I felt as if I had lost gravity, floating abruptly in mid-air, and although the soles of my feet were still touching the ground, it was only a slight touch, and a little reaction force could lift me into the air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info and this strong sense of weightlessness come at the same strong sense of falling, just like an ordinary person staying in a rapidly descending elevator, and the internal organs are simply being pulled. To the extent that I could feel it in every way, everything seemed to be kneaded into an invisible and huge blender, quickly losing its original form and becoming something else that was confused with each other. I had the illusion that I wasn't standing inside a Las Vegas repeater, but stepping on a giant drill bit.

It was indescribable, the incomparably huge drill bit, spinning and falling down with astonishing momentum - it should have been a perceptual illusion, an illusion that should have only come to my mind, but I realized that I had seen with my naked eye all kinds of strange phenomena caused by this rapid rotation and falling, and these phenomena made me feel more and more that the huge drill called the "Las Vegas Repeater" was falling with terrible momentum.

It was as if it was rubbing against the air, and the surface of the "drill" became red-hot, and although it did not burn my body, I could feel the intensity of the temperature. I also saw sparks bursting out, bursting from the inside of the "drill", as if sputtered out of the friction on the surface. I started to hear a screeching sound, which didn't come from the outside into my ears, but seemed to burst out of the depths of my brain and spread to the outside, making everything around me scream.

Shake, tremble, burn, red-hot, spark, scream, twist, spin, shock...... All kinds of things can be described in words, but they make people feel that their meaning is deeper than the meaning of these words and common sense. When I subconsciously explore its deeper meanings as a thinking being, these meanings quickly swell, instantly filling my mind and making it impossible for me to think about anything else.

I don't feel like I'm "screaming", but I hear myself "screaming". Compared to my "scream", any other voice that can be heard in my head is more like "screaming". I couldn't help but hug my body, and the familiar, something hidden in the depths of my body, seemed to be awakened by this "scream" and "scream", and quietly opened my eyes before I noticed.

When I realized that "it" was awakened from the inside of my body, from the inside of my soul, I also felt at the same time that "it" was no longer inside me, as if an unobservable gulf had been opened up from my body and the outside space, and it came out of it, drilled out of my body, and suspended behind me.

It was a huge, indescribable image that could only be perceived but could not be seen and confirmed with the first eye, and there was not even a specific outline, but only in my mind, the "eye" that had become visualized by the use of my imagination.

When I realized that this "eye" was behind me, it gave me the feeling that it was already bigger than my body, and even fermented, expanding to be even bigger than the "drill" under my feet. I knew that the "drill" that the Las Vegas repeater had turned into was about to hit the Sector 51 repeater, just like the "script" of the Color Center and Super Dorothy, but the distance between the two repeaters felt so far before the impact, but after the impact began, the whole process was so slow compared to the changes I felt.

The senses of space and time were distorted, and the "drill" was approaching the Area 51 repeater little by little, and the screams I heard were like auditory hallucinations, as if there were people in the Area 51 repeater, but it was not just them, it was more like the humans of the whole world were screaming. The "eye-like" image that came out of the depths of my body swelled to the point where it felt bigger than a drill, and it gave me the feeling that something was still changing.

It was a very clear feeling, as if I was witnessing it with my own eyes - but my reason was very clear that I had not turned my head at all, and that it was impossible for me to really see this terrible thing.

This huge "eye" becomes three-dimensional from a flat surface, like a thinned balloon being filled with gas, and then more large and small eyes emerge at different angles of the three-dimensional - if I had to describe it in more detail, it is probably a huge, three-dimensional eyeball, with more eyes growing along the surface of the eyeball.

What a strange imagination, what a distorted outline, and I couldn't find the right words in the language I knew to describe the impact of this eye.

But I just know that it is "Jiang".

Why does "Jiang" appear at this moment? Why is it here? I can't answer all these questions, I can think of questions, but more like these questions are not what I think, but weeds that grow deep inside me. My mental abilities were already filled with the sounds and emotions of unstoppable madness.

I think:

-- Humanity all over the world is in my soul, screaming with fear.

The next moment, everywhere I could observe, lost its color, and only black and white filled the general outline of things, which was also distorted, exaggerated, and blurred like graffiti, as if it were merely an artistic image. Everything came to a halt at this moment, only the "drill" under its feet spun wildly - it hit something, it was blocked, but it was only blocked for a moment, and in that crazy spin, everything solid would fall apart.

Of course, I know what the "drill" hit - the 51st repeater.

Naturally, I also knew that this crazy and distorted change in front of me was caused by the collision of two repeaters full of mystery in the most direct and crude way. I have a premonition of the spread of the shock in the collective subconscious of mankind, but I cannot really imagine in what way and to what extent the storm that will arise in the depths of each person's consciousness will have an impact on the human world.

The shock has begun, but it is only the beginning.

The next moment, my mind went blank, I didn't know what I was thinking, and when I regained consciousness, I didn't know how much time had passed, and it seemed like it took me a long time to retrieve the memories before I lost consciousness, but those memories, there were only crazy and distorted impressions, and they failed to reveal a more specific process.

"Is it over, is it over?" I've realized how crazy it really is for repeaters to crash into each other. However, it was only at this time that I realized that this was a crazy thing. I simply felt that my previous decisions and actions without thinking were simply incredible. However, the impact eventually took place, and it was completed just like the "script".

My regaining consciousness was reconstructed in an instant—and it was because I was able to think, that I was able to ask myself, that I was able to confirm that I still existed, or that I had survived the impact.

However, I immediately realized that the impact, while it had taken place, was not over. The drill bit under my feet was still spinning rapidly, making a creaking sound, and I didn't know if the drill itself was cracking, or if the repeater in Area 51 that the drill bit hit was cracking. Through the huge drill bit, I couldn't see the Repeater in Area 51, and everywhere I could see at this time, it was all distorted, and I couldn't distinguish the shape of things, just like I was the only thing left with myself and the Las Vegas repeater that became a drill, the only thing with a concrete shape.

I could not express any emotion about such a scene, and none of the words I could know, the most exquisite description, could describe the essence of what I saw and felt, and when I began to try to describe it, what I described was already a plausible barrier to what it was. But I still can't help but depict, record, and analyze what I see and feel in the language I can.

I knew I couldn't draw any concrete conclusions, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.

It was these fruitless reflections that reminded me of "Jiang". However, the "eye" image had disappeared before I was aware of it, as if it was really just an illusion and had never appeared.

The next moment, the next moment after I had regained my ability to think and picked up the memory of the previous moment.

I felt the drill bit under my feet sink sharply and rapidly, as if it had broken through a hard obstacle, and there was no obstruction under the obstacle, but the drill bit itself seemed to have reached its limit, not only losing the balance of rotation, but also undergoing a structural dissociation. I can't confirm the specific status of the Area 51 repeater, and I can only guess the state of the Area 51 repeater by sensing the state of the Las Vegas repeater. So, I'm very sensitive to the state of the Las Vegas repeater, and I don't feel like I'm feeling wrong at this moment.

The Las Vegas repeater was indeed collapsing, and I saw a crack spread from a distance to my feet, like the center of an earthquake, and the earth was torn into a valley by an invisible force. I tried to jump, no, I should say, I had been blown into the air by the impact, trying to rise even higher. However, the invisible force from my feet wrapped around my feet like a rope, and no matter how much I struggled, it could not stop this force from pulling me into the cracks.

I tried to keep my eyes open, I didn't know what was going to happen, the collision between the repeaters was unprecedented, not to mention that the collision was so violent that both repeaters began to collapse. The void in my consciousness made me feel that I was able to resume thinking and was lucky to stay in the Las Vegas repeater.

The impact is so intense that the phenomena that arise from beginning to end make people feel completely malicious, that it is a change that is not friendly to any thinking being, and it is happening in a way that is not even cognitively accurate. I felt like I was going to die, even if it was compared to the final weapon, and the feeling of "dying at any time" was the same as when I last died.

Maybe one more time, it won't be so lucky, right? I couldn't help but think so. But even so, my eyes were wide open, not wanting to let go of any of the changes I should have seen and perceived.

Then, I went back to my room.

When I recovered from the shocking phenomenon and the powerless struggle, it was like a person who had been struggling desperately at the time of drowning was finally rescued and confirmed that he was alive, and then I suddenly realized that I was staying in a new environment that gave me a little bit of security.

Crudely stitching together the cognition of the previous moment and the cognition of this moment, one can only come to the conclusion that I fell into the crack created when the "drill" disintegrated, and fell straight into this room.

This conclusion seems to indicate that I am entering the "inside" from the "outside", but my feelings point to this as a misperception. Even when I stood on the surface of the Las Vegas repeater turning into a "drill", I stayed inside the Las Vegas repeater. The so-called concepts of "outside" and "inside" are not correct in one's own perception and understanding, and the rough patchwork of cognition is also incorrect.

A voice spoke in my mind: I had been in this room all the time, and I hadn't gone anywhere.

Through the window, I saw the room opposite, and Dr. Nguyen Li, who had disappeared for a while, was watching me outside the window again.

"The doctor ...... "I had a very strong premonition, and I couldn't understand it, because, when I had a hunch, it had already happened.

Dr. Nguyen Le gave me a shallow smile and the distance between us began to widen. Neither of us moved, sitting in our chairs, looking at each other, my room and hers, but it seemed to be speeding in opposite directions. I wanted to stand up, I wanted to speak to her, I had a stomach for an answer, but I couldn't do anything - this moment I was like a soul that had lost its body, couldn't do anything, or even just recognized my own existence.

As the room moved away, I "saw" that one-third of the volume of the entire Las Vegas repeater had been separated from the whole, and the parts that had broken away from the whole began to crumble, like blocks falling from a huge Rubik's Cube, and these blocks were still crumbling into smaller blocks, and so on and so on, until they turned into shimmering silver star chips, and disappeared from the dark dark space that seemed to be the universe.

The room I was in was one block, and Dr. Nguyen Li's room was another, her block was still in the Las Vegas repeater, and she was like a voluntary prisoner, locking herself inside, and my block was tumbling and drifting towards the deepest darkness in the universe as if it had been ejected. When I saw the overall outline of the Las Vegas repeater, I also saw the outline of the Area 51 repeater - the repeater that was hit was also collapsing at a faster rate than the Las Vegas repeater.