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    The survivors cheered for joy. Even though they knew in their hearts that the biggest crisis had not passed, and there was a heavy worry weighing on their hearts, they still shouted loudly and danced, as if they were really so happy. They wished they could really be so happy.  However, the more this artificial joy was forced to show, the more it made them feel heavy and sad.  Ask yourself, are you really happy?  The answer they dare not think about always exists in that dark and throbbing emotion: yes, they don't feel excited or happy at all.

    To express these things, I feel the need to shout loudly, dance and dance like a neurotic. All the sounds and movements used to express the feelings of joy and joy are just the deepest emotions of despair and fear.  It's just a foil.  When they shouted, jumped, shook their companions' shoulders, patted their companions' backs, and laughed loudly, they only felt that maybe they wanted to cry.

    However, you can¡¯t do that. It¡¯s precisely because you know the dangerous situation your emotions and spirit are in that you can¡¯t lose to the ever-expanding negative things.  It is precisely because I am unwilling to surrender to everything that is painful, so even if it is fake, even if it is forced, I have to make myself laugh. Even if the voice is hoarse, the voice coming from the bottom of my heart is a kind of crying.  It must not be shown on the face.

    Even if doing so will only make yourself more painful, there is still a kind of stubbornness and resistance that grows out of this pain.

    We haven¡¯t lost yet.  Even if there is actually no hope, at least in this horror and despair, one's own will must not lose.

    They looked at each other, saw the information conveyed in each other's eyes, and saw the final will hidden in everyone's heart in this silent communication.

    They held hands, laughed and cried, looking at the walls that were completely closed around them and no exits or gaps could be found. They knew in their hearts that this might be the end of this journey for people like them.  No matter what is here or what will happen, there is no place where I and others can retreat or hide.

    It was in the darkness of escaping here and experiencing all the weird things that made them understand the situation of themselves and others more clearly.  The companions who have disappeared into the darkness are a reflection of my future. Those companions are just one step ahead, and I will eventually follow in their footsteps at some point or soon.

    This feeling is so strong, so desperate, the pace of time never slows down, and they have no time to save themselves.

    Everything is terrible.

    Soon, the crazy and neurotic celebration stopped, and the confined space became quiet. Everyone's breathing was so heavy. Not far away, the sound of LCL liquid flowing in the pipe was clearly audible, every second.  In the past, everything seemed to be getting more urgent, making people feel like what was going to happen over there.  The urgency of not being able to describe in detail what was going on was getting stronger and stronger.

    "We may die here." One researcher smiled bitterly and said to the others: "I didn't expect that even if we escaped here, we would still be unable to escape."

    "If the color center can be contacted" Another researcher said this, but then fell silent. Maybe he just didn't want to say something like "the color center itself has deteriorated."  It's as if as long as you don't say it, you can still maintain suspense.  Moreover, although he felt that the Color Center had indeed betrayed himself and others, he very much did not want that to be the case.  In the final analysis, there is still no clue as to what happened in the color center. All opinions about the color center are just based on one's own subjective imagination.

    As a researcher, it is absolutely undesirable to draw conclusions without obtaining definite evidence.  Moreover, although I subjectively feel that the color center has been betrayed, what do others think?  If others were still willing to believe in the color center, he didn't want to break this expectation at this time.  That would be too cruel, and it would not be able to reverse the absolutely unfavorable situation for myself and others.

    Even if you really die here, there is still a difference between dying with hope and dying with despair of betrayal.

    Yes, it is definitely different for everyone who is still alive.  Like a computer, he treats everything that happens to him objectively and leaves subjective feelings behind. He cannot do it, nor does he want to become that person.

    "We can't leave. We can't find an exit or have tools. We can't do anything here." Immediately, a researcher said with a sad face, "Our knowledge is no longer useful, we have lost  The fulcrum that lifts the world. "Without data, without raw materials, without tools, everything has to be started from scratch. Even if there is enough time, the human body is too fragile, there is not enough food, even if there is really nothing abnormal.It will happen here, and people like myself will die in pain due to hunger.

    They still clearly remember why they and others chose to escape in this direction and what mood they were in: they wanted to reconnect with the color center and regain their last hope.  It is precisely because there is no hope elsewhere in the hospital that people like them gather here. Therefore, when an abnormality occurs in the research institute, it is meaningless to run outside. On the contrary, if they can be found deep in the research institute,  If we can get in touch with the color center again, we might be able to find a way to do something.

    However, the fact is right in front of them. The main body of the color center is still deeper, but when they reach this lcl storage area, they can no longer find a way deeper.  They have been to deeper places in the past, but now, they can no longer find the passage that they thought should exist from this place.  The details of this area where lcl is stored are no longer the same as when they came down before.

    "So, what else can we do?" Some researchers asked this essential question.  No one could answer. The others were either sitting on the ground or lying down, with no thought of answering.  Although there are still people who are thinking hard about this problem, trying to find the answer, re-energize everyone's emotions, and gather everyone's determination, just like the crises that have occurred in the past, they will immediately regroup after the crisis.

    But, it can¡¯t be done.  In other words, he couldn't find any possibility, nor could he find the possibility that anyone else could do such a thing.  The people who were responsible for integrating the team and finding a way out in the past are all dead.  No one left can take on this burden.  After all, among the researchers who come to work in the hospital, not many are really good at organizational and administrative abilities.

    "Don't say depressing words, we are still alive During the time we are still alive, maybe luck will favor us once." Some researchers also said this, but when other people looked over, he couldn't help but move away.  Don't dare to look at each other.  When he said this, how much sincerity he had in it, only he himself knew.  Even if it's not a complete lie, it's definitely not a proportion that can be confessed to others.

    "What do you think is happening outside?" During the mostly silent wait, another researcher asked: "Everyone has seen those weird scenes before, and I don't think it was a random situation.  What is that Gao Chuan diary? And that bloodis that really human blood? Don't you think that this is not a natural phenomenon, but is driven by some kind of clear will?  To become like this, there must be a conspiracy. If it is indeed a conspiracy, it will prove that" he was interrupted by another person before he could finish.

    "Don't think about this kind of thing, don't say it!" The man said sternly. Normally, it would probably be said to be an overreaction, but at this moment, everyone else seemed to be able to understand why he said that.

    "A ghost without a shadow is wandering in my mind." Another researcher murmured to himself, "It is like a poisonous snake that bites my mind and keeps spewing venom. My will  , my thoughtsah, everything that makes me 'me' is rotting. As long as we are still thinking, it is always with us. We cannot escape, cannot escape"  That hoarse voice made people feel creepy.  These words seemed to be explaining a fact that everyone knew but were deliberately avoiding. It also seemed that the wizard was using all his strength to curse.  The deep voice, vague breath, and muddy pronunciation all showed the man's broken mental state.

    Is there anyone who can¡¯t hold on anymore?  Others silently thought that this time, no one would remind the other party that they should not say these words.

    This murmuring companion has lost his sight, as if he is immersed in his own thoughts, as if he has seen something terrifying from his own world. All his external manifestations are incomparably consistent with the typical symptoms of doomsday syndrome patients.  Perhaps he was also unaware of his condition until he suddenly woke up.

    No one can save him, just like no one can save themselves, and it's like they've never been able to save anyone before.  Mutual help between people can prove their own value. From this perspective, they have long been worthless.  Who else can be expected here?  Who else can do something exciting?  A guy who can't even save himself, even if he dies, it will be a worthless death.

    "It's worthless" There was one more murmur, and the air became more solemn.

    Finally, some people can't stand this kind of atmosphere, no matter how active they are, they will only become more depressed.  He stood up and walked towards the glass wall.  Separated by a wall, the lcl liquid is continuously circulating, and you can directly see that the lcl turned into clean water is being discharged into the newin the pool.  The flow of clear water is still increasing. Without the LCL transported from the island to fill it, the LCL here will eventually turn into clean water. Based on the current increase rate of clear water flow, it will definitely last less than a month.

    Most of the time, they regard the patient's collapse into LCL as the end of the patient's life, but in a more strict sense, when LCL turns into clear water, from yellow to clear, it is a structural completeness  Changes, all the factors that could originally support personality activities will disappear.  Even the color center cannot obtain any data on life information activities from clear water.  In that clear water, not even germs can survive.

    The researcher clenched his fist and punched the glass wall. Just as he thought, the glass wall did not move at all.  He had thought about whether there would be a new passage behind the LCL circulation device, but if the transparent wall couldn't be opened, even if there was a passage, he could only stare at it.  Moreover, in this changed lcl storage room, there are no tools that can be used flexibly.  When they fled here, in order to speed up, they abandoned all the tools they made in the hall of the research institute.  However, the escape at that time was so thrilling. Looking back now, if I and others did not reduce their burden, they would only be reduced to abnormal rations in the depths of darkness.

    Just thinking about it, with a helpless mood, I can only think back to the time when I couldn't do anything else.  There was a strange sound that penetrated his ears and provoked his nerves.  He suddenly raised his head, trying to find this strange place. When he listened carefully, he felt that he was hallucinating. He said it was "strange". Maybe he just felt that way. How "strange" it was, he couldn't say at all.  Come.

    Did you get sick yourself?

    He couldn't help but doubt himself.  However, when his thoughts turned away, he heard the strange sound again.  There was no other sound in his memory that could compare to this strange sound.

    what exactly is it?

    "Hey, did you hear that?" The researcher couldn't help but turn his head and look at his companions behind him.

    At this time, there are less than ten people who can respond to him.  The remaining people who were unable to respond fell into the sluggishness common to patients with doomsday syndrome, but their expressions and eyes were still changing, as if they were trapped in a world that only they knew.  A kind of fantasy grows in their heads, and then it will drive them crazy, cause them to have split personalities, and breed various mental symptoms. In the process, they will gradually become violent, as if their adrenal glands have been hit.  They had seen this scene countless times, and now it was about to happen to them.

    Of the people who were able to respond to the researcher's questions, half of them could only respond slightly. They seemed to be about to lose their consciousness, and only turned their heads instinctively when they heard the sound.  Some of them could not make any sound no matter how long they waited.  There are only a few people left who can truly be as awake as this researcher who stood in front of the glass wall and listened to the strange sounds.
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