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2176 Chase and Escape

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    Gao Chuan's diary was finally extinguished, and the ashes dispersed without wind. When they came into contact with the indistinguishable lines of symbols and formulas on the surface of the hall, they multiplied rapidly and filled up the strokes.  The gray symbols and formulas in this dark red fleshy hall seemed to be expounding some deep and awkward truth, like the capillaries and nerve units in the body, like some kind of evil sacrificial place.  They are enough to make people indulge in thinking, burst out of inspiration, and fall into the truth that cannot be explained in words. The hazy, ambiguous knowledge that seems to be located on the boundary of the known and the unknown stirs up sparks from the beginning of thinking.  If someone observes everything here, they will only feel that the entire hall is becoming active and alive, and that something ancient that has been silent for a long time is awakening.

    Such a description is emerging from the mind of a certain researcher, and a vague impression that seems to have been seen clearly but cannot be remembered clearly is growing from his imagination.  He couldn't help but capture it all. Every time the imaginary scene became clearer and clearer, he felt more and more horrified.  These were supposed to be everything he imagined, as if they were a true reflection of the hall behind him.  He tried to stop these imaginations and stop thinking in this direction, but the more unwilling he was to think about it, the more these crazy thoughts came alive.

    He couldn't help but look behind him. The distance he had crossed was completely shrouded in darkness. The things he had seen had long been left behind. However, the crazy imagination in his mind made him feel that there was something.  Something is coming from that way.  That thing didn't walk on its feet, it didn't float, it didn't have eyes, and it didn't even have any outlines that I had imagined or seen in the past. Its movement was not linear, nor did it follow the principles I knew.

    It seems to be following thoughts.  When you start thinking about it, you are already locked into it.  It peeks, squirms, and chases from an unknown, huge, and dark world that is absolutely absolute about the concepts of "space" and "time" that it knows.

    It's coming, it's coming

    "It's coming." The researcher couldn't help but mutter to himself.

    "What?" The companion next to him didn't hear clearly, and only thought that the other party's state was a bit strange.

    "It's coming." The researcher responded in a daze.

    "It? What is it?" The companion heard it clearly this time, but was a little confused. Apart from the confusion, he also noticed more things that were wrong. This companion seemed to be a little dangerous, and he couldn't help but try to distance himself from the other party.

    The researchers did not catch up.  In his position in the team, he was neither the first nor the last. His pace became slower and slower, and his companions passed by him one by one. When he fell at the end, the others finally realized that there was something  Something terrible is happening to this researcher.

    "Are you sick?" Another researcher couldn't help but slow down. He was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to wait or rescue the other person, or turn around and leave immediately, pretending that nothing happened.  If the Doomsday Syndrome really breaks out, it would not be a surprise, because everyone here may fall into the same fate at any time.  Everyone here is a potential patient.  After encountering so many incredible dangers, it is no longer an accident that one's companions fall behind, or that oneself falls behind, but a realization of probability.

    ¡°It can only be said that the other party is unlucky.  Moreover, one's own side actually has no ability to really help the other side.  Today's survivors must admit this cruel reality: no matter how many things they do, how many plans they make, and how many possibilities they consider, none of them can change the current situation or only temporarily improve it.  No!

    Yes, not one!  The efforts of myself and others have not yielded any results at all. Everyone's work so far has had to be suspended due to unexpected situations. If we continue, we may see hope, but this hope is being chased by despair at a faster speed.  On, capture, devour.  There is nothing he can do, and his escape is only passive.

    Except for madness and despair, except for the occurrence of abnormalities faster than his own growth, there is nothing left in this hospital.

    What if we escape into the depths of the research institute?  No one wants to believe that those weird situations will catch up with them again in the next second. However, what has happened has proved a desperate pattern. Everything that makes one feel afraid, those things that make one die  Everything will come sooner than you think.

    If you and others have collapsed, you can stop and face those unexpected difficulties with an open mind. However, you and others are still struggling. The more you struggle, the more painful it becomes.  Just like in the science and education documentary, the spider captures flying insects with a web, injects venom into the flying insects, and waits for the prey to corrode and soften from the inside, and finally becomes delicious.?juice.  In such a shot, the spider is such a terrifying and ferocious monster, and the flying insects that become prey are so miserable.

    The more I think about it, the more desperate I become, and the more I imagine, the more terrifying I feel. If I can reach the philosophical state of thinking without thinking or imagining, maybe I can avoid it, but in fact, this is not what I want to do.  To think about something that can be done without imagining it.

    My thoughts are expanding, my imagination is becoming richer, and my thinking is describing things that I cannot explain clearly with my mouth.  The thing became more and more vivid, as if it was about to jump out of an illusion and become something real.

    Because of the researcher who stopped and fell into a trance, several researchers who could not help but slow down gradually felt that they seemed to understand what the researcher who fell into a trance was thinking and what was happening to him.  A strong feeling of empathy is drilling into my brain, stirring my brain, and continuing to penetrate deep into my heart.  They understood the next moment that they were also suffering from the disease, and the best proof was that they felt empathy for their companions who were suffering from the disease.  When they can feel the changes taking place in the other person, the same changes are already taking place in themselves.

    Thinking is contagious, feelings are contagious, thinking is tending in the same direction, whether rational or emotional, all activities that belong to the behavior of "self-knowledge" are bringing something indescribable.

    That indescribable thing is like "smelling" the smell of the act of "thinking" itself.

    ¡°It¡¯s coming, it¡¯s catching up.¡± One person after another said this.  Because there were a few more people, the murmuring of only one person was amplified.  In the darkness, the murmurs of these people seemed to be announcing, chanting, and describing some kind of terrifying behemoth in the same rhythm.  Just listening to their voices, you will feel that they are no longer researchers, but like the propagators of some kind of cult.  The gradually getting louder murmurs were so terrifying that the researchers who ran forward desperately without looking back felt like they were being chased.

    Sounds are chasing them, incredible anomalies are also chasing them, fear, madness and despair are chasing them. Those colleagues who have been left behind have fallen into a quagmire that cannot be returned and become part of the quagmire, even if they cannot see it.  When you see them, you can seem to feel that they are struggling, stretching out their hands from the mire in a painful posture. Even if it is just an illusion in their minds, those hands are also stretching out from behind the darkness, trying to catch up with them.  Also pulled into the dark quagmire.

    The further behind people fall, the more vivid the sense of pursuit becomes.  No one wants to be "caught", even if when they turn around and look back, they can't see those "hands" at all, and they don't want to be caught by this hallucination-like "hand" that only occurs in their own imagination.  Some people screamed, as if they were entangled by that incredible hand, staggered and fell to the ground, and could only watch in despair that the people and companions around them were getting further and further away from them.

    They can keep moving forward, but they have fallen, are entangled, and there is no hope. A huge, non-illusory force is pulling on their ankles, calves, body, neck and head.  Before the researcher who fell to the ground had time to get up, his half-upturned body became stiff, as if something was really pulling the body and bending him backwards.  This body is getting more and more curved, but he is old and his body is no longer so flexible, so even his bones are making creaking sounds, as if they will break at any time.

    If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely have a painful face. However, except for despair, there is no other emotion left on this researcher's face, because his face seems to be frozen, and there is no other emotion left at all.  His expression became darker and darker, and his eyes lost their vitality.  The breathing and shouting he made were changing from human voices to the sounds of something else, but what kind of thing it was, it was completely impossible to find the corresponding physical object from the existing memory.  It only gives people a feeling: this is definitely not a sound that humans can make.

    One person fell, two people fell, three people fell The remaining people didn't look back. They pretended that they didn't hear. They didn't dare to look back to see what the expressions of the fallen people were. They felt that they  Once I see these people, I can't help but stop. Once I try to help them, I will become exactly like them.

    Even so, even if they ran without looking back, as each of their companions fell, the remaining people could really feel that something was really catching up.  It was something that had been chased from the alienated hall, or perhaps the alienated hall had become a part of it.

    "It's coming, it's coming, it's already coming." Such calls became louder and louder, and the survivorsYou can cover your ears freely, even just hearing this sound is enough to make you feel like you are going crazy.

    They don¡¯t look, they don¡¯t listen, they try their best not to think about it, they try their best to tap into their body¡¯s instincts and rely on themselves to run.  They didn't know how many of their companions had fallen behind, and they didn't want to confirm.  Running in the darkness, I obviously have many companions around me, but it seems more and more like I am the only one left.

    I am alone, running alone in this terrifying and desperate darkness.  The time was so long, the passage was so long, and the time I spent running was far longer than before when I reached the depths of the research institute, where the LCL liquid was stored, but I didn't see anything.  Up, down, left, right, and back, there is endless, infinite darkness.

    The road is so smooth without any obstacles. It seems that no matter which direction they run, they will not hit the wall. However, sometimes, they hope that they can hit something normal to remind themselves that they are still alive.  In a real environment, not a nightmare.  If I stumble, will I be able to escape from this seemingly endless despair and darkness?

    Of course, no one wants to be tripped by a hand from the depths of darkness.

    When they think of the word "hand," they immediately realize no, they don't want to realize it, they want to stop their brains.

    In the end, they all tripped up.  My body ached and I rolled on the ground several times. I felt like I was about to be caught by the "hands" in the darkness.  However, a bright spot immediately opened up in their field of vision.  The bright images temporarily dispel the darkness, allowing them to return to a more realistic world.  They heard a familiar sound, whether it was the color of light or the outline of an object, it was more reassuring than the darkness before.

    Everything that was familiar made them relax their tense brains and let out a long breath.  They lay on the ground, feeling the familiar, hard and cold touch, and felt that their whole bodies had been sublimated.  For a long time, they could not continue to think, nor could they get up from the ground. The terrifying chase and escape made them feel that every cell in them had been drained.

    After a while, someone slowly stood up and walked in the direction he came from. He tried to confirm where he came from, what the situation was like where he and others came in and out, but he immediately stopped.  Because in the direction he was looking at, where was the entrance?  There was just one smooth, hard wall.

    His face was distorted and he held his head hard. He didn't want to think about it. However, terrible thoughts still vaguely emerged from his mind.  Fortunately, a sudden shout from behind him pulled him back: "We are safe, we are safe! We have escaped!"

    The person shouting seemed to want to vent his throbbing emotions, shouting until his throat was hoarse, and he was dancing and crazy. However, such a neurotic performance spoke to everyone's thoughts.  Everyone hopes that this is the fact: they and others are temporarily safe.
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