There are many things that can be solved after knowing them, and there are also many things that I can't do even if I know them, and the huge fate I feel envelops everything, from the reality of the hospital to the apocalyptic illusion, from the apocalyptic fantasy to the repeater world, no matter which of the three is the real "real world", it cannot escape its influence. And in such a root script, we play a role that will exit when it is inevitable, and in this concept, there is no such thing as "salvation", because each character is completing its inevitable journey, however, I just don't like what I see, the sadness, madness and despair shown in this script, I still hope that the people I love can survive to death in a good fate.

Therefore, I hope that the creator of this script can communicate and persuade, not cold as a cruel machine, but has a close relationship with me, and can fulfill my wish to a certain extent, to change the existence of this apocalyptic script - if it is not at present, then I hope that my actions can make it what I hope it is. In such a post-apocalyptic script, everything will change according to the will of the writer, so I don't understand what it wants, but I still hope that it can be merciful, no, just a little bit of care for me is enough.

Therefore, I hope that in the end, it is not the "virus" that will decide everything, but the "river". If "river" and "virus" are exactly the same thing, then my hope is meaningless, so I hope, even more. It is decided to believe that "Jiang" and "virus" are different, and that "Jiang" will show a human side because of his own observations.

Yes, I must admit, all this. It's just my naïve and stupid thoughts, and after I have such thoughts, I connect with all kinds of clues from the past to prove the correctness of my ideas. This is my plan, a plan born out of subjectivity, conjecture and psychopathy.

When it comes to "reality" and "normality", Setsu, Dorothy, and any Takakawa in the past are more realistic people than me. He is also a more normal person than me.

I don't need anyone to talk about this kind of thing, and I know it very well.

So—

Even if Youjiang said, "Paradise is a useless thing, and you shouldn't expect anything from it." It doesn't matter if you list all kinds of simple logic to prove the correctness of this statement.

Because, I observe things and understand the logic of success or failure, obviously with her. And everyone else is different. No matter how much proof there is to show that Youjiang's statement is correct, it doesn't matter. As long as there is a possibility in my logic that her statement is incorrect, then I always believe that the possibility of incorrectness must play out - she cannot prove that she is absolutely right, then. I must have believed that she must be wrong.

Just as she can find all kinds of reasons and logic to prove herself right, I can also find all kinds of reasons and logic to prove me right, and the ultimate right is still after the event. The final proof can only be obtained when the results are determined. It is only when the dust settles that the traces of fate, the signs of the script, can be observed, and any judgment before that is just a word that shakes people's hearts.

"I see, so you think." Youjiang stared at me, and the left eye formed by the eye of the moon shimmered with a blurred light, as if it was about to lead the other person into a nightmare, "Indeed, any situation must speak in terms of results, and the so-called 'inevitable' is also an afterthought that can only be released after the results are confirmed." So, before you can come out, I'm going to kill you. This way, you can't observe the results. If you really think that your own observations can determine certain things to a great extent, then your own death is the biggest weakness of this kind of observation. ”

As she said this, I couldn't guess what she saw in the flood of thoughts I was directing. There have always been very few opportunities to talk to Youjiang, and during most of the meeting, her expression always gives people a crazy and radical feeling, as if she has been shaped into such a unique personality, but it is only such a shaped image, with an extremely awkward sense of intentionality. In any case, I don't think that the various impressions of her in the past are "correct", or rather, in the present, I feel that the image of her in the past is a fake.

The current Youjiang gives people a feeling of "easy to speak", although it makes me feel that she suddenly talks more, and she is like a villain in a movie drama, always having to tell her plans and opinions at the last moment of the upcoming victory, and then answer for the audience, providing enough time for the protagonist's counterattack. However, I still felt extreme fear that the script I was in was a theater of reverse thinking.

"Are you ready?" You Jiang asked, and seeing that I was silent, his voice sounded in his ears again, "Are you in a daze, Gao Chuan, this is not good." "When I realized it, I had barely had time to put my arms to the side of my face when a heavy force hit my arms and threw me out along with my entire body.

So fast! Not observable at all. In my heart, there is only this shock: when and from which angle did Youjiang attack? I didn't find an answer after I was shot away. It was as if my battle instincts were out of order, and I couldn't get the slightest sense of use. Out of trust in the Swift Sweep Super, I am more inclined to the possibility that Youjiang's attack "does not have a process", that is, it is like when Sitianyuan Gacozi was still the Lady in Red, but it was more thorough than the Lady in Red, and when she struck, the result of "I was hit" was determined.

Is this phenomenon also caused by "conceptual rebellion"?

Because the body below the head is made of the material of the structure, this blow is just "heavy", and it is probably impossible to directly withstand it if it is replaced by a weaker body. At the same time as I was smashed into the air, I activated the speed sweep superpower, eliminated the inertia, and arbitrarily chose a direction to gallop, I didn't think about how I should act, and Youjiang's thinking lock did not lock the embodiment of this thinking direction. I pretend that my thoughts and actions are like a scrambled dice. Do your best to avoid being seen through your actions.

In the invisible high-speed passage, I saw the figure of Youjiang, who seemed to be still in the position of attack, and in terms of direction, it was right behind me--look. Just as she had suddenly arrived here before, her right foot raised like a whip and whipped towards my head - however, this figure became more and more blurred even in a state of rapid sweeping, and I subconsciously knew that Youjiang was actually no longer there, and now all I saw was a remnant.

So. Where is she at this time? When I had this thought, I suddenly felt an abnormality in my right hand. The discomfort that came from the part where he was hit by Ue's whip leg before was expanding, and it was not just pain, but a feeling of rejection and danger. I couldn't help but glance at the area, only to see a piece of flesh spreading over the seemingly inorganic texture of the structure. And this piece of flesh is the source of the anomaly, it is a living foreign body, and as it wriggles, there are particles protruding from the surface of the flesh.

I immediately used my fingers to pull out the piece of flesh. It seems to have taken root in the construct material, albeit with the surface removed. However, there are still tiny threads attached to the body of this construct. The flesh that had been pulled out seemed to crumble, disintegrating into black water and trickling out from between my fingers.

Is this the power after absorbing the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts? Saya's flesh and black water assimilation? As soon as I had such an idea, I saw Youjiang suddenly come up from behind me and get five meters away from me. Her posture seemed to be looking straight ahead, but her left eye tilted abruptly, staring at me as if she had a consciousness of her own.

I swung my knife-like weapon against the "Radioactive Ash Particle Resonance Device", and visible ripples rippled in the space, all the way towards the Youjiang River. I originally thought. This level of attack could somewhat delay the opponent's movements, however, the second attack hit my shoulder from the left side without me observing it at all, without feeling it at all—but the right side was clearly on the right side.

This attack was the same as the last one, with the force of a whip-like whip that made me fly to the right involuntarily. At the last moment, I changed the direction of the invisible high-speed passage, and only then did I regain my balance with the help of the inherent impulse, and at the same time staggered the position of Youjiang.

At this time, the ripples in the space had already enveloped Youjiang. I was almost knocked into this rippling, warped space created by my own weapon.

The figure of Youjiang became misty in the ripples, as if stirring the water waves, making the reflection fragmented. Yet, I could feel a gaze locked on me.

Yes, it must be the left eye - this unobservable, as if there is no process of attack, is not caused by Youjiang's "conceptual rebellion", but by the power of the left eye formed by the eye of the moon. I judged it so. The experience of being a mystery expert has led me to try to make extended guesses based on this judgment in the first place. However, such thoughts were suddenly overwhelmed, and the innumerable thoughts that arose at the same time were like poured grains, burying the original thoughts at the bottom.

I was in a trance, and when I woke up, my left hand and waist were already covered with flesh, and these flesh was growing tentacles, dancing vigorously, as if it was fiddling with my left hand according to its consciousness, not mine.

Without hesitation, I cut off this left hand and dug out the flesh on my waist, and the flesh that was cut off and dug up floated in the void of the universe, gradually melting into a cloud of black water. Immediately after, this black water exploded, forming a variety of tangible and qualitative, full of strong spell-style phenomena that sputtered in all directions.

I swung my sword-like weapon, creating a concussion that shattered all magical phenomena.

It is obviously an extremely hard structure, and there are few mysteries that can cause damage to it in a short period of time, however, after the combination of Saya and Black Water, the power generated is like the nemesis of the structure, and just a slight contact caused me to lose my left hand and part of my waist. Even the magic pattern couldn't fill the gap in the first place. If it were a human body, at this time, even the internal organs would flow out of the huge wound in the waist and abdomen.

Fortunately, the body of the construct, even the inside, is "solid".

This is what happened in "one second", and by the second second, Youjiang had already reappeared directly in front of me. Again, I can't help but think that while the synchronicity of the final weapon is mysterious enough to keep up with my speed, the effect of "always in front" is enough to avoid the disadvantage in speed, or at least not to avoid the frontal battle with the enemy's speed. Sure enough, no matter which "river" it is, there is a way to crack my quick sweep.

I can't defeat it, and once again I feel that I can't defeat such an enemy by my own words. In a one-on-one situation, the "Final Weapon" has enough decisive power to kill "Takakawa".

Even so, I still believe in my victory, that I am not alone, and that Dr. Nguyen Le will prove that his plan works, but it will take a little time......

"It only takes a little time." I said this to myself, but I couldn't be sure how long it would take, so I just believed it, and then I persevered and fought.

I used my arms to protect my head, and in the collision with Youjiang, I lost my hands twice, lost my right leg once, was cut off by my waist once, separated my head once, and turned into flesh and blood after being eroded by the power of Saya, and was cut off again and again, turned into black water again and again, and turned into the spells of the wizards of the Doomsday Truth Cult again and again - Youjiang is simply a wizard of wizards, and every spell I have ever seen is full of stormy continuity in her hands, which makes people unable to breathe. Although my speed was fast, she used spells to forcibly limit me to a range of no more than a kilometer in length.

I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, my body already swaying in the wind, and I couldn't make myself better off, even with tools in my hands. Every time I feel as if I can't hold on next time, but the next time it becomes the next time, I can always find the attack that Youjiang will inevitably hit, but it is the least likely to be the decisive blow in the quick sweep, and at the cost of bearing this attack, in exchange for a chance to get out, and then, through the magic pattern to make up for the missing body. (To be continued.) )