What he saw was no longer a hallucination that frightened him, and Dr. Ender realized that perhaps in the eyes of others, these terrible, weird, and incredible phenomena, the crimson moon and the misty fog, were non-existent, but for himself, if he ignored the hidden dangers, he was in danger of death. This consciousness is so strong that suddenly, it is like knowledge that has been seen in the past but has not been understood, and after a sudden realization, it can be connected. Dr. Ender, however, preferred not to have such an awakening, for he felt that in this intense and sudden awakening there was an even more terrible hazy secret, which was luring itself into a trap little by little.

Dr. Ander was still walking down the corridor, he couldn't tell how much time had passed, and he couldn't remember how far he had walked, the corridor could be seen at a glance, with the staircase and the doors lined up, but the road ahead was repeated and repeated, and it seemed that there was no end in sight. And I had opened many doors – some of them were not, of course – but there always seemed to be doors that I had to keep opening. And those doors that are opened and those that are not opened also seem to have some kind of unverifiable regularity, for the perspective of ordinary people, it may just be opening the door randomly, but Dr. Ander feels that when he is immersed in that violent thinking, the actions he does that are not completely dominated by his own subjective consciousness actually have a certain vague purpose, however, even he himself cannot confirm its purpose in this way.

It's as if there is a second personality that governs the actions of this body. Dr. Ander has seen many mentally ill patients, and in the process of studying the "virus", he has recorded the behavioral characteristics of many patients with doomsday syndrome, and those characteristics that he knows and records are all confirmed in his performance at this moment. And this process is like repeatedly emphasizing that he himself is already a patient with doomsday syndrome.

Even if you know, you have to emphasize it again and again. This emphasis seems to be self-aware, generated from one's own mind, a part of self-knowledge, but also in the dark, as if some mysterious being is whispering in one's own mind. Yes, Dr. Ender felt that he had heard, though he did not understand and was not sure, but there were constant clues pointing to some conclusion that frightened the materialist.

Dr. Ender's body is getting hotter and hotter, and he knows what horrible changes can happen to the bodies of people with doomsday syndrome, and what he is suffering is the same as the people with doomsday syndrome have been suffering in the past. With each step, he consciously stepped on the floor, but his feet were soft, not only as soft as the ground had melted, but also as if his legs and feet were losing their strength.

Although he had already made up his mind to find the three girls, Hakkei, Sakiya and Maso, and had never regretted not leaving with the research team, at this point, even Dr. Ander himself had to doubt the correctness of this decision - even so, he still felt that he had no choice, he had to find them, he had to go deeper into the changes of the moment, and do something that he had to do as a researcher, so as to ...... Save the world.

- Save the world? What a terrible thought.

Dr. Ender realized that there really was a part of the driving force behind his actions, and that was what he thought. And this idea of great righteousness has always been rejected by him, thinking that he cannot do it, and even began to laugh at it at a young age. Why do you think so? He couldn't help but think about it, to find the source of this idea from the past, and his memory was so clear at this time that it was all floating from the quagmire of forgetting. He walked down the hallway as if he were walking in a memory, one after another translucent bubbles that only he could see, exuding a bitter or sweet taste, and such an illusion was so vague and yet so alluring.

Yes, he did think that way when he was a child. Moreover, it is not a strange idea for children who are full of innocence and dreams to have such an idea, and it will even be kindly encouraged by adults. At that time, no matter how harsh the reality was, it would not be in this harshness that a child would realize how stupid it is to "save the world".

No, it should be asked, since when exactly did the idea of "trying to save the world" become a stupid idea? This dream, which seems to be full of light, future and hope, is shrouded in a shadow and slowly transforms, finally making one realize that a world that needs to be saved is itself unfortunate.

Only when the world is unhappy, people are unhappy, and everything is plunged into an unbearable catastrophe, one will want to save the world.

Ah, we are indeed in the midst of an unfortunate catastrophe. And, since the child's childhood, I have subconsciously understood this. The naivety of that time, in today's view, feels the reality of this world so coincidentally. Later, on the contrary, they were blinded by their vision in the process of growing up, and their success in the crowd made people forget the fact that "the world is full of suffering".

Pain is everywhere.

Dr. Ender woke up and banged his head, realizing the negativity of the thought and realizing that it was not conducive to his survival. He was terrified of the constant flow of thoughts in his mind, and this uncontrolled thinking and imagination was dragging his personality and common sense into some endless abyss.

It turns out that patients with doomsday syndrome have been suffering from this kind of pain all along.

- What am I going to do? I must have stayed in this building alone to do something. By the way, I'm going to look for those three girls, maybe the others can't see them, but, I should.

Dr. Ender inexplicably has such confidence. He didn't want to argue whether it was the girls who had the problem, or the people who went to the girls, that caused the "girls to disappear", as long as he could find them, there must be room for maneuver. The point is not the cards drawn by the girls, but the way they draw the cards, which is where Dr. Ender and the research team disagree, except that he doesn't explain to the researchers who have fallen into the magic barrier that he feels is falling into a kind of hysteria that he doesn't even understand, a self-defeating dying struggle, and not really thinking rationally. Even the person in charge of assembling those researchers did not make decisions and behaviors in a rational state, and the most dangerous and irrational person was this guy.

Compared to those people, although they have developed the disease, they are still more rational. Although his mind had begun to be confused, he had involuntary hallucinations, and his imagination and suspicion were not controlled, but he was still more awake than those people - there was no evidence, Dr. Ender thought.

"I'm doing the right thing." He muttered to himself as he walked up the stairs to the floor where his destination was, and opened some of the doors along the route, until finally, before his eyes, only the last door needed to be opened. And that was the room where the girls had been living all along, and even in the most chaotic time of the hospital, the scene in this room did not change, as if time had stopped here, and no matter how grotesque and strange the situation, it would be annihilated behind this door. Compared to the other corners of the hospital that Dr. Ander had seen, the scene in this room was more reassuring, although it lost its sense of vibrancy.

Now, he's going to open the door—

Perhaps when you open the door, you will see the three girls sitting around the table as usual, fiddling with their wonderful cards.

Dr. Ender had a strong urge, but when his hand was on the doorknob, his body was like a puppet that had lost momentum, and his entire limbs stiffened, and he was unable to twist the handle several times. Deep in his heart, he has a further cognition: the doors he opens are meaningful, and his behavior of opening the door is also meaningful, and these behaviors and results are becoming part of a certain factor, a certain key, and the key to combining them to achieve a certain "unlocking" behavior is now.

Whether or not to open this "last door" will determine many outcomes that even he is not aware of. Dr. Ender, after this cognition, still has no way of knowing the origin of this cognition. Even the correctness of the act of "opening the door" that I felt before, at this time, was also refuted and resisted.

The body's instincts are preventing its own subconscious actions. The fear born in the instincts of the body comes from the horror that was inscribed in this world a long, long time ago, before the birth of "Ender", before the birth of humanity, where this world was born. This fear is hidden in the information of the operation of the world, hidden in the shadows of the years, and transmitted to future generations through some substance, and in the structure of human beings, there is this part of the substance, and now, that part has been asleep, people have not studied thoroughly "some kind of substance" has begun to awaken, it is transmitting the fear of time and space to the human brain.

Dr. Ender's mind had such a thought for no reason, and he could not deny it subjectively, as if he had known for a long time that it was not a hypothesis or an imagination, but a real truth though it could not be proven.

No, no, it's all an illusion. Dr. Ender frantically shook his head and grabbed his hair with it, letting the pain take him away from this terrible involuntary "hallucination".

Dr. Ander had a little strength, and this time, before a new thought could come to him, he opened the door with force. Because of the exertion, his legs and feet were weak, and he stumbled forward, almost falling into the room. When Dr. Ander had to use his arms to maintain his balance, he touched something, soft, slippery, not like anything in the room. He didn't see the thing, and when he spread his palm, he saw only a layer of bloody flesh, as if it had been peeled off, revealing a pink texture.

The skin from the palms of his hands to his shoulders was decaying little by little, turning into broken cortex and detaching from his body. Seeing this terrible scene, even Dr. Ender, who thought he was strong-willed, couldn't help but scream.

After a while, Dr. Ander broke out in a cold sweat and closed his mouth. This time, he wondered if he should sew his mouth shut. Whether what you see is hallucinatory or real, your own cries will not help, but will reveal your own location and attract the attention of your enemies. He hadn't forgotten that in this isolated island hospital, there were many Takakawa clones killing people.

Dr. Ender couldn't concentrate, and even then, in a glance that could only be fixed for a moment, he confirmed that there was no one in the room but himself. The three girls were indeed missing, but there was no evidence to prove whether the girls had left on their own or had been taken by someone. It was as if they had never been in this room, disappearing silently, without leaving a trace.

There are only cards on the table, which seem to prove something. However, it stands to reason that the research team has already been here, and Dr. Ander doesn't think that anyone who values cards would let go of such an obvious deck of cards. Unless, unless, these cards only appeared after the members of the research team left the room.

Round after round of strange things and incredible puzzles, Dr. Ander couldn't find a clue for a while. He picked up a card on the table and compared it to the card in his memory, he had roughly read the card research report that the research team had summarized, and he was not too surprised that he didn't really understand the patterns and textures on the cards that looked like stains and some kind of drawing. Even researchers who have been studying these cards for a longer period of time can't unravel their secrets - Dr. Ender, too, doesn't feel that he has the ability to solve them, nor does he feel that others have the ability to do so.

Even so, he was driven by an impulse to put the cards together on the table, and after a long time, all the combinations of the cards had been tried, and the secrets hidden in the cards were revealed, but he still couldn't find a new piece that could put the combination patterns of the cards together.

All of a sudden, things seem to be back to square one. He didn't find out the secret of the cards, nor did he find clues to the girls' disappearance. In the face of such powerlessness, it seems that it is time to give up.

- Another negative thought.

Dr. Ander calmly analyzed, summed up, the information that suddenly came to mind. He realized that his rampant mind had always revolved around an ominous and negative source.