Strange things emerge one after another, making people scratch their heads, and they can only rely on guesses and associations to figure out from time to time, don't try to find the real truth, because, conceptually, it is "a situation that humans cannot really understand". This is "mystery", whether in Doomsday Fantasy or in the Repeater World. If the hospital actually has something that can be called "mysterious" - the closest one, such as "virus" - it must fit this concept.

No matter which world you look at, you can always assume that the other person makes associations based on where you are, which means that the so-called "dependency relationship" is vague and can be changed in these uncertain explanations. This ambiguity is also a particularly obvious common denominator among so many adventures I have experienced.

When you can find your true love in every world and live with it, can you harden your mind and say that only one of them is true and the rest are false?

Maybe someone can.

But that's not the world I can reach, and I don't want to go to that world.

For me, I must have a desperate desire to love and be loved. Whether it's a mother, a wife, a girlfriend, a close friend, or whatever, I want to be loved by them, and I'm willing to fall madly in love with them.

I did a lot of things, and I tried to harden my heart and do some "sacrifice some people, save some people" or "sacrifice the present, save the future", but in the end, the facts I could observe were often different from what I had originally thought. So, my plans were shattered before they even really started. And I feel it. I was never bothered by this failure, so I guess deep down in my heart that such a plan was "forced to be".

I should probably be happy about where we are now.

If the world as I see it is only one side of the real world - there is something similar in science. I look at it from a philosophical and occult point of view.

So, at what cost do I have to pay to wipe out all the "end of the world" and "the misery and pain of my loved ones" that I have observed on every side?

I should say that I don't know how to do it, all plans seem to be feasible, but whether it is feasible or not, I may not be able to do it in the bottom of my heart. However. I'm pretty sure that if it's just enough to pay, then I'm willing to pay for it.

The same thing as the previous plan is that I still pin some of my hopes on "Jiang".

The difference is that I'm trying to take the initiative back.

It is not a passive wait for the appearance of the "river", and its actions. Let it be true to me. Rather, it is an active attempt to observe it, to determine it. This is used to determine everything that is happening around it. The concept of the Trinity gives me a theoretical basis, and I think that it is possible to actively observe the "river" and confirm the state of the "river" through guò, and to do it completely and comprehensively. From every aspect of reality, we should affirm its existence, so as to deny the existence of the "virus", and negate the qiē that occurs because of the existence of the "virus".

Strange theory, right?

According to the concept of "objectivity". If "Jiang" exists objectively, then it should not be a "virus" because of my observation and confirmation.

However, in philosophy, occultism, and science, there is a theory that one's own observation and confirmation have a far greater impact on the world than one's imagination, and that is the change that occurs at an extremely high-dimensional and extremely microscopic level.

If the fact that "rivers" and "viruses" cannot be observed has a profound meaning for us, then, I think, it is probably because they are not affected by our observations and cognitions. Whether it is "Jiang" or "virus", its unpredictability can be explained by such an idea. They are influencing and being influenced by all things, and among them, humans who cannot observe them may have little influence on them.

As a result, as long as they can be observed, such behavior can have a huge impact on them.

If you think about it this way, it is not unreasonable to think that "unobservable" is actually a protective color of "river" and "virus", or a way of survival.

And, I don't think, all observers have enough influence on it. Whether it exists as a "river" or as a "virus" should also be restricted. Given what has happened in the past, I have to guess that maybe I am one of the key factors that can influence it.

Others who want to "observe" and "confirm" it to determine how it exists may not be able to do so at all.

But I can.

What makes me special more than others is here.

If you think about it this way, you may be a little arrogant, and in the eyes of others, you are likely to be scoffed at and think that it is a psychotic episode.

But what other direction do I have that I can try to tell a perfect ending to this adventure story? In the game, the death ending, the ordinary ending, the true ending and the perfect ending are all preserved, and conceptually, only the true ending is the truth in the mind of the storyteller. But for the reader, maybe the happy ending is a little dreamy, and he knows that it can't happen under normal circumstances, but he still has a beautiful imagination and longs for its existence.

In this story that belongs to "Jiang" and "Virus", since I am not the producer of the script and the protagonist, I am not the protagonist, so perhaps compared to the "true ending" that "Jiang" and "Virus" expect, it is likely to be contradictory, even sad and sad but I feel that "it should be like this", I am selfishly thinking that there must be a "perfect ending".

Therefore, my guesses, my associations, my actions, all the factors that lead me to think, change my thinking, and act on them will all become "pushing myself to a perfect ending" in my eyes.

Even if this perfect ending is too dreamy, the way to achieve it is too speechless and ridiculous.

Yes, it doesn't matter.

I need it. It's not what the person who wrote the story thinks is "true", but just the "perfection" that I can imagine as a supporting character, a passive reader.

Such thoughts, in the years that followed, continued to haunt my heart. So that I don't have any hesitation when the situation is unpredictable.

My thoughts are very clear.

Whether hell lies ahead or heaven, it doesn't make sense to me.

The gate, which was supposed to be the third floor of the building, stood right in front of us. When I saw it again at this time, although there was not much change in color, it still looked old, but it had a hint of decay. It was as if to confirm our previous suspicions that this was normally just the third floor of an ordinary building, but now it has become a compartment to hell, or the thirteenth floor of hell.

Before us, there were already quite a few experts looking for a way to get there, and we don't know exactly what they encountered, however. Even if you stay on the fourth floor, the situation is not necessarily very good. Too depressing atmosphere. Apparently some "catalysts" have also been added, making the person who decides to stay in the conference room and wait for rescue very unstable in terms of emotion, even if they have knowledge of psychology, but those people know at a glance that it is difficult to adjust themselves. We are convinced that we are more sober than those people. That's why I chose to leave the room.

Except that we were still in action, the entire fourth floor had become empty and eerie, with flickering lights streaming down the staircase buckles. We stood in front of the gate, in the breathless air. From time to time, there was the sizzling of electricity, as if a dim light bulb would burn at any moment.

"Do you want to go in?" Although they came here without hesitation, everyone stopped at this last step.

"Do we have any other way out than to go in?" When the soothsayer says this, it sounds like he's cheering himself up. Because, her questions are unanswered, neither for herself nor for others. Staying on the fourth floor isn't necessarily bad, but getting out of there and heading to the third isn't necessarily a good choice. We are simply assuming that the third layer is the key to solving all problems, or at least the key to avoiding most of them.

We're trying to find the key, not once and for all, but simply that there's nothing else we can do but do it.

We try to overestimate the difficulty of these judgments, but from a psychological point of view, we all know that the decision itself already means that we have tried to envision what will happen to us when we go to the third level.

It's worse than we think, but it's actually the most likely.

But if you think about it that way, you won't be able to generate the will to act. Staying where you are, although you have to endure the fear of the proliferation of shadow tumors and the uneasiness of the people who fall into negative feelings, it is still psychologically acceptable compared to the unknown danger.

Perhaps, for me, no matter where I stay, it makes no difference. My ability and perspective on events are completely different from those of ordinary people. It doesn't matter to me what other people's choices are, but they themselves are under pressure to make decisions.

At this time, in addition to the strange things, the most certain thing in the environment was the other Demon Emilisation Emissary. I can feel his existence, and I feel that he should be more closely related to the current situation.

How can I find him? In the occult, the third floor of the building, which already has a different meaning, is one of the most doubtful places.

That being the case, I don't think the burden of making decisions should be placed on other people.

"Let's go." I said to them, stepping forward and pushing open the door.

The three of them looked at my expressions, and they seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

The light behind the door was not very strong, and after a cursory glance, I felt that the pattern was like a reflection in a mirror, on the fourth floor. Fitness instructors, soothsayers, and Mitsukasuo followed me out, and they were really relieved very quickly. Because, when we actually stepped through that door, we were not attacked by monsters, and the scenery we saw was quite normal. It can even be said that as far as the eye can see, there are no tumor-like abnormalities in the upper layer of the zài where the shadow of zài is stored.

But I immediately noticed something strange.

Careful people should easily notice that it is such an empty and lonely place, but there is not even a sound. Obviously, so many people have come down, and it has been mentioned before that the normal exits on this floor have "disappeared". Theoretically, the person who comes down again is just a poor wanderer. But now, it's as if they've suddenly disappeared.

"It's so quiet, how can this be?" Mitsukasuka was the first to speak, his trembling voice clearly revealing the fear in his heart.

"Maybe there's something going on here, too." The fitness instructor carefully observes the ground. I guess I figured out the traces such as footprints and saw something.

I pulled out the folding knife and flung the blade out with a crisp "pop" that focused all eyes around. I moved my wrists and fingers, and the shining light of the knife gave me a sense of security.

"I guess most people in the Central Duchy didn't have the custom of carrying weapons with them." The fitness trainer said she was trying to convey something vague. It's hard to think it's a question, but it's hard to say that she's glad to see it.

"Because I often have accidents, I always have a dagger or a knife on my body." I played a trick of the knife, and the blade fell smoothly into the snap, and again made a crisp sound, "Don't worry. If it's a normal person who can communicate, I don't want to use violence. There is no need to use knives and guns. But ......"

I haven't finished speaking, but I'm sure they understood what I meant.

At the time of the fourth layer, the smell of the air is already tense and dangerous, and the third layer is in the process of inference. It has an abnormal meaning, and no one knows what bad things will happen, but in their hearts, everyone is biased towards the idea that "something bad will happen here".

"I also brought some weapons." The soothsayer interjected. She pulled the shocker out of her pocket, which looked like it was pervert-proof, but she said: "Up to 30,000 volts, it lasts for a minute." This value made the fitness trainer and Mitsukasu look at each other, and to be honest, this power has completely exceeded the scope of "legitimate defense". But the soothsayer is a woman after all, and although she thinks that under normal circumstances, there is no need to bring such a high-power electric shocker, but everyone did not pursue it.

"So, what do you have?" The fitness instructor asked Mitsukasu.

"Oh, I-" Mitsukasuka dug into his pocket, but with a disappointed look on his face, he said, "I only have three in-game coins." He spread out his palm, and it was the kind of round metal coin commonly used in large game consoles. In the current environment, it probably doesn't have any effect on people even throwing it out.

"It's better than me." The fitness instructor had a helpless expression on his face, "I don't have anything." But she was soon the first to go out, to a door, and kicked it open, and when she went in and out, she was already carrying two metal rails in her hands. Looking at the shape, it is probably used to hang the projection screen indoors.

She threw a metal rod into Mitsui Tsuka's arms, and the man didn't turn the corner, and hurriedly took it before he had a conscious expression and thanked him repeatedly.

"Let's go, then." I said to the three of them, leading the way down the hallway.

After the three of them followed, they sandwiched me in the middle, and at the front, of course, the courageous Mitsukasu, and the two women, a fitness instructor and a fortune teller, formed a triangular formation to make a decision. The idea of keeping the woman behind and the child in the middle is very clearly felt in this conscious action.

I think Mitsukasuo is a little reluctant to himself.

But even so, I still accepted this intention and did not persuade it.

Mitsukasuka's expression is not very reliable in many cases, but when a man should express his appearance, he will do it, which is very good. I think it's best for him to respect and accept this willingness as much as possible.

In the beginning, we would open every door we passed by to see what was inside, or if there was anyone hiding inside, but then we didn't do it and only chose to open the suspicious door, because, after walking a few distances, we already realized that the environment here has also become unrecognizable, and it looks like the third layer as we know it, but it is not the same at all. The main difference is that this place is incredibly large, and when we first leave the door, the part that can be seen by the human eye is still similar to what we remember, but the area we walked through after that has completely exceeded the total area of the third floor.

The rooms and corridors here are like mirrors superimposed, and many times, people often feel that they have lost their way, turned around and returned to the same place. If you look closely, you will find differences in details, but when you look at them, it is difficult to see the difference. Also, there are many cases where the room is empty, and sometimes. It's really like a mirror, the furnishings are exactly the same, but in opposite positions.

The fifty-meter range of the chain judgment has never been able to detect the boundary of this level. The distance between the ceiling and the ground is about four meters, and theoretically, the chain judgment can penetrate and see more floors, but the reality is that I can see it eventually. It's just the case at this level. This happened in the previous time when the upper layer was raised.

Soon we were lost.

There are so many similarities that we don't know where we are on the entire floor.

It's not that that warns me. The labyrinth pattern is a common form of temporary hedging space, and there is no exit, mostly because the "exit" is not an exit in the conventional sense. It's something else, a meaning, or a way. It is usually possible to meet certain restrictions and be able to get out of it no matter where you are in the maze.

Circumstances that forced me to concentrate. The scorching sensation on the inside of the wrist began to become frequent, and there was a feeling that it was very close and moving—this messenger seemed to be centered on us, constantly moving where we could not see. Let's not find out where he is. And the chain of decisions still can't lock his bearing.

But the relative distance between us seems to be shrinking all the time.

"Where the hell have all the people gone?" Mitsukasu kept muttering, and we walked for more than ten minutes, and we didn't even see a single figure. The alienated environment really makes people unable to find an exit to the lower level. However, this situation seems to feel a little different from what I have heard others describe before. Those who came down earlier were unable to find an exit in the "place identified as an exit". And we can't even determine the location of the exit, which is absolutely incredible in the normal state of this building.

Nothing was found, and there was no more exciting situation, as if it was useless mental tension, which made people feel a decline in spirit and body.

A look of exhaustion appeared on the soothsayer's face.

"Do you want to take a break? It is not an option to continue to act brutally. The fitness instructor said to Mitsukasuka.

"Okay. Take a break. Mitsukao nodded, he didn't look too energetic either.

"It's a little different than I thought." After sitting down, the fitness instructor said to everyone, "I thought there would be big movements, big scenes, or dangerous and exciting situations. ”

"You can't go out, you don't see purpose, you don't feel dangerous, but you don't feel safe either." The soothsayer said, "If there is any human will in this, then I think this fellow must have figured out how to torture us in this way." ”

"It doesn't hurt physically, but mentally I can't stand it. It's the same everywhere, and there's no end in sight, and—" Mitsukasuo gasped heavily: "It's all as white as a hospital!" ”

"There was no sound, no traces, only we could talk to each other, and it was as if danger was coming at any moment, but nothing would happen." The fitness instructor paused, and said to us in a very stern voice, like a conclusion, "I think this is the illusion." It satisfies all the elements that a qiē illusion may have. ”

"What do you mean......" the soothsayer thought for a moment and said, "Actually, the idea of us going downstairs is the trigger for the hallucination?" ”

"We probably didn't even go downstairs." The fitness instructor said, "Otherwise, isn't the anomaly here weirder than those shadows above?" ”

"Everything we encounter is actually ulterior, it's all about letting us see what they want us to see, so that they can show what they want us to see." As if reciting a poem, Mitsukasu said: "They lead us like a toddler, every time we fall, it is for the next time we get up and move forward." So, they started to grow, and they started to make us unpredictable where they might be. (To be continued......)