If you don't enter the world of repeaters, if you can't touch the mysterious mechanism of the repeater, maybe you can't enter this nightmare world, and you can't really get in touch with the spiritual integration device - if I haven't been directly involved in the world of repeaters, then it's only right to rivet them to go through the guò ruling bureau, NOG has really made a lot of preparations for the trouble we have to face, and the relevant information is also obtained from the side of the Doomsday Shinrikyo side.

The Las Vegas building that seems to be connected to the nightmare world should not be able to reach the nightmare world directly, and that connection may be just an illusion, because, standing on the street of this nightmare world, looking at the upside-down city above my head, I didn't see any connection - maybe I just can't see it, but I prefer that there is no such channel at all, what there is, just a direct access to the repeater world, it's just that the NOG team doesn't know this channel, I, The case of John Bull and Zuo Chuan is only a special case. Of course, it is also possible that someone who knows this channel has quietly entered the world of repeaters in an active way. Carmen is supposed to have entered through the channels of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Cult, but I have not forgotten that he mentioned in his words at the time that Cunzài used some channel to enter the world of the Repeater faster than the NOG team, and these people, like Carmen, had been preparing for the spread of the "mystery".

So, the people who have arrived in the Repeater World in Las Vegas should be divided into three parts: the combined team of Doomsday Shinrikyo, NOG, and Area 51 (Area 51 has a small proportion, just a few remnants of the defeated army), and a group of occult experts who act independently. I used to be in the second category, but now, maybe I'm more of a third category.

I quickly found the building I had climbed to get to Upside Down when I first entered Las Vegas. Sure enough, as expected, it didn't have anything special about it in this nightmare. What we saw in the ruins of Las Vegas at the time was perhaps just a phantom, a trap. Although it is not clear why the Nazis arranged it this way. What is the point of this "upside-down city scene that can be seen but not directly reached", or is it just a lack of technology, in short, it turns out that we still have achieved the necessary part of the strategy plan - entering the world of repeaters.

And I entered Nightmare City at this time, based on the above assumptions, it is probably the second necessary part of the NOG strategy plan. In the time before and after, there should be people arriving here one after another. Maybe not only occult experts, but even ordinary people will be involved. Time will tell, and until more changes occur, all I can do is wait and see what happens.

I've been wandering around Nightmare City for a long time, trying to run into something. Human and non-human, occult experts or ordinary people, monsters and demons. It's better than staying alone in this empty, lonely and lonely city, without a clue. It's better to be bored. Before I could find them, though, I woke up suddenly. Without warning, the scene in the nightmare, and the one I saw when I suddenly opened my eyes, produced a strong sense of disobedience. However, this feeling of "awakening" is strong enough for me to remember that the qiē I experienced in the nightmare before was really just a "dream". The ceiling seen at this point is the more real thing - no, maybe it can only be said that it is relatively real...... No, it should be, in this apocalyptic realm, whether it is the outside world, the repeater world, or the nightmare in the repeater world, everyone is the same thing, and this qiē cannot be said to be completely false, nor can it be called real.

I began to feel that the distinction between "reality" and "illusion" was becoming more and more blurred, and I knew that there was no way to do it, and I was not even sure of the reality of the "hospital reality", so how could I distinguish the situation of the apocalyptic illusion very clearly? When I thought about it, I was very tired, and even though it was ten o'clock the next morning, I should have slept for nine hours, even if dreaming meant that the quality of sleep was not high, but I would not feel so tired.

It was as if something was blocking my mind, and I even felt a little difficult to breathe, as if the discomfort in a nightmare had been brought out after I woke up.

If Dr. Nguyen Le had known that I was going to have this nightmare and had such feelings, her previous decision to be grounded would have been undoubtedly prescient. However, even if it was just a mistake, I no longer have the mood of rebellion that I had last night. I know that my current state is indeed not good, and this "badness" is caused by nightmares, but part of the cause of nightmares is also due to me. From Dr. Nguyen's point of view, this must be a further manifestation of my "deterioration of mental state", and her view, from the perspective of doomsday syndrome, is not entirely nonsense.

After all, the Doomsday Illusion and the one in the Doomsday Vision, including the story that happened around the repeater, and the "nightmare" I did, are all reflections of the evolution of the condition of the patient with doomsday syndrome to the state of consciousness, and I am also a patient of the doomsday syndrome, so "because I am a mental patient, my condition has deteriorated for some reason, so I have nightmares, and then I will get worse and worse because of this nightmare", "Because I am a mental patient, I will see those strange hallucinations and produce all kinds of delusions." And so on, which is also extremely correct.

Dr. Nguyen Le plays the role of a psychologist and an ordinary person, and her perspective on things is completely different from the perspective from which I see things, and many ideas diverge from the beginning, but this does not mean that the conclusions she has drawn are completely wrong. Although I feel that Dr. Nguyen Li's decision based on her own position has caused me a lot of trouble, in many judgments, her views are more simple, or rather, more realistic.

Of course, I can see my current abnormal state as a series of negative phenomena caused by the spread of "mystery", the formation of nightmares. I think that it is because of the dangerous situation that it affects me, and that I have to do something about it, and I take it for granted that I understand the situation in this way. But that doesn't mean. Dr. Nguyen Le said, "Because Gao Chuan is a mental patient, he sees those things and looks at the world from the wrong perspective." It is not the world that is wrong, but Takakawa himself".

The most fundamental differences between us are:

"Is the end of the world really alive?"

and—

"In the end, it is the end of the world that leads to Gao Chuan's own psychopathology". Or, "It is precisely because Gao Chuan is mentally ill that he feels that the world is coming to an end, and the qiē he admits to seeing is just because he can't distinguish between reality, hallucinations, delusions and nightmares."

Among the above differences, the conclusion that "Gao Chuan is a mentally ill person" is unanimous.

Therefore, Dr. Ruan Li's conclusions based on the idea that "Gao Chuan is a mentally ill person" are also something that I must face up to and accept. If it's just a simple thought, "Dr. Nguyen Li is wrong, she doesn't understand me". It would make me feel stupid. In this long and unexpected adventure of consciousness, I have not failed to try enough to look at my own problems from a perspective similar to that of Dr. Nguyen Li. And the conclusions drawn from this are also full of temptation, which makes people feel real and relieved-

Indeed, these are the things I have to do if I think it's happening. It's just my psychotic delusions, but the real me. In fact, it is living in an ordinary and normal world, so in this "delusion", the tragic things that happened must be false, and they have never happened. From this point of view. Mae, Sakiya, Hakkei, Marceau, Seise, and Dorothy may still be alive and well, at least, it should be much better than what they encountered in this delusion of "the end of the world with the virus".

But I eventually abandoned that idea. A long time ago, the reason for abandoning this idea may have been mixed with a lot of selfish motives, such as:

- In fact, I yearn for this exciting life, although it is not entirely beautiful, but it is full of a sense of heroism, making me feel strongly that there are things in this world that I must carry, and there are things that only I can do.

- Even if it is the end of the world, he is a special one, and in this link of destiny, he shoulders an important mission.

Thoughts like these make me reluctant to admit that "the end of the world" is just a delusion, and it also makes me think that "hospital reality" is equally unrealistic. Yes, initially, these selfish thoughts were probably an important factor that prevented me from denying Dr. Nguyen Li's perspective.

However, this is no longer the case.

I hope that this qiē is my own delusion, the delusion of a mentally ill person, but in fact, the real Zhenjiang women, the file girls, the colleagues of the Internet ball, and the patients with doomsday syndrome all over the world are living well in an ordinary and daily environment. The abnormal "virus" of the guide zhì qiē is just a "imaginary thing" based on my mental pathology, which is created under the negative emotion. Then, when I "recognize reality," everything will come to an end—a world where no one is dying, but I have to live as a mentally ill person. But so what? And I'm going to be even more miserable, because even in this apocalyptic world, I'm a psychopath. On the contrary, if I only need to admit that "everything is my own spiritual delusion", and I can make all the pain, abnormalities and losses that I have seen and carried disappear, it will not be a happy ending.

However, this is no longer possible.

Because, I was scared, and I couldn't tell whether this qiē was delusional or real -- if the "virus" was real, and the qiē caused by the "virus" was true, then admitting that "all qiē was the delusion of a mentally ill person" would really lose the qiē. But I couldn't find any evidence to prove that "this qiē is just the delusion of a mentally ill person."

Without evidence, I cannot deny the possibility that what is happening today is "real". Therefore, it must also be "real" and do more. Because, doing so, is the least harmful of all the trade-offs.

Assuming that what I regard as "real" is really just "delusional", then what I do has no effect on the real "reality". It doesn't hurt the happy, beautiful and ordinary lives of the "real Mae" and others, and only I am trapped in this boundless apocalyptic cycle and struggling. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, this is a very tragic ending, but, for me. But it's wonderful. I am the only one who sinks, and what is there to be afraid of for a person who has decided to give a qiē to save them?

However, assuming that "every qiē is the delusion of a mentally ill person" is the real delusion, and ignoring the current anomaly caused by the "virus" and immersing ourselves in that delusion. Something will definitely happen that I regret it very much.

So, in fact, I can't face up to the possibility that "all of them are delusions of mental patients". I was afraid that one day, I would not be able to resist the temptation to believe in this possibility, and I would be implicated in Sakiya, Hakkei, Marceau, Tiese, and Dorothy...... and the unpredictable consequences of "Jiang".

Dr. Nguyen Li's perspective is like a sweet poison to me. However, I can't deny the possibility. It's just that we can't face up to the possibility. It's not that it doesn't exist, but it's just buried deep in my heart and never left behind. So, when this possibility is presented to me in the form of "the judgment and conclusion made by Dr. Nguyen Li from this perspective as an ordinary person", it can be regarded as a compromise situation.

At least, I don't hate this situation. Because, Dr. Nguyen Li's observation of me. For me, it's another way to prove that "everybody is living well".

I took off my vest, which I don't know when, had been soaked with sweat. The temperature maintained by the air conditioner made me feel a little cooler. I changed into a set of pajamas, pulled the curtains open, and the room brightened. The house was quiet, and because I was alone, it was a little empty, compared to the nightmare city. But it is full of the breath of life, making people clearly feel that they are not alone. Waking up from the nightmare, I only felt more sensitive to the aura. There was breakfast on the table that had cooled down and needed to be reheated and a message from Dr. Nguyen Li, but there was no important information. She told me not to leave the house as much as possible, and when she went out, she had already locked the door.

I tried, and sure enough, I couldn't open it from the inside. The window is still open, and in the conditions of ordinary people, there is no need to care that someone can go out of the window, because the outside is a smooth and vertical wall, extremely high from the ground, and it is not something that ordinary people can climb at all. It's just that for the "Demon Pattern Messenger Takakawa", it is not challenging at all.

However, since Dr. Nguyen Li has done so much work, I don't intend to go against her will, unless there is an anomaly outside that requires me to come out in person. For now, let me take a break. I calmly took my breakfast out of the microwave and enjoyed the routine of the average person after the nightmare. I suddenly found myself at home and didn't really want to do anything. Maybe I could watch a movie, read a novel, and study the combat equipment I would use in the future, but I just turned on the stereo, listened to Dr. Nguyen Li's treasured jazz music, and sat quietly on the sofa.

After a while, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me, and I looked back to see nothing. Just then, the footsteps changed places, and it seemed to be on the other side of the bedroom. I listened carefully, and the footsteps were gone. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is probably a suspicious situation, because in the logic of common sense, this voice should not appear, but for me, it is already a habit. The anomaly surrounded me, and it seemed like a long time since I lived like this, but counting the apocalyptic illusion I was born into, and the time in the hospital, it was only a year or two. It's just a stormy sea, full of accidents, viciousness, and turning experiences, which gives people the illusion of a sense of time—which is actually quite common in the world of consciousness when there are violent fluctuations at the level of consciousness.

I knocked the coffee table, and the sound drove away the anomaly for a moment, as if a thief had been scared away, but after a while, the footsteps rang out again, this time close. I suddenly realized that from the first time I heard this footstep to the time I heard the footsteps again, although the direction and position were different three times, the distance was getting closer and closer to me. It seemed like I was the target, and I couldn't help but think so. The next moment, there was a distorted murmur from the stereo, as if it was about to break, and I felt a sense of impetuous emotion in my heart, something like something that arose in a nightmare, tumbling and expanding in the depths of my heart, as if I was about to break through the shell that imprisoned them.

I started ringing in my ears, I was dizzy, my nostrils were like fire, I wiped it, and there was blood on the back of my hand. The thing was right behind me, and it felt close, but it was hard to tell how close. A strong instinct made me not choose to turn back, but to launch a quick sweep as soon as possible, distancing myself from what was behind me. I broke into the study, didn't close the door, and didn't even a second passed, when I turned my head to look at the place where the anomaly was kept, only to find that there was nothing. However, the sound was back to normal, the deep chanting of the blues jazz seemed to have never been disturbed, and the swelling emotions in my heart were gone. I looked up at the back of my hand, and the blood stains on it proved that the previous encounter was not a hallucination.

There's really some kind of weirdness there, and the damage it does to me may be unintentional, maybe it's intentional, but in any case, it's not a good thing to get along with. I prefer to believe that this weirdness is full of aggression. I don't know what it is, but there was an incongruous atmosphere in the house, as if it had suddenly cooled down. The warm, bright tones changed abruptly, reminding me of the gloomy gray tones of my nightmares. This home, as if all of a sudden, has become a common "haunted house" in the occult.

The bright sunlight outside the window, even if it is not blocked by curtains, seems to lose its vitality when it arrives in the room, and the dim feeling is reminiscent of the dusk in the mountains. Large chunks of shadow spread across the ground, as if they were about to turn things into "a little dark" and "very dark", and that's all there is.

I don't feel the source of the anomaly, but, logically, it must be caused by the weirdness of the footsteps, and the problem is that I can't see the essence of the weirdness, and I can't find a solution to the current problem for the time being - the easiest response is to open the window and jump out, but I don't want to be so wolf in my own home. I subconsciously touched my waist, but suddenly realized that the knife-like critical weapon was not around. And, even more worryingly, I didn't realize until now that when I returned to this repeater world, the knife-like critical weapon was no longer around.

I was dressed in pajamas, and I didn't have any weapons on my body to defend myself or attack, not even a knife. The weirdness was still nearby, but I still tentatively walked towards my bedroom, believing the props in my room more than the props in the kitchen. And, the sound of that footstep had been heard in there, and I wondered if it would be looking for something there too.

The atmosphere became gloomy and eerie, and the unreasonable haze of the environment was enough to prove that the weirdness had not yet left. Because I can be attacked at any time, and the fact that this attack is nowhere to be found, means that Rush doesn't allow me to dodge before I get attacked. This kind of attack on the spirit has a strong flavor of the Las Vegas city in the nightmare, and I suspect that this thing is from the nightmare. Perhaps, it was because I had been in that place that it was able to get to this side.

If this speculation is true, then once a steady stream of people enter that nightmare in the future, there will be a steady stream of weirdness coming out of it. Is this also a harbinger of the expansion of the "mystery"? I don't believe it at all, the weirdness of the attack on me at this time has nothing to do with me. In the occult, if something strange is brought out of a strange place, it itself proves that there is a clear and direct relationship between that strange thing and the person in question. Perhaps this relationship will be disguised by too much information and emotion, but it must be existing, and it is a reflection of this strange nature.

In this world, there is no such thing as an accident for no reason. (To be continued......)