All the strange phenomena that occur in the hospital are associated with "people", maybe physically, maybe just a roughly similar outline, maybe vocal, maybe human, people can't help but contradict their thinking and sensibility, but there is no doubt that all those who experience these strange phenomena think that their source comes from themselves. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 It is generally believed that this is a change in the conscious or subconscious of a person as a visual phenomenon, which is the effect of the lesions caused by the "virus" in each person's body, and this is not just an "illusion", because "hallucinations" cannot directly kill people, but the physiological lesions of the human body can.

Dr. Ender saw the faint shadow flow into the chamber like water, and human features emerged from the shadow, but it was not as chaotic as he had originally thought, nor as calm as he had originally thought. He was also caught up by the "infection", and he has this consciousness in his heart, when the others are infected by the "virus" one by one, the rest of the people will sooner or later fall into such a fate - if not, then this person must be as special as the "antidote".

Researchers have long expected that in a large-scale infection, there will be a small number of people who are not infected. When all artificial beings cannot find a way, we can only hope that the mystery and depth of nature can make human beings produce antibodies. However, in this hospital, in such a desperate time, no one would feel that they could be that special person with antibodies.

Dr. Ander had never found evidence of his infection, but he had been mentally prepared for it, and now that he saw the grotesque shadow that was looming up, he couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart—certainly not rejoicing, but when the result he thought was going to come didn't appear for a long time, he felt a heavy pressure every day.

Therefore, even if this grotesque shadow now makes him feel the fact that he is infected, it still gives him a sense of relief.

Dr. Ander believes that his condition is still very mild, and the hospital has counted the onset of all patients and sorted out some general similarities. In the beginning, the patient will always suffer from symptoms similar to those of a cold, and at the same time, there will be different degrees of thinking jumps, and a person who is quite silent and depressed will become neurotic at the beginning of the disease, and a person who is already neurotic will become silent. All in all, depending on the individual's mental state, there will always be some signs that are different from the usual self.

Dr. Ender has not yet felt the signs. Maybe the signs have already happened, but they are not aware of it, but it doesn't matter, once you are infected with doomsday syndrome, in the absence of serum, in the present when you are still unable to observe the "virus", and you are unable to capture its characteristics, whether you are aware of it or not, it is inevitable that the disease will deteriorate rapidly in the following time, and eventually the collapse of the biological structure will occur.

If the shadow in front of you is full of aggression and does have attack power, then you will probably be killed, but if you take 10,000 steps back, even if this shadow is just an illusion, the person who produced this illusion cannot avoid the result of mental and physical structural collapse. It's too hard to get effective results before you're too sick to continue your research.

In any case, Dr. Ender feels that his future is bleak. In that case, why be afraid of the shadow in front of you? He stared at the thing, wondering what it was in a state of contradictory thoughts and emotions.

Shadows constantly emerge with a variety of facial features, mouth, ears, eyes, nose, ...... None of them are repeated, and they never form a complete outline of human features, sometimes they have three or four ears, sometimes they have both mouths and eyes, but they lack a nose, sometimes the nose runs down, but the eyes appear behind the ears, and the fluid shadow is not a "face shape", not even a contour that can be reminiscent.

After it entered the secret room, it stayed by the door, and the organs that kept appearing and disappearing in the shadows gradually made Dr. Ender, who had been paying attention to it, have a sense of confusion, as if in the process of staring, even his own facial features were affected and misplaced. However, when he subconsciously touched and used the corner of his eye to check with the help of a smooth foreign object, he actually didn't see any signs of misalignment of his facial features. For hundreds of years, he could no longer take his eyes off this shadow.

This eerie shadow has a terrifying presence and appeal.

Dr. Ender asks "Who are you?" in the way he treats people. Such a question, however, the shadow did not make a sound. Dr. Ender couldn't tell if it was naturally unable to speak or if it was behaviorally silent. All in all, the shadow was silent, and without further movement, it remained by the only door to the outside world in the secret room, leaving Dr. Ender with no way to escape and what it was trying to do.

Dr. Ender began to feel a bit dazed in his head, he knew this was not normal, his head had been spinning quickly and clearly. Trance is also a very common symptom of patients with doomsday syndrome, he didn't know what this trance was all about in the past, and he didn't know what was going on in the patient's mind when he was in a trance - now he knows that this trance is sudden, and after suddenly waking up, he has no way of knowing what he was thinking in a trance, and he can only feel that he doesn't really think about anything, and it is not a complete blank.

By the time he realized it, he had retreated, distancing himself from the shadow. He began to feel his body heat up, as if he had a cold, and he was a little drowsy.

- It's starting to get serious...... It's too fast.

Dr. Ander really thinks so.

However, from silence to trance, and then to sudden awakening, Dr. Ander then had a strong sense that he could no longer focus on this grotesque shadow, that he had more to do, and that even if this shadow was a real monster, he could not tell when and under what circumstances he would be killed by it. In this way, it is more urgent to do your own research.

As soon as this thought came to Dr. Ender's mind, the urge became stronger and stronger. This impulse allowed him to break free from the inexplicable attraction of this strange shadow, and return to the console to continue his report and research.

The shadow just watched silently.

When Dr. Ander pulled out of the mountain of data again, he was shocked to find that the shadow had disappeared.

"Is it really just an illusion?" He couldn't help but think so.

Of course, Dr. Ender couldn't get the answer, but he wasn't obsessed with it. More important than the answer was research, and he packed the data he had selected, entered it into the disk, and walked out of the secret room with the same heavy heart as ever. However, when his eyes fell on the aisle outside the door, he was once again shocked by the grotesque scene.

The long hallways were filled with organic flesh and blood that were different from the inorganic material, clinging to the ceiling, walls, and floors like proliferating matter, rather than being improvised.

Dr. Ender knew his condition had deepened once again. However, he had already made up his mind that as long as he could still think, he would not stop at this fear. He's already thought of a new way to try, so far, all the Takakawa clones have been modified from other patients with doomsday syndrome who have nothing to do with "Takakawa", so what if I use a patient who is more closely related to "Takakawa"? He thinks of the three girls who were the first to be treated with special drugs, but still lose their personalities: Sakiya, Hakkei, and Marceau.

Although when the research agreement was first signed with "Takakawa", "Takakawa" volunteered as a test subject in exchange for the hospital's promise that the girls would be treated as patients waiting to be treated, rather than as test subjects. So far, the hospital has indeed complied with this agreement, and even the birth of the super color is more the result of a special direction of disease, with very few traces of artificial modification, but now that the condition of the hospital has become so bad that even the world may not have much time left, Dr. Ender does not feel the need to stick to this agreement.

In other words, all he could think of now was through a breach of the treaty, and if it would take the research further, he thought it was necessary and worthwhile for him to do so.

Dr. Ender doesn't know how long he can stay awake or how long he can live, maybe he can't get the desired result from his experiment by violating the agreement, maybe he gets the result, but he can't wait for the moment when he applies the result, but, it doesn't matter, he is not obsessed with whether he can be saved. He was desperate to test his new ideas and find the light to end his current desperate predicament.

Dr. Ander touched the flesh that had grown on the wall, and tore off a piece of it with great force, and the flesh around him writhed as if in pain, and he could vaguely hear the wailing auditory hallucinations, but his heart became more cold and hard, and he could clearly feel this change in himself, the pity he once had for the patient, the anger at his own fruitlessness, the fear and despair of the hallucinations and the current situation, all of them were qualitatively transformed into something else—it was an inexplicable emotion, a strong impulse, It's more powerful than ever.

Under the support of this qualitative change from the depths of his heart, he suddenly felt that he no longer had curiosity and fear about these grotesque phenomena, but not because he had lost his curiosity and fear, but because he knew that there would be greater fear, and in contrast to that greater fear, all curiosity and fear were now pale and not worth mentioning.

He returned to the normal passage, into the elevator that was still running, and all the way was empty, as if all the people were dead, but he could still hear the voices of people, very fine, as if coming from a far away, as if someone was secretly peeping at him, and even, he could feel that those people were full of fear while peeping.

The whispers of fear made the qualitative change of emotions and emotions in his heart even more rapid, as if he would collapse if he didn't do so.

Dr. Ender looked around, but couldn't find any of them. Then, in another trance, he realized that he had left the elevator and was walking on the path to the patient's dormitory. The road, once bustling with researchers, other staff and patients, has become depressed, with plants yellowing, flesh and blood growing on cement and stone slabs, emitting a strange smell, shadows in the corners like something is always hiding there to peek at you.

The grotesque scenes that I can see are becoming regular, they seem to be fixed like this, and they will not become anything else.

Then, Dr. Ander came to the building that housed Sakuya, Hakkei, and Marceau. The dormitory building is also different from the past impression, the general outline is still there, but the exterior texture of the concrete building has blended with the surrounding landscape, paved with a layer of wriggling flesh, making the whole building look more like some kind of organ.

- Soon, soon.

Dr. Ender's voice repeated, and he paused, and walked in without hesitation.

At the end of the hallway near one of the floors, the unlocked door is open, giving a clear view of the interior of the room, as there is only a boxy space inside. Only the rudimentary furnishings, tables and chairs were placed in the most conspicuous places, and the three dazed girls fiddled with the cards in their hands as always. Dr. Ander stood outside the door, staring at the sight for several seconds, and though he felt that there was no hesitation in his heart, his feet were still at the door as if they were being imprisoned by some force, and he could not immediately enter the room.

Dr. Ender didn't know what was stopping him, but he knew that this stagnation couldn't last long, and that he was going to get in and do what he wanted to do – he wanted to see results sooner, whether it was failure or success. The sense of urgency in his heart grew stronger, and he knew that he didn't have much time left. If you fail, you have to start over, and if you succeed, you have to speed up the next step, and there is no time to continue thinking about human nature.

However, he stood at the doordoor for longer than he had imagined. Dr. Ender only felt that the impulse in his heart was about to turn into a scorching flame and burn himself. He felt that his nerves, muscles, and bones were melting in this heat, but sometimes he broke free from this feeling, and there was a sudden awakening that he realized that he was still himself, and that the feeling of "melting" was just an illusion.

Dr. Ender realized that his symptoms were so similar to those of patients with doomsday syndrome that he had collected, but in terms of the speed of his lesions, he seemed to be able to do more than most people with doomsday syndrome.

"Who are you? What are you doing? The questioning voice suddenly sounded from the side, and Dr. Ander was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look, only to see a man hidden in a chemical hazmat suit with a police gun pointed at him. Dr. Ender didn't answer, he saw himself in the mirror of the helmet that covered the man's head: the face was barely a human face anymore.