Cards are laid out on the table, reversed, turned, moved, covered...... In a strange and grotesque intuition, Dr. Ender looked at the strange patterns on the cards, which seemed to be some kind of pattern, like certain words, like revealing some kind of truth, and like a being in the dark who used this way to talk to people. He wanted to stop more than once, but his body didn't listen, and there was another vague will that was playing with it all, but he wasn't sure if there was a subconscious of his own. He felt that he could decipher the secret, not now, but "soon", however, this secret that was about to be deciphered had always been stuck in the future. This feeling made him think back to the research team's intention: there was a secret of the "virus" hidden in these cards, and if he could decipher the secret, he would be able to face the "virus" head-on and complete the first step in the creation of serum.

It seems that the future really exists in these cards, and not in those three girls...... However, Dr. Ander trusts his own judgment more and the secret is with the three girls, not with this card. It was because of this judgment that he parted ways with the research team, and Dr. Ender knew very well that his condition had worsened, and staying in the research team would only be the object of study, and the data that had been made public because of his professionalism would be hidden again. Those people don't fully believe in themselves...... Dr. Ender has always felt this way, and it is logically and empirically explainable.

It is not a matter of one or two days for Dr. Ender to manage the isolated island hospital and lead the research direction. Even in the most peaceful days, there were always those who opposed him, those who wanted to seize the top positions, and those who were politically defeated by him not only did not leave the hospital, but also took root in the darkness of the hospital in a more secretive way, secretly forming alliances to conduct research. He didn't know the details very well, but he knew that those rumors were certainly not unbleed, and the backers behind those people were probably the same forces that set up hospitals and provided resources.

There is nothing really hidden, self-contained in this world, especially in human society, even the most chaotic state of affairs will become part of the order, and this is how human society works. Dr. Ender was well aware that he had not broken the power of this terrible order, which included both the dark and the chaotic side, and he was very contented, and as long as he had some success, he did not pursue the deeper side, but put his wisdom as much as possible on research, and in this way he was recognized and looked good by others, so that once he sat in a certain position, he was always very secure.

However, this time, the source of the disaster did not come from the metabolism and operation of human society itself, but from something else - it is a very obvious fact that "virus" is not a virus in common sense.

He must have his own judgment, he must insist on his own judgment, this is no longer the reason for "the Tao is different, not the same", he is very aware of the pathology of patients with doomsday syndrome, once he does not have a stubborn and insistent thing, his personality will collapse faster. Therefore, you must be different from others, and firmly believe that this difference can make you a "special". Of course, he wasn't sure that this would really save him, but at least he could buy himself more time.

Drinking doves to quench thirst is a knowingly and helpless act.

A large part of Dr. Ender's choices and decisions were based on intuition, as well as the thoughts that grew in his mind when he was in pain, as well as memories that became extraordinarily clear. It is an experience that ordinary people do not realize that they already have a lot of information, combined with an extraordinary logic, by summarizing the laws of the patient's condition.

When Dr. Ender recognized this, he was certain that he had changed incredibly from the inside out, and that he was a very different person from the past self.

Under an inexplicable mad impulse, he stared at the cards that were constantly being moved by him, and at the same time he had a more ambivalent consciousness to break free from this gaze. There seemed to be a hallucination whispering to him, telling him that he would not succeed, and his spontaneous stubbornness and paranoia made him believe that he would succeed.

He seems to feel that the inside of this body is not the internal organs, not the cells, not the genes, not the elements that make up the human body, let alone the composition of each element, but the "inside" at the level of consciousness, where two distinct selves are competing for the dominance of the "self". He felt like he was going crazy, no, he was crazy.

"Stop, stop, don't think about it anymore......" Dr. Ander muttered to himself, slamming the cards back together with a slam effort. Then he sat down in his chair, gasping for breath, the feeling of loss calming the irritable emotions in his mind.

- In that case, you'll have to look for the missing card.

In his trance, he had such thoughts pass through his mind.

Don't go to the girls, because the girls can't be found anymore, his instincts tell him. Although, he hadn't searched the room carefully. He finally understood why the people in the research team said that "the girls are gone", and they must have experienced this inexplicable and real feeling—even if they didn't look for it carefully, but they would have this strong feeling when they stayed here: the girls couldn't be found. As for why? It doesn't seem to matter much in the face of this conclusion, even if, logically and behaviorally, it doesn't seem to be reliable.

Intuition, intuition, everything is intuition, and it seems that intuition has transcended logic and revealed deeper truths. When, and why, did intuition become so important? This is in conflict with the qualities that a researcher must possess. However, even Dr. Ender, who knew this, could not fully follow his own reason.

- Don't look for girls, look for cards, the part of the cards that were hidden by "Takakawa".

Once again, Dr. Ender's mind was tumbling through Dr. Ender's mind what the head of the research team had said to him. Dr. Ender felt irritated again.

So, I had to go and find the cards. This time, it is back on the track of the research team. Dr. Ender felt a taunt that embarrassed him.

"Eight Views...... Saki Night...... Marceau...... "Doctor Ender tried to cheer himself up, calling out the names of the three girls, and he felt his hoarse voice terrible even to himself. The sound that echoed in the empty room was like some demon seducing humans, and he himself was that demon and monster.

Dr. Ender wandered around the room for a while, feeling the night breeze blowing from the window that had not yet been closed, and crawling out of the windowsill without thinking about the ominous crimson moonlight. He sat on the windowsill, a full ten meters above the ground, and he would normally be terrified of it, and he would find it strange, one of the strange behaviors of people with doomsday syndrome, but he did it now. He knew what he was doing, but he didn't feel anything wrong.

Dr. Ender didn't quite understand why he was doing this, but as his eyes swept the night outside the building, he suddenly had a feeling in his mind that he was looking for something. His gaze couldn't help but cast in a certain direction, and he suddenly had a feeling that he had to go in that direction, and that the information that "Takakawa" had once hidden was in that place—he couldn't tell exactly where it was, but this feeling made him feel that as long as he went, he would know.

Without thinking, Dr. Ender jumped off the ledge. He didn't think about anything, he just felt like he was half asleep, but jumping from such a high place, the gravitational acceleration seemed to want to pull his internal organs up, and the feeling of "falling" was so real, but it didn't give him the feeling of "he would fall to death". Of course, he was afraid, but this level of fear could not take him out of this half-dreaming and half-awake feeling.

Then, his feet touched the ground, and he felt the reaction force just like jumping from a meter high. It's incredible, this sense of rational impact makes him feel like he's suddenly woken up. He turned to make sure he had really reached the open space downstairs, and he looked up, still looking at the high windowsill in disbelief - did he really jump from there? I didn't even suffer the slightest hurt or pain. It's completely illogical and unreasonable, what kind of power can make yourself able to do this kind of thing?

It's a superhuman experience that defies common sense, but it's not so unacceptable to Dr. Ender. It's just that he can't understand it, and it can't be accepted rationally and logically. He had not seen any similar reports, although many people with doomsday syndrome had jumped off buildings, and the reasons for their actions had not yet been identified, but could only be roughly classified as psychologically traumatic. Even the special subject "Takakawa" had the same behavior and broke his legs as a result. However, precisely because he knew that the patients who jumped off the building had been injured more or less seriously or even fatally, he doubted that his situation could really be explained simply by "doomsday syndrome"?

The mere fact that he was not injured seems to prove that he has become a patient with doomsday syndrome is also very special. And this special is like what he needs – rather, the situation is like he wants to be special, so he becomes special.

Terrible, incredible, incomprehensible...... And time is running out. Dr. Ander didn't hesitate this time, and although all kinds of thoughts, imaginations, and emotions kept running through his mind, he simply put aside these unanswerable questions and walked in the direction he had summoned himself.

The hospital was bleak, and on this heavy and ominous night, the canopy seemed to be overwhelmed and decadent under the eerily large red moon. The night in the hospital was not completely silent, and in the past, there would have been all kinds of natural movements, even if there were no voices, but Dr. Ender only felt a distorted silence at this time.

He couldn't even hear his own breathing or footsteps, even if he deliberately kicked the stones, he didn't make a sound. The more you move in the direction that your intuition suggests, the more strongly a sense of something is about to happen.

Dr. Ander couldn't help but look back at the dormitory building behind him, only to see that the billowing gray fog had poured out of the cracks in the building, and the lights on and off in the corridor had become faint in the fog, and the room where the girls were, the windowsill where he had once sit, the window was not closed, as if it had never been opened, as if his previous act of jumping from it was just a false memory. He felt that the room was closed, that the entire dormitory building was enveloped by a strange force, and that he had no intention of going in again.

- Did I jump off the ledge, or did I walk out unconsciously, only to feel like I was jumping off the ledge?

Dr. Ender felt a dull pain in his head, and his mouth was filled with a sweet rust smell. He spat on it, only to see that it was already stained red with blood.

There must be something wrong with you, and it's getting worse. With that in mind, Dr. Ander quickened his pace.

Finally, he stopped in an open field. There is not much of a lot of space in this vacant land, and not far away is another dormitory building, the one where "Takakawa" once lived. There were many more research buildings around, but all of them were in a dilapidated state, and some of them were invisible, and it was not known whether they were real people or ghosts, survivors, or those already mad copies of Takakawa.

When Dr. Ender stopped, his intuition told him that digging here, what "Takakawa" had hidden, was hiding here. He didn't think to doubt the feeling, he just stomped his foot, feeling the solidity of the ground. There is indeed a place here that is not covered with cement, revealing loose dirt, as if someone once dug a hole here, but did not have time to cover it completely. Even so, no one seemed to realize that something was wrong with this small piece of dirt, and no one ever tried to dig the place.

If "Takakawa" really buried something here...... Dr. Ender thought so, and by the time he realized it, he had already crouched down and began to scrape through the dirt with his hands. Driven by a terrible impulse and fear, Dr. Ander involuntarily digged harder, and the more fearful he was, the more impulsive, the faster his hand moved, and even the pain in his fingers and wrists seemed to be part of the motivation.