusions.

"There's a lot of unknowns, and there's a lot of specimens and examples that already exist," Dr. Ender muttered......, "yes, there's still a lot of data in the hospital, and there's a lot of powerful equipment, and I should go and get in touch with the virus." Running out of time, running out of time...... EVERY SECOND COUNTS, AND WE MUST FACE UP TO THE KAEKESA ...... OF THE PLEIADES."

Dr. Ender pressed his head hard and slammed the back of his head against the wall frantically, making a thumping sound. After a while, he suddenly stopped again, and raised his head again, his eyes were already bloodshot, and his expression was sometimes hideous and sometimes indifferent. He seemed to understand something, staggered to his feet, ignored the arms sticking out of the shadows, ignored their attempts to grasp something, and walked briskly towards the windowsill. As he passed by the mirror, he glanced at himself in the mirror - he would have been startled before. He thought so. HOWEVER, IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE NOW, WHAT MATTERS IS THAT KAEKESA OF THE ANG CLUSTER IS APPEARING HERE IN A MORE SUBSTANTIAL STATE THAN BEFORE, AND HE HAS PLENTY OF CHANCES TO SAVE THE WORLD.

The "virus" is the KAEKESA of the Ang Star Cluster. This thought made Dr. Ender feel that he had stepped out of the concept of the word "virus" and was able to face up to this terrible enemy full of unknowns. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT THE KAEKESA OF THE ANG STAR CLUSTER IS, EVERYTHING IS JUST BEGINNING, AND IN THE LIMITED TIME, HE HAS TO GO AND DO SOME VERIFICATION.

Dr. Ender felt desperate, but there was a frenzy that made him feel hopeless and not a reason for him to stop.

What exactly is to be done? Dr. Ander didn't have a concrete idea yet, but when he walked back to the window, he remembered the three girls who had been being studied all along: Sakiya, Hakkei, and Marceau. HE REMEMBERED THE PSYCHEDELIC AND WONDERFUL SINGING, AND REMEMBERED THE DESCRIPTION OF THE KAEKESA OF THE ANG STAR CLUSTER IN THE CONTENT OF THE SONG. And aren't these descriptions the best fulcrum? Dr. Ender felt that he needed to find a crowbar long enough to rest on this fulcrum, and then he could lift the weird, psychedelic, crazy, and desperate unknown he had seen so far.

Yes, those idiots who are bent on taking shortcuts are naïve in thought, theory, and practice, but they do get one thing right: these three girls, who are closely related to Takakawa, Tiese, and Dorothy, are equally special. THEY HAVE ENOUGH SECRETS, BUT THE BIGGEST SECRET IS THAT THEY SING ABOUT "KAEKESA OF THE ANG CLUSTER". Dr. Ender was pretty sure that what he was hearing was the singing of the three girls, and that was the next thing he had to figure out as to why they knew it.

"Cards, data, singing......" Dr. Ender paced around the room, "Red Moon, translucent arms, rampant consciousness...... "He was trying to connect the threads, even if a large part of it was imagination, but he longed for something new to come up with. He wanted more flashes of inspiration, and he wanted to forget the fear that erupted from the bottom of his heart in this crazy thought. He longs for his own thoughts, to be able to catch the mysterious tail.

Dr. Ender feels that he is truly calm now—although he is emotionally crazy, his inner rationality is still calm enough.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Dr. Ander didn't think about it, but stepped forward quickly, and he had a strong feeling that he knew who was knocking on the door outside, and why he had come to the door at this time. That unreasonable, never-before-seen intuition was so sharp that he opened the door and saw the person he had in mind.

A researcher who hides in this hospital and tries to find out the secret of the "virus" from Sakiya, Hakkei, and Marceau. As the head of these researchers, he does not do specific research work, but brings back other researchers and makes them part of the team. Moreover, Dr. Ender also knew that although the person in charge was also a researcher, his talent and IQ were actually below the average of the hospital. This person used to present himself in the position of assigning talents and coordinating chores, and was a pivotal figure in the hospital's logistics. But because he's just that, Dr. Ender doesn't think he'll be able to play a positive role in the next research.

Even if the research direction proposed by this person is carried out by the research team he has gathered and has a certain feasibility, but, in Dr. Ender's view, this direction is stupid, like leaving the main body not to study, but to ponder the leftovers, if there is enough time, maybe this choice is not wrong, but the current situation is so urgent, and they do not seem to realize, or rather, the awareness of the difficulty and urgency is too low. Dr. Ender had a better idea, but now he had to create something to get the man back to what he was good at.

"You're awake, Dr. Ender." The person outside the door lowered his voice and said to Dr. Ender in the room, "Something is wrong, something strange has happened......"