The sound of gunfire shook in the sky, but it could not make people feel the slightest taste of killing, but made people have a feeling of helplessness and sadness, Locke's screams of pain and despair, struggling like a madman, that hysterical expression, doubly made people feel sad, made people feel that this was a trapped beast on the end of the road, and people couldn't help but think of their own situation. Writing "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info almost at the same time, Jung and the shepherd, who subconsciously suppressed Locke, understood what was going on at the moment - as occult experts, they had a strong ability to accept and reason about any abnormal state of affairs, and those experiences beyond common sense allowed them to withstand the contrast between the normal of the last second and the great change of the next.

And, when they begin to analyze the current situation with inertial logical thinking, this act of thinking immediately makes them taste unforgettable pain, the indescribable distortion, coldness and darkness, from the cracks of the immaterial spiritual world, which is an impact that cannot be resisted and avoided no matter how much psychological preparation they have, they can connect their situation with the impact that has erupted from the consciousness before in a short period of time, and deduce deeper consequences and meanings, but, As they begin to understand, they also need to suffer the after-effects.

Almost in the next second, they were like the file that had just come back to their senses, and they were weakened by the madness on the level of consciousness. Instead, the frenzied Locke threw them out and stood up with the file on his shoulder. The file that grabbed Locke's arm and tried to stop him from committing suicide failed to continue to clamp down on the man, and Locke, who was already physically strong, was as powerful as a mad bear when he was crazy, and the file could feel his muscles tense through the close grip between his skin, a hint full of aggression, like lightning piercing her nerves.

The file reflexively pushed Locke away, but before that, Locke had already thrown her five or six meters away with a wave of his hand. Locke's eyes were full of tears, his pupils seemed to be irritated to turn red, no one knew what he would do next, whether he would continue to commit suicide or attack the others here, the crazy and dangerous aura made it difficult to approach. The only good news was that his hysterical suicide had caused him to shoot all the bullets in his pistol in one go.

The file rolled on the ground, quickly adjusted his balance, took the pistol and knife in his hand, and vigilantly observed Locke a few meters away, the shepherd dog and Jung both held their heads, rolling on the ground in pain, and there was no sign of improvement for a while, and on the other side, Dada and several other survivors also showed signs of awakening, and it was completely expected that while they were awake, they would inevitably have a trauma in consciousness due to their thinking and behavior, just like the file himself, Locke, the shepherd dog and Jung.

The people who survived here are all occult experts, not to mention whether it was because of the identity of the occult experts that they survived, and did not become a living dead who only lived physically, but their personality consciousness was completely destroyed, and it was not easy to resist the indescribable fear and despair transmitted from that thinking and association. The battle-hardened file has realized that whether or not he can return to normal has nothing to do with the mental strength and willpower of the victim, but only whether he has enough intelligence and logic to make in-depth associations. The better you are at connecting things and the relationships between things with logic, the more you will fall into the trap of this logic.

On the contrary, giving up thinking and being too stupid can better maintain your spirit.

However, on the other hand, even if you subjectively give up thinking, objectively a stupid person cannot avoid a certain degree of instinctive thinking, and this behavior is enough to bring harm to people. Therefore, in this shock, it is inevitable to be hurt, but the degree of damage is different according to each person's situation.

No one can be sure of themselves or others until they are actually hurt, and which one is the most hurt. Just like Locke, who usually behaves casually and behaves like five big and three rough, he is also the first person to fall into madness among the mysterious experts who first woke up. The file couldn't even tell how crazy Locke had been, and whether he could return to his normal state.

Locke is dangerous at the moment, and there aren't many people on the scene who can stop his aggressive behavior in a state of madness. The file stared at Locke, who was restless and seemed to be hysterical in order to confront or escape fear, and she was mentally prepared to shoot her companion when she was thrown out by Locke.

What exactly did Locke have in mind? When he regained consciousness and could think, what kind of logic and judgment did he make? None of this can be known - Locke is crazy, this is the most obvious and direct understanding.

Locke took a few sharp steps toward the file, but suddenly stopped, and swung his arm as if pushing something unseen. But the file believed that Locke must have seen something, maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was something that only he could touch, some mysterious phenomenon, he was so resistant to such things, maybe in his personal subjective consciousness world, in his subconscious world that was imperceptibly subconscious, that was the most terrifying thing he got after thinking about it.

Locke let out a terrible scream, gasping for breath, and the next second he began to cry again, and in the eyes of the onlookers' files, the neurotic behavior was the same as that of the seriously ill patients in the mental hospital.

"Spare me, spare me......" Locke sobbed, no one could have imagined that he would one day show such a cowardly image.

"I didn't mean to, Mom, Mom!" This man frantically shouted "Mom", which made people feel miserable and cry inexplicably.

"Locke...... Locke! Wake up, Locke! The file could not stand it any longer, and shouted at him with a gun, "Don't think, don't think!" That being said, she couldn't guarantee that the mad man caught up in a world of ego would be able to hear her, and she herself had a lot of trouble to solve. The after-effects of the sudden onslaught of consciousness have also always existed in her, except that she woke up earlier and faster than the others, and immediately took some of the ways she could think of - but these ways of relieving the mental burden were not entirely useful, and the file did not even dare to imagine when she would become like Locke in front of her.

The only solution to the file is to go back to the London Repeater and use the power of the Repeater to heal. If she could, of course, she would like to bring back all the survivors in front of her. But she wasn't sure she could do it.

"Stop him...... File the knife, stop him from ......" Jung shouted in a trembling voice, and even as he was shouting, his voice had no emotional ups and downs, as he usually spoke, but even such a voice seemed full of power in the gravel field, where there was no sound but crying, roaring, and the natural wind.

The file gritted her teeth, a vague thought flashed through her mind, and her fingers couldn't help but pull the trigger, and the gun went off.

Locke's thighs were bleeding and he staggered to his knees, but the pain of the shot did not hide his madness. As if he didn't realize that he had been shot, he said inexplicable things to a place where there was nothing, begging for mercy, arguing, reminiscing, sometimes about himself, sometimes about some of his acquaintances, and even mentioning the names of dead people who even knew the file and others. At the end of each narration, he was cut off by a voice full of negative emotions that seemed to give up on himself, causing him to let out a meaningless roar.

After a while, Locke's incomprehensible and inexplicable narration turned into a strange grunt, and his movements gradually subsided, but still brought a very strong sense of depression.

The file stared at Locke like this, trying to restrain himself from thinking about what kind of thoughts had been made to shoot Locke. In normal times, she must investigate to the end and figure it out, but now the act of "thinking" itself has become a very dangerous thing. It is difficult for people to act without thinking, and this is especially true for occultists, but it is necessary to control the depth of one's thinking beyond the necessary thinking.

Thinking uncontrollably, but trying to control as much as possible, is a pain that the file has never experienced. She couldn't help but lose her mind several times, biting her lip several times, trying to use physical pain to ease the mental pain. In this case, she didn't think that her shot could still be as accurate as usual, and the shot that hit Locke's thigh before, in her intuition, was actually aimed at Locke's head. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Jung and the Shepherd, two equally experienced and mysterious experts, who had not immediately struggled from similar pain.

The other survivors woke up one after another, and immediately I had the pain that the file had tasted when he first woke up, and the file was not sure that when they had endured that level of pain, they would notice the confrontation that was taking place around them, and whether they would fall into deeper reasoning and thinking, which would inevitably bring them several times more pain.

"Locke! Stop, Locke! The file again warned loudly, for the grunting sound that was coming from Locke's mouth made her feel something very bad. It's too much like a sign of a vicious person or thing that has become more serious in those mysterious events we have experienced in the past. Fortunately, Locke seemed to hear it, and the voice faded away, leaving Locke gasping for breath and stopping in place.

For a moment, moans and wheezing seemed to become the only rhythm in the land.

"Locke! Locke! Jung and the sheepdog seemed to be in better shape, shouting as they straightened up and moved vigilantly in the direction of the other survivors, as if guarding against Locke and the survivors who were in pain.

"It's okay, don't think about it, it's okay." File, Jung, and the Shepherd took turns using these words to comfort the survivors who were in pain, because they did it and felt that others would do the same. However, as they had guessed, Dada and the others seemed to be finding the trick. In terms of status alone, Locke was already the most tragic of all the survivors.

The file also began to try to get close to Locke. The man hung his head, his body trembling, and he gradually raised his head as the file was only one step away from him. The file resisted the intense emotion of the immediate shooting, and looked at him.

"No, it's okay......" Locke's voice was soft, but it still made the file hear, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"Locke?" The file confirmed.

"Well, I'm fine." Locke said in a trembling voice, and this time, the file finally had some sense of stability.

"Don't think too much about it, you're already a veteran and know what to do." The file is reminded.

Locke's eyes were still bloodshot, and he covered his face as if he couldn't stop crying. No one could imagine what he had been through before, and he was reluctant to tell anyone else. The things he had seen were his privacy, and it was this privacy that made him feel that he was vaguely reminded of something even more terrible. However, at this time, the more he calmed down his mood and crowded out those complicated thoughts, the more he could not find the shadow of the terrible thing that he had once thought of. If he could, he didn't want to go through it a second time. But to be exact, the first time has not passed.

Locke rubbed his face and wiped away the welling tears. Although his head was still buzzing again, it was much better than before, and he had not forgotten his previous hysterical performance.

"Okay? Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. The file said as he put away his knife and gun. However, Locke didn't show any more signs of attacking, so she simply put away her weapon, sat aside, grabbed the man's shoulder, and hugged it hard.

"You were the worst of the game today." The file deliberately said in a mocking tone.

"There's nothing to say, if you can still get into the bar, it's all mine." It took a long time for Locke to say this, and the content and tone really put the file at ease.

"I almost thought you wouldn't come back." The file said.

"You've shot me, it's dangerous." Locke frowned and pulled the bullet from his thigh wound, "What the hell is going on?" What happened to the others? ”

"Probably just us." The file said with some frustration: "We failed. ”