The dangers of the night have only just begun, and we have broken through a strange encirclement, but that doesn't mean it's over. Looking down from the top of the towering rock, you can feel that the weirdos are born in the ashes where they cannot be clearly seen by the naked eye, and where they are not visible to the naked eye, they must be the same. In this deepest night, no one can kill all the weird, and even the speed at which the weirdness in a range is not as fast as the speed at which the weird is born in a place where you can't see. It's impossible to count how many weirdos are born out of this nightmare, but if weirdness attacks people on their own initiative, then the terrible number is enough to kill everyone. In this nightmare, people's fear of the deepest night is not unfounded. Although this nightmare may not have been produced for a long time, people's perception of the deepest night is shown in a "long history" way.

I'm not the first person to enter this nightmare, and I'm not the one who has been in it all the time. Some of the people I met were not the "natives" of this nightmare, but they considered themselves to be the "natives" here. They perceive this nightmare in terms of "the world in which they live" and see us as "outsiders". At the same time, they will pass on to us what they know about "history", so that we can have a general understanding of the "deepest night" in a very short time.

Without sufficient information, even "outsiders" would have no way of verifying when this nightmare was born, and it would be difficult to determine whether this was a real world or just a nightmare. It's dangerous and addictive, like the discovery of the New World, but the scariest part is that. There seem to be many resources here, it seems that people can gain power, have all kinds of novel knowledge, and seem to expand people's horizons, but the things that are obtained in this nightmare are all vicious. And the whole nightmare is also developing in a vicious direction.

In other words, because it is malignant, it is called a "nightmare" rather than a "sweet dream". This malignancy cannot be reversed, and the real reason for its irreversibility cannot be found in this nightmare, or in other words, all the clues in this nightmare are fragmentary. Fragmented, full of cover-ups, and do not point to the real cause. Therefore, even if the hunter continues to pursue the deep night in this world, he will not be able to find the truth and reap the reward, on the contrary, it will only make them fall into despair.

Even for us "outsiders". Looking at the world from the perspective of "beyond the nightmare", there is no way to find out the origin of this nightmare. There is no way to stop the development of the night. Beyond the nightmare, there is the world of the repeater, and the world of the repeater also has the illusion of doom, and beyond the illusion of doom, there is the reality of the hospital, and in the tower of the nightmare, you can directly receive the information of the reality of the hospital. It's a terrible loop of information. It is even uncertain whether the reality of the hospital is the end. And no matter which world you look in, standing inside the world and looking outward, and standing outside the world and looking inward, the answer you get is also different.

These are huge quantities. Complex, paradoxical information is simply incomprehensible with human cognition, and I think that's one of the reasons why people go crazy in search of answers. In other words, it is the inevitable doom on the road to the truth. What's even more terrifying is that the reason for the qiē is itself malignant, and it is shown in the form of an "apocalyptic process".

If a person who is constantly aware of the world, a person who is constantly thinking and working hard, can continue to grow and theoretically conquer everything, then, in such a statement, there is one point that cannot be ignored, and that is time. People need time to think, to work hard, to learn, to know. Therefore, the absence of time, the deepest despair, is more frightening than confronting any viciousness.

Yes, it is clear to me that we do not have time.

There is no time to think about answers, no time to understand the world, no time to figure out where to go, and no time to grow.

I think that when I face the "virus" and the "river", what I feel is the sense of fear that is extraordinary, beyond a qiē, as if it is bred from the instinct of life, is actually the instinctive sense of "lack of time", and then the fear that arises, rather than the food chain in common sense.

When you recognize the "mystery" and peek into the "doomsday process" from your own experience, the irreversible pressure you feel is not that the "doomsday" is invincible and predestined, but that you don't have enough time to reverse it and defeat it, and then you feel powerless. Although, judging by the results alone, it is the "end times" that are about to destroy a qiē, and people cannot resist. But in terms of process and origin, it is different. It's not that we don't have the ability to overcome this qiē, it's that we don't have the time to overcome it. For any life, it takes time to grow, and if there is no time, the potential for growth is not stifled, but only the possibility of growth.

This is the deepest fear, more terrible than simply "being eaten by something higher in the food chain".

Things, things outside of thoughts, things that stifle growth time, these concepts, cognitions, and speculations are constantly breeding from my mind. These things were things that I had never thought about in the past, and I didn't even imagine or guess them from this direction once, but they just popped out so suddenly, connecting the information I had known in the past and the clues I had collected in a "truthful" way. It's like the so-called "flash of inspiration", but this "flash of inspiration" makes me wonder why this is the time, why is this kind of thought, why does it appear in my mind.

If a qiē is not accidental, and a seemingly accidental beginning of a qiē means an inevitable result, then such thoughts, cognitions, concepts, and speculations appear in my mind, of course, in order to contribute to a certain inevitable result—to make people feel a strong sense of purpose.

I can't tell whether these thoughts of mine appeared "to overcome difficulties and reach the good", or whether they were "to promote the end of the world or some kind of birth". There is no way to judge the "truth" about these things outside the mind, about things that stifle the time of growth. For the not-too-distant future, whether it is malignant or benign. I can't be sure if this change is the result of my own hard thinking. If it is the result of thinking oneself, then "thinking hard" on oneself itself. Is it the right behavior or the wrong behavior?

Thinking about it brings me unprecedented pressure. I like to think, but right now, I can't judge, think about whether this behavior should be done or not.

Even so, I couldn't stop myself from thinking, I couldn't stop these thoughts that seemed to be "flashing in the blue". I can't stop my thinking from following the answer obtained by this "flash of inspiration" to pursue the terrible "truth".

I feel that my thinking is like in a movie plot where the train goes to "a certain place to achieve a certain purpose", such as robbery. And halfway through, he was deliberately switched to another track. But the people on the train can only continue along this track. It is precisely because I believe in my intuition that even this kind of thinking is so "natural", as if it is a reward for thinking in the past. The resulting "flash of inspiration" seems to be "guiding the truth", and I still can't believe it completely.

After a long period of research, scientists will achieve great achievements in a "flash of inspiration". But. I feel that my "flash of inspiration" is completely different from the "flash of inspiration" of zài in these inspiring stories. In these stories, the scientists' "flash of inspiration" has led to the benefit of the world. But if I have a "flash of inspiration", will the end result be like this?

To this question, my intuition told me. My "flash of inspiration" is like a science fiction movie in which scientists complete a "virus" that will destroy the world in order to find a cure for diseases and benefit mankind.

This is a vicious "flash of inspiration". A kind of wrong result obtained after hard work.

I thought about giving up and stopping myself from thinking in this direction, but, as I said before, even the act of "thinking" itself cannot be stopped. Even if I have some doubts, the concepts of "possibility" and "probability" in my past preconceived knowledge still make me unable to completely abandon the "probability" of this tendency to think about a certain perfect outcome that "may exist in zài".

Yes, the emergence of the concepts of possibility, probability, external pressure, "things outside the mind", and the explanation of "there is no time", as well as all the speculations and perceptions of "rivers" and "viruses" in the past. The speeding train that decided to be himself could not get out of the current track at all, and could only hold the expectation of possibilities and rampage towards the foggy front.

My thoughts, my contradictions and self-conflicts, my spirit, began to become confused. Then, the next moment, I suddenly woke up. Didn't wake up from a nightmare, but simply came back to his senses from his own thoughts.

When I realized it, the place I was in was no longer the same environment, although it was still full of the smell of wild nature, and there was always something strange peeping in the shadows that I couldn't see. However, the scenery here gives me a somewhat familiar impression. I seem to have been here, but I can't be sure that the damp path, or the large lake not far away, or the humble piers, canoes, or even a few wooden houses behind the pier, give me the impression of déjà vu.

"Cabin area?" I'm not sure, because this scene reminds me of more places: the real dock of the hospital; the periphery of District 51; In the past apocalyptic fantasy, the town where Mar Jones's house was located...... Not only these places, but there is an indescribable resemblance to all the places near the lake that I know. It was as if my impressions of those places were condensed in a strange and complex way to form such a seemingly simple area.

It's a nightmare, it's a world of consciousness. When I was given such an answer in my mind, I was a little surprised at first, but I calmed down again.

Yes, since it is a world of consciousness, there will always be something that makes you feel "déjà vu". After all, déjà vu itself is the result of conscious activity.

When do we start going this way? Why are we here? I didn't seem to notice this when my thoughts were uncontrollably complicated before. However, it is not entirely without feelings. When these doubts appear in my mind, more memories emerge and specific answers are given.

Clips from the past are like movie replays, presented in my mind.

The man at the front of the line was a stranger, and we were met by him, or rather found, and brought here by him. As for who he is, the answer is simple, he is a NOG person. The lakeside cabin area we arrived at was the hideout of the NOG member organization and the people of District 51 in the middle of the night.

Seriously, they didn't deliberately hide it, they set up a stronghold here for their own reasons. And this place, compared to the shelter I used to be and the tower I visited, was a remote and hidden place. They didn't hide or hide, but I just couldn't find them, that's all.

Half an hour ago, we broke through the strange encirclement under Anna's guidance. Although her guidance is the result of a "deviation" that tends to be malignant, we did not encounter the greater trouble of "deserving of zài" in the first place. Specifically, it means not encountering a more powerful weirdness, or a tighter weird encirclement. Instead, I ran into this person who was operating in nightmares as a NOG.

Clearly, this man is one of the "many mysterious organizations plotting in nightmares".

Let's put it aside, if Anna's guidance, while relieving us of the trouble of being "surrounded by weirdness", will also put us in a more troublesome situation than "being surrounded by weirdness", then the appearance of this person can also be assumed to be the beginning of such troubles. The lakeside cabin area he brought us to, though it was a temporary camp for NOG and District 51 in this nightmare. However, it is not safe, and they are also suffering from the stress of the late night. They came to us, not so much because of their fellow relationships, but because they themselves were in trouble and had to refrain from replenishing new blood. (To be continued......)