The dark underground channel meanders forward, and the rugged rock formations characteristic of the landscape have been eroded and smooth, and the black water once gushed here, leaving not a drop behind. I was in the light of a small fire, and soon came to the big cave in the front of the river, and this cave that I don't know how deep it was, whenever I looked at it, I thought it was incredible. It may not have been a natural occurrence, but it must have had some meaning as it existed here, but I didn't see it with my own eyes, so there are still many mysteries that I can't figure out. Not long ago, Dr. Nguyen Le and I came here, and it was because of the existence of this cave that we were able to get out of the black water - I always subconsciously ignored that Dr. Nguyen Li's vision was different from mine, and what she saw, what she said, and what she thought at that time must have been based on the world she could observe, so what did she see and think at that time?

I can't see through her heart, even if I use my consciousness to walk, what I can see at the level of consciousness is only the image representation that is easier to be understood by myself after the refraction of consciousness, and one thing must be understood, a flower, a potted plant, a monster seen in the world of consciousness is not just the meaning of the form of the object, but a metaphysical meaning. All visual understandings are one-sided and superficial - yes, even with the power of conscious walking, I still can't really see through a person's heart, and all I see is just a thin layer of candy wrapper on top of the toffee.

I can't think about what I can't observe, I can't understand what I can't know, and I can't confirm how much difference I make from parallax in the world I see with others. There was once a famous philosopher in modern times who summed up his ideological achievements and wrote a masterpiece called "The Distinction of Parallax". Let's not mention the content, just the meaning of the name "parallax". It couldn't help but touch my heart.

Especially at this moment, the name comes to my mind, and I can't help but give birth to an anachronistic sensibility.

I stayed in front of this bottomless vertical cavern for less than a second, and the thousands of thoughts that came to my mind receded like a tide, leaving only traces of emotion in my heart, this complex and melancholy emotion and cold reason intertwined. Urging me to step away and plunge into the rush. The road ahead that could be observed was so narrow and short, spreading from the periphery of a small fire, no more than ten meters, but fortunately, in the rapid sweep, my perception and reaction were always in a sensitive state synchronized with my own speed, so that it was not like driving a speeding sports car with my clumsy body and slamming into an obstacle that suddenly appeared ten meters away.

As long as my consciousness is not eroded. Even if the road that can be seen is only ten meters long, it is enough.

The fragments of the invisible high-speed corridor are constantly spliced together at a ten-meter continuous point, and I run through it, feeling the ups and downs and turns of the underground river. Dr. Nguyen Le said it was a river that spread beyond the peninsula into the interior, and she was ready to float along the river. Of course, in a data hedging environment, even if the river does lead to the mainland. Simply following the direction of the river may not be able to leave smoothly. I put the places I passed through in my mind in the form of a recorded map. Try to find out if there is any hidden weirdness in it, such as NOG will transform the entire river and use its trend to form some kind of magic array, etc., or this river has some unnatural changes after data hedging, so that it can become the entrance and exit of the peninsula's data hedging space, etc., but. The impression of the map in my mind seems to be just a river channel that has been formed naturally and washed along the original topography by black water.

There was no more information from the NOG, nor did we encounter the imaginary enemies that stood in our way, or the people who responded to them. It was as if there was no second life left in this underground river except himself. In that unobservable darkness, all the looming horror seemed to be a psychological delusion. I could only hear my own footsteps, breathing, and heartbeat, as if I was about to melt into this dead darkness.

The sense of time quickly vanished, and the positioning of my coordinates relative to the environment quickly became blurred - even in a similar environment, if there was no mystery, I would never have felt this way. All the perceptual confusion and psychological stress caused by normal environmental factors can never interfere with a seasoned and mysterious expert. But on the other hand, since even the observation and perception of a mysterious expert has been weakened to this point, it is even more convincing that this is really the entrance and exit of the data hedging space on the peninsula.

If I hadn't encountered the black water rush when I had come with Dr. Nguyen Lê, would I have been able to leave the peninsula as Dr. Nguyen Lê had planned? I couldn't help but think about it, even though I knew that it didn't make any sense to the assumptions of the past.

After a while, I lost my judgment of my speed, as my perception of the references around me became more and more blurred, and to be exact, within the scope illuminated by this small firelight, and in the range of observation that was extended outward by chain judgment, the outlines that could have been confirmed were fading from my vision and intuition, as if there was an eraser that was erasing the existential matter in front of me as I continued to move forward—I began to wonder whether there was still solid ground under my feet, and I could not be sure, In the darkness above your head, there is no top wall of an underground channel, and even if you deliberately approach the side wall, there is no obvious sense of boundary, as if all the obstacles in all directions have disappeared and become boundless.

After not being able to confirm their speed, they gradually become unable to confirm whether they are actually moving forward, and if they are moving forward, whether they are following the route that they have confirmed in advance. With each step, the direction of one's position relative to the surrounding environment is all distorted, diluted, and vanished. I can't even tell whether I'm running in a world that appears as a material state, or whether I think I'm running in a material world when I'm actually in a deep state of consciousness.

At this moment, when I took another step, there was a sudden light in front of me, and a purple-red electric snake suddenly scurried above my head, followed by a fierce thunderclap. I subconsciously confirmed that this light and this sound were thunder and lightning. And after this awareness, I further saw the thick dark clouds of lead. One after the other, these natural phenomena that could not have been observed in the underground rivers appeared, and a strong wind blew a sudden storm of rain that drenched me all over my body—I was quite sure that the humidity of my clothes could not have been caused by a sudden intrusion into the rain. It's more like being exposed to this storm for a long time.

I couldn't help but raise my hand to block the wind and rain in my face, wiped my face again, and when I looked down at my body again, I was no longer wearing the same battle suit in the Peninsula Data Hedging Space, but a familiar patient gown. As for the light blue, one piece, it is slightly thin and adheres to skin as it gets wet. There was a chill of dampness.

The lighter is gone, there are no cigarettes in your pockets, you are empty-handed, you have no weapons. The only illumination was lightning flashing in the sky, and in the sudden glow, you could see the woods and grass in their wild natural state, and the wet mud that had almost turned into a swamp. The perception of the five senses seems to be restored one after another. I smelled the smell of damp grass and earth, a familiar smell. It further ignited the memories of my past self on this peninsula. The memories of the tastes, the sounds, the sights overlap with the here and now, that is, the sense of sight is so intense, that it becomes a confirmation that I am indeed standing on a seemingly intact peninsula, not a devastated peninsula wasteland.

I didn't leave the peninsula. It's just that the data hedging space from the peninsula is back on the peninsula that seems to be normal. All the phenomena and substances constituted in the temporary data hedging space have all disappeared like bubbles, but. This is not evidence to distinguish between reality and dreams. No occult expert would do that, otherwise, it would be easy to lose one's mind.

It was a wonderful experience, strictly speaking, the disappearance of the perception that existed during this disengagement. And the impression that "everything is normal" after passing through is closer to the apocalyptic illusion of the past, and it is also similar to the impression left by Takakawa in the past and entering and leaving the ruins of the ruling bureau. It is the same place, but it seems that one exists in a nightmare and the other exists in reality, and entering and exiting is "dreaming" and "waking up from a dream", but there is a sense of darkness, which makes people confirm that it is not just "a nightmare".

However, even if this pristine peninsula is more realistic today, it is still in the Las Vegas Repeater world, and it is still in a post-apocalyptic fantasy. The fourth-level magic pattern that is still in operation is like a straightforward warning.

Chain judgment to confirm the surrounding situation.

The speed-swept super-energy forms the fragments of the invisible high-speed passage.

The magic quark does not exist in the world here.

The aftermath of the temporary data hedging space has been significantly weakened.

Compared with the crazy peninsula of demons and monsters, the peninsula in front of you is indeed significantly weakened in mystery.

However, is there really no one to answer? I couldn't help but shout out the names of a few acquaintances: "John Bull! Connector people! Rivet! Who's here? ”

The voice that informed me of the evacuation was in the name of NOG, and of course, the possibility of using a false name cannot be ruled out, but I am more inclined to make a decision by the NOG team from the perspective of emotion and judgment. On this more real peninsula, there is too much calm and normalcy that feels unnatural. What we learn about the outside world in the Peninsula Data hedging space is not so natural. Even if it's just the black water of the Four Heavenly Courtyard's coconuts, it's enough to turn the world upside down.

I have assumed that if the place I am at the moment is the entrance to the data hedging space on the peninsula and the exit from the data hedging space, then there is an eighty percent chance of encountering a scene of black water crossing. However, as far as the eye can see, there is no sign of the entry and exit of the coconut in the Four Heavenly Temple, and there is no trace of the mysterious phenomenon.

"The peninsula and surrounding areas are experiencing seasonal storms" is a natural and perfect representation of what is being seen in front of you.

In this way, although this area is an exit from the underground channel of the Peninsula data hedging space, it is not the entrance to the Peninsula data hedging space, which is undoubtedly more accurate.

Everything in front of me was so natural and normal, lifelike, full of life, although the operation of the fourth-level magic pattern reminded me every moment that there was a mystery in this place, but it was enough to make people regard the previous tragic battles as "a nightmare", and it was at this time that I returned to "reality".

I stood still for three seconds, the sound of rain and thunder masking the other sounds that were also present. My voice came out, and my intuition didn't feel like it could go far. I wiped my face, but soon it was wet from the rain again, I walked forward on foot, there was no clear direction, I had no impression of the environment, it seemed that I had not been to a place before, because of the lack of light and the layers of leaves, I couldn't see too far away, I couldn't find familiar scenery, and I couldn't confirm my location through the reference. It's just that there is a feeling that quietly swells up to tell me that this is not only within the peninsula, but also within the confines of the peninsula psychiatric hospital.

I walked a few steps before I realized I was barefoot. So, I tried to make a pair of shoes out of the fourth-level magic pattern, and then confirmed that the feeling that the fourth-level magic pattern could still work was not an illusion. Judging from the operational efficiency of the fourth-level magic pattern, although the intensity of data hedging is not as strong as that in the data hedging space, it is not slight—it is more like a continuation of the mystery that the peninsula data hedging space already has before it was made by mysterious organizations of all parties.

Roughly converted, it can also be seen as a combat environment where there is a character of the level of a third-level Demon Emringer.

Storms are natural, but not all things hidden in the dark are natural.

These unnatural things seem to have made up their minds to hide in the dark all the time, and there is no more movement except peeping. I made a hundred meters in the direction I chose, but I didn't get to the weird and unusual things that were supposed to exist. However, luck was not bad, a familiar and huge silhouette, like a sleeping giant bear, entrenched in the gloom ahead.

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PS: The author's background was revised, and the next day I noticed that the article was not successful. orz