The researchers held down the husband's body. The power that erupted when he struggled was not at all like what his physique could have, and even so, no one was surprised by this "little thing". All people with doomsday syndrome who have fallen into mania have similar situations, whether it is a mental breakdown, or the power to vent in the madman's babbling and restlessness, all of which have precedents. In normal times, the violent and sudden reaction of the husband may be able to catch the researchers off guard, but now, the people in the entire hospital are potential patients with doomsday syndrome, and no one is sure that they and the people around them will have a sudden attack, and they are all mentally prepared, and when the husband goes crazy, it can almost be said that no one is surprised.

Of course, Buzuo's ability as a researcher can definitely contribute to this understaffed team, and the return of Buzuo does bring new information, and no one can erase his achievements for the team. Even so, when he became ill, others had no choice but to treat him as a patient - and even more frustrating was that the resources for research were now much less than before, and the whole hospital was in a strange and dangerous situation, and the outside environment was full of uncertainty, and no one wanted to risk their lives and go outside to experience that terrible encounter unless necessary.

In the current lack of resources, researchers can not provide adequate medical protection for the sick husband, and even need to use him as ready-made research material. Pushing oneself and others, having relatives in one's heart, and not being a husband at the moment is the future of all people. Every researcher has a mixed expression on his face when he is overwhelmed. In fact, the signs of illness had already appeared when he entered the observation room, but he had not yet reached the "critical point" that was drawn after summarizing the experimental data again and again.

If you want to talk about what kind of warning this illness brings to others, the most obvious one is: in this hospital, the condition of patients with doomsday syndrome is deteriorating faster and faster, and the critical point of onset is getting lower and lower, it seems that someone may fall into mental madness anytime and anywhere, and now the closed environment where he and others are can only defend against external threats, but completely unable to resist the anomalies from themselves.

Every researcher is walking on thin ice, and they know full well that similar cases of incompetence will become more frequent in the future, and like Russian roulette, no one can escape. And they themselves have to endure the constant madness of their companions, and the pressure of their own precariousness, in the terrible pressure of this terrible pressure, to do their best to complete their research—no matter how long the dark and desperate future will only grow heavier and heavier, how long will they be able to hold on?

No one can have a definite judgment. Anyway, say to yourself that "everything will be fine", but there is no sign of "it will be okay" at all, is there? The researchers' faces were heavy, looking at each other, but they were silent, no longer struggling, as if they had fallen into a coma, one of his hands had been cut off in the struggle, and the researcher who cut off this hand did not want to take off the mask on his face at all, as if only by hiding his face could he gain that small sense of security. None of the others who watched the scene complained about the bloody and rude behavior of these companions, for they were treated as if they were "monsters".

Like those with doomsday syndrome in the past, the husband has fallen into a distorted and self-egoistic spiritual world, which is the judgment of those who witnessed this scene.

In the past, there were many patients who behaved like this, they couldn't trust the people around them, because the normal things reflected in their minds became terrible, and they couldn't help but have the illusion of persecution, and this hallucination only became stronger and stronger over time, until it completely occupied their minds - in psychology, this is just a classic common mental delusion, but when the patient is a patient with doomsday syndrome, it is not a simple delusion of victimization. All patients with doomsday syndrome will have multiple mental illnesses, and as the condition worsens, the types and number of concurrent mental illnesses will increase, and in the latest statistics, before becoming LCL, the number of mental illnesses that can be diagnosed by terminally ill patients has reached dozens.

Complex conditions are entangled, not only mentally, but also physically, making the patient full of aggression and impulses that cannot be subdued by drastic means. In the most dangerous time, it is considered merciless to treat such a patient with only one hand, and it is not uncommon to shoot a patient directly - in this hospital, no one wants to threaten a patient with death, and no one wants to treat a patient with such drastic means, because it is not beneficial to the research at all, and the patient will not be effectively controlled because of the drastic means.

The way in which the husband struggles is not seen by most people is not deteriorating to the point of death, and the pain he shows when he is wounded, and the inhuman howls he utters when he goes berserk, are full of human feelings, not animal nature. It's just that no one can figure out what the husband wants to express, they can only guess-

The researcher who tried to take out the strange notebook that Buzuofu was holding on to his broken arm finally broke the fingers of the broken arm, and it was clear from the amount of effort he spent on the strange notebook, but no one knew what was recorded in it. Moreover, the style of the notebook is not at all the uniform style of this closed institute. It is precisely in order to distinguish between what is "foreign and what is internal", so as to strengthen security, so that each researcher's daily items are uniform, and any items that are not uniform will be contained in special warehouses.

Buzuo has already been inspected as soon as he enters the research institute, and as long as there are no mistakes in the degree, it is theoretically impossible to leave this notebook that is obviously from the outside - so how did Fuzuo save this notebook? And why do you show such persistence to it when you are crazy?

Obviously, this notebook may well be hiding some secrets that are inconvenient for the public, but at the same time, it is necessary to take into account the relationship between the pathology of not being a husband and the notebook, and it is necessary to be cautious whether you want to pick it up or read it. What used to be taken for granted is now dangerous, and even a plain-looking notebook can be terrifying.

The researcher who picked up the notebook failed to hand it to anyone else, and he blinked as if he had exhausted all his strength, his face tangled as if he had heard a terrible prophecy about himself. Except for the personnel who gave the bomb first aid to the unemployed man, everyone else looked at him motionlessly, and the air in the laboratory became tense and silent as each minute and second passed.

"Doesn't anyone want to see it?" The researcher seemed to be asking someone else, or as if he was saying to himself, "I'd better do it." At this point, it occurred to him that the meaning of the Fufu in his final madness could it be to warn the others not to look at the contents of the notebook. As he thought so, cold sweat quickly oozed from his palms and back.

He hesitated for a few seconds before opening it, but held the notebook down.

"I don't think we should look at what's inside. Perhaps, that's what the husband shouts. He said.

"Are you sure?" Someone asked.

"I'm not sure." He said, "If someone wants to see it, it should be opened by that person, shouldn't it?" I don't want to know what's in it at all. As if to emphasize this point, he also deliberately gave some examples: "According to our statistics, there have been many examples of words and sounds causing the condition to worsen, because there are many cases of sudden onset of illness because of what you see and hear." In the eyes of normal people, there is nothing strange at all, and it may be the main cause of the patient's seizures. ”

"Are you scared?" Someone asked again, but it was not in a questioning tone. The other party can understand this kind of refusal, which shows its vulnerability.

"Yes, I'm scared." The researcher hesitated for a second, then admitted unabashedly, "I can't imagine what will happen once I read the contents." ”

"Maybe nothing will happen." Someone spoke again, if you don't want to see it, then show me.

As soon as he finished speaking, the researcher with the notebook threw it over. The other party took the notebook and opened it without hesitation, quickly examining the contents, and nodded knowingly. Everyone else hoped that he would be able to give his opinion quickly, but they heard him say, "This is Takakawa's thing, Takakawa wrote it." ”

“？” Some people were surprised, "Did Takakawa write about it?" ”

"Never seen before." Some people say so.

"A fantasy story about his great adventures in the spiritual world of his patients." The researcher who examined the contents of the notebook said in a calm tone, "As long as there is a little bit of truth in the contents, it is enough to prove part of our philosophy." Takakawa ...... Maybe it's closer to the truth than any of us now. ”

"The truth?" There are also people who are skeptical of such a statement, and it is like self-deception to imagine how much authenticity this book has based on just one.

"Show me too." The others said so, and the notebook was passed in the hands of the person who wanted to see the contents. There were also those who were wary and indifferent to the content, but, until the end, the people who read the contents of the notebook accounted for a third of the number of survivors. Some of the bystanders who were aware of this fact moved their bodies covertly, perhaps too sensitively, but these people really felt that something was wrong.

Maybe we should stop them—someone said one after another.

"No, we can't stop it." The other said, rubbing his temples with his fingers, his face tired, "With our current situation, there is no possibility of refusing anything that may be a clue." Now I hope that Takakawa really has more information and will keep it secret in this notebook. "Until there are new victims, we can't be sure what the impact of the contents of the notebook will be.

"That's what makes people uncomfortable." Another said: "We haven't had good luck for a long time. Now, I want to get out of here...... If you can leave. ”

The others looked at the man and didn't speak, and if they were really free to leave, there was a good chance that the person who chose not to read the contents of the notebook would choose to leave. That notebook does give a bad impression to many people. Especially the ill husband, even if he has a broken hand, his broken arm still clutches this notebook, and the crazy and persistent performance makes people feel very uneasy.

As he spoke, Gao Chuan's diary had been roughly flipped through by everyone, and in the eyes of the researchers who read the contents, these stories completely reflected the mental state of a mentally ill person. The cruel, trivial, and godly words and passages make the reader feel a kind of mental fatigue and pain while drowsy, and at the same time, he can also feel the darkness and despair that pervade the whole text. The fantasy stories in this diary are by no means fascinating, on the contrary, they gnaw at the reader's brain like a monster, making people retreat, as if this is the only way to protect themselves, but in this sense of resistance, there is always a trace of strange attraction that they cannot completely forget.

Repulsed, but longing, they read it again.

Over and over again.

"Enough! Put that book down and go back to your work. Finally, a bystander felt something uncomfortable and shouted loudly, but even he himself could not say what was wrong. He believes in the research literacy of his peers, and it must be that Takakawa's diary has important value, so that people want to think clearly. If I had to say something, there seemed to be more people looking through Takakawa's diary, and they should probably designate one person to be in charge of the relevant project, while others restarted their original work.

"Wait, wait......" one of the readers replied reluctantly, muttering, "I see, I see......"

Onlookers also began to feel that the scene before them had become strange.

"What the hell is going on with you guys?" Someone asked in a stern voice, "Are you really not in trouble?" I feel like all of you should recheck. ”

"No, no, this diary...... There are many inspirations that seem to allow us to break through the research difficulties...... No, it's not inspiring...... I don't know what to say, but I now know in which direction I should continue my research. One of the readers looked up and replied with a strange smile.