Sudden crises make many people unable to think too fully, and the brains that are good at research, even if they have a good response speed to sudden research problems in the research process, are not as fast as they think in the face of other crises. In most people's minds, people who are in a safer area behind will have a calmer mind, but everyone needs to deal with problems based on their own knowledge and experience before the message is conveyed from behind.

It is difficult to say which direction the danger from the "virus" came from, or from what channel. Maybe it's a breath, maybe it's an illusion that I don't even understand, maybe it's a mental oppression, or maybe it's a physical discomfort. Protective clothing can only provide psychological comfort, which has already been shown in past crises, and this time it has been fulfilled, if it is still shocking, it is just a fluke of the researchers who chose to return to investigate.

It seems that the pervasive infection erosion, obviously you can't see half of the enemy, but you can feel that the invisible enemy has filled every micron of air. It's a flickering light, it's a swaying shadow, it's some kind of impulsive induction, it's the madness of the companions around you, there is no betrayer in the team, but it makes people deeply feel that the betrayer can appear at any time, and no one can blame a mad psycho to attack others, right? Even if you are mentally prepared and alert to the illness of your companions who may appear at any time, once the situation occurs, can you react?

No one can predict how far the situation will collapse and how severe the danger will be for themselves and others.

The unknown, the unknown darkness is enveloping everyone's heart.

The people who tried to retreat had enough reason and knowledge to recognize that they and the others were in a psychological panic. However, when they tried to use their reason and knowledge to get out of this cycle of psychological panic, they did not get the support of the rear researchers for a long time, and even if they took the initiative to contact them, they did not respond, even if the network signal was still intact.

"Area D is missing."

"Zone C too."

"We're supposed to be isolated, but the guys on the first and second floors can survive even if they jump, right? If I were them, I would definitely choose to do that. Someone muttered this, and there was a deliberately suppressed horror in his tone.

"No, probably not. You look out the window. Someone next to me quickly alerted. After that, some people vigilantly followed, outside the flickering lights in the corridor, the half-open and half-hidden windows seemed to reflect the shadow of some kind of existence, but if you look closely, you will find that it is your own illusion, but after knowing that this is vinegar, you can't help but feel more mental pressure on yourself For potential patients with doomsday syndrome, any mental pressure may become the fuse of the disease.

A few people immediately shrank their heads back, not daring to look again, but a few still held back their fear and looked downstairs, but they saw nothing. Someone next to me asked, "What do you see?" They only swallowed, as if they were half paralyzed, and twisted their bodies stiffly, their faces full of horror.

"What the hell?" Those who didn't look, and those who didn't dare to look, were a little anxious. However, these people seem to really see something terrible, but they can't organize the language, and the whole person seems to have aphasia. At this moment, the eagerness of the others also cooled down, and they did not look downstairs anymore, nor did they put forward the idea of "jumping off the building" again.

The previous companions who rushed out of the window in a frenzy as if committing suicide were probably not "falling to their deaths". But no one can answer how they died, or whether they died, and what it was like to be outside and downstairs. If it is an anomalous phenomenon, is it really an external phenomenon, or is it just an illusion?

Nobody knows. No one is trying to find out anymore.

“…… How many people just looked out the window? The head of the research team asked in a low voice.

However, no one can say this question clearly.

"Did you see it?" Someone asked the principal so rhetorically.

The principal did not answer directly, but continued to ask, "Do you think I have seen it?" ”

The conversation was interrupted by the person next to him, saying, "If there's really something down there, should we go downstairs?" ”

"If we go to the roof, we can build a bridge to the building next to it, and the distance between the two buildings is no more than 10 meters." The principal's answer was a lot more reassuring. If you can't go upstairs and downstairs, then your own people are in a desperate situation. Although I don't know what else will happen upstairs, as long as there is a plan, it can at least give people some psychological comfort.

"So...... Going upstairs? Someone asked. There was no sound for a long time, as if they were all waiting for the person in charge to make a decision.

"No one objected, so I went upstairs. Who is against? The principal asked everyone, and there was only another silence, and now the choice became clear.

"Then let's get moving." The principal was the first to stand up from his half-crouching state, as if hiding from something, hunched over, staggered steps, and trotted towards the corridor like a cat. As soon as he moved, the people around him followed without thinking.

The communication in the team has also become dysfunctional, knowing that his companion is behind him, or above or under his feet, separated by a layer of cement blocks, but the limited perspective of the protective suit always makes people lose the figure of their companion, as if they are already the last person to walk. In the communicator filled with the noise of electricity, there were fragmentary voices from time to time, which was even more creepy.

The lights in the hallway were flickering all the time, as if they were nearing their end of life, but this was the hardest thing to see in a hospital. Everyone knew that the anomaly had arrived, deeper and faster than they had previously thought, and even more so, like a lurker, would pounce on its prey in a more terrifying manner than everyone had imagined when it was self-righteous and careless.

The team that was rescued and summoned by the principal had many more members than Dr. Ander had seen and thought Dr. Ander had been, but if two-thirds of the researchers who returned to investigate had died, the entire research team would have been cut in half. No one can say exactly what the number of people is, what the specific proportion is, there is only a vague concept of "not too little, but not too much", which is a very strange thing, but it can also be explained by a secrecy mechanism.

Even the researcher himself, who chose to return to investigate, suddenly realized that he couldn't remember how many of his companions were, but according to the team, there were at least a few dozen. So, how many people are left in this squad today? When this question came to his mind, it suddenly made him feel like his hair stood on end. He didn't want to think about it that way, he was a staunch atheist, but the plots of the horror movies he had seen in the past still came to mind: after the ghost killed someone, he disguised himself as a member of the army and continued to lurk in the team.

Almost out of fear, he didn't stop, and turned to count the number of people who were following him. The number of people in front of him was conclusive, but the people behind him didn't have a strong sense of presence, perhaps because the hazmat suit was too heavy and tight, blocking most of the information that the body could feel.

"Zone D is all gone." As they walked up the stairs, someone in the group said this, but it was unknown if anyone could see who was speaking. The lights in the stairs are dimmer than those in the walkway, and this kind of ghostly brightness is definitely not usually visible. Even if the equipment is damaged, it will only make people feel more terrifying if it happens at such a coincidental time period now.

"The last communication came from Dr. Ender's room...... Something unusual seems to have appeared there. Fortunately, another person immediately picked up on the words of the first one.

"Hallucinations?" The principal's voice was distorted to resemble a human voice in the airwaves.

"Probably an entity." The man replied without hesitation, obviously more inclined to this answer in his heart.

"Since the entity has appeared, you can't just leave." The principal shouted to all who could receive his communication, "The level of this mutation will cause us to lose our normal senses, and we will not be able to find a way out with our eyes and senses until that anomalous entity is destroyed!" ”

"You know what that thing is?" It was as if he was nervous, and immediately someone asked rhetorically as soon as his words fell.

"No, I don't know, but I've encountered quite a few similar situations when I've been looking for you guys." The principal's voice was calmer than the others, more than usual full of the charisma and courage of a leader, "We don't have a choice, no one knows what's downstairs, but it's certainly not a good place to go, we can only choose to go upstairs, pass through Zone D, and climb up to the rooftop." Perhaps when we investigated before, we should have chosen to go directly to the rooftop...... Everyone, from my experience, the easiest place in this building to understand the danger is Dr. Ender's residence and the three girls' residence, what will happen in their rooms, even if you don't know, I believe you are mentally prepared, right? ”

When he said this, he was silent for two or three seconds, and although he couldn't hear any responses from others, he seemed to be able to feel some atmosphere, so he continued: "Compared to those anomalies that are not clear, have no signs, and cannot be mentally prepared, I think we should choose those anomalies that we know in our hearts, so you can understand it, right?" ”

"Yes, I can understand." Finally someone responded. After that, one or two, they all responded like this.

"That's fine, it's better for us to actively choose those dangers that we are at least psychologically prepared for, than to be unaware of them." The principal continued to say in an encouraging tone: "Now, we have no better choice. You can only make a bad choice that you can accept from all the bad options. Nobody here wants to die in danger they don't even know what it will be, right, and no one wants to turn around and run downstairs, right? ”

"Yes, no, although I still have some doubts about downstairs, but now I can only rush up." Someone responded.

“…… If everyone chooses to go to the rooftop, I will follow the crowd. Someone else replied with some discouragement, "I don't dare to run downstairs alone." ”

"Do you want to vote? Upstairs or downstairs? Someone then suggested it in a joking tone, but, of course, no one responded positively.

"Then keep going up." As if holding up something, the principal suddenly straightened his waist and rushed up the stairs with the momentum of a tiger coming out of the cage.

The people behind also seemed to be spiritually inspired and quickened their pace. Then, they didn't know how many times they had turned around the corner of the stairs, and each time they came across an exit that led to the verandah of the floor, they didn't choose to go out, but just rushed up with all their might.

Until someone suddenly woke up: "No, no, no, no, no!" How many floors does this building have? I don't remember exactly, but it shouldn't be that high, right? ”

The man in front was a little out of breath, and the communication was interrupted by the cacophony of electricity, as if he was about to breathe. However, the people in front did not stop, and the people who asked the questions did not dare to stop. After a while, it seems that someone finally realized that there was a problem here. He heard an answer from the communication: "Zizi...... I don't know, I counted...... Zizi ...... Didn't stop...... Zizi Zizi ......"

The intermittent echo could only be understood with suspicion, and the man couldn't help but have a strong sense of ominousness, and when his pace slowed down, he saw the figure in the protective suit running in front of him turn up another flight of stairs, and disappeared in a few blinks.

"......" was a little confused, but he still felt that the situation was very wrong. Then, he realized that he should not be at the end of the line, and after he slowed down, there was no reaction at all.

No...... No, no, no, no!

He realized something, and slowly turned his body to look back......

The person running in front of him had a sense of déjà vu that had suddenly come back to his senses in a feeling of extreme discomfort. And when he had to slow down because of the intense discomfort coming from his body, everyone in front of him seemed to have seen the end, and the march of the team slowed down. Then the lead officer spoke: "We have arrived. So one by one the people squeezed upwards, and soon the staircase, which was not very wide, became crowded.

However, at this time, everyone saw a locked door in the dim light, which should be the reason why the door to the rooftop was locked, in fact, everyone knew in their hearts that in this hospital, there are many examples of patients with doomsday syndrome jumping from the rooftop to commit suicide at the onset of the disease, and the famous "Gao Chuan" cannot be avoided.