What does the door to the rooftop look like in this building? It seemed clear to no one in the team that they used to go to offices and institutes most often, not to patients' homes, and there was no need to understand every detail of the building where patients lived. They are not busy alone, every work in the hospital has a strict distribution system and confidentiality system, and the division of labor and cooperation here is very meticulous and close. Nowadays, no one has asked questions about this door, and no one seems to have the ability to do so, but the strange and dangerous anomalies of the past make people feel frightened, as if all things that usually have other meanings have lost their most common sense meaning here: light is no longer light, shadow is no longer shadow, and the door is certainly no longer an ordinary door, and its divergent meaning swells in everyone's mind, making them wonder whether they are thinking nonsense or what is really happening.

An overactive mind is not always a good thing, even in normal times, and in this hospital, in today's situation, it is not a good situation. They know what they should think about and how they should adjust their psychological condition through the right thinking activities, and many of them are experts in this area. However, all these efforts were in vain. No one can thoroughly understand why, when one delves into one's state at this time, one finds that "one's mind and consciousness seem to be out of one's control" -- there have been many theories and conjectures that have been able to explain such a situation in the past, and all of them have made sense to a greater or lesser extent, but when one can analyze the situation with these principles, but cannot improve the situation through these principles, everything that was considered correct in the past will inevitably be questioned by oneself.

"No, there's no way to ......" someone made a difficult sound, and it was precisely because of his voice that others regained their subjective consciousness as if they had just woken up from a nightmare.

"Everyone's alright, right?" The principal didn't open the door immediately, but first turned around and confirmed to the person behind him, "All count." ”

So they counted one by one. After reporting the number, everyone has a sense of reassurance, although the exact number of people, I don't remember, but I feel vaguely the number, and, if the number is wrong, the person who knows the exact number will also bring it up. On the other hand, since no one can say why, it's probably fine.

......The sound of the principal's breathing, accompanied by the murmur of electricity, reached everyone's ears, making them feel that the silence of the other party seemed a little strange.

"What's wrong?" Someone asked, "If you don't open the door soon......

"Something went wrong." The principal said with great certainty: "It seems that no one has ever wondered why we are just here." ”

"What?" The others were a little confused, and even though everyone was tightly covered by protective clothing, just by observing the postures and movements of each person, it was still possible to detect that the person in charge reacted differently from the others. No one could figure out what he meant just from the tone of his voice, without being able to observe his expression.

"As I said before, we're going to pass through two of the most dangerous places: Dr. Ender's and the three girls' rooms." The principal's voice was raised, but his voice was even lowered, and there was a stern smack, as if he was reproaching something: maybe it was himself, maybe everyone here.

“…… Yes, that's it......" Someone finally remembered, and couldn't help but scream, but deliberately lowered it, turning into a weird, distorted low voice, "Did we pass through there?" ”

"Nope! Of course not! Others were more sober, and they finally understood what the principal was trying to say. Obviously, he and the others had already planned it, but when they actually took action, they climbed up the stairs in one go, and they didn't go out of the corridor at all, let alone pass through the two rooms - and they said that they would pass through those two rooms, which was almost very certain, thinking that it was the place where they had to go to the rooftop, because everyone thought that it was impossible for a normal staircase to lead directly to the rooftop.

So, is it because the cognition at that time was wrong, or is it that I and others are now in another inexplicable situation?

"This staircase really leads directly to the rooftop, right?" The others finally came to their senses, and the contradictions in their logical cognition made them shudder. It is impossible for them to make such a mistake of common sense, but now it is clear that people's common sense has become less reliable, no matter what makes it unreliable, but the result is already in front of everyone's eyes: the door that seems to really lead to the rooftop is in front of them, so should it be opened?

Some of the memories were confused, perhaps because they were too nervous, but most remembered that they had a very certain attitude when they were sure that they must have passed through Dr. Ander's room and the three girls. So, assuming that the cognition and judgment at that time were correct, then where does this door that appears in front of us lead now?

Behavior that seemed to be problematic began to be a little confusing, and clinging to logic to make judgments seemed to be problematic, because the standard and correct reference that should have existed—whether it was memory or some other kind of information—had become a question of its standard and correctness.

The problem of the door alone is enough to make people feel a headache, but from the problem of the door can be extended to more problems, these problems are full of ignorance and frightening logical confusion, people can no longer trust their senses and memories, and people can't help but subconsciously think about why they are the way they are, and how to solve them. However, they are faced with an emergency situation that they cannot even "think through".

When someone tried to come up with a new idea, everyone heard the sound of a violent crash coming from under a few corners of the staircase - like a huge, heavy object moving heavily, not like a falling object, not like something overturning, and even though they didn't really see the actual scene, the sound alone could still paint some kind of strange picture in everyone's mind, making them subconsciously think that it was really some kind of anomalous creature of great size and weight moving around, as if it was instinctively foraging for food after waking up. The descriptions and descriptions are so vivid, but they are really something that comes to mind in an instant.

Everyone felt more deeply sensitive than ever, as if they should not be a scientific researcher, but an artist.

"What the hell is it?" Someone stammered and asked, "Is it really a creature?" Mutated creatures? But there's never such a thing in the hospital, right? We're studying patients with doomsday syndrome, not doing biological weapons experiments, right? ”

"It's Takakawa...... It must be Takakawa...... Those Takakawa clones are mutating! There are also people who mumble this, but this perception is still only a minority.

The source of the sound became more and more active, and gradually began to show some kind of purpose, and the thing began to give the impression that it was coming upstairs.

"Oh my God, oh my God." Someone was so anxious that he was sweating, "What floor are we on?" Fourth floor? Fifth floor? Sixth floor? How many floors does this building have? ”

No one answered him, not even the person in charge, who seemed the calmest on weekdays. Perhaps because there are so many anomalies encountered, no one can give a clear and correct answer to such a question.

Yes, no one knows what floor they are on, and no one can swear by how many floors this building has. They just knew that they were approaching the rooftop upstairs, and something terrible was approaching below.

"Can't think about it anymore." The principal warned, "We've known for a long time that there's already an entity anomaly in this building, haven't we?" Nothing surprising now. I'm going to open the door. ”

The others looked at each other, hesitated, but remained silent, and put the decision in the hands of the principal. The principal did not hesitate any longer, grabbed the doorknob, which was unspeakably red or orange, and which was of a very comical quality because of the smell of plastic, and then pushed the door open with a bang.

Suddenly, a frowning smell poured out from behind the door, making everyone dizzy, obviously wearing protective clothing, and the breathing holes of the hood were also equipped with a filter device, but there was no way to filter out this smell. This smell is not like smelling with your nose, but more like it has directly entered everyone's minds from another dimension, and it is recognized as "smelly". The others behind the principal were not able to see what was going on behind the door at first, but they could hear some of the principal's staccato stiff voices from the communication device, and they couldn't tell whether it was coming from the man's mouth or his bones.

All in all, all the information that could be felt could not give people a sense of reassurance, only that there might be an equally terrible other world behind the door, and the person in charge who walked in front of them was already stunned by the terrible situation - his body seemed to be frozen suddenly. A moment later, someone pushed him on the shoulder, but the feeling of passing back even through the thick protective suit made the pushing guy feel as if he had touched something uncomfortable.

This was not a good omen, and the man standing behind the principal made a stirring and quickly pulled the principal backwards, kicking the door panel back to make it close again. The heavy sound of the door closing echoed hollowly in the not-so-spacious staircase, and the loud response provoked the reaction of the unknown thing below the staircase, and the heavy crash that gradually went up paused in the loud and hollow echo.

At this moment, all those who could hear the sound froze, as if they had stopped breathing, until a new movement woke them up.

"What the hell! What the hell is behind the door!? Someone lowered his voice and asked angrily.

"No, it's not me......" The person who kicked the door also looked a little flustered, he didn't have the temperament to do research on weekdays, and the logic of his speech was also bullshit, as if he was lamely shirking responsibility, "I, I didn't see it, he ...... He seems to have a problem, and I'm trying to save him. Saying this, he seemed to have something in common, and emphasized: "Yes, that's it, I tried to save him." Hey man, are you okay? Say a word. He whispered as he nudged the principal's shoulder.

As if he had just woken up from a nightmare, the principal responded in a somewhat trance-like voice: "Yes, yes, it's okay. I have no problem, no problem at all. ”

Immediately afterward, the sound of some huge creature colliding downstairs rang out again. Everyone was a little anxious and asked, "What's going on behind the door?" Is it a rooftop? "They just want to know that. Didn't they come here to escape from the rooftop? Coming to this point, the back road has been blocked by the strange anomaly that I don't know what it is, and it is impossible to go downstairs is a good choice at all, and I can only count on the rooftop behind the door.

"Ah, yes, rooftop, it's rooftop." The principal hurriedly said, however, everyone still had some doubts, because there was something wrong with the principal's appearance before, but even the person who closed the door didn't see what was behind the door.

No one dared to take the initiative.

The principal paused, seemed to sort out his thoughts, and then said: "Behind the door is indeed a rooftop, but it is ......"

"In danger?" Someone asked eagerly.

"No, it's not, it's just some anomaly." The principal paused again before he said to the others, "I, I saw the moon, but it was not a normal moon at all. ”

When he said this, others simply couldn't understand it, even if they knew that there seemed to be something wrong with the moon, but what was the problem? If you don't see it, you can't even touch a single edge. However, if the moon just looks a little problematic, it seems to be a slightly calming situation among all the bad things. Because, everybody knows, how far away the moon is from the earth.

"It's also possible that there's something wrong with the atmosphere and you can't see the moon as you normally would." Someone immediately raised it in defense.

"Shall we go in then?" Another asked.

The movement downstairs was a little closer, and the answer was already obvious: "We have no choice." ”

"So, do it again." The principal didn't seem to be able to do much more, and once again he grabbed the doorknob, pushed it open with all his might, and rushed in with a desperate momentum. The others followed, and after that, they finally understood what the principal was talking about about the moon.

It was as if it had shed blood, as if it had dried up for a long time, and it was no longer a bright and vivid color, but it was distinctly ominous—the color of the moon that could be seen when you looked at the sky today.