It can't be described as "far away", just like the concept of direction suddenly appeared in a world without direction, and the concept of "space" became clear, and the sudden appearance made people subconsciously understand that it was the light of the "reference object", like the torch of life, although it could not feel its temperature, but it could make people feel yearning from the bottom of their hearts. The light of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info flickered and flickered, becoming more and more frequent, and the duration of each flicker was also extended, making people feel that it would eventually become a light that would not be extinguished.

The people in the repeater in Area 51 lost their voices, and even their thoughts became frozen at this moment, and I don't know how long it took for a small voice to whisper, and then more voices were like rivers flowing into the sea, rushing and surging, converging into a huge and excited sound. The silent and oppressive air, like scorching carbon, seemed to burst out of the ashes, like a fire in the summer that ignited the whole grassland, and swelled with terrible sound.

People turned from shouting to cheering, they were jumping, they were rejoicing, they couldn't find any words to describe the emotions that were buzzing in their hearts, they felt their souls and minds that had been stagnant for a long time, once again lubricated and began to spin faster. For a moment, some people even felt dizzy.

"That's it......" they shouted, "that's it!" We've found it! ”

No one can say exactly what they have found, but everyone also believes that the light is what they most look forward to seeing when they are lost in the collective human subconscious. The sense of space that the direction generated by the light, and thus the clarity of the space, made them seem to have crawled out of a grotesque, gloomy, hopeless hell in this short period of time. They knew very well that the light was not sunlight, but in their hearts they felt that it was hotter than sunlight.

In the excitement, no one gave instructions, but after everyone came to their senses, they subconsciously threw themselves into the work that had been repeated for a long time: confirming, accurateizing, depicting, summarizing...... Data and reports, flowing before their eyes, are transferred from one person to another with an efficiency that they themselves never imagined. Even if there is no definite conclusion, almost everyone believes that they are going home.

Drifting in the collective human subconscious, without a specific time, is like almost a lifetime of time for them.

What kind of anomaly is that light? Is it dangerous? Is it a decoy? These questions are also in their minds, but none of them can quench their desire to pursue them.

The repeater in Area 51 began to deform and rotate, like a crucian carp in the spawning period, and even the reverse current could not quench the desire in the heart.

What exactly is the Holy Land of Doomsday Shinrikyo? Where does the base fall? No one knew, not even Takakawa now, and he wasn't even sure that the goth girl who brought him here knew the answers to these questions. Just because they didn't follow the usual path, there was no clear process between the starting point and the destination, and even no matter how strong the materiality of the feeling was, it was impossible for Takakawa to be sure at the first time whether this place was a material or a conscious world.

The Goth Maiden turned this sacred place into a torch in order to lure the Fifty-One Repeater lost in the collective human subconscious, and that is the only thing Takakawa knows now. For the rest, why and how this can be done, and how it can be navigated by the 51st Repeater in the collective human subconscious, in this place that is more materialistic in its senses, Takakawa knows and cannot understand anything.

Although there are so many mysteries in it that it makes people feel that everything in front of them is false, from the perspective of a mystery expert, these wonderful, abnormal, and completely incomprehensible situations are the embodiment of "mystery" itself. In all the mysterious events that Gao Chuan has experienced, it is undesirable to investigate the ins and outs, and it is a failure, and it makes people crazy and unconscious, and it is not at all because of his own exploration that he can find an answer that goes straight to the root.

As a mystery expert, the most important thing is not to find the answer, but to live with the answer.

In Gao Chuan's eyes, the holy place that emitted white light was more dazzling than ever, and it was more like a holy place than he imagined - only then could he not help but think: This is the holy place of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Religion.

When it was too late, there were signs of cracking in the distant sky, and a behemoth emerged from nothingness, shattering the monotonous but clear scenery with a sense of structure in an instant. However, in the distance, it was impossible to see the true face of this behemoth, and the huge hull was still unable to see the outline, but the moment they saw it, anyone who could observe it would realize that it was the repeater of Area 51.

The Goth Maiden's release was more surprising and effective than any sign Takakawa had ever seen before. The space is like a curtain that has been pulled up, depicting part of the shell of the repeater in Area 51 - even if you have not seen the external outline of the repeater in Area 51 with your own eyes, it is enough to admit that it is the repeater in Area 51, and its appearance makes the eerie and dead pale landscape exude a sense of restlessness, and in Takakawa's feeling, it is like this place that may really be the holy place of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Religion, with a sense of life full of vitality.

The long staircase, the old stone path, the domed buildings, the endless but uninhabited streets emit a sound of limits: it is impossible to describe what this "limit" should be used to describe it: whether it is the limit of volume or the limit of tone. It's impossible to even know for sure if it's a sound or not. It was like a whisper, like a moan, like a murmur when you wake up from a dream, like a low, frantic patient's murmur, without a clear content, but it is completely wrong to describe it as a natural sound.

This sound, this restlessness, in this otherworldly landscape, is like a ripple caused by a drop of water in a waterhole, quickly spreading in all directions.

Something is going to happen, something is already happening.

Under Takakawa's gaze, the Gothic maiden dances her umbrella and poses in a peculiar gesture that resembles the beginning of some kind of ritual dance, as if she were inviting, as if she were praying, and as if she were making an offering. An inexplicable rhythm flowed out in that frozen posture, and the umbrella seemed to be awakened, and it opened abruptly with a snap. A larger, more profound, drumming, sometimes dense, sometimes loose, sometimes high, sometimes low, but all knocking into the rhythm of the heart, silently and densely, pouring out of the umbrella.

The change of the sky, the awakening of the grotesque landscape, and the rhythm flowing from the Goth girl's posture resonated harmoniously in the next moment.

The Gothic Maiden's body began to dance, and Takagawa couldn't take his eyes off her, the ritualistic dance made everything in front of him come alive, those restless, those weird, those hideous and terrifying, those silent and flowing, those that could be depicted from human feelings, but they were not things that could be seen by the naked eye, as if they had become visible to the naked eye.

Takakawa couldn't describe what he saw, but he felt like he was looking at something—they came out of the gaps that the naked eye couldn't see, because they had always been there. They are not made on the spot, but should be described by the word "calling".

The changes that cannot be seen clearly, but can be deeply felt, triggered by the dance of the Goth Maiden, are like oppressing another change that also exists in this holy place. Too many variations involve each other, stir each other, and blur the boundaries between them, if you describe it in music, it is like two different tones harmonizing with each other, suppressing each other, and maintaining the harmony at a limit that seems to be gone away and can be tolerated. However, Takakawa also felt at the same time that the balance of this harmony had been shaky and could collapse at any moment.

This is a different level of fighting, a way of fighting that he is not familiar with, and Takakawa realized this for the first time. However, although he is not familiar with this way of fighting, he is not unincomprehensible, because in his feelings, this kind of perceptual vibration is presented in the form of "rhythm", and rhythm and frequency are also the most familiar forms of Takakawa: the speed sweeping super power he possesses is a kind of magic superpower described by the concept of rhythm and frequency.

Speed, frequency, vibration – these concepts exist in a complex way that cannot be understood rationally, but can be perceived perceptually.

The Holy Land turned into a glowing beacon for the first time. It was as if a behemoth was squeezing space from the void at the other end, and it was the second change. The awakening and agitation of the Holy Land itself is the third change. The dance of the Gothic Maiden is the fourth change. The progression of these changes is as natural as ice dissolving into water, and as unnatural as adding oil to water. However, the change is clear, it is clear, and it can make Takakawa realize that the Goth Maiden's plan is suddenly and rapidly taking shape, as she said, and the two of them have gone from a situation like observing this strange cityscape through a glass wall to becoming a part of this great movement, and thus completely "exposed" to the eyes of other factors that caused this great movement.

It is precisely because I am no longer a spectator, but an enterer, that I have to do something. Takakawa didn't know what he could do, but the instinct of the mysterious expert had made him gallop. The high-speed passage, which could not be observed with the naked eye, gradually revealed a posture that seemed to be visible to the eyes in this movement that seemed to be turned upside down, in this disharmony on the verge of collapse, in the involvement of different movements, and in the strongly distorted space.

It was like a translucent spider web, but each thread loomed, and each one in a different position and direction, so it was impossible to really describe the specific outline of the spider web, nor the appearance of each thread. The description of "spider web" is only because of the sense of interlacing and extravagance brought by these high-speed passages. It was the first time for Gao Chuan to observe these high-speed passages so clearly, in the past, he only confirmed with his feelings, and only felt that this high-speed passage was consistent, and it was a passage that turned differently on the route, but now the feeling clearly told him that the high-speed passage is not "a channel" at all, and even, it is not a complete passageway, and its clear formation is only in an instant, which is shorter than Gao Chuan himself thinks.

It is not so much a planned route as it is a manifestation of feasibility - it is somewhere between being and non-existence until it is confirmed to be feasible, and it is only after it has actually moved in that direction that it freezes in an instant and disintegrates in the next. This transient gap in action after the decision is the time when the high-speed channel of the speed-swept super energy really exists.

Takagawa is like a flash, like a new falsetto in a harmonic on the verge of collapse, like a staff line in a chaotic note, dividing the treble and the bass, the long and the short. What he used to influence the chaos in front of him was not some kind of attacking stance, but the movement itself with the speed sweeping super. The speed sweep itself is the rhythm, the rhythm, the frequency, the inducing factor, and the activity of interfering with the outside world—in what direction to gallop, how fast to gallop, to move up or down, to what place to pass, these details of passing through strange buildings, all of which are really affecting the great movement that is happening at the moment at a macro level.

Movement, non-stop movement, movement from different points, movement in different ways, creates a violent expansion in a limited area, like igniting the air full of dust, which is about to reach a critical point of explosion.

Maybe this sudden change was really not expected, the reaction of the Doomsday Shinrikyo was belated, when the familiar gray mist teleportation array was formed everywhere, Gao Chuan had already interspersed five times at high speed in a limited area, and the route chosen by virtue of his senses just formed the shape of a pentagram. And the Gothic Maiden was in the center of this pentagram, and her dance had entered the most intense rhythm, reaching its peak with the high-pitched rhythm, but her body movements suddenly stopped.

At the same time as the goth girl is still, it is like the most friendly tune, and Takakawa's movement returns to its place in an instant. In the dark, a certain distorted and torn sound came, and the teleportation array composed of gray mist, which had already appeared in large numbers within the field of vision, seemed to be whipped by some kind of force at the same time, and it collapsed by a third in the blink of an eye, and a large number of Doomsday Shinrikyo wizards who had already revealed half of their bodies did not make any sound, and disappeared without a trace along with the gray mist teleportation array. Immediately after, a huge rift was torn open in the ground, piercing through the pentagram, from where Goth Maiden and Takagawa were, to the direction they were directly facing, to the most distorted place of space at the other end. (To be continued.) )