It is difficult to describe exactly what the mental world of the tormented people looks like. Through their eyes, into their hearts, after pushing open the doors, each independent spiritual world is presented in a posture of unity into the senses. This is the world that can only be observed with the "mind", and it is a qiē that can only be perceived with the senses, and the forms that can be understood and observed by guò itself. I have always believed that if the spiritual world is explained by a scientific view, then the "spirit" must be high-dimensional. Under normal circumstances, the spiritual dimension is higher than the physical dimension, and people cannot observe it completely, and once it is observed, it will inevitably be reflected in the way of "dimensionality reduction" because of the low dimensionality of people's physical cognition.

Even if a consciousness walker can use the power of consciousness walking to get in touch with the world of consciousness more intuitively, the limitations of his own cognitive and observation ability still cannot make the consciousness walker see the most real appearance of the world of consciousness. Only then will we observe the "weirdness" that cannot be explained, that cannot be described, and that exists in the world of consciousness.

I don't quite understand what are the principles of these "weirdness" in scientific explanation, and I can't use scientific knowledge to analyze these "weirdness" itself. However, if these "weirdness" are also theoretically and can be explained scientifically, then they must also be presented to consciousness walkers in the form of "dimensionality reduction" from the high-dimensional world because of the observation behavior.

No one can explain the "mystery", which is not fixed somewhere in the unknown, but an unknown relative to the "known". If there is a premise for the statement that "science can explain a qiē", that is, "the unknown is finite", and the progress of science can sooner or later resolve this limited unknown, but if the unknown is infinite. Then, the statement that "science can explain a qiē" is not valid at all. Then, the premise of the existence of "mysterious" is that the "unknown" is infinite, and no matter how the scope of the "known" is expanded, the end of the unknown is still infinite, and there must be an infinite "mystery" relative to the scope of the "known".

The power of the "mysterious" acts on the actual being. When you can feel and perceive things, they will manifest themselves in phenomena that seem to be similar to your own cognition, such as fire, frost, curses, space and time, etc., but their nature, the principles and ways of their action, cannot be analyzed. It is precisely because it is impossible to get to the root of it. Therefore, even if the phenomena of "creating flames", "increasing speed", and "controlling air pressure" are manifested, they are still "unknown".

In this concept of "mystery", there is never the possibility that "with the progress of science, the mystery will gradually be recognized and then die".

The contradiction between science and mystery, in my understanding, lies in its preconditions. Whether it is "the unknown is finite" or "the unknown is infinite". For me, it's about what I can observe. I want it to be in the "finite unknown" and be understood by myself, but I want it to be "infinite in the unknown", and fill my heart with the expectation of a variety of possibilities, especially in the face of a hopeless dilemma, I tend to the latter.

As long as the unknown is unlimited. There is no absolute necessity, and every seemingly hopeless result must have the possibility that it can be changed.

So, if "mystery" is just "mystery", I like science. I also look forward to "mystery". However, the connection between the apocalyptic illusion and the reality of the hospital makes it impossible for me to simply regard the "mystery" in the apocalyptic fantasy as a pure mystical concept, and I have to connect it with a "virus".

The mystery of the "virus" has become the source of the "mystery" in the apocalyptic illusion I observed. All the "mysteries" in the apocalyptic fantasy, their characteristics and concepts, are determined by the mysteries of the "virus". Therefore, the "mystery" in the doomsday illusion is full of malignancy, or in other words, because of the "virus", the doomsday fantasy is irrefutable malignancy, and the terrible thing is that this malignancy cannot be eradicated by destroying the doomsday illusion, or in other words, because the "virus" is the root, therefore, as long as the "virus" exists, the doomsday fantasy cannot be truly destroyed, which means that the malignancy cannot be truly eradicated.

The people who exist in this apocalyptic fantasy because of the "virus" are also bound to be victims of this viciousness.

The experience of these victims, even if there is a moment of happiness, tragedy is also an inevitable end. Although it is undeniable that the victims who are now tortured in the dungeon and are on the verge of collapse or have collapsed, it is undeniable that the perpetrators of the "interlocutors" are the culprits, but from the perspective of the viciousness of the entire apocalyptic illusion, the experience of these victims can also be regarded as a kind of inevitability. If it weren't for them, someone else would have gone through it, and even if someone else had gone through it in their place, they themselves would have experienced the same or worse torture at some point in the future, and the perpetrator himself would inevitably become a victim at some point.

I have no intention of exculpating the perpetrators, and I am very sure that the fate of both the victim and the perpetrator will be the same.

Because the apocalyptic fantasy is such a vicious world, and all the people who exist here have long been in hell, in such a world, no matter what kind of beliefs they live with, what kind of behavior they take, the end will not be different. The world of consciousness is very closely related to the world of matter. And people's consciousness is inevitably closely related to the environment in which they live. In such a vicious world, even the spiritual world of "normal people" is bound to have a more vicious embodiment than that of people in the normal world.

Therefore, the viciousness that consciousness walkers have to face when they walk in consciousness, and the viciousness that they use the power of consciousness walking, is deeper than the malignancy in the hearts of people in the normal world.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the thought that when I opened the door to the hearts of these tortured people, the viciousness that came to my face was so dense that I could not have imagined it before I came into contact with it.

Like a dark swamp full of poisonous gas, it is impossible to discern what is vicious, sticky and disgusting. There is no form made up of memory, there is no image of any concrete thing, and there is no time and space. It's a muddy chaos, in the midst of it. It was as if all qiē had melted in this stickiness and gagging. For the first time, I saw that the viciousness in people's hearts reached such a stage. I can already understand why these people's eyes are so empty and desperate.

However, it doesn't matter.

"I don't know how to save you, but. I'm willing to try. I said to myself in a calm voice, and without a hint of hesitation, I went step by step into this dark swamp, sinking into the great malignancy that had covered, or rather, melted a thing of the mind. I felt that these malignancies were burrowing into my body at a terrible rate. Invade my heart. I did not refuse, I opened my heart, recalled the beauty and enlightenment of the past, and thought about the future path.

The mind stirred these sticky malignants at a terrible speed, and gradually became dull in that stickiness. But thinking doesn't stop, feeling doesn't stop. It's slow, but it's still stirring. It's spinning, it's moving in an ineffable way.

I savored the despair and pain of it, felt the terrible things that had happened to them, implanted myself in their memories with a call, and walked into the feelings they felt when they were tortured. I imagined myself in a dark form. Going back to their past, when they were tormented, became the hallucinations they had at the time, into the auditory hallucinations that murmured to them. Encourage them and let them be isolated in times of helplessness. To be the only light in their hearts, to be their last pillar, to be their straw-like faith in their hearts when they don't actually get any help.

I open my heart to bear the pain with them, and then let them know how strong a person can be. I appeared in front of their eyes in the form of hallucinations, told my story in the form of auditory hallucinations, and became their illusory companion.

I couldn't prove that I was the strongest person, but I never doubted that what happened to them couldn't break me. And as long as you can't break me, you can't break them. It is difficult to reverse the time of reality, but in the mind, time does not have the absolute meaning of zài.

I hope that they can find the motivation in my heart to stand up again. I have died and risen again, I have witnessed the "truth" that is more desperate than what happened to them, and I have faced the most terrible monsters. Perhaps, what the "interlocutor" knows from "it" is what makes him twist and go crazy, and he spreads those things to these people, and this is the truth of the mental torture. But, relative to my experience, it wasn't a big deal. Because I am so painful, and feel the misery and despair of the world, so-

When I stand up again, I must be stronger than everyone else.

I went into their hearts and became the hallucinatory person in their hearts, who had been with them through thick and thin and inspired them in that dark time of the past.

I was born in their minds and into that time of despair in their hearts, something I had never tried in my past conscious walks.

Even so, I never doubted that I could do it.

This is the hint given to me by the way the "talker" hallucinates exist.

Yes...... I murmured, maybe I am not a hero, I can't make amends for the past, I can't change the torment you have suffered, but, in your hearts, I go back to your past, and I am by your side. Has my voice reached your hearts?

I don't know how long it has been, but my mind has gone from being extremely sluggish and almost stopping, to suddenly lifting a heavy ambition and starting to speed up. I felt like I was waking up from a nightmare, and after that hazy lack of a sense of time, I woke up completely.

I realized that I hadn't fallen asleep, let alone closed my eyes, but had gone through an incomparably long, indescribable walk of consciousness. And this kind of consciousness walking, even if it is intentional, it is difficult to determine whether it can still be done.

I look at these prisoners who have also awakened from the walk of consciousness, and I hope to see in their eyes the resurgence of resurgence.

"I'm Takakawa. I'm here to save you. I said to them aloud.

The pair of eyes staring at me seemed to start to glow, and they stood up one after the other, even if they trembled, but they seemed to hear my voice. The empty eyes that were full of despair, and only despair, or even despair, showed a trace of affection, and I felt their doubt. Their mind is not normal, however, this does not mean that they are unable to think and have no cognition. As soon as they begin to think and begin to know, they will surely come to a new acceptance of the fact that they are now saved.

They had to act on their own, otherwise, only me and the third-level demon pattern dead boy would not be able to save them all in the next journey.

"It's me, Takakawa." I said my name out loud to them again.

"Takakawa...... It was Mr. Takakawa...... "Someone made a faint and hesitant voice.

"Keep your eyes open and see clearly! You have been saved! I destroyed the cage! I said to them, "Here I am, real, not an illusion." ”

"It's Mr. Takakawa! It's Mr. Takakawa! Finally someone screamed, and then many people cried out and trembled with excitement. They covered their faces and mouths and made voices full of complicated feelings, "We are saved!" Mr. Takakawa is really here, he has come to save us! ”

Even if it was obviously a patient at the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital, I could recognize it, and the excited cousin was no different from the others around me.

Their bodies and spirits were weak, and soon some of them could not bear the impact of the excitement, and they coughed violently, and some of them no longer had the strength to stand, and their legs fell to the ground.

I walked up and lifted them up one by one and handed them over to the people next to me. I hugged them one by one, like old friends meeting again. Although they and I were just strangers before this nightmare, in the world of the mind, we are already companions in the same suffering. I can't change their past, I can't guarantee their future, but at least I can save their present.

There were six men and five women, the youngest in his twenties and the oldest in his forties. After their spirits recovered a little, they could finally understand their current situation. I don't want them to think about the past, and I don't have time for them to lick their wounds, because we have to get out of here. (To be continued......)