In the depths of the ocean, where air is everywhere and weightless is felt, the presence is huge and strong enough to not question its existence, even if you don't see it with your own eyes. What exactly is this? Because it cannot be observed, and its appearance does not have any warning, it is impossible to get any answers, and can only be imagined out of thin air. And the more you imagine it, the more stressful it becomes.

Sha had also guessed that perhaps the abnormal world she was in was a world constructed by some powerful consciousness, or even a dream of this huge existence in the depths of the deep sea. Guess further, could it be the monster in the collective human subconscious as those outsiders say? However, there are too many existences in this world that can be called "monsters" from various angles, and from one point of view, "Sha" herself is now a "monster".

This world is mysterious, even the once prosperous Ruling Bureau, after all, fell into the mystery they found, the mysterious gray fog, so that the Ruling Bureau has created many incredible miracles, but also brought incredible horrors, the rest of the poison still exists in the ruins of the Ruling Bureau, and there are still people coming one after another, re-excavating these incredible things, and even, in a large sense, people can't avoid these mysterious and dangerous things, It's like these things are essential air for human beings.

The world has been in the process of the end of the world since its birth, and this process of the end is accelerating, which is the concept put forward by the wise man "Father Sissen", which is rare among outsiders, and everything that has done so far has proved the correctness of this concept.

In this apocalyptic process, everything is bound to go in a direction that is not expected by a person chasing survival. If this behemoth under the deep sea is not the so-called "monster in the collective human subconscious", its role in this apocalyptic process is no different from that of the "monster in the collective human subconscious", and it is a link in the apocalyptic process.

Giant, huge, terrifying, and immensely destructive, although still in the unobservable distance, the pressure and impact of it can already be strongly felt, and such a manifestation is full of symbolic meaning.

It doesn't really matter whether this anomalous deep sea is a world of consciousness or not. What is this mysterious thing that is full of great presence? Equally unimportant. Importantly, it is having an impact, and its appearance is a terrible meaning, a symbolic portent.

In these days of cooperation, Father Sissen would always say that "whatever people do, it will only speed up the process of the end times", and it was difficult to feel the meaning of this phrase long ago, even before "Sha" became the night of Valpurgis. Now, more than ever, she understands and understands, but she can't fully describe it in words, to explain why this is happening.

In a small way, this suddenness, which interrupted all plans, was not an accident, but something must have happened in a corner that he did not know, and the aftermath of this event spread and became a fuse—however, he could not know in advance what was God, where and when it happened.

There is a limit to what you can know, and everything you know is limited, but assuming that what everyone knows is known to others, a huge intelligence network is opened, and this intelligence network is not unlimited. There will always be some bad things that happen without people knowing. What man knows, the sum total of what many people know, is always small and limited in relation to the never-ending mystery and unknown.

When something happens, when its influence begins to spread, when the process is flowing in a bad direction, then all one can do is struggle in it, and even oneself is a link in this diffusion process.

is full of a sense of fate, it's like a script that has been written a long time ago, but it is not yourself who wrote this script. "Sha" couldn't help but think so. It's a terrible feeling, how much does it cost me to get out of this script? How much time do you have left to get yourself out of this script?

The script of the end of the world is so fast-paced, but it will not suffocate people without being conscious, but in a rhythm that makes people know but has no time to break free.

Just like this huge existence right now, it can affect itself, and it can't affect it, this real gap makes "Sha" know that she can only choose to escape. But where can you escape? To the surroundings? Float up? No, its presence is so strong that even though Sha has begun to try to stay away from it, it has not substantially reduced the intensity of this presence.

After a while, "Sha" felt that she could roughly think that this huge existence, perhaps because it was too far away from her, although it brought her a strong sense of presence and oppression, it would not have any further substantive impact. It's just there, and that's all. Even so, it is impossible to ignore the negative effects it can bring.

Although this understanding is not necessarily correct, in any case, it is impossible not to think so.

She's never had such mood swings since being Valpurgis Night. She felt that perhaps it was because she used the original image of "畀" in this unusual landscape, which implied that she did not have all the abilities of the existence form of Valpurgis Night here, but it was not completely absent. At least when it comes to receiving and processing information, humans are not able to achieve her efficiency at this time.

"What's next?" Sha fell into a contemplation that she had never seen before, even if it only revealed to her a terrible, hopeless, powerless condition. She didn't know what else she could do but do it. By thinking, immersing yourself in that incomparable fear, expanding what you know bit by bit, until one day you understand the unknown at the moment, and then solve the problem. Or maybe there is a new change, a new opportunity, maybe reinforcements, and that's the only thing you can do.

Sha curled up her cracked body, like a baby, holding her calves and levitating in the sea of air. She closed her eyes and fell into that contemplation that she didn't know how long it would take.

She began to think, and she could only think.

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Dr. Ender was busy, he knew that his days were numbered, and that what he had to do, and what he had to do, was not necessarily going to be the decisive thing. He just tried to do it. In the dark tower, he had many incredible experiences, which he had never imagined to exist before, not something concrete, but a process of change, and until now, he is still haunted by these incredible, terrifying, and desperate changes. He read "Takakawa's Diary", sailed through the universe in a state of hallucination, and wrote down the phrase "fantasy dreamland" with his own pen. What does all this mean? He had many conjectures that even he could only tremble and feel cold in his brain, but the conjecture is still a conjecture to this day.

It took a great deal of effort for Dr. Ender to break free from the inflated speculation and draw his gaze back to this "shallow, small, superficial" world. He believes that it is his own practical qualities as a researcher that save him, however, he also realizes that these hallucinations and incredible experiences that he produces are more or less related to the actual situation that he is "already a patient with doomsday syndrome". As long as we can't solve the "virus" by ourselves, then those unrealistic conjectures, those uncontrollable hallucinations and thoughts, and the physical and physiological pathologies that accompany this psychedelic experience will never be fundamentally resolved.

In the past, the only thing researchers in the hospital could do for patients with doomsday syndrome was to prescribe some special drugs for special situations to temporarily relieve the pain. Nowadays, however, there is no special medicine, and it is not enough to complete the special medicine without sufficient equipment, without a color center, and without a wealth of knowledge and wonderful inspiration in related fields. The researchers who have made outstanding contributions to the field of miracle medicines, such as Dr. Nguyen Le and her mentors, are either dead or not here.

This tower is so dark, so closed, so desperate. For a while—Dr. Ender didn't know how long he had wasted—he was wandering in a state of confusion. He had to admit that those incredible experiences in the tower had deeply shaken his self-proclaimed strong heart.

What finally cheered him up, Dr. Ender believes, is his own negligible self-esteem.

He didn't want to die like this, he didn't know what else he could do, if it was right, but, no matter what was good, he couldn't do nothing.

As a result, he began to recall each of the studies he had been exposed to since he came to the hospital, the meaning behind each research, and the different circumstances it represented. He tries to connect everything he knows, whether it is a hallucinatory cognition or something more tangible in his cognition, with a clearer line, trying to get a clearer answer—an answer that is not to tell himself why the world is the way it is; Nor is it to tell oneself how one can save oneself; It's about letting yourself know that you can do something.

After that, he got the answer, and this answer also returned to square one: the only thing he could do was to continue his research on the "Human Completion Project", organically combining the new elements and puzzle pieces with the results already obtained in the past. In his own opinion, his approach has begun to deviate from the foundations of scientific research. Because, many of those factors and puzzles are just a conjecture of oneself, a fantasy, a voice that suddenly bursts out of my head, and has never been confirmed. If in the past, the "human completion plan" was at least theoretically practical, then today even the theoretical aspect is somewhat unrealistic.

However, Dr. Ender can only do this, and he must do it. Because, if he didn't do this, he couldn't help but continue to write "Takakawa Diary", and continuing to write that terrible and desperate, full of unknown fatalism and nihilistic story, would only make his spirit collapse faster. He even felt that if he came here and found Takakawa's legacy not himself, but other patients with doomsday syndrome, they would also do the same thing unconsciously.

When he experienced this involuntary behavior, he felt that all the patients with doomsday syndrome were continuing to write "Takakawa's Diary". This book seems to be written by the mentally ill "Gao Chuan" himself, he is not the only one who wrote it, maybe he thinks he wrote it himself, but what drives him is also a force that makes him involuntarily, and it is the pathological and comprehensive spiritual will of all patients with doomsday syndrome - the spiritual connection between patients with doomsday syndrome is being fed back to "Gao Chuan" in such a way.

But knowing that this is not a good thing, Dr. Ender will do everything in his power to avoid doing it himself. Fortunately, or rather, it seems to be full of a vague inevitability, and continuing to delve into the "human completion plan" is the only thing that can avoid the continuation of Takakawa's Diary. Dr. Ender himself is not sure, it is completely his own choice, his own will, because he himself is already a patient with doomsday syndrome.

Based on his own imagination, he re-examines the legacy of "Takakawa". Including the "Takakawa Diary" that is like the whispering of a mentally ill person and the inexplicable cards. From these things that he could see and touch, he traced the state of "Takakawa" and the three girls in his mind. He could realize that the darkness in the tower he was in was not unchanging as he was thinking, and that it was hidden in the darkness and could not be accurately observed and proven.

Maybe it's their own hallucinations, some fangs and claws are about to move in the dark, and it is their stupidity that causes this feeling of dark change, and their appearance and stupidity have a certain relationship with their own thinking—it's like the frequency and direction of their own thinking, which determines their changes, if that's all, then you can almost see these monsters as an illusion.

Dr. Ander dismissed all of this as an illusion and ignored it. However, in his heart, there was an incomparably tenacious voice that was denying this kind of behavior as an illusion, and he always felt that it was wrong to do so. He had to carry this strong, intuitive feeling like his own heart to do it.

It's a difficult thing to do, and it's hard for people to do something that they don't feel right and that doesn't do them any good – even if it's bad, it has to be, at least on the surface, in a short-term good that they can perceive.

However, Dr. Ender continued his thinking and work in a state that went against his own psychology, in a dark, inadequately equipped environment.