The timing is not right.

It's not just me, there are many people who are aware of this, we check our phones, and the time on it is indeed as the host said, two hours have passed, but in terms of personal sense of time, it is only half an hour. Fitness instructors and others are also up and down at this time. The difference between half an hour and two hours is too big, and even if you have the illusion of being too fast because you are focusing on something, it is definitely not as strong as it is now. Because, the reason for the gap in this period of time is easily reminiscent of the previous hypnotic behavior. Compared to Mitsukasuka, those of us who clearly felt unaffected were of course more surprised when we realized the time difference.

If this is not the moderator's words, it means that the "brain and hardware pioneers" of the seminar are more effective than expected. Moreover, the subtle impact produced is definitely not something that can be eliminated lightly.

The host ignored the exchange of words from everyone in the audience. In terms of hosting ability, he can be described as the worst host I have ever seen, but he never seems to have thought about how to do a good job of hosting, his voice and movements are very plain and casual, and he has not done anything that offends the public's anger, even so, under the constraints of various factors, the participants can only continue to participate.

“…… Now, Mr. G is invited to the stage, and his paper is ......" The host is named, but the atmosphere that should have been hyped up has become quite silent and depressing under a series of strange blows. The old gentleman who came to the stage also touched a handful of sweat, and his expression was tense, as if he was angry and nervous, and more like he was forced to come to the stage with some kind of emotion.

He pronounced it twice. But it's all out of tune. He readjusted the microphone, fiddled with the materials on the podium, and it took about three seconds before he spit out the first word, and the subsequent words were also spit out, as dry as if he hadn't spoken for many years, until four or five sentences later, he began to get better. I looked closely into his eyes. I found that he rolled his eyes from time to time and glanced at the host standing in the corner of the stage. The host hugged his arms, although there was no expression on his face, it made people feel that this expressionlessness was a sign of "impatience".

"It looks sad." The soothsayer whispered to us that because the atmosphere was so oppressive, a slightly louder voice would become very conspicuous.

"In fact, there is no need for such a person to host the seminar, and there is no need for this point in time. Talking about these sensitive things, right? She paused, and then said, "Wouldn't it be better if it was really such a powerful thing, and it didn't deliberately remind us, but just used it quietly in private?" ”

"I still think that this scene is a psychological test." The fitness coach said: "The host can't produce evidence at all, so what he says, do we have to believe something?" Mr. Mitsui. You too, cheer up. ”

"I've worked hard. However, that person's background, attitude, and way of speaking ......" Mitsukasuo said with a embarrassed expression, "It always makes people think about the bad side." I also hope that this qiē is just a use of psychological words, and the actual situation is not so strict, but. Hope is hope. Subconsciously, I was always inclined to believe in this terrible situation. ”

"It's the so-called, good spirits that don't work bad, don't they?" The soothsayer suddenly smiled and said, "You really should learn from Takakawa." Face uncertain situations with more positive thoughts. ”

Her words made Mitsui Tsukao's eyes fall on me, and I naturally looked at him, and he twisted his head back as if he had been pricked by a needle. I don't quite understand why he acted so sneakily.

The report of the people on the stage will basically not exceed ten minutes, in fact, I think they planned to explain it for a longer and clearer time, but if there is an accident, everyone is also very worried, so they don't have the heart to explain their research, so this report will be a bit anticlimactic. Speaking of which, it can still be attributed to the fact that the host directly threw such a "big bomb" in his opening speech.

The ensuing meeting was lackluster and lackluster with the expected highlights, and the entire room was filled with a "let's get it done quickly" thought. The report meeting, which was supposed to be happy and rewarding, was as tiresome as lying in a coffin. To be honest, there are many novel topics in the research of the participants, which would be somewhat interesting in normal times, but they are all overshadowed in front of the pioneers of brain and hardware. And this kind of host's attack on the participants is like getting off the horse, which makes everyone very unhappy.

After that, the report meeting ended uneventfully, and the crowd was like corpses that had been lowered from the cross, and they suddenly became softened. Some people pulled their ties, some pulled out handkerchiefs to wipe their sweat, and some stood up to unblock their muscles. During this period, the symposium resent the papers that were not selected, and the people who returned the papers showed mixed expressions, as if they were a little unwilling, but relieved.

"I, my paper was accepted." Mitsukasuka said with some uneasiness.

"Ours is the same." Said the soothsayer.

"Mr. Mitsui, what is the content of your paper?" The fitness trainer asked.

"It's the same thing I mentioned earlier, about the tampering, repair, and cleaning of information in the brain." After Mitsukasu finished speaking, he hurriedly added: "Of course, the key points were not written, but some theories and prospects were just written. It is completely impossible to rely on this paper to make a machine. ”

"Can you guarantee that there will be no one in the workshop who will rectify your paper?" The tone of the fitness instructor was not very friendly, because the route of Mitsuki's research and the brain-hardware pioneers of the seminar was too close. I guess she thinks that in any case, it is impossible to ignore the help that Mitsukasuka's paper might bring to the pioneers of brain hardware. It is true that the fact that the seminar can produce a physical object is enough to prove that it is basically mature in theory, but if they can do everything themselves, they will not trick their own people into coming to this place.

However, because I didn't prepare in advance, it was useless to say anything. Instead of complaining about Mitsukasu, it is better to study the information he has kept so that he can make an assessment of the current situation.

One by one, the people in the conference room left their seats, and when they left, not many people were in the mood to laugh. I saw someone deliberately walking around the room around them, as if they wanted to confirm something, such as finding what the moderator called "review". However, for a whole floor, there was no one but us guests.

"The bald man is not there." What the fitness coach said was naturally the person in charge of our industry, the person who came from the seminar. Middle-aged baldness, who is also somewhat famous in the world of psychology. At the beginning, she also said that she used honorifics like "sir", but now she directly says vulgar words like "bald", and her psychological transformation of this person can be imagined.

As we spoke, there were already people going downstairs, some people taking the stairs, and some people going to the elevator, but soon, the people who went to the elevator turned back. He said to everyone: "The elevator seems to be broken, and no matter how you press it, you can't open the door." ”

Everyone looked at each other. At this moment, the light tube at the top of the corridor also seemed to have something wrong, emitting a clear sizzling sound, and then began to flicker non-stop, and the shadows around people seemed to become clear and profound all of a sudden. If you talk about the shadow before, it is just a faint layer. If you don't pay attention, you won't realize the gray, then. Now the shadow is like heavy ink on white paper.

Many people look puzzled and expect explanations such as "aging lamps", but they do not speak at all. There was a tense atmosphere that spread among the crowd, as if they were gradually realizing that this was not normal. If it's a normal person. It's never just because the lights are flickering that you think it's weird, at most it's just that the lighting equipment is not in good contact. Personally, though, it's more tant, of course. Something weird has already begun.

Even in the age of atheism, there were very few people who were truly unaffected by their circumstances. It's like walking in a dark and uninhabited alley, which is easy to make people think crankily and feel uneasy, and the flickering lights at the moment create such an atmosphere.

"Here we go again." Mitsukasuka seemed to think of something and said, "It could be the murderer." ”

I know that Dr. Nguyen Li's hints have always made him feel that in the troubles of the rest point, there has always been such a clear murderer - he is in this team of experts, disguised despicable deeds with legitimate reasons, and moreover, he is also a psychopath, a master of medicine. He knows how to create psychedelic drugs that will make people fall into deep fear and kill each other.

The current situation, no doubt, reminded him of the last time he was at the rest point.

"It's just that the equipment is aging." It was at this time that someone finally said this. Most people agreed, but there were a few who left, and some people shouted that it was a conspiracy, but there were also people like Mitsui Tsukao, who did not agree with the other party's statement, but did not say a word at all.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, a little hectic, and the people who came up one after another were all the first to go down the stairs. They all had strange expressions on their faces, making one wonder what was going on down there.

"Why did you come up again? The elevator here is broken. "Someone is talking.

"There's no way down there." Sure enough, someone kindly replied, "It's strange, the stairs can't be found." ”

"Can't find the stairs?" Although the words are clear, there are still people who can't turn them into direct impressions, "What are you talking about?" Why the hell can't I find it? ”

"I just can't find it." The man said, "The stairs we came up were all gone, and they became walls or rooms or something, but we also tried to knock on the walls and open the room, but there was no sign of the stairs. ”

His description was so unbelievable that most of the listeners looked hesitant.

"Assuming we can really leave, do you think we guys will ever go back?" The man persuaded again.

After this group of people came up, the number of people in the corridor changed, and it began to become a little crowded. I, the fitness instructor, the soothsayer, and Mitsukao stayed six or seven meters away from the staircase and the crowd, observing the attitudes of the crowd.

"Is it a hallucination?" Mitsukasuo said so.

But I am more convinced that someone has sealed off this place with "mystery".

The question is, what are these trap-laying people rushing for? Moreover, although no one can be found for the seminar, since this place is still the site of the seminar, it will definitely be monitored by a considerable amount of time. Now that the third and fourth floors are isolated from their normal spaces, it should be impossible to hide such a large-scale change.

"Just wait, there will be help." I said so comforting to others.

During this time, unbelievers ran down the stairs, and many expected good news from them. Only the first to go down were unmoved. Sure enough, when this group of people came up, they had an incredible expression on their faces.

"It's really gone. And, you should look for a window and see what's going on outside. One of them adjusted his expression, but said something that was hard to believe: "It seems that we are no longer on Earth." ”

The skeptical man pushed the room next to him. After a while, he walked out, and his face was also in a trance: "Where the hell are we?" ”

Seeing this, the fitness coach also pushed the door behind her a few times, but the door moved, and then she kicked the corner hard, and the sound of the siren immediately sounded inside. There was a lot of buzz around Jing An, but the sudden alarm could still clearly echo in the corridor. And this voice. It's like flipping a switch, and the shadows that become dark under the light seem to become a tangible substance, and when people lift their feet, they see that the soles of their shoes seem to be glued to asphalt.

"Shit! What the hell is this! "There are people who keep cursing, but the more perceptive people feel a greater crisis. Keep turning around, or leaning against the side wall. Slowly move towards a place with few people, a place with no shadow.

There are less than ten such people, except for us, and only three of the authors who have been selected as excellent papers are one of them.

"Shadow ......" Mitsui Tsukao's face was a little ugly. Sure enough, did we get psychedelics again? ”

At this time, the fitness instructor is trying to open the window in the room. However, these windows are so tightly attached to the space that they cannot be opened. Looking out through the window, everything outside is slimy, only black and white, but the outline of the scenery still has some impressions of coming, but it can't bring personal pleasure in any case.

"Takakawa. Didn't Ms. Nguyen explain anything to you? For example, encountering this seemingly hallucinatory situation. The soothsayer asked.

She believes the workshop can handle these issues. All I can say is, "It's weird, but it's not dangerous, is it?" ”

To be honest, for a moment, I remembered Marceau, who had caught a glimpse here not long ago. She is an electronic demon messenger, and the current situation is indeed very much like the temporary hedge space of the locked enchantment. However, the Nightmare Las Vegas watch shop made such a strong first impression on me that I quickly dismissed the speculation. Today's weirdness is completely different from what is reflected in watch shops.

I checked the tools in my hand, and the only weapons were folding electrician's knives, cigarettes and lighters were intact, and chain decisions and quick sweeps were also available. Suddenly, I felt a pain on the inside of my right wrist, as if it had been burned.

Magic Reflex? I woke up suddenly, it had been a long time since I had reacted. However, in the past, in the apocalyptic illusions, it was quite frequent, and it only appeared when two Demon Emringers appeared at the same time. Therefore, some people will also use this method to confirm whether there is an ambush in the surrounding environment, but since there is a reaction, of course there will also be a way to shield it. It doesn't always work, but when it does, it's always right.

It's not that there shouldn't be a Demon Emblem Messenger in this world other than me, I just can't figure it out, why is there a Demon Emblem Emissary at this time? Now, at this time, place, and person, is there anything that must be relied on to attack in order to obtain? Or, is there something that must be done in this way in order to be achieved?

The shadows of the ground turned into asphalt and pus, and then swelled again, and each bubble swelled to a meter in diameter, as rough as a tumor, and it was annoying to look at. Everyone avoided it, and several people's feet were directly engulfed in the goal, and then these people let out a miserable scream, and when they were dragged away by the people next to them, the legs and feet trapped in the bubble were gone, and the cross-section of the wound was dripping with blood, which was very terrifying. The injured man's body twitched in pain, and although there was no shortage of people who knew how to bandage urgently, they could barely stop the bleeding because they did not have the right tools.

"What's going on? Who can sue me? What's going on? What the hell is this? Someone yelled in fear, but was soon scolded to "shut up", and when he wanted to shout something, he was covered with force.

"What about the people at the seminar? We need to explain! "Someone said.

"I feel that what we need is not explanation, but salvation." The other's voice was a little sneering.

Someone kicked open the room, took brooms and trash cans and other debris from inside, and smashed them the shadow tumors, only to get in and out. And the man who took the broom and stuck it was stumbling and almost fell into it, and he cried out in horror: "Something is dragging me inside!" ”

I want to help, but the attacks I can use are similar to theirs, and I don't think the effect is necessarily more obvious than theirs. One thing is for sure, this kind of thing is absolutely not normal, and the longer it is stored, the worse it becomes.

"Gao Chuan, I remember how many bottles of antidote you still have, right? What did Ms. Nguyen dedicate to at the beginning...... Although there are some dangers, I feel that it may be needed. The soothsayer said. What she mentioned was the Paradise sample, but when Ms. Ruan made it by chance, it was a drug that was stored as a "test medicine", and its medicinal properties were strong and unsuitable for others. These drugs are made from the special drugs I usually take, and ordinary people will inevitably leave sequelae when they use them, and the more casually they are used, the worse the consequences will naturally be.

However, the situation in front of them made everyone a little heavy, and they felt that it might be necessary to take it.

"Yes, I'll use it at my discretion." I hesitated, but finally did not hide the fact that "Paradise" was placed on my body, "However, it can only be used by me." ”

"Well, that's your medicine." The fitness instructor replied very cheerfully, and Mitsukasuka snorted his lips a few times, but did not say anything against it.

Ahead, with indignation and fear, a group of people tried various methods to destroy these shadow tumors, but to no avail. Then again, these shadow tumors have a sense of déjà vu in morphology. I seem to have seen something similar recently, somewhere. Is it a nightmare Las Vegas? The face of black smoke? No, I suddenly remembered, and, when I thought about it, I wondered why I didn't even think in the first place, these shadow tumors, just like the ones I found when I first discovered the nightmare Las Vegas, and it seemed to be pregnant with something. After that, I cleaned up a lot of it, but I still didn't know what it was. As more and more electronic demon messengers have moved into Nightmare Las Vegas, their numbers have decreased significantly. I've guessed that it may have something to do with the "ghost" of the electronic demon messenger, or maybe it has something to do with the "black smoke face" of Area 51, and if it has something to do with Area 51, then it may be the Doomsday Shinrikyo in the middle. But there is no actual evidence for either speculation.

I'm not sure if the shadow tumor I'm seeing now has anything to do with the nightmare Las Vegas, but even if it does, it's not surprising. It's just that in terms of coping, it is still a test of luck. Moreover, according to the reaction of the Demon Emblem, there is a Demon Empalette hidden in this place, and this person is also likely to be the manipulator behind the scenes. I'm not sure if this messenger has also noticed my existence and knows something about me. It stands to reason that it is very likely that this person is an intruder of the Doomsday Illusion, but it cannot be assumed that this repeater world cannot evolve a demon pattern messenger on its own.

"So, what now?" After all the previous attempts had failed, the soothsayer asked in an extremely calm voice.

"It's impossible to escape, and now the activity space seems to be only two floors." The fitness coach said: "If you fight, you can't form effective damage, and you can't understand what it is." Even if it was a hallucination, I didn't want to experience what happened to that guy for myself. Following her gaze, we saw that the person who had broken his feet before was still moaning, and there was still blood oozing from the bandaged wound, and if he hadn't been sent to treatment quickly, he would probably have lost too much blood and died. (To be continued......)