The monsoon storms bring thick dark clouds, making it a little confusing to tell if it's day or night. Fierce battles, various paranormal phenomena, shuttling back and forth between different dream realms and data hedging spaces, all these encounters are destroying a person's sense of time. There was no reference for observing time around me, and it seemed as if the gloomy scene would last forever, even though I knew that the time that had passed was more ephemeral than it felt in terms of the changes on the peninsula alone.

I have not been able to observe the data hedging space on the peninsula, and the NOG has said that it will detonate there, but the timing of its actions and the resulting phenomena are uncertain. Of course, there is no shortage of possibilities that the other party is fabricating a lie to transfer me out of the Peninsula data hedging space, but in my personal judgment, I am more inclined to believe NOG than this conspiracy theory. There is no doubt that emotion plays a large part in this judgment, but it is not entirely the emotional judgment of NOG in the past. It's true that I don't know much about the NOG of this apocalyptic fantasy, and I don't spend much time with the cyberball, and more often than not, I am an opponent, clashing in cooperation and cooperating in contradictions. My trust and confidence in NOG, no, I should say, is based on past impressions to a greater extent, but even if the Doomsday Fantasy is reconstructed, everything in the Doomsday Fantasy is still traceable, and this inevitability is of course meaningful, and my past impression of the Cyberball is certainly not all wrong in the present.

It's hard to believe in what's going on.

Time has changed the world all the time. Friends become enemies, good people become bad people, circumstances change, emotions will change, and even a person's way of thinking will change dramatically. The past is not the same as the present, and these ideals must be clear to many people. Even if the emotion refutes, it will recognize the truth in reason. So, across the differences in time, the changes in the world, the transformation of people, to hold on to what to believe. It's a very difficult thing to do.

I've ever wondered what kind of factors are at work with this trust of mine. I can name a myriad of reasons, but I don't agree that they are the main ones. At the end, after discarding the factors that I had thought about, I realized that the most fundamental factor of believing or not believing was in my own heart - a kind of entanglement of sensibility and reason at the same time. Careful attempts and stubborn persistence are just the most common things in human psychological, emotional and social thinking.

To believe in something is not to find some kind of meaning, nor to find any reason for such persistence, because the existence of this belief itself has meaning. It is the crystallization of people's own psychological emotions, and it is also the result of social thinking generated in their own growth. It is not the cause. It's a result.

As for why this is happening? It's a stupid question, because the answer is revealed bit by bit in everyone's journey so far.

Therefore, there is no need to doubt the insistence on this trust. Isn't it sad that even this insistence should be viewed as conspiracy theories? It's as if his past is made entirely of conspiracy, and all the good and ugly comes down to conspiracy. And there is nothing really your own, isn't it very negative? And such negative thoughts are one of the biggest obstacles to the survival of a human being in human society, and it is not ridiculous to let one's thinking hurt oneself?

So. Even when I come to the conclusion that "everything is a conspiracy" or even that "there is an invisible and indescribable indescribable hand that envelops everything, obscures the sky, and plays with fate", I do not regard this conclusion drawn from reason as my final choice. It may be true, but it is only "maybe", it is only an alternative answer, and the correct answer has always been hidden in my sensibility, in those strong emotions and irrational thoughts - these are full of sunshine, no matter how terrible and dark the surroundings are, it is like a small fire in an underground river.

I know very well that the answer I give myself will never be despair, madness, and never-ending darkness. I am willing to believe, I am willing to rely on, I am willing to lend a helping hand to others, and I am also rationally telling myself that no one will lend a helping hand to me, and I still emotionally believe that there must be someone who loves me and has reached out to that invisible hand - yes, I want heroes, but I also hope that someone can be my hero. When I told myself that no one would come to save me, so I had to save others, the outpouring of emotion was not despair, nor was it hysterical dying, I knew very well that if it was really these negative emotions that dominated my thoughts, I would not let myself be sentimental, nor would it lead to such behavior as "believing in something", I would not let myself have expectations for everything outside, and of course I would not have the emotion of "love".

But the truth is, even if I'm in love with a monster, I'm still loving. Even if my trust in some people will be betrayed, I will be the first to trust others. Even if everything can be wrapped up in conspiracy theories, the answers I choose are not the ones given by conspiracy theories. I want to be a complete bad person, but I always find all kinds of reasons to excuse myself in my actions, so that I can't become such a cold person. I want to regard everything I am fighting against as an enemy, but where does so much hostility come from in my heart? I complained about this apocalyptic and painful world, but even in the face of death, I never gave up on it.

That's who I am.

Takakawa is such a person.

As I thought so, my body, which had been tormented by the wounds, once again gushed out a force that made my heart beat stronger, squeezing out the blood and rushing along the entire network of blood vessels. So, my tired spirit was lifted and my steps became firm again. I felt refreshed from head to toe and had the energy to keep going. It is as if the complex and tired emotions and psychology that have just left the data hedging space of the peninsula are like snowflakes melting under the sun.

What will happen next, what to do on your own, how to execute your plan, etc., all of these things are not yet fully understood. But-

"There's always a way." I say this to myself.

There's always a way.

There will definitely be a way.

Although there are so many situations, everything is not good, maybe your efforts will not be rewarded, the enemy is so terrifying and powerful, the situation is so abnormal and crazy, you will still die in the end. Even death became uncertain, as if only unimaginable malice remained. But, it doesn't matter, there will always be a way.

Maybe you can't help it, but there will always be someone else who can. Maybe I can't help it now, but I may have a way to do it in the next moment. When nothing is uncertain, it is desperate and dark, but there will always be a certain moment. It can't always be so ambiguous. So, when it comes to the end, there will always be a way.

I muttered to myself. Through the woods, through the storm, to the beast-like silhouette - familiar architectural layouts, familiar smells, familiar colors and looming illusions. The cluster of wards in the psychiatric hospital, though not the places in memory. But as long as there is something in the mental hospital. It is impossible not to be familiar.

The things that come out of my heart, those mixed emotions and thoughts, are so full of immediacy. Even if it's not a familiar place in my memory, it makes me feel like I've been here a long time ago.

I pushed open the door of the main hall, and of course there was no one inside, according to what the Four Heavenly Courtyard had done. Not only the peninsula, but even if you calculate the entire repeater world, there are not many remaining human beings. But I also didn't see a trace of the black water - the black water probably doesn't leave any droplets after it has flowed away. However, the place is not even the slightest bit corroded. Not only this building, but also the section of the road before arriving here, there is no sign of being corroded by the black water, as if the black water that we have known before is really just a "nightmare", and people can't help but think that maybe "more than four billion people have been transformed into black water" is just an illusion.

Of course, reason tells me that the truth is not so simple and wonderful. Although this natural peninsula is full of "normal" atmosphere, I can still use my magic pattern as a reference to find those places that are not so natural.

It's weird here, but, for the occultists, the weirdness is no longer a surprise. It is very hard to analyze the origin of these strange things, and it is difficult to get an accurate answer - the only correct way to do this is to treat the existing situation as a fait accompli, a necessary premise and default environment for solving the problem, and to act on the basis of these things, rather than pursuing these basic things.

The chain judgment has been unfolded, reaching the standard distance of fifty meters, and the details of the entire building are presented in the mind, and from the constructed stereoscopic image, there is no suspicious point that is shielded, and there is no intuitive feeling of any demons or human beings. I felt like I was the only one here, and I was the only one left on the entire peninsula.

All the electrical appliances were still working and I turned on the lights. The lights make a clear noise, flickering on and off abnormally, like those props in a horror movie that have been in disrepair for a long time to set off the atmosphere. Even so, it doesn't feel like in the woods, as if there is something in the dark all the time, but it makes people feel lonely and feel a sense of abandonment that is slowly coming cold. It's not weird to look at your own shadow, and you don't feel that there will be any monster all of a sudden, let your shadow change, or suddenly jump out of the shadow.

Suddenly, the sound of a record player coming from nowhere sounded, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

But for occultists, it's still in the "normal" category.

The music is accompanied by the human voices, the rhythm is very clear, but the tone is very hoarse, and the human voices can't hear which country is being spoken. It's as if the disc has been scratched, errors and mistones occur when reading, and the music or vocals suddenly get stuck in a certain key, distorted, distorted, and harsh, but the overall atmosphere is still "okay" to me.

The chain judgment also does not observe the origin of music and human voices, and it is clear that in many cases, the object of motion and relative motion can be determined by the movement itself of "vibration". However, it is quite common for a chain decision to lose its effectiveness.

My heart was not shaken by these situations that seemed abnormal to ordinary people, because these were all normal situations for mystery experts, for a place where mystery germinated. I gathered some information in the hall and determined that the location of the building was actually very close to the edge of the peninsula, and indeed it was not the place I had visited before when I was in this mental hospital. The building, and even the surrounding buildings, is where some special patients are isolated and treated—according to the layout, doctors and patients should live here, but some staff notes say that "no patients have come for a long time, and they are about to grow moss." ”

Even so, no information was found on the patients and doctors associated with the facility, and no clear records were made of the dates and names of the personnel. It's just that from the surface condition of the object, it seems that it has been a long time ago. In addition, it is interesting to note that although there is no one, the scene does not give people the feeling of "abandoned this place for a long time", but rather more like these employees and patients who originally stayed here have evaporated out of thin air, leaving only traces of life that have become old.

Are these clues informative? What kind of situation will it be indicative of? I can't be sure either. In such an environment, I have a feeling of "passively becoming an unrelated person".

The elevator is still working. However, while waiting for the elevator, the jump of the indicator light is a little chilling, and at the same time, there is a creaking sound, as if something is breaking, and people really want to turn around and leave. When you enter the elevator, you will see something ominous: blood, rust, yellow-brown steel wire mesh exposed under the broken iron sheet, and even if you stand still, you will feel that the elevator is shaking - although it is modern, it has the feeling of an antique plaything. (To be continued.) )