Half an hour had passed by the time we arrived at the shelter along the route opened by the Interlocutor and the others, during which time we did not encounter the Interlocutor or any other mysterious experts. Although there are some worries that the shelter has been captured by the enemy during this time, there is actually no good way. Since I don't have specific coordinates and am at a considerable distance outside of my field of vision, I'm not going to try to shadow jump, this kind of power from making magic quarks is useful, but it's not without limitations, but the bigger problem is that I'm not actually clear about this limitation, but only because I think there are limitations, just like when using speed sweeping, although you can use "light" as a reference to exceed the speed of light, you have been limiting yourself to reach that speed.

Actually, it's not like I've tried to go beyond the speed of light, jumping with shadows to reach somewhere out of sight and without any coordinates at once. When I did this, I did succeed, and I didn't feel like I was consuming anything, as if I could do it countless times if I wanted to. But it's precisely because of this that people feel frightened, as if every time they use "mystery" to achieve such an extraordinary effect, they have lost something in a place that they don't know. However, it is precisely because I don't know what is the place and what I have lost, so I feel that it is difficult to let go.

I've been limiting myself, trying not to exert my power to the kind of Cheng that I can't accept. Perhaps this kind of self-limitation is just a kind of self-comfort, which is actually useless, and you can really go beyond the speed of light and go anywhere at will. But perhaps, this is the stupidity of being a human being, and it is also a proof of being a human being.

Human beings always have limits.

The mysterious experts I knocked out lay on rudimentary wooden rafts. Dragged by ropes, the rest of the mentally ill people, also sitting on wooden rafts, I pulled them forward. In today's team, the only mysterious experts who can move are me, Connector, and Anna. I never thought of having two ladies do such hard work.

The few mentally ill people who were imprisoned in the basement by the "interlocutor" and others and were lucky enough to survive were indeed the mentally ill people in the wooden hut area of the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital. Some of them have been regular visitors to psychiatric hospitals, while others have been transferred from other psychiatric hospitals through seminars. The biggest similarity is that their mental state, although equally abnormal, is mild and seemingly normal most of the time, and their incidence of onset is lower than that of other mentally ill patients in the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital. But. This does not mean that they are not in danger, in fact, although the Peninsula psychiatric hospital provides treatment to them in a "free-range" manner, the remoteness of the "free-range" place relative to the entire peninsula region has proven many things.

I don't know much about them, most of them from Dr. Nguyen Li's conversations with these mentally ill people. These mentally ill people in seemingly normal situations. They are not lacking in communication skills, but their common sense concept is obviously different from that of normal people. among them. There are not only really gentle patients in zài, but also perverts who are extremely vicious to ordinary people. There are even some patients who should be sentenced to death even if they are confirmed to be mentally ill, but the seminar took over this group of people. Keep them in this peninsula psychiatric hospital.

Driven by various occult organizations, the research required for the symposium is a wide variety of patients, and what they have to do is to find the group of people who best meet the criteria among the diverse patients. The process. A number of patients have been "consumed", but the background of the seminar is more than enough to compensate for it.

Not every mentally ill person in the cabin area, even if he took the medicine of the seminar, could enter the nightmare of the night, and very few of the patients who entered this nightmare survived by encountering the "interlocutor" and others. As I saw in the basement, many mentally ill people were tortured to death by "interlocutors" and others before I found them. Although I don't know whether the purpose of the torture of the "interlocutor" and others was merely a bad character, or whether the murdered patient had committed a crime punishable by death, it is difficult to think that the behavior of the "interlocutor" and others was correct just because of the scene at the scene.

On the contrary, treating these mentally ill people in this way makes people feel that the spirit of the "interlocutors" and others has also developed a pathology.

The mentally ill who survived and were held in a cage also suffered a horrific walk of consciousness. Even if I use the effect of psychic attachment to save them, I am sure of how their mental state has changed at this time. I kept talking to them to confirm their pathology, but I didn't gain much, although I knew the knowledge of psychological methods and often used them in adventures, but after all, I was not a professional psychologist, and I was not systematic when I studied, so I often felt bitter about many mystical experts and mental patients.

But in any case, on the way back to the shelter, the mentally ill were very quiet. They stayed with the unconscious occultists, only sometimes looking at them with strange eyes, but not really doing anything out of the ordinary.

In many cases, mentally ill people are like ghosts, silently dispelling their own sense of existence. And when they are attacked by strange attacks, they never shout, they sometimes seem excited, and it is impossible to tell why they are excited, but this excitement is not really reflected in words and deeds.

I pulled the wooden signs, carried them, slashed the weirdos all the way, and returned to the shelter. After experiencing these kinds of events, both the connector and Anna were in a calm mood. During this time, I performed several consciousness walks with them, but as I feared, the effects of psychic epiphysia did not manifest again, and I could not confirm whether there was any residual influence of the "interlocutor" in their consciousness. They have always felt "normal" about themselves, but they also did that to me when they were fighting with the "interlocutor" and others in the past.

The victim of consciousness walking cannot judge whether he or she is normal or not. It is precisely because of this standard that the net ball has established a complete set of processing procedures. To diagnose and clean up the victim at the level of consciousness.

If you can, it would be nice to have the friendly consciousness walker re-examine the head of the head and Anna. However, the NOG team has been broken up, and even the mysterious experts who survived the hands of the "interlocutors" cannot be determined. Are there any other consciousness walkers in your team besides the "talkers"?

In sheer numbers, there are far fewer Consciousness Walkers than Demonic Emringers. In the entire occult circle, this extremely small and very special group has a status that ordinary occult experts do not have, and at the same time is regarded by more occult experts in a colored eye.

Lacking effective means of consciousness detection, the position of the connector and Anna in the team is actually very awkward, if the other mysterious experts are still awake. I guess there will be a certain sense of rejection for the two of them. However, the only mysterious experts who could finally reach the sanctuary were me.

No sign of human invasion of the area could be seen from afar, but the strange quantity and quality of the area was far from comparable to when I first arrived. When we went around the Takakawa cemetery. It was found that all the graves had been excavated, and that Zài's body should have been stored inside. It has also disappeared without a trace.

Even if you can't see it with the naked eye, you can smell a smell in the air. Quite a few people have already arrived here and are hidden in the surrounding area. Their goals are largely clear. In my judgment, the timing of their invasion should be when they reach some stage in the depths of the night. At this time, the deepest night was far from complete, and I did not feel the "power of liberation" that these mysterious experts call it. This burst of power, it seems, has quite strict conditions.

As they approached the shelter, the relationship between the two of them relaxed. I think. They are not unaware that this place is under the watchful eye of the enemy, and the unspeakable enemy is hiding in the shadows, watching this shelter, and even my every move with them.

It's not going to be good, but it's still not going to turn out the worst, and personally, it's just as relieved.

"What a strange style, the Middle Ages?" As soon as Anna entered the shelter, her interest seemed to be aroused, and she was able to observe the situation around her with great energy. She said to me, "Assuming that this nightmare is based on the patient's cognition, then why is it that in this nightmare of the deepest night, the most common style is a modern scene, but a medieval fantasy style of deep mansions and small buildings?" ”

I can't answer her question. Only one hypothesis is given: this nightmare is not entirely constructed by the dreamer alone, and the activity of various mysterious organizations in this nightmare at least proves that there are other forces that are subtly influencing the patient's cognition.

Since there is a presence other than the sick, it is understandable that this shelter has formed such a style, and even the nightmare of the whole deepest night produces a certain amount of distortion.

"What are you going to do with us? Mr. Takakawa. The connector said, "I know we can't get your trust right now." ”

"Consciousness walkers are trouble." Anna complained, but as if it was a joke, without much anger on her face.

"There are acquaintances in the chapel." I said to them gently, "Where will I place the others." You are no exception. No matter what happens outside, I think this chapel is still a special place. ”

"Special ...... Place? The connector looked up at the alien cross at the top of the chapel, smiled a little, and said, "If this sanctuary was set up to concentrate the sick, and the concentration of the sick was for better sacrifice, then how can you, Mr. Takakawa, believe in such a special place in this sanctuary?" It's possible that what is in the chapel is the heart of the sacrifice, so that it can reflect its specialness, isn't it? ”

"Maybe. But in the chapel, there is zài the only person I can trust. That's all I said. There is some truth to the statement of the connector, the existence of the shelter is special in this nightmare of the deepest night, and this special can hardly be said to be due to the "history" of the nightmare itself, or to the mysterious organizations of the various parties. And in such a sanctuary, the "chapel", a place of worship that has a special meaning in any occult, is undoubtedly the special of the special, and the people who inhabit it often play a central role.

My trust does not come from the particularity of this particularity, but from the character in it, the human form called "system" - although she is different from all the "color" I have seen, but her name, what is contained in her temperament, and the sense of immediacy generated by intuition alone, I cannot eliminate the possibility that this "system" is also "color".

Even if Dorothy and Tie Se are now conspiring to stand on the opposite line from me and carry out the plan they have been planning all along, the last time they encountered it, they were already regarded as an obstacle to "not save zài". I still have an unusual, undivided sense of intimacy and trust with them.

I can distrust everybody here. However, you must say "trust", in this nightmare, in this shelter, there is only a humanoid "system".

Faced with my answer, the connector was a little surprised. However, I said to her, "You'll understand soon." "Because, Dorothy is in the network ball, then, the color tie that conspires with Dorothy must also be in the net ball, as the connector of the net ball, of course, she is very likely to have been exposed to the color, and then find a familiar taste from the humanoid system in the chapel.

Probably, in a sense, compared to me, "Takakawa who shouldn't have zài", the humanoid system is more accepting of the mysterious experts of NOG such as Connector and Anna. In fact, assuming that the humanoid system is related to the color system, then, the network ball has been watching the progress of this repeater's strategy, which is no longer a conjecture, but an indisputable fact.

The tiled roof, aisles, and low steps of the chapel had been covered with a thick layer of ash, but it should have been thicker. Now it's just level with the soles of your shoes, which is also an anomaly compared to the ashes flying in the sky. I lowered the rope, and the marks and footprints behind the wooden raft were quickly filled with the ashes that fell. Joints and Anna had already run up the steps, each aside, pushing open the heavily looking door. (To be continued......)