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    The burning notebook seemed to release some kind of magic, making all the researchers who had read the contents become violent. The researcher who was grabbed by the ankle kicked Wu Zuofu's head ferociously, but the first blow almost killed him.  The innocent man¡¯s eyeballs bulged from the kick.  Fu Zuofu's whole face was distorted, but he had no resistance at all. He just swayed with the force of the man's kick, like a corpse, but his hand was still tightly grasping the opponent's ankle.  Behind the two, other researchers who had read Gao Chuan's diary could not hold back. The group rushed forward, but when they were stopped by the researchers who tried to stop them, the two sides started fighting and fighting.

    The entire institute was in chaos. Some people tried to hide aside, but were quickly caught out by those irritable people.  The more blazing the flames in Gao Chuan's diary, the more intense the scene inside the room became. The screams, curses, and screams that could not be heard at all made people feel that this place was a hell on earth.  The notebook that was originally used as a trigger for the conflict was gradually forgotten by everyone, and both parties seemed to simply fall into an impulse of catharsis and self-defense, unable to extricate themselves.

    Equipment used for experiments were used as weapons of war. Bottles of various sizes were picked up and thrown away. Medicines with unknown effects flowed on the table and the floor, evaporating into the air and emitting a wave of  Complex and unpleasant taste.  All the tools that could be picked up became weapons in the fight, and the actions of both parties became more and more fierce, as if they had forgotten the original intention of gathering here and others, and that the other party was originally their companion.

    Everyone was beaten to a bloody head, and even more miserable ones even had their hands and feet broken. However, there was no dead body yet. Only the body of the husband was trampled like garbage in the chaos. There was no sign of activity at all. There was no doubt that  , there was no intact part of his body, and his broken arm was bleeding profusely. All the emergency bandages he had done before were of no avail.

    The blood of the unsuspecting husband surrounded his body, slowly dyeing it outwards. The blood of other people was also sprinkled on the ground. Once it came into contact with the blood flowing out of the unsuspecting husband, it seemed to come to life and turned into winding and flowing blood lines.  .  Many people only focus on attacking others or avoiding others' attacks, and rarely notice these flowing blood lines.  No one seemed to realize that these blood lines that continued to spread to the surrounding corners had sketched some kind of abstract picture on the ground.  From the perspective of both parties fighting, each other looked hateful. Not only was his face twisted like a ghost, but his spirit was also in an abnormal state.

    People who have read Gao Chuan's diary can't understand that those who have not read Gao Chuan's diary burned the diary like this. What the other party did was like taking away their last hope.

    People who have not read Gao Chuan's diary cannot understand what is in the notebook. It actually makes everyone who has read it become like a doomsday syndrome patient. No, the other person has become an unreasonable doomsday syndrome patient. Their  In just a few words, his condition had already reached a critical stage.  These sick colleagues are a group of manic and dangerous patients, both physically and mentally.

    Each of them has reasons for opposition and the belief in adhering to their own ideas. Everything they can see proves that they are right. They have never lacked the courage to struggle and the determination to fight. In order to bet on the final  Hope, they only feel that the other party must be imprisoned or destroyed in order to get everything back on the right track.  They all felt sober and thought they knew exactly what they were doing.  There is no reason to compromise now, just because the other party won't compromise, and I can't make concessions because I have reached the bottom line of concessions.

    Gao Chuan¡¯s diary is a symbol of that bottom line, the point of difference between the wills and ideas of both parties.  Gao Chuan's diary is still burning. It looks like ordinary materials, but it seems that it will never be burned. Everyone here is either waiting for it to be burned or trying to prevent it from being burned.  However, before one of them put out the fire or took the notebook back, the burning Gao Chuan diary fell to the ground.

    The blood lines are spreading, spreading, intertwining into more complex patterns, surrounding Gao Chuan's diary that fell on the ground. The closer to the notebook, the more complex and weird the lines become, and the more fluid the blood lines feel.  A strange vitality.  The burning Gao Chuan diary is like the finishing touch, placed in the strange pattern outlined by the blood lines, and is sometimes pushed by these blood flows, slowly reaching a central position.

    The blazing fire and black smoke were not originally the most eye-catching targets in the chaos.  When the fight is the most dangerous and brutal, most people's thoughts have to be on trying to kill their opponent. However, at this moment, when the burning Gaochuan diary reaches the center of the blood line pattern, its presence is  It was like a storm sweeping through everyone's hearts.

    "It seems that there is an invisible coercive force that suppresses the increasingly fierce battle, cruel and chaotic."The hustle and bustle suddenly stopped at this moment, without any return process, just like being stuck, and the unpleasant smell emanating from the air was even more intense.  Time seemed to have stopped for two or three seconds. Many researchers, whether they were awake or unconscious, could not help but make retching sounds. More and more people could feel that something was coming out of their bodies.  It surged out from the internal organs, as if a hand was pulling at his throat, trying to squeeze out the thing inside his body.

    All the abnormal and weird feelings, things that have never been noticed before, and things that should have been accustomed to in the institute, all merge into a pot of porridge, making people want to escape, tremble, and feel extremely fearful and  despair.  When they once again felt that they were sober and rational, when the urge to tear each other apart temporarily subsided, they looked at each other and the people around them who had been beaten by their own people with bruises on their noses and faces, covered with scars, and bleeding.  When his colleagues lost their limbs, they felt nothing but greater fear and despair.

    What are you doing?  What do you want to do?  What have you done?  There is no doubt that when they realize this problem, they only feel that they are awake at this moment, and that they and others who participated in the fight before are just a group of beasts that have lost their minds.

    ¡°However, they cannot forget the idea that even in the most chaotic times, they feel that they are awake.  The terrible thoughts, the reason for the fight, the irreversible things that had actually happened, were spinning in their minds like a marquee.

    "No, no, this is not what I did No, it was what I did I, I what on earth have I done?" A person murmured to himself in the dead silence and stinking air,  That voice was simply driving people crazy, and it was completely unimaginable that the person who said it was normal.  No one knew who was speaking. Everyone was shocked by the tragic scene caused by themselves and others, and their hearts were tightly squeezed by the madness, despair and fear.

    Gao Chuan¡¯s diary was burning on the ground, as if it would never be burned out.  The blood threads are flowing and weaving, climbing up the overturned tables, chairs and counters like mountain vines, piercing deeply into the surfaces of hard or soft objects, and spreading along the walls to the ceiling. The patterns woven by these blood threads are changing.  It becomes three-dimensional and turns into a cage, or it turns this secret room into some kind of tissue in the body of a living being.  These blood lines themselves are like nerves, blood vessels, and muscles, allowing all dead things that should be composed of inorganic substances to be filled with the constantly beating vitality of carbon-based life.

    The color of the blood, a deeper crimson than blood, makes no place clean in the secret room. Every corner that can be seen makes people think of some terrible things, as if they are hidden there.  It is so ready that it makes people feel that this research institute has been completely contaminated.

    Yes, apart from "pollution", there is no other word that can better describe the feelings this scene brings to everyone.

    The burning Gao Chuan diary released light and heat that an ordinary notebook could never possess. It burned for too long, which was beyond common sense and seemed so weird, just like the core of all the abnormal scenes in front of us.  The person who was the first to recover from the blow shouted: "It's Gao Chuan's diary! It's Gao Chuan's diary that made us like this! Stop it!"

    The researchers closest to Gao Chuan's diary seemed to be awakened by the sound. Three or four people rushed towards the burning notebook, but before they touched it, there was a huge repulsive force centered on the burning notebook.  , erupted in all directions, pushing these people to the ground, and then, a huge repulsive force rushed through everyone's body, sweeping the debris and human bodies on the ground to the corners like garbage.  No one can stand firm in this impact. Everyone just rolls around helplessly. Only the flowing blood lines ignore the impact, multiplying and spreading as always, constantly filling the remaining huge gaps, and will  Filling the tiny gaps seems to sooner or later saturate the entire institute with that ominous crimson color.

    "No, I can't stay here anymore!" Someone climbed up from the ground with difficulty and shouted to others: "We have to get out of here!"

    ¡°It¡¯s right not to be a husband, we shouldn¡¯t have opened this diary in the first place!¡± someone else shouted.

    "What if you don't become a husband?"

    "Then, over there, he seems to be dead." Everyone's eyes fell on the corner of an overturned table. Fu Zuofu was lying there quietly. His body had become inhuman after several tortures.  , his facial features were trampled and blurred, and his true appearance could no longer be seen.  However, except for him, everyone is still alive even if they are seriously injured. Only the twisted body of the husband lies quietly on the ground, and there is no more.A little noise.

    "I killed him." Someone screamed in collapse.

    "No, we killed him." Someone retorted with a painful voice.

    ¡°We still want to kill ourselves.¡± Someone else said seriously.

    "Don't think about it. We have no time. Don't you think the air smells weird? What did we knock over? Is someone doing a toxicity experiment?" A trembling voice sounded, "We have to leave immediately.  "

    No need for this voice to remind others, others have already realized how serious the situation they and others are in.  If humans want to survive, they must be extremely demanding on the living environment. The human body is too delicate and fragile. Just something spreading in the air may kill someone.  The current situation is not just a problem with the air.  Rather, it is completely impossible to find a place without problems.

    "This place is polluted." The voice rang again, "But where can we escape? This is our last stronghold. Is it possible that we have to run outside?"

    "It's safer outside than here." Someone stood up and rushed to the control area, "I'm going to close the defenses and open the exit. I remember there is an emergency exit."

    "No, wait! We can't give up the color center. If there is no color center, we can only wait to die even if we get out." Another person shouted: "Don't open the exit! Contact the color center, we  Go deeper."

    Only a small number of people were hesitant. Most people felt that what this person said made sense. They were all researchers. If they were not unable to reconstruct their research, their own value and ability would become meaningless.  Everyone is regretting that they themselves destroyed their own hopes that the institute should have lasted longer.  They may have more ideas, but the urgency of the situation is no longer enough for them to think about more complicated things.  They know very well that all they can do is make up for the situation, and it may not be feasible.

    Despair, fear, and even more complex and negative feelings are like burning coals in their throats.

    "Why is there no response? The color center! You have been monitoring here, right? Come out, come out quickly!" The person who went to the control area made a collapse-like sound, "Respond to me! The color center! The color center  Center!"

    no respond.

    Everyone's voices paused, and they suddenly thought of a question: This secret research institute was originally built around the color center. Everything that happened here could not be hidden from the other party. However, from the beginning to the end, the color center was not  A little warning.  It could have at least raised some alarms before things got so bad, even if everyone was already going crazy.

    However, the color center did nothing.

    In the suffocating silence, Gao Chuan's diary is glowing and hot, as if with some kind of will, as if it is an eye staring here, burning as if it will last forever.
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