The huge moon has a very different heaviness from the everyday impression, it seems to be crumbling and falling, and the outline of the crater and the large shadows are clearer than ever, and even make people feel inexplicably frightened by this clarity, as if there is a monster hiding in it, and it can come to you with a single leap. A thin ominous crimson was eating away at the moonlight, but it couldn't be denied that the moonlight was brighter than usual this night. Behind the chilling red moonlight was the night sky, which was also more profound and vast than ever, the night sky was also bright and clear, without a single cloud, and on the deep canopy, around the huge moon, there were countless equally bright stars dotted on it, and the clarity of these stars seemed to be countable, but in fact, they were still innumerable, they were dense and distinct from each other.

Looking up at the night sky, he felt that under the ominous red moonlight, the stars and the sky were spinning, and the earth was spinning beneath his feet—but Dr. Ender had a very clear feeling that he was not feeling the rotation of the planet itself, because even the rotation was unreal in terms of angle and speed.

It's like a dream.

A psychedelic clear dream full of bad omen.

Suddenly an idea came to his mind, and the longing for a flash of inspiration made him grab at it: when the stars were in the right place...... However, what happens when you get to the right place, the relevant content is hazy, as if it has been lost, and it makes people feel a sense of irritation and desperate to figure out what it means.

Dr. Ender was agitated and restless, and could not believe what was happening before him, even though he had experienced so many strange and dangerous conditions in the past few days, but it seemed to be a little worse than what he saw. He couldn't put words into words to describe his feelings, the ominous ones he felt were obscure, and they gave a certain sense of spiritual swelling compared to the real dangers that had already occurred. No matter what has happened or what is about to happen, everything is so hazy and so tempting.

Although the routine of the past has long been broken in this isolated hospital, the "virus" is becoming more and more serious against people day by day, and the people who study here are helpless against it, and even themselves have fallen into the predicament of being implicated. There are also countless signs that the spread of the "virus" in the world beyond the isolated island has caused even more terrible effects, resulting in serious anomalies in the ocean currents and biota near the isolated islands observed on this side of the hospital.

However, nothing that had happened in the past and was vaguely felt could make Dr. Ander feel more important than the scenery in front of him. He couldn't help but think deeply, to recall, to dig into the sentence that suddenly flashed through his mind: when the stars come to the right place...... The gods of the old days......

Ah, it's a god! Dr. Ender had a vague trance, and then fell into a trance of distress. His transition from a theist to an atheist is the process by which his career has reached its peak to this point, and has it come to the point when he must return to being a theist? The sudden aura in his mind made him think so. This is not without precedent, and many researchers who have reached the top of the ladder will always chase after mysterious mysteries and solve the secrets of the gods they used to believe in for one reason or another, only to make people think that they have become theists again.

In the eyes of others, their changes are so objective, but in terms of the researchers themselves, are their perceptions of themselves consistent with the perceptions of others? No one knows, and no one can be sure, that their hearts are so closed that they have buried their own secrets with death. And as a member of the bystanders, Dr. Ender also wondered if this change was something that every researcher who had reached the pinnacle had to go through when he looked at these researchers who had switched from atheism to theism. On the other hand, if you are not a genius, if you do not go to the end of your own cognition, you will not have this degree of conceptual change.

Now, Dr. Ander thinks of the gods again, and the aura in his mind seems to be calling for something, like tugging at his collar and forcing him to open his eyes and see the world from another perspective - then, when he thinks of the gods again, calls and hopes for the gods, does it mean that he has reached the top? Or is it already at the end of the road?

Dr. Ander was short of breath, he didn't dare to look in the mirror, for fear of seeing his appearance at this time, he felt that this must not be good, his body was hot, even if he unbuttoned the clothes on his chest, he could not let the heat that grew from his body come out. He knew what it was, a phenomenon that was almost common to patients with doomsday syndrome, and now he couldn't deny that he was also infected by the "virus" anyway.

And what is in front of you is the hallucination of a patient with doomsday syndrome when he or she is sick? However, such a real and clear hallucination was something he had never seen in decades of his life, and it was a sensory nature different from hallucinogenic drug-induced hallucinations. And his mind was spinning so violently, or rather churning, that he couldn't stop, and so many thoughts seemed to come out of behind the collapsed dike, that he couldn't even tell what was coming to him. Only the original thought of the gods remains clear: when the stars come to the right place, the old gods will ......

What will be?

"Tell me, tell me...... Tell me! Dr. Ender muttered to himself, wheezing violently like an asthma patient, his face flushed, but the area around his neck was blue. His eyes widened, and they were larger and more protruding than ever, round like a bead that was about to fall out of its sockets.

"Tell me! The gods will ...... The gods will ......! He couldn't help but shout at the ominous giant red moon. The heat that was constantly expanding in his body, the thoughts that kept bursting out of his mind, all made it difficult for him to do so. He desperately needed to vent, to spill out that heat, all that horrible irritability. He resisted not slamming his head against the wall, but that was the limit of what he could do.

Dr. Ender didn't dare to think about what was going on with him, but he knew, in fact, he knew what was going on in him, and his research on patients with doomsday syndrome was so profound that both the cases and the data were terrifying, and it was unbearable for him to bear the same situation happening to him. However, he could not grasp his fate. Everything he did made him feel that the terrible fate was fiddling with him like a doll.

"O God, O God! O God! O God! God—" Dr. Ender was half of his body out of the window, supporting himself only with his arms. He didn't have time to consider the dangers of this pose, and there was an urgent urge to get closer to the great red moon. He breathed greedily and choked on coughing, obviously in the atmosphere, but also as if in the deep sea. He gurgled and seemed to be able to spit out foam.

God, God, God...... Please forgive us......

"—When the stars come to the right place, the old gods will return!" He finally shouted, and following the swollen thoughts in his mind, he intuitively found the right words: "They are the rulers of the past, present, and future, walking among the stars, and death is sleep!" In those eternal years, even death has decayed......"

He couldn't speak, even he couldn't hear what he was saying, his words became incoherent, and even the logic of his words became confused. Visible, he also wanted to say, because if he didn't say it, what had been expanding inside himself seemed to be about to tear itself apart. However, he became less and less able to know what the aura in his mind was telling him, and what was the content of the chaotic thoughts. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he couldn't translate it into the language he knew.

Most of Dr. Ender's body was already sticking out of the windowsill, and his hands were shaking. He suddenly woke up for a while, and he was about to fall, but he didn't know what he should do, how to save himself, and although he wanted to go backwards, a strong fear struck him, and he didn't dare to retreat, because, as soon as he made more movements, it seemed as if he would immediately fall.

However, he also knew that he had been unable to hold on for too long, and that his body was still leaning uncontrollably out of the window, as if everything was out of his control—it was like a nightmare that was involuntary but incomparably clear.

Just when he was almost at a certain limit, the faint singing voice came from somewhere in this building, it was the chorus of girls, it was their soft whispers, it made them seem like ghosts. Dr. Ander immediately understood who was singing: Hachikei, Sakiya and Marceau, three special patients with doomsday syndrome, who had been paying attention to all the time, seemed to be demented, but with a sense of mystery, and some researchers believed that there must be a secret of the "virus" hidden in it, but the clues and data collected all afar could not prove it.

Now, Dr. Ender heard their singing, but the ethereal nature of the singing made him wonder if there was something wrong with his ears, or if he was having auditory hallucinations because of his worsening condition.

But I heard the voice of the song say:

Walking over the shore, through the clouds,

The twin suns sink into the dark and bottomless abyss,

Invisible shadows shrouded in,

IT WAS THE DARK KAEKESA.

The crow flies in the night,

The moon runs in the night,

But what's even more amazing is that

INVISIBLE KAEKESA.

No one hears the song of the Pleiades,

The queen's robe flutters in the wind,

The song silently faded into the abyss,

RIGHT IN THAT LOST KAEKESA.

Ah, this song, both in sound and in content, is like a hymn to the gods, full of holiness and holiness and holiness, so clear and so bright. If you describe it in color, it is...... It is...... Dr. Ender's brain twitched suddenly, and the complicated thoughts disappeared at once, and he wanted to describe the song he heard in color, but the color was—

"It's red...... Deep ominous red ...... It's such a beautiful voice, it's such a beautiful sound......" Dr. Ander once again looked earnestly at the great red moon, and once again confirmed: yes, this red is the color of the song. WHEN THE STARS ARE IN THE RIGHT POSITION, THE OLD GOD WHO WILL RETURN, THE RULER OF THE PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE, IS CALLED KAEKESA - THE NAME IS ONLY ONOMATOPOEIA, BECAUSE HUMANS CANNOT PRONOUNCE THAT NAME CORRECTLY.

"KAEKESA FROM THE PLEIADES!" Dr. Ender shouted impatiently.

He connected many things that he didn't understand in the past, and it seemed that the logically incomplete parts were also filled in, and he felt that he knew many secrets and answers, but he could not tell them to others in a human way. He couldn't form the right language, he couldn't think normally, and a strong external shock made him tumble back into the room, unable to get up for a while.

The intense pain made the terrible sensations that had been annoying him disappear, and Dr. Ander felt a sense of happiness for the rest of his life, only feeling that he was who he really was. He felt that he had learned a terrible secret, and that something even more terrible would happen next. This hospital can no longer stay, however, it is an island, and the access to the outside world has been closed. Not only the closure of the route, but also the closure of information, everyone knows that the pillars that support this hospital have abandoned this hospital, and it is an indisputable fact that they are no longer able to leave the island hospital, whether actively or passively.

The more Dr. Ender understood these facts, the more terrified he felt. He stumbled to his feet, his hands and feet trembling, and the light of the red moon shone through the window, and the silhouette of the shadows and furniture seemed to be vividly distorted. The room that used to be normal was gradually turning into a haunted house. Dr. Ender had no idea how he should cope, and his previous decisiveness and wisdom seemed to be blinded, even though he felt that he was extremely conscious.

"THE VIRUS IS KAEKESA OF THE PLEIADES, THE VIRUS IS THE KAEKESA OF THE PLEIADES, THE VIRUS IS THE KAEKESA OF THE PLEIADES, THE VIRUS IS THE KAEKESA OF THE PLEIADES, THE VIRUS IS THE KAEKESA OF THE PLEIADES......" Dr. Ender muttered to himself in the corner, he sat on the ground with his knees crossed, buried his face deeply, but couldn't help but use the corners of his eyes to touch the gap between his arms, he saw translucent hands, sticking out of the shadows of every plane in the room, Waved as if to catch something.