It's hard to know what happened to Mae's ritual and the old seal, and even if Dorothy talked about one or two, she said that she couldn't grasp the key by memories. The pattern engraved at the entrance seemed to him more like some kind of graffiti, and the strange things in the utility cabinet on the roof of the dormitory were more like mischievous jokes, and all the anomalies he could experience existed in the distance that he could only guess by his imagination, rather than some profound experience and cognition. However, if everything Dorothy said was true, then these things that sounded like a fantasy were really having a delicate and profound impact on herself and others, on the hospital and the whole world at all times.

Whether or not to take the stories he heard from Dorothy seriously, it is difficult for the husband himself to have a positive answer, even if he subjectively holds an attitude of preferring to believe it or not, or examines the connotation of these stories from a scientific point of view, in his heart, there is still a deep estrangement from all this—it is an atmosphere that has always surrounded him since the change in the hospital, it is from physical to mental exhaustion, too much fear of unknown and uncertainty, It is also a sense of powerlessness and oppression, and this atmosphere is suffocating and makes people wonder if "death" can be liberated.

That's why I'm here to listen to Dorothy's story – believe it or not, listen to these things that I never knew before, at least let myself know more explanations, know that there are more people trying to get out of the same predicament, and believe that it all has a cause and an end, and that I can really participate in it and make a difference. What he needs is a partner, someone else in a social relationship. Buzuofu always believes that the biggest gain from coming here is not to learn these stories, but to prove that he is still not alone.

"Is it effective to just draw the pattern of the old seal?" The husband asked along with Dorothy's words.

"Although the old seal entity belonging to Mae was lost, just according to the old seal pattern she drawn, I was aware of the illusion of dreams...... A huge amount of information poured in on me, making it too much for me to bear the mutation, and then the door was opened, and it turned out that the old seal was the key. Dorothy muttered, "But the intact old seal has been lost, and the fire buried so much that neither I nor I can find what Mae left behind...... Maybe she handed it over to Ah Chuan, but Ah Chuan himself didn't know, he just ate her...... How painful, how sad, if you can, you can't remember it. ”

Dorothy's voice changed from clear to a strange murmur, and although people did not understand the words, they could feel the confused emotions in it, which gave people an extremely negative feeling, and the only light touch, the intention to feel, would make people feel uncomfortable.

The husband is even more certain, even if she becomes this inhuman appearance, she is still a doomsday syndrome patient, and she has too many symptoms on her body. And, as a last resort, one of the most powerful computational structures in the hospital, her pathology is just as worrying, and at some point she will collapse like the rest of the patients with doomsday syndrome. He didn't know if Dorothy was already in such a terminally ill posture before the large-scale mutation in the hospital, and the results of underground research were enough to prove Dorothy's strength, and he felt that maybe he couldn't put his hope entirely on Dorothy. He already somewhat understood what Dorothy was doing quietly in private, and used some roundabout excuses to hide his behavior, which must be related to "Gao Chuan".

Although there is speculation, he has no intention of stopping it, because at present, "Gao Chuan" is still necessary. Even if the results of underground research are one or two percent credible, it is necessary to try it, because there is no better proposal. If he could, he would like to bring the news to the surviving researchers, although the accident in the dormitory building has caused the principal to fall, but there are still some personnel who did not enter the dormitory building, but only in the temporary al-Qaeda logistics after the transfer, this part of the people is more cautious, but in terms of knowledge and ability, in fact, it is the same as a group of people who entered the dormitory.

Dorothy is short of manpower, and there are just some people left on her side, so maybe it's time to reintegrate the organization, but until then, Buzuo has some things to know.

"Where is the color center? At this time, you must still be in touch with her, right? The husband asked.

"The Color Center is in charge of all LCL fluids, and in order to prevent external accidents, the place where she is has been put into full lockdown according to the Red Alert Regulations, and I can't contact her if it weren't for the power of the Dream Realm. You want to go to her? It's impossible, even if you know the location, you can't get in, you can't break through her defenses, and you can't knock directly on the heavy doors and walls. So, I don't think I should tell you anything about her. Dorothy's voice seemed to come back to her senses from the murmur, and spoke in a rather meaningful tone.

He didn't think it would be too smooth from the beginning, and the alert area of the color center had always been the most severe in the hospital. However, from Dorothy's answer, it doesn't seem that the color center is staying in her own "dream world" like Dorothy, and the facility where it is located is a hospital facility in the full sense of the word - does it really need to find Dr. Ender?

The principal's entrustment has been fulfilled. From the moment she learns that Dorothy has taken the chip - no matter what attitude she has - there is already a sense of freedom in not being a husband, and although she cannot change the fact that she has been infected by the "virus", she can do what she wants to do.

The principal's account, Dorothy's statement, and what she had seen with her own eyes had sketched a grand and unknown outline in the mind of the unmarried man, but it was for this reason that he had to listen to more: and Dr. Ender's understanding of the present situation, and what the color center had to say. If you don't make a husband, you can be sure that the rhetoric of the two must be in the details, and it is different from what I heard and understood before.

"So, where is Dr. Ender?" Buzuofu continued to ask, and he also felt that Dorothy knew the location of Dr. Ender, and there didn't seem to be much in this hospital that she didn't know.

"Dr. Ender has entered the realm of dreams." Dorothy said, "I can't locate him anymore. His position was not the same as mine, and the location of Doomsday Vision, and when he was last spotted, he went to the Tower...... He's been looking for cards, and you tell him there's a secret in them, and he believes it. Although I thought it was just a delusion, he was also infected by the 'virus', and the pain came so quickly and intensely that it almost destroyed his spirit - are you really going to go to him? He doesn't necessarily treat you well, he's become very dangerous now. ”

"So what should I do? Now that you've taken the chips, you've already made a decision, right? After a long silence, Buzuofu asked, "I have to do something, it doesn't matter if you have your hands and feet, I really can't stand the situation that I can't do anything." ”

“…… In fact, if there were still people needed, they wouldn't have disposed of the Takakawa clone so easily. Although they had an accident, it was not in the subjective initiative and direction of their actions. Dorothy seemed to express an attitude that was indispensable, and such an attitude made the husband feel that she was too relaxed, as if everything was on track, and she had nothing to do to do before she was here to talk to him—but in reality? Things weren't settled at all, and there was so much more she could do. The surviving researchers are certainly still looking forward to finding the color center, but if there is really no color center, Dorothy can do it.

"You know that there are other survivors besides me, right? I can get them to come over. Bu Zuofu finally said this to her bluntly.

"No, I don't." Dorothy's refusal was so refreshing that the husband couldn't help but choke in his heart.

"I don't need it anymore. Based on your infection status, your thoughts are no longer credible. Dorothy puts it this way: "The methods that a group of madmen come up with are not necessarily more useful than the methods that a madman thinks." ”

She really regarded everyone who survived today, including herself, as a madman. Although I can only hear her voice, I can still feel the resoluteness of this attitude. However, this statement and attitude are not as difficult to understand as the so-called "dreamscape" and "old seal" before it. The husband himself has already experienced first-hand that the crazy inflated thinking, the overly extreme and negative thoughts, will always distort people in great despair, terror and pain. And even if the person knows about this situation, he cannot control it, as if his consciousness and thoughts no longer belong to him - although he has always regarded the total amount of all consciousness as a complete self, at that moment, the patient will deeply feel that the so-called "self" is probably just an illusion.

The madness and distortion that people have developed because of doomsday syndrome may well need to be understood from a point of view that is deeper than the quantum theory and memetic theory that we know today, and from a perspective that humanity has never known. As for the distance between this depth and the imaginative theories of human beings, we can only know when human cognition actually reaches that level.

Therefore, Dorothy said "no", also because even she or the color center could no longer correct the consciousness of the survivors, and they could not even save themselves. Just Dorothy in front of her can already feel the contradictions and incongruities in communication, which are all the feelings that patients with doomsday syndrome will bring.

Once again, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

“…… So, I'm going to get out of here. He made the decision anyway. At Dorothy, he learns a lot of stories, however, the original intention is somewhat shattered, although Dorothy can still be considered the front line of the fight against the "virus", but she has her own plans, and she obviously does not want anyone else to be involved.

"The lights will show you the way." Dorothy didn't answer politely, nor did she ask him what he was going to do.

"Finally, do you really think your plan will succeed?" The emotions that fluctuated in Buzuofu's heart finally calmed down now, "Do you believe that your perception of the world today is correct?" ”

"No, everything is false, so everything is allowed." Dorothy replied, "I just have to believe it." You have something you have to believe in, but it's not necessarily right. In this respect, we are no different from others. ”

“…… I know that the unfaithful will be locked up in the walls of hell and punished. Only faith gives us strength. "Bu Zuofu has a cross on his chest, he is a killer, a scientist, and a believer in one of the most widespread religions in human society. He felt that it was faith that saved his life, and he always thought that his faith was very religious, and now, he was powerless and only faith was left again.

He hoped that this time, this belief in transcendent philosophies would also allow him to maintain his mental spirit in the midst of upheaval, and that no one else could save himself, not even himself.

As he looked up, the enormous and elusive outline of which seemed to have countless lights embedded in it gradually blurred, seemed to retreat, and seemed to be obscured by the abruptly expanding shadows, as if those lights were extinguished one after another, but Dorothy's form was doomed, and her retreat was definitely not a normal way. He couldn't understand the situation in front of him, he just restrained his thoughts, not to be attracted by this unknown phenomenon, and to swell up again. He didn't want to think, he couldn't think, and the pain of Doomsday Syndrome made him have to see everything in front of him to a limited extent. Since he rejected Dorothy's drug experiments, he had to support himself until the moment of change.

The things in the room receded from the blur and became clear again, and now he could no longer see anything that was unclear and incomprehensible. The room became an ordinary room again, with just ordinary equipment, and the scene of meeting and talking to Dorothy was like a hallucination or a dream. Bu Zuofu has a feeling that he has just come back to his senses, and his body is still wearing the blue patient gown, reminding him that what happened before should not be just an illusion.

Dream realm, such a wonderful word, but now, he still can't use this word alone to straighten everything out of the way, such as: Is the current self still stuck in the fantasy dream? What is the difference between when you met Dorothy and now?

In the moment's moment, a new light came on, and a route to the far reaches was opened in front of him.