Takakawa jumped down the stairs, or rather, when he came back to his senses, he was already suspended in mid-air, falling towards the next level of the stairs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Although his calves are gone, his feet, which seem to be unconnected to his body, are still moving according to his will, as if he hasn't lost them at all. When he landed on the floor, the touch from the soles of his feet reminded him that he was completely unharmed - but he could not tell whether "hurt" was an illusion or "not hurt" was an illusion.

The thing that resembles "Young Takakawa" is so weak for a thing with a physical body, but the weirdness that grows around it has spread all over the building. Those hands reaching out from all directions took Gao Chuan's knees, and kept pulling his body, but at this time, even if he was touched by these hands, his limbs did not continue to decrease, but the distorted form gradually made the limbs lose their original shape, and Gao Chuan felt that he looked like a slightly human-shaped "dough".

This dough is softer than a skeleton human body, full of elasticity and stickiness, Takagawa only felt that when it fell to the ground, the reaction force was compressing himself from the soles of his feet, and when he reached the end, his body began to contract again, compressing, rebounding, stretching, and swaying like this, but his body was not thrown up because of such force.

Gao Chuan felt disgusted, his own deformation and inner screams, from the hallucinations and delusions, from the entangled grotesque, there was something that could not be seen or touched, but could be felt personally, it was not only emotions, but also feelings, any factor other than rationality, and he felt like he was being strangled by an invisible python. It strangled so tightly, with its cold-blooded eyes full of malice, with the slightest sound of tongue, with its slippery scales wrapped around this deformed body.

Takakawa just ran desperately, knocking off one arm after another, and the earth didn't know when it was watered. When Takakawa realized it, the pale yellow water had already overflowed his feet, and he suddenly felt that all this was surprisingly familiar, and it must be a scene that some "Takakawa" had seen before. If you want to ask which "Gao Chuan" it is, in addition to the "young Gao Chuan", Gao Chuan can't think of more candidates. However, while experiencing all this, he couldn't help but ask himself, is the scene in front of him really a reproduction of "what happened to young Gao Chuan"? Is there any distortion or cosmetic in this reproduction? For example, it was only based on "what happened to the young Takakawa", and after revising it, it produced the grotesque scene in front of him.

Think more deeply: Will "Jiang" really copy the "past" unchanged?

Takakawa felt that the answer was no, but whether it was true or not, he could not confirm it. He did not have such ability, nor did he have such an opportunity, and he knew very well that he could only passively receive what was presented to him by these supernatural things, and could not go beyond his own limitations in a short period of time to observe what was hidden behind these supernatural things—time, time was passing, and time was passing faster and slower than ever.

When time passes faster, it always makes Takakawa feel that "he doesn't have time to do anything".

When time passes more slowly, it always makes Takakawa feel that "he already wants to stop".

However, no matter whether this sensory illusion of time is fast or slow, Gao Chuan has never had any other choice, in the same period of time, he can only do one thing, but he does not do this well, and then things will get better.

Takakawa had done his best in the escape, and all that remained was what he was powerless to do, and even then, his situation did not get any better, and the metamorphosis continued, from the physical to the mental, from the observable exterior and the inner that could only be dimly felt, from the most subjective thoughts on the surface of the brain to those instinctual instincts, all of which were deformed in an incredible way.

Gao Chuan raised his head again, and when his sloppy eyes focused, he found that he was still stuck in the building. Before he knew it, he was already standing at the door of the toilet - he felt that this was a guide in the dark, not a trap guided by "Jiang", but before entering, who could be sure?

The yellowish stagnant water had come to the knees - it was empty, not invisible, the water was not parted here - except for the surface of the feet where the texture of the water could be felt, and there was no feeling from the top to the knees. He stretched out his hand, but what he saw was no longer a hand, nor could it be described as the limb of any animal, it was a combination of irregular lines and facets, a biased edge and convexity, and yet he could still use it to push away other things.

Those hands reaching out from the ground and walls were still tugging at Takakawa's body, but their strength seemed weaker and weaker, but Takakawa didn't feel any sense of joy from these seemingly debilitating changes. At every moment he could feel something coming from behind, the sound of his feet falling into the water, the sound of low, suppressed breathing, the sound of a slow, heavy heartbeat, the whispers of inhumanity, the deep gaze.

At this moment, Gao Chuan felt that the things chasing behind him were getting closer to him, and his heart was full of fear, which was a fear that could not be eliminated by experience, experience, vision and self-control, and this incomparably familiar sense of fear allowed him to guess who was behind him.

The woman.

That "river".

She caught up.

Before entering the toilet, Takakawa finally turned around. He saw her again, that healthy and beautiful body, that hideous smile, that eager and deep look, everything was just as he had seen her for the first time. This woman also stood in the pale yellow stagnant water, the difference was that Gao Chuan stepped on the stagnant water by himself, and the ripples spread outward normally, while this woman stepped on the stagnant water, but the ripples converged towards her frantically.

It's like attracting, it's like eating.

"Who are you?" Gao Chuan didn't want to ask, but he couldn't help but ask. He knew that the woman in front of him must be "Jiang", but "Jiang" also has many humanoid postures, and each humanoid form shows a strong inhumanity behind human nature, but just as the individual and the whole of people are also distinguished by individuality and commonality, each "Jiang" humanoid also has a small personality in addition to commonality.

Even, from the analysis of the information he obtained, the concept of the entire "river" is like a social form composed of a group of twins, just like a disease strain that originates from the same pathogen but produces different differentiation.

Gao Chuan is still not sure whether the place where he is, the image he is now, is the embodiment of materiality or consciousness, whether it is a nightmare or the "reality" born in another temporary data hedging space. Therefore, he has never wanted to do superfluous things, so that such a vague concept of "Jiang" can be consolidated in such a clear form in front of him.

This idea comes from the witch VV - the witch VV was not originally a witch VV, but an independent but vague personality concept, and it did a lot of work before it was finally fixed in the form and concept of "witch VV", which existed and profoundly affected this apocalyptic fantasy.

Referring to the situation of the witch VV and the speculation about the formation process of the "witch river", Takagawa felt that the situation of the witch river, which is similar to the "Omi trap", can actually be seen as the fact that the "river" has taken the initiative to descend into the observation range of everyone in a more specific state. Yes, no matter how active the observation and thinking angle of one's own side is, in the state of affairs of the "appearance of the witch river", all the responses of the entire New Century Gospel are out-and-out passive, and the source of this passivity will not be changed by the people on one's side.

This means that "Jiang" has always taken the initiative, and even if his own side took the lead in using the "trap program", it has not changed this.

At present, my own passivity is the best proof.

Based on this judgment, imagine what will happen when you affirm that the woman in front of you is a specific "river" from a specific perspective, and is no longer just a vague conceptual existence of "river"? Gao Chuan thought of the answer almost instantly: the witch river may or may not disappear, but the woman in front of her will exist, not only in the current scene, but also in a broader scope, to be observed and recognized by more people.

"Jiang" has changed from an incomprehensible and untouchable indescribable existence to a concrete, detailed and accessible existence, which indeed satisfies the premise of defeating it, and this is exactly what the "Omi Trap" is going to do. But the problem is that this specific and detailed existence that can be contacted is not immutable, and its combat effectiveness is definitely not the same.

There is no doubt that Witch Jiang is very powerful, but Gao Chuan feels that the woman in front of him is even more powerful and terrifying, even if she does not have the distorted body of Witch Jiang all over her body, but completely looks like a beautiful and healthy woman.

Takakawa's intuition, which seemed to run through all the impressions of "Takakawa", warned him that even when he was distorted into such a form, when everything he saw and felt was indescribably crazy, it was also cautiously warning him that the "Jiang" in front of him was very strong, and it was by no means so strangely powerful as it was now, but a more direct power from a sensory point of view.

It's like the power of a hammer when it smashes a walnut, and it's like the horror of melting steel at high temperatures.

Direct and deadly, far beyond the witch river.

Even with such a warning, Takakawa still asked. Even if the thing on the other side looks like a woman, its purpose is to make him ask this sentence. He felt that when he asked it, the question was also full of déjà vu - as if he had asked it countless times and then received the same answer countless times.

"Who are you?" The answer to this question has always had the deepest meaning, and it has always brought profound changes to the answerer.

The hideousness on the woman's smiling face began to soften after the question, as if she had changed from a raging madman to a young woman who only seemed to be lively.

However, this kind of calmness in his expression did not make Takakawa feel relaxed.

Even all the grotesque manifestations around him have a sense of calmness.

"My name is Tomie, and it's a pleasure to meet you." The woman's softened and lively expression gradually took on a new change, but before Takakawa could figure out what the change was, the woman's figure had disappeared from his field of vision.

In a moment when you can't even do it in the blink of an eye.

A huge and overwhelming presence appeared beside Takagawa, and there was a whirring pressure from the blind corner of his vision, and when he realized it, something hard had already smashed against him. Gao Chuan only felt that his body was broken into two, and he couldn't help but fly towards the toilet, and at the last moment, he finally knew what hit him.

Tomie, who had just retracted his left leg like a whip.

"It's finally time to come out." She said.

After that, Takakawa's vision fell into darkness.

Gao Chuan felt that he must be wrong, obviously his intuition had already warned so strongly, but why did he still ask that question? Would things have gotten better if I hadn't asked that question myself? In any case, when you ask a question and the other person answers, what will happen is already determined. Takakawa thought, because he realized that he was "thinking", therefore, he did not feel that he was "dead" at all.

In the description of some stories, there are always people who wonder "whether they are dead", and Takakawa is completely incomprehensible. Because, if you die, you will not remember anything, and all activities from physical to mental will stop. The very idea of "thinking about whether you are dead" is contrary to the meaning of "death".

Gao Chuan was very sure that he was not dead, but he was not living normally either—patients never lived normally, and he was used to it.

It's just that this time, when I think about it, I no longer have the feeling of falling into a dark abyss, but an ordinary, shallow feeling of rest. He felt that he could open his eyes at any time, however, he was suddenly a little scared to open them. He knew very well that he had made a mistake that he did not know the depths of, but since it was a mistake, it would definitely have corresponding consequences.

Gao Chuan has endured many of his mistakes, but none of the previous ones have been as profound as this one.

After a second pause, he finally opened his eyes.

The sky was falling with ashes and sparks like snow. The sky and the earth were covered in a dull gray, leaving only the outline of ruins.

Everything in front of him is exactly the place where he fought with Father Sissen before within the scope of the Ruling Bureau.

He finally came back from that terrible nightmare.