Some people felt uneasy, and the air in the research institute isolated from the outside world seemed to emit a strange smell, and all these abnormal feelings reminded them of the Takakawa diary that was inexplicably not contained. Although there is no evidence, it is impossible to say why something unusual could happen just by looking at this diary, which may have been written by Takakawa himself—only such a premonition rose in the hearts of those who refused to read it.

The notebook looks very ordinary from the outside, but its origin is full of mysteries. Is this really Takakawa's own diary? Several people looked at each other, and they could see such a question in each other's eyes. However, even if you think that people who have seen it are strange, if you don't look at it yourself, you will never know what is written in it, and it will make those peers who are not weaker than themselves in research work compete to indulge. Did they hear with their own ears what these people had to say: it was a great inspiration for their work?

However, "Takakawa" himself was just a child who did not even graduate from high school, and he never showed a talent for research, and to put it mildly, his importance to the hospital and his support for research work all came from the fact that he was an important sample to be studied. Even if there is a saying like "a long illness becomes a good doctor", it will never happen to a "patient who has been in a psychopathy for a long time and cannot live a normal life". In order to give full play to one's talents in research work, it is absolutely not something that can be done with a "flash of inspiration."

It is further assumed that Gao Chuan really wrote a diary, and unconsciously expressed his mental state in the diary in the form of stories, and even if these manifestations were really deeply related to the conditions of other patients, it would not make the researchers here fall into that state of inextricable mental trance, because, in the hospital, whether in the past or now, research work is never a one-person business. Especially in today's harsh environment, teamwork is required, and yet, the atmosphere of teamwork seems to be being destroyed - it is precisely because of the extreme pressure that the spirit is tense, so it is extremely sensitive to the atmosphere.

"Something is wrong with them." Finally someone said, "It's not really going to get sick, is it?" ”

Those who refused to look at the diary always paid attention to the researchers who read the diary, and gradually, the positions of the two sides quietly changed, and instinctively, a dividing line appeared between those who did not read the diary and those who did. It was only at this time that someone made up their minds and quickly stepped forward to snatch the notebook from the hand of the researcher who was reading Takakawa's diary. But the next moment, he saw the other person's eyes that seemed to be devouring people—the emotions expressed in those eyes were so intense, rich, and daunting, that they seemed to contain a tyrannical impulse, that the person who snatched the notebook couldn't help but stumble back, and there was a sense of panic that made him dare not make eye contact with those eyes again.

The person who snatched the notebook ran back to his group, as if only those who had not read Takakawa's diary were his companions.

A subtle sense of opposition is dividing the many researchers in the chamber into opposing sides, even though this opposition is not what they expected, but it is something they cannot stop. They generally knew why they were so emotional, and the conclusions reached by rational thinking could not dispel the fear that came from their hearts.

The man clutched his notebook tightly, as if he didn't know what to do. The person who was robbed of the notebook fell silent, and even the person who had read Takakawa's diary before fell silent, as if the happy expression before was just a disguise. In the eyes of those who didn't read Takakawa's diary, these companions who read the diary were a little sluggish, whether it was their facial expressions or eyes, as if they were dead, which made them shudder and want to leave them immediately, no, if they could, they kind of wanted to isolate each other as if they were patients.

It's just that, not to mention that the person who takes the lead is likely to cause a fierce conflict, even in the hearts of those who have not read the diary, they also expect the other party's mental state to adjust on its own. Because, the research manpower is too small, and if there are so many people reduced all at once, isn't the prospect that was already desperate enough even darker?

Across the dividing line of the station, the first person to break the subtle and tense silence was still the researcher who took away Takakawa's diary. As if holding on, he said in a weak tone that had already been overpowered: "I will burn the notebook, I don't care if this is Gao Chuan's diary or not, if the contents of this diary will divide us, then I would rather not have it." ”

"That's because you didn't see what's in it." One of the people who read the diary on the other side also stood up and retorted loudly: "How can you people who haven't even read the contents understand the value of these contents?" If there is any hope for us, then hope is in this diary! ”

Hearing such a shout, the researchers who had not read the diary showed a surprised and solemn expression on their faces.

"Do you really understand what you're talking about?" They couldn't believe that the other party would say such a thing, obviously a competent and clear-headed scientist, but it was as if he wanted to suppress the results of his work in the babbling of a patient with doomsday syndrome. Who here hasn't seen a doomsday syndrome sufferer? Who doesn't know what kind of situation Takakawa is like in the hospital? Their job was supposed to find out the commonalities in these patients and study the pathological mechanism, and it is precisely because the patients themselves cannot do such a thing that they are necessary to exist here. Even if the contents of this Gao Chuan diary are really valuable, in the eyes of a sober-minded person, it is difficult to imagine that a fellow researcher, who is also a researcher, would put a patient's diary in such a high and central position.

That loud retort only makes people feel that all their efforts have been ignored.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about!" The man let out a heavy gasp, "If you haven't read the contents, you don't know how important the contents are to our research. These are trying to prove facts that we would never have thought of if we stood in the past. Listen—" His expression was a little irritated: "The facts we once thought were probably just an illusion, the truth is hidden in this diary, and I am about to decipher it, let me continue to look at it, let me look at it again, and I will be able to prove it to you." Our past research has been all about superficiality, and the world of people with doomsday syndrome is far more exciting than we think, and they are not just personalities swimming around the LCL......"

He wanted to say something more, but in the eyes of researchers who hadn't read Takakawa's diary, he was incoherent, and his words and deeds and mental state were very similar to those of those with doomsday syndrome. The researcher with the notebook stared at the speaker, the look of consternation on his face melting away, leaving only a hint of heaviness and determination.

He said, "Maybe you're more sober than you." With that, he called up the live footage recorded by the camera, and he went crazy until the whole process of his suppressed coma was replayed on the huge projection screen, and finally froze on the last hysterical struggle of the non-husband. Buzuofu's lips opened and closed slowly, and the voice was muffled, and the researcher interpreted the lip language: "Don't read this book...... Don't read this book...... Did you see that? I'm not the only one who knows how to read lip language, right? That's exactly what the husband said, right? Why doesn't anyone want to decipher lip language in the first place? Why do you have to open this diary before we can read the lip language? ”

"It's crazy not to be a husband! He didn't understand what he was in, and could he believe what he said when he went berserk? The person on the other side retorted, "Don't you also think that not being a husband is just going crazy?" That's why no one wants to read his lips, and now you're turning this video out, just for the sake of rebuttal. You refuse to believe the contents of the diary, no, you resist it in your heart, because, if it is really useful, it will only make you feel stupid - you don't want to be known, you are just a fool! ”

“…… What do you all think is the case? There was no answer to the person who spoke, and the researcher on the other side, who was not looking at the diary, just looked at the group with a sad expression.

The other party did not answer, but their eyes already spoke for themselves. And this answer undoubtedly made the people on the other side feel extremely disappointed. The researcher who did not read the diary was not disappointed by the other party's radical and stubborn thoughts, and had completely lost his mind, but disappointed that he had not been able to guard against this situation in advance: this Gao Chuan diary was clearly not an internal standard item of the institute, and its origin was suspicious, and it should have been handled in accordance with the handling of the suspicious items, but he and the others were negligent for a while, and even let their companions read the contents.

Although no one could have imagined in advance that simply reading the contents of a notebook would make a rational researcher look so unreasonable, if the regulations were really followed, there would never be a "reading diary". An individual's behavior may be difficult to measure, but objects are supposed to be disposed of.

"Maybe it's too late, though I don't quite understand it and can't be sure at all, but—" The researcher with the notebook stepped back to the table, and the other researchers who hadn't read the diary moved forward in unison, blocking him. No one spoke, but the researchers, regardless of the side, understood what was going to happen next.

"You idiots! Are you really going to throw away everyone's last hope? With that, the most impatient of the researchers who read the diary suddenly rushed out, and with a hideous face, he pushed away the person who was in front of him, trying to find out the researcher who was hiding behind him and intended to burn Takakawa's diary. No one will doubt that once the other party finds out, it will absolutely not be able to avoid punches and kicks, and the whole situation will inevitably fall into the tragedy of cannibalism.

The researcher, who had not read the diary, pushed the man and tried to capture him, but the man suddenly burst out with great force, and with a wave of his hands, five or six people were knocked to the ground. This violent impulse, as well as the mental and strength states that are expressed, are simply characteristic of patients with doomsday syndrome, and make these researchers, who did not read the diary, believe that their companions who read the diary are indeed ill.

The only thing to be thankful for was that only this man rushed forward. If everyone on the other side rushes up, it will be absolutely difficult for your side to resist. The atrocities of people with these apocalyptic syndromes have been suppressed by professional security personnel in the past.

Now there is only one person, and he must be blocked no matter what. Researchers who didn't read the diary had the idea, and they, like their companion who burned it, weren't sure what would happen if they burned it, but the situation was so critical and eerie that it seemed like they had to do it.

The male researcher who burst into the crowd knocked down all the blockers and was about to step forward, but felt his legs tighten, as if he had tripped over something. He thought it was still those who were in the way, but when he looked down, he found that it was the unemployed husband who had been in a coma before.

Buzuofu didn't know when he woke up, and grabbed his heel with his only remaining hand, and his broken arm oozed a lot of blood because of the violent movement. His face was pale and weak, as if he might die at any moment, but his strength was astonishingly great. He was entangled in his frenzy of the male researcher, his eyes weak but with a flashback, the fire reflected in his pupils, and the last stubbornness that burst out of his heart. He didn't understand what was going on, but he saw the fire that was trying to burn Takakawa's diary, and even beyond this fire, he didn't realize how many people around him were caught up in this riot.

The firelight, the notebook, and the man who burned the book seemed to be the only thing he could see.

"Burn it! Burn that book! He shouted, but, to others, it was just a vague, sticky, not at all human vocal cords that gave me goosebumps.

Even so, the Lack of Husband is louder than anyone here, for no one here is more certain that it must be done.

The researcher who burned the book shuddered, but without hesitation, put the fire on the corner of the notebook. Buzuofu saw that the golden flame, like the sun, rose from the blurred landscape.

Burn it! As if he had fulfilled his last wish, he roared loudly at the rising sun.