A terrible thought popped up in Dr. Ender's mind, and grew wildly, and it became unbreakable before he could deny it himself, and conclude that it was a false conclusion with all his known knowledge. No matter how much www.biquge.info attack or deny it, it has never disappeared from my mind, as if to say: maybe it's not right, but it's not wrong either. Dr. Ender understood that this terrible idea was taking over his mind in an "unfalsifiable" way.

However, science can and must be falsified, and Dr. Ander feels incredibly unbelievable that he, as a determined scientific researcher, has been rooted in an unfalsifiable mind. He felt horror in his uncontrolled thoughts, in conclusions that he had never realized but had become aware of by chance, in what seemed ridiculous and ridiculous, but which was actually happening to him.

Dr. Ender's throat was dry, and he didn't know when he couldn't make a sound. His vision blurred, cleared for a moment, and then blurred again. The low grunt sound was always in my ears, and I couldn't get rid of it, and the heat in my whole body was like even my blood was about to start boiling. He couldn't get up, so he could only kneel on the ground, embarrassed.

Then, he heard footsteps.

A footstep was coming from an unknown depth of the dark passage in the direction of his place. Dr. Ender's flashlight rolled to the ground, he felt his fingers losing strength, and he was full of fear at the approaching footsteps, he didn't know what was going to happen to him, he desperately hoped that the survivors who were acting with him would find out about his abnormality sooner, in his ears, in his consciousness, where he could see, everything that was vaguely and vaguely became strange, and the inanimate things seemed to come to life, wriggling in place.

The ground and walls illuminated by the light of the flashlight looked like the flesh and blood of some kind of creature, and Dr. Ender couldn't help but shake his head again, not feeling that what he was seeing was real, he told himself that all these horrible sights were just illusions, that his emotions were affecting the secretions of his brain, and thus forming the illusion of distorting these things. He told himself that he had to calm down, otherwise he would fall into that abyss of madness, no one could save him, no one could help him, he had to support himself, and he had to deal with the situation that happened to him from the calmest and most rational perspective.

However, no matter how much he told himself, he couldn't calm the frightened heart, and the sound of his heartbeat was as clear as thunder in the dark passage, and even made him feel that this heart would jump out in the next moment. When he felt so, his weak palm touched something soft and wet, and he didn't dare to guess what it was, but by the light of the flashlight, he saw what it was—wriggling flesh growing from the concrete floor, and the flesh buds that were so active as if they had their own consciousness were burrowing into his palm that he instantly felt the pain of piercing his heart.

Dr. Ender wanted to scream, but the sound he made had completely lost its human flavor to him. He tried to remove his palms, but the granes climbed up frantically and sewed into the flesh and bones, and the unusual, painful sensation of drilling made Dr. Ender faint. His eyes widened as he watched the anomalous flesh grow into his palms, arms, and shoulders to his cheeks and chest, and he squinted at the corners of his eyes, gasping for air, staring at the teeth and claws of the flesh in the corners of his vision, he couldn't describe how terrified he was, and he even wanted to faint quickly.

Then, at the boundary of his field of vision, the granulation stopped, and after a wriggling, the tip bulged out like a flower bud, and when the bud opened, Dr. Ender was sure that he was not mistaken, and what he saw was an eyeball, which at first glance was indistinguishable from a human eyeball, but it gave off a strong aura that was enough to confirm at first glance that it was not a human eye.

Dr. Ender's consciousness began to blur, his vision began to blur, and the impending anomalous crisis seemed to disappear again in the blink of an eye, the ground and the ground, the walls and walls, only the footsteps came very close. Dr. Ander tried to turn his head to look, only to see a foot in military boots emerge from view, and the foot was attached to a hazy upper body silhouette, which was-

"Takakawa clone ......" Dr. Ander murmured something that he couldn't even hear, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

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Dr. Ender didn't know when he regained consciousness, but when he realized his presence, he was convinced that he was dreaming. A relatively lucid dream is not an inexplicable phenomenon, everyone will always have such a feeling when they are half-asleep and half-awake, knowing that they are dreaming, but they can't wake up anyway, and they struggle hard, they will only feel that the body seems to be paralyzed, while the body in the dream continues to move unaffected, even without the control of their own consciousness. The strong sense of imprisonment even makes people feel that they will not be able to get up.

Dr. Ender knows that's how he is. He didn't force himself to be fresh, he just watched what was happening in his dream with a hazy mind: he was floating in an endless water, unable to prove that this was the sea, because he could not taste the water, or rather, he felt that he was "in the water", because visually, the rippling scene in front of him was as if he were in the water.

Nor is he floating in the water, but to be more specific, Dr. Ander feels like a ghost who has no contact with the "water" at all. The light doesn't know where it comes from, and the intensity allows me to see far, far away. There are many things swimming in the water in this wide field of vision, but not all of them are aquatic creatures. Dr. Ender sees fish, insects, animals, and plants, both well-known and unknown, and each time they swim, their silhouettes change into a very different kind of life, and the water is soaked in the water not so much a rich nature as a multitude of edged monsters. They seem to reveal the process of life growth and change, but sometimes this change has no clear and specific connection and meaning to Dr. Ender, as if it is just a change for the sake of change.

Dr. Ender didn't know why he had such a dream, he saw many beings here that he didn't know, but he couldn't describe the specific appearance of these beings, and when they left, the shadows they left in Dr. Ender's heart would quickly fade. Dr. Ender doesn't know what this dream is trying to say to himself, it's not like the type of "thinking about it day and dreaming at night", and it doesn't feel like it can be explained by a theory like "the scrambling and reorganization of known information about people". The dream is absurd, but it feels real, and although it is real, it makes it clear that you are dreaming.

All Dr. Ender could do was float, like a ghost, watching it all.

A throbbing struck that made Dr. Ender's ghostly sense of isolation disappear, and the water that permeated him suddenly swept him up. Dr. Ender was unable to resist, and was dragged to the deepest depths of the water by the force. Dr. Ender was like a drowning man, rolling and opening his mouth to get water pouring in, gurgling bubbles coming out of his airways, and he felt as if his internal organs had been poured with cold water, and he became extremely stiff, and it was even more difficult to breathe.

But in the midst of such pain, he struggled to move his fingers, moved his arms, connected his consciousness to his spine, and the next moment, he suddenly stopped his body and woke up from the nightmare. The painful feeling of suffocation was gone, replaced by discomfort in his lungs, and he couldn't help but cough. Then he realized that he was lying in a container that was uncovered, but filled with liquid, and that he was drowning in it, and that he was almost suffocating—no, no, he should have been sunk in this container long ago, and that the liquid was not the reason for his suffocation," the thought flashed through his mind.

Dr. Ander discovered that the color of the liquid in which he was soaked was very similar to that of LCL. No matter what it was, he seemed to have been rescued. Dr. Ander couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he thought of this, and more memories came flooding back, and he quickly combed through them in his mind. I seem to have found the right place, where else could it be but the hiding place of those lurkers?

That is, he was picked up and rescued by these lurkers? Dr. Ander looked around with questions, only to find that the place where he was, except for the container under him, there were no more furnishings, the empty room had a hard texture, saying that it was a cage was not like a cage, saying that it was a medical room was not like a medical room, it was always an empty and plausible room, Dr. Ander turned his body down, left the container filled with liquid, and stood naked in the center of the room, but did not find any entrances and exits.

"Who's here? Anyone? I'm Ender! Dr. Ander at the hospital! Dr. Ander shouted, echoing his own echo over and over again. Amazingly, the feeling of fever, hallucinations, palpitations, and paranoia was gone, and he felt that he was recovering to his best.

"I'm here to cooperate! Doesn't anyone here want to leave the island? No one wants to know what's going on out there? Undeterred, Dr. Ender continued to shout, "Listen to me—"

"Unfortunately, Dr. Ender, there aren't many people left to hear you." The second voice finally sounded, and Dr. Ander was overjoyed, and the most frightening thing about this operation was that the other party refused to negotiate because of his position. As long as we can communicate, it means that we have a basis for cooperation.

"Who? Who are you? Dr. Ender asked, turning around, but didn't see anything else in the room. Maybe it's a conversation through a device outside, he couldn't help but think.

However, in the next moment, a lamp lit up from his left hand side in order, and spread to the other end of his right hand, and the whole enclosed room suddenly became bright, and although there was still not much decoration and it looked extremely monotonous, one thing became obvious. The thing stood against the wall, so striking that the first time Dr. Ander saw it, he lost his voice.

Countless pipes hung from the ceiling, connecting a body that was fifteen meters tall. This body has the sexual characteristics of a human woman, but it is not *** but more like some kind of alienated and swollen tumor, like a multiplying piece of meat, like a random accumulation of metal equipment. To Dr. Ender, it is neither organic nor inorganic, and there is no clear dividing line between the two, and there is a messy half-hung feeling, but because of this, it seems particularly hideous, terrifying, and makes people feel a kind of empathy, from aesthetic consciousness to great pain in physiological consciousness.

This half of the female body is entangled and inserted with pipes, as if it is being abused, as if those lines have become part of the anomalous body. The huge volume of about fifteen meters was tilted, and it was only hung by pipes, so that Dr. Ender, who was looking up at it, felt a sense of oppression that was about to fall and fall on himself.

Staring at the thing—Dr. Ender couldn't tell himself exactly what it was, in short, it seemed, should be alive and wise—he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere, but could not find the relevant memory in his mind. Dr. Ander wanted to see its face, but there was nothing there, as if it was covered by an invisible black membrane that had a terrible attraction that made it impossible to take the eye off it, but paying too much attention to it only made Dr. Ander feel dizzy and gaggy.

No, really, this huge, I don't know what it is, just seeing it, makes people unable to generate any positive emotions.

"What are you?" Dr. Ander wanted to ask: Who are you, but, when he said it, it became like this. He himself didn't think that the thing in front of him was human.

"I'm Dorothy." The thing replied. Dr. Ender couldn't tell where it was coming from, but when he heard it again, the nausea and gagging he felt before was even stronger. This sound can no longer be described as good or bad, but it is completely a sound beyond the normal human hearing. Dr. Ander only felt that the sound had drilled from the skin into the muscles, from the muscles into the bones, up his nerves, into his brain, and made him wonder if the voice he was hearing was really saying something he could understand. (To be continued.) )