The shaking was getting stronger and more dense, and I don't know where the creaking sound came from, like something was shattered, and like something was being chewed, was it the wall? Is it the ground? Is it the ceiling? Is it metal? Is it cement? Is it man-made materials, or is it the dirt and trees in nature? It just feels like the whole island is smashing. In the secret room, there are still a few people who still boast of being awake and can face all this intuitively, and they deeply understand what it means to "have nowhere to escape".

They couldn't do anything, they couldn't do anything, they could only stay where they were, waiting for the huge secret room that surrounded them and others to be swallowed and chewed by something. They could clearly see that the delirious companions, one by one, with their godless eyes wide open, as if they could penetrate everything, surrender to the outside gaze that they did not know how far away, were moving slowly as if they were chasing something. They seem to be able to feel the position of this being who doesn't know what it is through these moving eyes - although they can feel it, they can't describe it in words, because the place where this thing is located is by no means "distance" and "direction" in common sense.

Abnormal events followed, as weird as they were, as heart-pounding as they were. Because of the rapid heartbeat, it seems that even the breath is not smooth, obviously breathing air, but I feel that the air is so dense, it seems to have condensed into a liquid, every breath, will let these liquids into the nasal cavity, into the throat, into the trachea.

Feeling choked, they began to cough, spitting out chunks of purple-black substance, like blood clots that had long since clotted dry.

"No, no." One of the researchers was snot and tears, and the stimulation he felt was not just mental, nor was it the fear and despair that permeated the chamber that had caused him to be psychologically distracted. He could clearly feel that his physiology was being strongly stimulated, as if he was sick, as if he had been poisoned, as if the air had changed with his eyes, and its internal composition was already full of harmful substances.

However, it is impossible to observe exactly what kind of harmful substances fill the air, and how these harmful substances are formed. The human body's sensory organs are so weak that they have to invent tools to enhance their observational capabilities, but at this moment, they can only rely on their own nature and function as a living being.

Having lost their tools and leaving only their knowledge, they once again experienced how weak and mutilated they were.

A loud buzzing sound pierced their eardrums. The sudden impact made them subconsciously cover their ears, however, by the time they heard this sound, their hearing organs were already damaged. My head was still buzzing, but I couldn't actually hear any more. Everyone, whether they claimed to be sane or had indeed fallen into ignorance, fell to the ground at the same time, as if some force was pulling at their feet, but they could not see it.

Immediately after, the self-proclaimed sober man saw cracks appear on the glass wall near him, and after a few breaths, these cracks turned into a hideous giant net enveloping the glass wall.

A cracked glass wall can collapse at any moment, and no one can deny that. The main reason for the glass wall to shatter may have been the sound, but the riot that was taking place in the LCL pool put a straw on the glass wall from within. In front of everyone's eyes, the cracks in the glass wall became more and more numerous, and they became more and more fine, and finally in the next moment, they were squeezed from the inside.

- Boom.

The whistling LCL and the clear water mixed together, forming a huge convective vortex, which also set off huge waves two or three people high, and poured into the hall together as the glass wall shattered. The few people closest to the glass wall were immediately knocked down by the waves, swept into the pale yellow liquid, and disappeared in an instant. Their screams were as if they had been broken in the middle of the process. Several of them took a few steps backwards, but they soon realized that there was no way they could escape the chamber, so they had to stop and wait for the next big wave to sweep them in.

People here are not given much time to prepare, and when one tide is over, the next one is set off. After those who claimed to be sober were swallowed up by the great waves, the remaining people who were not invited were swallowed up in the blink of an eye. All that remains is the huge currents of water surging around, colliding, and forming huge whirlpools. Although it is impossible to determine exactly how many LCLs are stored here, it took less than three minutes for the entire chamber to fill up in less than three minutes.

This place that was originally a repository for LCLs has the feeling that it is impossible to store the amount of LCL that is flowing out today - LCL seems to be something that can expand and multiply on its own, which is completely inconsistent with the data they have observed in the past.

As soon as the LCLs touched the walls and ceilings, they shattered, breaking into streams of water thinner than a hair, burrowing into the gaps between the sky and the material of the walls, and the walls that had once blocked the researchers' escape were changing color at a rate visible to the naked eye. The liquid that penetrated the walls and ceiling had begun to connect with the fleshy room that had been alienated by Takakawa's diary, and the whole process was like a blood vessel connected to the heart.

The researchers were right, the entire island where the hospital was located was shaking, and what was causing the island to shake was tearing at the island's fixed foundations, mashing its surface and penetrating its interior. LCL, which once appeared to be structurally stable, difficult to combine with other substances, and difficult to produce chemical reactions under normal conditions, is rampage violently. It is unknown what kind of force is acting on the LCL that gives these liquids terrifying speeds, shaping them into blades and drills. They meandered like snakes, and as if the process of digging tree roots into the rock was accelerated by hundreds of times, branching off from one tributary to another, and each day the tributaries generated flowed violently, interspersed with each other, expanding throughout the belly of the island.

Perhaps except for the staff who manage the LCL, it is difficult for others to imagine that the total amount of LCL will be so huge, even if in the inexplicable consumption, many LCLs have become clear water substances, but when water and LCL are mixed, the mixture is still LCL, which may feel lighter in color, and the total amount seems to be decreasing, but in fact it is increasing all the time, and where they flow, inorganic and organic matter will become part of them. They penetrate the crust of the island and flow into the sea, which has long since deteriorated and is full of decaying substance.

As these LCLs emerge like fountains from the ground and spill over the island's forests and hospitals, every drop of liquid erodes the dirt, flowers, trees, and concrete buildings. There is no place they can't go, they can seep into every crevice, and it's only a matter of time before they cover the entire island, and the belly of the island has been hollowed out by them, and the dirt, rocks, plants, and buildings above it will collapse. Crashes like these are expanding every minute and every second.

In just an hour, two-thirds of the island hospital had turned into a liquid state, roughly the color of LCL, but also mixed with fragments that had not yet been completely eroded and transformed. The island, which once seemed to be very solid and stable, has become like bread soaked in milk, swelling, unnatural, and a slimy ugliness. The islands and everything on them, which had been mostly unconsciously active, were now as if a giant monster was waking up from its deep sleep, with a huge flowing, collapsing, rotting sound, like the sound of hunger coming from its belly.

In the midst of this alienated landscape, which is becoming even greater, in the location of the island hospital, there is something faintly visible, the color and texture of which are not quite the same as the surrounding scenery. Compared to the liquid, viscous flow, it is fixed. It has a fleshy activity, like a beating heart, and in the process of repeating its contraction and expansion, it can be felt that a large part of the water composed of LCL will enter and be squeezed out of this "heart".

The size of this "heart" is extremely inconspicuous in relation to the mass and size of the entire island, however, its presence is conspicuous due to the distinctive peculiarities of its appearance and activities.

The color nexus is on the rise. The violent changes in the interior of the island have created a great force in its place, and it has been held up by this great force, all the material that hinders its rise has been softened, and all the tools used to restrain it have been corroded. It occupies the center of the surging LCL liquid, and it is itself an extended part of the LCL.

In the upheaval of the island hospital, the color center can observe more data, and can understand more essence than any researcher in the hospital, and it has always watched and sorted out the things that are destined to happen from a different perspective than humans. In this hospital, there were many scripts: the ideas of the research team led by Dr. Ender, the thoughts of the people working underground, the patterns of the "virus" that cannot be directly observed in the process of affecting people, and the overall movement of the increasing number of patients with doomsday syndrome, all of which formed their own "scripts".

Each "script" cannot function independently, each "script" is cross-influential, and each "script" is trying to avoid the influence of other "scripts" and turn its own influence into the main influence. The color center is able to observe, understand, and penetrate into it, and turn its own ideas into "scripts", which is an important factor in this cross-influence—it originally thought and tried to do so, but the scripts of the "virus" are often beyond the expected, and the scripts of the doomsday syndrome are even more tenacious than it thinks. Of all the "playbooks" it knows, the hospital "playbook" is the weakest and full of holes, but, from this point of view, Dr. Ender understands this and expects it to be the backbone of the hospital "playbook" to fill those holes.

The color center has been doing this all along, like nails, firmly rooted in the mental world of patients with doomsday syndrome, and filling the loopholes in the hospital's "script" as much as possible enough to compete with other "scripts", and on this basis, it will cooperate with Super Dorothy to depict their own script on the basis of the hospital script.

This has always been effective and safe, and in the midst of repeated temptations, they hide behind their backs, avoiding the unpredictable effects of the "virus" from happening on them. To be more precise, it is precisely because even if they change their form, they are still doomsday syndrome patients, and this ability that looks strange and mysterious to others is just the result of being invaded by the "virus", so they can't go to the foreground and confront the "virus" directly.

The script of the hospital and Gao Chuan's activity have always been the two strongest barriers in front of them, because with the barrier, they can even go deeper into the apocalyptic illusion in a more direct posture at a certain time, trying to make more in-depth observations. They had planned to do this step by step, little by little, little by little, and then, one day, they could figure out all the factors that are affecting people with doomsday syndrome, and find ways to deal with them. With such a stupid method, the influence of the "virus" can be completely eliminated, the patient can be effectively treated, and the "virus" itself can be eliminated, or the serum antibodies can be produced to deal with all the means of "virus".

However, things don't always go so well.

It is difficult to grasp the law of the activity of the "virus", and when the "virus" is active, the deterioration of the condition of the patients with doomsday syndrome and the spread of the "virus" around the world are far faster than the progress of oneself. To put it simply, you are racing against the disaster, to see whether you are caught up by the disaster faster, or you can run away faster, as long as you can buy enough time, you have absolutely no "despair", however, the speed of the disaster is far faster than you imagined, and the way it is chased is even more abnormal than you think.

Even when he finally tried to stop and turn around and give the other party a go, the plan that had been made for a long time was ruined by a sudden and completely unexpected drastic change.

It is an unfamiliar and holistic influence that directly or indirectly affects one's own activities and thoughts, and even affects the activities of the "virus" through the patients with doomsday syndrome themselves.

No matter how complicated it is, at least, even the combination of the Color Center and Super Dorothy has not been able to fully dissect the relevant factors, and it is impossible to eliminate this effect in a short period of time.

Because it cannot be eliminated in a short period of time, the consequences have already occurred, and great changes have become a trend that they cannot stop.

The color center had to rise, to come out of the barrier that was both to restrain and protect itself, and to turn itself into a target, if, behind this upheaval, in the ultimate goal of either side, the doomsday syndrome patient was an important link or a major factor that could not be avoided. Then it itself, which is rooted in the patients of doomsday syndrome, must be the inexplicable enemy, and the nail household that the "virus" itself has to eradicate.

It thinks so and hopes it is right.