I still haven't figured out how big the inside of the repeater in Las Vegas is, even though I've been here for quite some time, and I haven't even stepped out of the room - it's not just a room, I've moved several rooms since I woke up inside the repeater, but these rooms have few windows and a limited view, giving the impression that "the whole repeater is made up of just a few rooms", but there is also a thought that "it should be a little more extensive". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The contradiction between what I see and what I feel makes people a little concerned, and even then, it seems impossible to get out of the labyrinth of the room.

I don't make up my mind before practice and visual inspection, but my years of experience in mysterious events have made me very aware that sometimes even what I have seen and experienced is not true. Therefore, observing the scene outside the room, hallway, and window is also something I will definitely do. It may not be appropriate to say this, I feel that the rooms I have passed through, including those with different window positions, are actually the same room, and from the superficial information obtained from observation, it seems that there are many doors displayed in the corridor, and the corridor is twisted and turned, and there is no end, but in my intuition, there is actually only one corridor, and there is only one room, and the difference in what I see is actually only an illusion of visual senses, but the illusion is so frequent and real, it really reveals the strangeness inside this repeater.

I don't know much about Las Vegas repeaters, or rather, I don't know much about all repeaters. The information I know and the information I feel intuitively can only let me have "The prototype of the repeater is a special temporary data hedging space called Valpurgis Night, and the core of this temporary data hedging space is a psychic integration device. ”

I'm aware of the "Psychic Integration Device", but it's not the information I got from anyone's mouth - although I seem to know it from someone in my memory, but from a personal point of view, it's more like "information that has existed in my memory for a long time, but I don't usually care about it, and it pops up when I notice it". It is precisely because of the recognition of the "spiritual integration device" that the recognition of the "personality preservation device" has become a matter of course. Of course, logically speaking, I have doubts about the fact that if you know the spiritual integration device, you will know the personality preservation device, but I can't say that I don't know anything, can I?

First of all, I am most accustomed to confirming the actual problems that I cannot answer as a fait accompli, and as the premise for solving new problems. That's how I lived in the Las Vegas repeater. Time doesn't mean anything here, the past doesn't matter, and I don't forget how and why I got here. I decided to look forward and dramatize what had already passed and write it down in my diary. Therefore, if anyone sees my diary in the future, they will be surprised that I, the person who writes the diary, why I write "other people's things", and some people may wonder if they have seen it with their own eyes. But the answer is very simple: although there are many plots that match the actual situation, in the writer's case, most of them are written according to my own feelings, sometimes on a whim, sometimes in vague dreams, which is really a very random approach, and I sometimes do not even think about whether it is "logical".

At the end of the day, when I observe what I'm going through, I already feel that my logic is becoming fragmented, and there are so many things that I don't know and understand that I can't understand, and I am amazed at the bizarre and mysterious nature of my life. Since I don't have "logical" expectations for my own life, what logic is there for a novel that writes a pseudo-diary?

I don't think it's really true or not, logical or not, it's not very important things. If a reader sees my "diary", whether or not I am regarded as a mentally ill person as an author is also not too important to me. I'm just writing about what I've seen, felt, and experienced, and I'm adding a condiment called "dramatization" to it.

Whether the reader can distinguish the truth from the true and false, the mysterious and illogical plot is also a pleasure for the author himself—a pleasure that can be felt before the reader has it, at the time of writing.

Turning back to the topic, I calmed my mental and physical fatigue and wounds in the Las Vegas repeater, exploring the situation inside the repeater, and in the process, contemplating the meaning of my existence, strengthening my belief in moving forward, documenting my past, and obtaining the information I could get my hands on - most of the time, I spent thinking rather than acting, and after realizing that the environment inside the Las Vegas repeater was like a repetitive labyrinth, I spent most of my time in the room where I am nowI can't say what is so special about this room, after all, I just chose one of the corridors and many rooms that seem to stretch infinitely, and there is no special purpose.

This room is one of the few rooms with windows, and perhaps it is one of the important indicators that I subconsciously refer to when I made a choice on a whim. Another room can be seen from the window. I've seen a room with a window, and when you look out of the window, you can see the inside of another room. However, I am quite sure that when I first entered this room, the room opposite the window was just like this one, empty except for a few fixed pieces of furniture that could not obscure the view, but when I decided to stay here, at some point there were signs of people coming and going in the room opposite the window.

I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but at some point, when I looked out the window and looked into the room opposite, it was all black and white — it had the feel of an old black-and-white movie, and the colors that were still vivid and clean had been erased away — and sometimes there was noise, a hallucinatory noise.

In the monotonous, noisy black and white, the figure gradually became clear, and it was the figure of Dr. Nguyen Li—this was not the first time I had seen Dr. Nguyen Li inside this repeater. In fact, when I first woke up and lay in a room that looked like a medical room, I spoke to Dr. Nguyen Li, and during that time, even when I was at the time, it seemed as if I was talking to my own hallucinations.

The perception that "Dr. Ruan Li is dead" has always been very strong, even when looking at her figure and involuntarily talking to her. For me, it is inconceivable that Dr. Nguyen Le will appear in a doomsday vision, both in and outside the repeater, and although there are many reasons to try to understand the situation, they are not enough on their own to make me indifferent.

I must admit that even if I don't express it on the surface, my heart was very shaken when I saw Dr. Nguyen Li in the apocalyptic vision. And what happened after that gave me a sense of foreboding. It is in this wavering and ominous understanding that the perception that "Dr. Nguyen Le is dead" becomes clearer and clearer.

The perception that Dr. Ruan Li has died is not only aimed at Dr. Ruan Li in the apocalyptic illusion, but also to Dr. Ruan Li who goes deeper into the reality of the hospital - to put it simply, even if I can still see Dr. Ruan Li in this incredible way and talk to her, I still feel that she is actually dead, and what I see is just an illusion, even if this illusion still cares for me as usual.

In the black-and-white movie-like scene seen through the window, Dr. Ruan Li, who exists like a hallucination, seems to be observing a patient in isolation, sometimes working at the desk, sometimes staring at me, her every move is full of the regularity of life, so that people can clearly feel when she is working seriously and when she is resting.

Unlike when I woke up and saw Dr. Nguyen Li in the treatment room, Dr. Nguyen Li did not deliberately talk to me in this scene full of noise and like a replay of an old movie. It's another thing for me to take the initiative to talk to her, even if I talk to her, the questions she will answer are extremely limited, and most of the general questions that are limited to life will be answered, but all the questions raised about the "current situation" will be ignored or diverted from the topic.

If you look at Dr. Nguyen Li's room, you will find that the furnishings in that room are gradually plumping. Most of them are information documents, and there are also some strange-shaped paintings, which constitute a strange atmosphere that makes people involuntarily avoid looking over there. I sometimes think that it should be Dr. Jiang and not Dr. Nguyen Li who is staying in the room.

Perhaps, it has something to do with "Jiang......

I didn't think about it deeply, because all the situations related to "Jiang" will eventually involve the "virus", and then enter an unpredictable and desperate situation.

I wasn't sure what I was seeing, and what I was feeling, meant what it meant. However, I have already recorded it in my "diary", and maybe in a long, long time, some smart person will burn the truth to me, who has already entered the tombstone. Thinking about it this way, I am somewhat looking forward to it, but rather, this is not actually a horror in my feeling, but rather a "romantic".

There are many more incredible things inside the repeater, so I won't list them all. When I felt that everything was back to my best, a strong intuition suddenly crept into my head. It was as if I could see something, hear something, as if there was a shock in the darkness that my body could not feel, but my consciousness was touched, and it swept over me in an instant. Then, it dawned on me one thing: the collision of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Holy Land and the Repeater of Area 51.

There is no way to explain how it was understood. All in all, this information first appears in the mind in the form of "sensations", then into more concrete cognitions, and then into an illusion visible in a trance. I felt that something was calling to myself in this illusion, it was like getting lost in the forest at night, in the darkness, hearing a familiar voice but not remembering who it was, but because there was no more choice, I subconsciously wanted to pursue the voice that was near and far away. Then, a voice warned me that it was a decoy, but I would never let it go because it might be a "decoy".

On the other hand, since such a strong feeling is a kind of "bait", I am very interested in what is behind the "bait" and even what can be used as the "bait" itself.

Of course, I am aware of the dangers, but in fact, looking back on my own life, I have long been in a kind of danger that makes people feel more depressed and hopeless. The danger in front of me doesn't make my situation any worse. No, to be precise, it won't make "Takakawa" worse. Therefore, I don't particularly want to avoid it.

By following the senses through the repeater, you can get to that place - in this intuitive intelligence, I think the Las Vegas repeater is starting to move. Even if the mobile space is confined to the room, I can still feel some external situations, from the universe to the surface of the earth, all the disputes are presented in the form of this intuitive information, and I can understand it subconsciously. The perception that "the repeater is moving" is based on this information that "you don't need to see to feel and understand".

There is no need to ask what kind of place the Las Vegas repeater is located, how it moves, and what form it takes, and the best answer is to feel "proximity". In the process of "approaching", I can feel the existence of another self: the self that should be the only "Takakawa" in this apocalyptic fantasy.

The closer we got, the tighter the connection between me as Takakawa and the other Takakawa becomes, like a myriad of threads sewing us together, a connection that is strong enough to cross any kind of gap. And relying on this connection, it seems that more information that another Takakawa knows is also flowing into my cognition. The situation of the whisperers such as Omi, Dorothy, Marceau, Hachijing, Sakiya, and Super Department is especially clear: the other me is making rapid progress, and the personality preservation device has been applied to the eight scenes, allowing the whisperers to develop by leaps and bounds. And such a powerful crowd is carrying out a plan for the whole world, and I am inevitably in their calculations.

These hazy perceptions do not provide me with more detailed information, but the general information is not much different from what I wrote in my "diary" - in this sense, the diary I wrote was as accurate as a peep into their actions. (To be continued.) )