Under the gloomy sky, the black-and-white linear world moves in an indescribably complex interaction. Things that were originally firm and stable in the eyes of the naked eye are full of unstable dìng in the field of vision, as if exerting a huge force on one of them will cause a chain of changes in the surrounding qiē, and then collapse like dominoes. But, I know, it's nothing more than a delusion. These seemingly fragile and loose landscapes, the interactive movement of radiation diffusion, precisely because they are too complex, affect the surroundings at the same time, they are also affected by the surroundings, and they are by no means what I imagined, and they can be broken by applying a certain amount of force to a certain part - or even if it can be done, the force to be exerted is by no means the strength I think it is, but much stronger, and how much stronger it will be, is not something that my brain can calculate.

In the final analysis, the qiē I saw was still not the essence of things, but the result of overclocking in a chain of human sensibility talents. This black-and-white linear world, which does not exist anywhere except in my brain, is intuitive and can be understood by the brain and instinct, rather than explained by knowledge, but because of this, if other people were to see it, the scene is by no means what it is now.

I have always believed that man cannot understand the essence of things, because he is limited by his own existence, and so is the idea that it seems to be infinitely elevated. Limited and narrow-minded people are unable to comprehend the truth that is assumed to be limited but must be extensive, so if you pursue the truth, you will inevitably see a deep despair and incomprehensibility at the end. Therefore, when people try to understand the essence of things in a way that they can intuitively understand, what they see is only a distorted illusion - it seems to be correct, but it has limitations, and. This limitation lies in the person himself, so it is not actually correct.

What I see is a vision based on my perception of the world. Although I walk in the mystery, I have been trained by science, in my cognition. After observing the seeming of things, it has become instinctive to first sketch a general outline with known scientific theories. The black-and-white world of lines and dots, and the seemingly loose but extremely complex and solid intermovements, are my brain and instinct, the intuitive perception of this world. It can be explained by microscopic science, it can also be explained by the dimension theory, and even in line with superstring theory and quantum theory, but even so. It's still not what it really is.

Perhaps, it should be said, it is precisely because I have learned about microscience, dimension theory, superstring theory, and quantum theory that chain decisions form such a picture in the brain. I thought at one time that such observations would help me fundamentally. Interpret apocalyptic visions, for example, by means of guò "energy strings". By integrating the material and the immaterial, the consciousness and the matter, and creating a model that runs through the body and consciousness of the patients with doomsday syndrome, as well as the reality of the hospital and the apocalyptic illusion, the "virus" can be included in this model. for further analysis. Starting from this idea, the most useful power is not the magic pattern superpower that can only be used in the apocalyptic illusion, such as the Quick Sweep, but the "chain judgment" that can only exist as the limit of the human body. I'm well aware that chain decisions are in use. How much pressure you put on yourself, compared to the speed sweep that accelerates almost without detecting the consumption, the use of chain decisions is simply a loss-making behavior. However, I have also hypothesized that if I could use some method to resist the pressure of chain judgment overclocking and overclock infinitely, what would it be like, and perhaps we can see the "truth", and there are fragments of this hypothesis in various literary works.

However, I have come to my senses that such assumptions are nothing more than delusions. People have limits, and I'm not a superman, just an ordinary honor student. I also have limits, and I have been proven to be the limits of myself at the time of death. Chain judgments seem to be theoretically infinite, but they become practically limited because they appear in me as a human being. I am limited and can never see the "truth". Even if it is not the "truth", but the "virus", it is not possible to actually touch its truth because of my limitations.

"Virus" is something that transcends the limits of human existence, so it cannot be observed and recognized by all kinds of observation and cognitive abilities that are born on the basis of human beings. Although human beings learn to make tools, the information collected by tools is ultimately analyzed by people, and the results are still subject to man's own limits, and the tools that humans can observe, recognize and use are actually limited by their own existence, and cannot be endlessly enhanced, and this limit is also subject to man's own limits.

Human beings cannot truly observe, recognize and understand the "virus", and if they observe, recognize and understand something, then what they observe, recognize and understand must be incorrect, because the existence of the "virus" is greater than that of human beings. Referring to this premise, and the most important premise, it is naturally impossible for the chain judgment I have used to really capture the existence of the "virus", and even the true nature of the "doomsday illusion" based on the "virus". The qiē I see may not be entirely wrong, but it must be incorrect, and it is the illusion that arises when the unrecognizable existence is forcibly identified.

However, even so, the black and white linear scene that appeared in my mind was nothing more than an illusion, and its existence also had a powerful influence on the things in the inner part of the apocalyptic realm.

In the field of observation, the appearance of the face of black smoke was blurred, and the state of movement of the particles was magnified, and what I was facing was no longer the face of black smoke presented as an overall outline of "face-like smoke", but a dense aggregation of particles like an electronic cloud. These particles disappear and reappear, and their movement trajectory is not at all classical linear, which truly interprets the concept of "teleportation". It is like a wave, and the movement of countless particles creates a strong sense of hierarchy in the overall movement, advancing towards me layer by layer.

It seems to be slow, but in fact it has a referential constancy. To put it simply, it seems to maintain a sense of speed of ten meters per second in any environment, with any object as a reference - yes, just a feeling. I believe that as soon as people see it, they will definitely give birth to this value directly in their minds.

The face of black smoke is made up of a myriad of "movements" that have become mysterious, and thus make their existence full of mystery. But even the vision in my mind is so miraculous. I still can't forget the sadness, pain and fear that comes out of the appearance, as if all the negative feelings have been condensed. It is mysterious, and it is tragic, and its birth is like to deduce what tragedy is.

That's why I'm here. When I didn't really need to do anything, I overclocked the chain decision again. I'm not a hero, I can't be a hero, and I know that even if I end this black smoke face here, it will definitely not be an end, perhaps, this time the appearance of the black smoke face. It's just a test, and my shot. It will also become one of the test numbers. However, the blood in my body was rushing, and I couldn't stop the thought.

I'm going to crush this sad thing, kill it, and let it end. Slaughter. Not for heroic salvation, but simply to declare a painful end.

I'm not a hero at all, just a clown, but that's okay, I admit myself like this. Even if it's a harlequin. There must be a harlequin to do it, and it will be done.

"Takakawa Annihilation Cannon, fire!" I stood at the heart of the artillery array, under the double pressure of the chain judgment and the control armor, staring at the swirling black smoke face, without blinking an eye. I'm going to watch it end.

The cannon fire rang out in unison, and for a moment, it seemed that the space was solidifying and shattering, and then the sound sounded, and the firelight exploded, tearing at the vision and eardrums madly and ferociously. In addition to the sound of the volcanic eruption, the other sounds seemed to be torn apart. I saw that the face of black smoke began to bloom, covered in a fiery red glow, as if it were covered with a rainbow of clouds. In this gloomy, monotonous and pale nightmare, it is the only epiphany that blooms. It blooms and fades in breaths, leaving only patches of ash scattered like snow on the streets.

These scattered ashes make this street scene vivid, but it seems to empty your thoughts, and make everything fall silent. It made me feel that what I had done was not really meaningless.

The array of artillery began to shrink, and in a few breaths, as it had been unfolded, it reassembled, deformed, like the squares of a Rubik's cube, and spun and put together again into a suitcase. I lifted my suitcase and looked down at the three electronic demon emissaries who were still stunned, feeling the long-range observation fluctuations concentrated in the area. They were a little excited, and it seemed that the temperature was also a little higher. Perhaps, among them there are NOG people.

The three electronic demon messengers gasped and seemed to come back to their senses suddenly, looking at me as if they wanted to say something, but in the end they just nodded at me and ran to the other street. The long-range observation fluctuations gathered in this area also dissipated at the same time as if they were tacitly agreed, and the ashes seemed to be blown by the wind and scattered in all directions. I read that right, the ashes disappeared before they fell to the ground, as if they were melting in the gray fog, making the gray fog on this street thicker. In the corners that are invisible to the naked eye, but can be observed by chain judgments, more shadows begin to brew. The end of the face of black smoke does not mean that it has completely disappeared, but I think that the misery condensed in that face of black smoke must have come to an end of some kind.

I know that things are not that simple, and in general, unless the "virus" is defeated, the doomsday syndrome sufferers are saved, or, all the doomsday syndrome patients are killed, such tragedies will happen again and again, and there will always be many similar things in the cycle of doomsday illusions. However, if the death of Black Smoke Face is seen as the end of the role it played in this apocalyptic illusion, the doomsday syndrome it represents is a lot better to eat a bento on the sidelines after leaving the scene.

The most cruel thing in the apocalyptic fantasy is not the temporary torture, but the repetition of that cruel fate. I'll kill it here, but if I don't end the whole apocalyptic fantasy, then I'll be repeating it according to the "script". I've been aware of this for a long time. That's why I wanted a thorough understanding. I am tired, I have gained a lot, I have lost a lot, there is a lot of right and wrong, I can't tell the difference in my mind, but one thing I am sure of is that if I can't be saved, then even if I die immediately. Or, waiting for death without knowing anything is a better ending, at least, than struggling in despair and seemingly stopping. But in the never-ending cycle of reincarnation, it is better to bear those sufferings.

The most desperate thing is not to learn that it is irretrievable. It's about chasing the possibility that can be recovered, but knowing that that possibility doesn't actually exist.

I want to end a qiē. That's why we have this plan. No matter what the "river" is, what it has to do with the "virus", what will happen after defeating the "virus", and what will happen if it fails. It doesn't really matter. The important thing is that as long as the plan is successful, the best ending is the perfect ending of the reunion, and the worst is the end of complete death for all members. But in fact, the latter is actually an acceptable and good ending for me. The most unacceptable thing is that it will be restarted again. Usher in the "script" that keeps repeating.

Every qiē I have experienced has strengthened my inner thoughts. Moreover. I began to realize that my thoughts, in a certain way, were fitting into the truth of the end times. If the "end" is also a kind of "doomsday", then. When the end comes, it means the end of the curtain. I long for the end, and even more so for a happy ending, and in this sense, isn't it also an interpretation of the truth of the end times? Maybe. In the past, I guessed one thing correctly, the reason why Doomsday Shinrikyo is so strong and has so many followers is precisely because it is indeed a universal, deep-seated salvation for every patient with doomsday syndrome.

My thoughts are different from the teachings of the Doomsday Shinrikyo today, but the Doomsday Shinrikyo has never had a single doctrine, otherwise, there would not have been a triumvirate, there would have been no division of the triumvirate, and there would have been no rebellion between Father Sissen and Father Edward. Although they all have their own interpretations of the apocalyptic truth in their hearts, they have something in common in essence, that is, they all agree with the existence of the apocalyptic truth and regard it as a lifelong pursuit.

Perhaps, I will also become a branch of doomsday truth? I couldn't help but smile as I thought so. In any case, what I want is still the possibility of happiness for all, even if, I know, I can't do it. But I still look forward to it for no reason.

As I stood on the balcony and surveyed the street scene in the distance, my heart was filled with courage again.

I am Takakawa, who has arrived from a distant past and will go to an equally distant future that will end, and I hope that the future that ends will be beautiful.

This kind of cognition seems to run through every cell and every thought of me, making me feel that my past self is like struggling in a dark river to avoid drowning, and now I am stepping on the riverbank, although the surroundings are also dark, but there is a solid earth under my feet to support me.

The nightmare of Las Vegas has turned into darkness at some point, and I know that I am still in the nightmare. The familiar feeling of falling tugged at me, but I suddenly felt that the fall was coming to an end. As I thought so, the fall stopped, the feeling under my feet ceased to drift, a strong force came, and I stood in the darkness.

I couldn't see the direction clearly, and I didn't know what terrible things were waiting for me in the darkness, but my steps were no longer vain, my body was no longer floating with the current, and my nightmares had stopped falling as if they were endless. I knew what I wanted to be to be, and all I had to do was to carve out a path to that scene in the darkness. And I'm already doing it.

I shook my palm, and I felt like I was grasping something. I subconsciously looked there, and the darkness began to fade, and a large, familiar suitcase appeared. The silence around me made me nervous, but the heaviness of the suitcase gave me a sense of relief. I thought, as we move forward, let's look for the "river". So, silently but firmly, I walked all the way, with a hazy feeling in my heart that it was ahead.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and a force woke me up, but it wasn't fear. My heart has never been so stable, and my mind has not suddenly woken up to ignorance. I felt as if I had never fallen asleep, but the hot blood, the clear will, and the darkness could not stop my dream story, and it was not an illusion.

I walked to the window and opened the curtains, the bright morning light was a little dazzling, and I couldn't help but put my hand on my forehead, and the inside of my wrist suddenly burned like pain. I looked at the place, and the prisms that made up the magic pattern were reassembled, as if a new part had squeezed in, disrupting the position of the last three prisms, and the new pattern had been completed in the breath, it was like a four-leaf clover, and it was like a cross.

Fourth-level Demon Emringer. Obviously, I should have been surprised, because I never thought that I would reach the fourth rank at such a time and in such a way, I had imagined a way to promote the Demon Emblem, but when it was promoted, I couldn't be sure what kind of factors contributed to this promotion. My heart is stronger and stronger than ever, but is this the reason why the fourth-level magic pattern was born? This means that the third-and-a-half-level Father Sissen, in fact, still has some kind of defect in his heart?

There are so many things to associate and be surprised by, but in my heart, there is no surprise at all. Because, I just think, these things don't really matter. I'm already on my way, and whether or not the fourth-level magic pattern appears doesn't hinder my will to move forward, it may help me, but when I go out into the boundless darkness to find it, I never expect its help.

Now, even though the Demon Pattern has reached the fourth level, I haven't felt any change in strength in my body. No, maybe there really was something different, I looked up and looked in the direction of the park. In the dark, there was a feeling that told me, it was vague, but I was suspicious, the quark was there. In this repeater world, there are many differences from my past, but will the past be repeated at this time? I don't understand, but there are so many things I don't understand in such a world made of consciousness. I don't hesitate just because I don't understand. I pushed the window open and swept towards the park.

Like a ghost, I walked through the flow of people, jumping high with the help of the cover of buildings and the perception of interlocking judgments. The closer I got to the park, the clearer and stronger the feeling in my heart became. I didn't enter the park through the main entrance, but climbed straight over the wall closest to the route. I walked through the rustling bushes and cut a path with a dagger. I stepped on soft grass and piles of leaves, over mossy rocks, up near-vertical slopes, and avoided the people who walked the trails. From the opposite direction of the accustomed route, I came to the familiar tree.

Then, I saw a man.

It was a black, very modest missionary, or priest, with a cross on his chest and a Bible in his hand with a black cover. He looks a little old, but his mental outlook is very spiritual, kind and strict, and a strange harmony has been achieved in him, which makes people involuntarily get close, but they dare not get too close.

"Father Edward." I recognized him immediately.

At this moment, he was looking at a corpse on the ground with interest, but as if puzzled. I was amazed that there were actually corpses there, and it was definitely not a hallucination. The surrounding dirt had just been excavated, and several small bags of dirt had been piled up. I realized that on that day, the maess and governess of the morning exercise did see something, and that the reason why the others didn't find anything after that was because of Father Edward's manipulation.

Father Edward was attentive, I don't know what attracted him to that corpse, but it must not have been anything ordinary. When Father Edward heard my greeting, he looked up with a slight astonishment, as if he was also surprised by my arrival, but soon showed a strange expression. I don't know what this expression represents, but I think it must not be an accident that I met Father Edward, whose whereabouts are unknown, at this time and in this place. (To be continued......)