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    As if trapped in a deep hallucination within themselves, those who yelled waved their arms vigorously and backed away step by step, as if resisting the approach of some invisible giant.  The researcher whose throat was strangled vomited blood and screamed in agony. The researcher who strangled him also had a pale face. He looked at his hands and his companion who was strangled by him. The familiar face  The face is becoming distorted and weird, countless tentacles are emerging from under the skin, and more tentacles are drilling in the veins, causing the man's body to swell.  However, after blinking, these hallucinations suddenly disappeared.  He felt many hands pulling on him, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that others were stopping him from strangling his companion. However, it was too late.

    When the researcher who was holding his companion's throat let go, his whole body stiffened. He watched helplessly as his companion fell to the ground in a twisted posture, but the fear that followed could not make him feel that it was because of himself.  This kind of fear only arises after killing a companion, but after the companion dies, something worse is about to happen. I have a premonition of this, so I feel fear.

    "Are you crazy too?" those who pulled him asked.

    "No, no, don't you feel it? He said something that must not be said!" the researcher argued.

    "That's not going to kill him, right?" When others said this, someone was already measuring the pulse of the companion who fell on the ground. The other person shook his head and said, "It's hopeless. It's too weird. He's not suffocating."  dead."

    "Yes! That's it! Just like the previous one, they all said crazy things, so they died!" The fearful researcher said loudly, "I don't want to stay here anymore. If this continues, we will die one by one.  They will all become madmen and die like them. Rather than doing this, it is better to die as soon as possible. "

    "Die early? Are you delirious? You actually said such a thing." The person next to him looked at him in disbelief and said, "Are you planning to commit suicide?"

    "Ah, no, waitwhat am I talking about." The researcher suddenly woke up, holding his head and muttering to himself in disbelief.

    "It seems that you are about to die. Calm down." The person next to him comforted him, with hesitation in his words.  The crazy companions in front of him are not the kind of manic people at all, and they are definitely not mentally unstable. Everyone here has a well-baptized will and possesses abundant knowledge and rational and tough nerves.  If we say that these companions are still weak-willed, then it may be a bit exaggerated to say that among the more than 4 billion people in the world, there will definitely be no more than 100 people who can be said to be strong-willed. However, when we get along in the hospital, we can share weal and woe.  Days are enough for everyone to know what kind of companions the people around them are.

    It¡¯s obvious that people like me are going crazy one after another, and it¡¯s definitely not caused by stress in the normal sense.  Behind this madness, there seems to be a pair of terrifying eyes always watching people like me.  No matter what it was, I and the others had no way to deal with it directly, nor could they escape from this terrifying sight.  No matter where it is hidden, that thing will be pervasive and attack from an unconventional way.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT OUT  The researcher didn't think so, because although the peak of these companions in front of them showed many signs of Doomsday Syndrome patients, one companion's body was completely distorted and completely disappeared into the air, and the other companion seemed to be killed by his own companion.  Strangling to death, in fact, it has been seen during a simple autopsy that the death was not caused by suffocation at all, but that the internal organs had been hollowed out. These death signs are completely different from those of patients with doomsday syndrome.

    Even if the condition of patients with doomsday syndrome suddenly reaches an advanced stage, it is usually due to spontaneous combustion or collapse into LCL, and most of them are the latter.

    Judging from the phenomenon of death alone, the culprit causing the madness and death of people like myself is a bit unlike a "virus", but something else that is similar to a "virus" but different.

    Is it a variant of the "virus"?  Or will the "virus" undergo certain staged changes during its activation?  Although I think so, there are not enough tools to verify it at this moment.

    "The most worrying thing is that the anomaly that is chasing me and others now is a second person besides the "virus".  Because when the second person appears, it means that the third and fourth parties will appear.  One "virus" is already a problem. If there are more, what else can humans do besides sinking into despair?

    "The people over there have become troublesome," someone suddenly said.

    These sober people came to the glass wall and were considered a group.  And those who failed to come to the glass wall were even the one who claimed to have heard the strange sound at first.People who are unable to respond to the researchers' inquiries are another group of people.  The distance between the two groups made them clearly distinct. At this time, it became even more obvious that the deceased in his group, who claimed to be "awake", and the group of people who seemed to have fallen into a state of unconsciousness a long time ago.  There are indeed many differences in pathological manifestations.

    "They are more like Doomsday Syndrome patients. And these two" One of the researchers glanced at the corpse lying on the ground. The corpse showed no signs of being transformed into LCL. "Maybe the pathogen is different."

    "No matter which side, we can't help." Another researcher was extremely frustrated and desperate. "We are finished. There is nothing we can do except wait to die."

    The others were silent. Although some wanted to say something to cheer them up, they failed in the end.  At this time, all words intended to boost morale seem to be pretentious and so false that it makes people sick.  If empty words can be useful, I and others will not fall into this fate, because they have really tried hard and tried their best.  When a person tries his best, miracles cannot happen, so what else can be done?

    No matter how strong a person is, he begins to burst into tears. The more he sheds tears, the more he can feel how the despair and fear are eroding his heart bit by bit.  If it is full, it will only leave a void with nothing.  The turbid and crazy thoughts were popping up in his mind little by little, but he tried his best to hold them back and said nothing to restrain himself from executing such thoughts.

    There is only silence, only silence, as if silence is the last medicine.

    The few people who thought they were awake but could only remain silent stared at the corpse on the ground and looked at their companions on the other side who had dull eyes and were also silent and did nothing.  Suddenly, the group of blank-eyed researchers turned their heads toward the glass wall. A few people who thought they were awake were horrified by the consistent and sudden movements.

    The eyes of the two parties met, and the one who claimed to be awake saw that the other party's pupils shrank exaggeratedly to a small point, with the whites of the eyes taking up most of it. The unexpectedly sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the bodies of his group and pass through them.  Through the glass wall, through the LCL liquid, through the secret room where everyone is imprisoned, and directly to a distant place, it seems that I can see things that I and others cannot see with their eyes.  Their consistent movements and consistent eyes do not feel any warmth or coldness of humanity at all. They only make people feel that it is not human will that dominates those bodies, but something else.

    What are they looking at?  What did you see?  Nobody knows.  Why do they experience these changes?  What secrets are hidden behind this change?  No one knows either.

    Everyone who claims to be sober feels confused, because they were originally smart people who knew a lot, but now everything shows that they are just ignorant fools. The world in their eyes was originally bright and full of knowledge.  I had gained hope, but now it has become vast beyond imagination. There are too many things that I have never known, making this world extremely complicated, and I and others are just insignificant in it.

    This world is definitely not what I and others have seen and imagined in the past.  It seems that the past existence of human beings was just a short period of survival, but survival did not bless human beings, just like it did not bless the life populations that died in the extinction of species in the past.  The vast time is full of unknowns. Whether these unknowns are limited or infinite, the totality is far beyond human imagination.

    The enterprising spirit, imagination and thinking ability that human beings are proud of are so vulnerable when faced with the incredible amount of unknowns. To survive, "just continuous progress" is by no means enough.  Human beings are such creatures that need time and space to grow. The question is, who will guarantee these?

    No one can guarantee that.  This world that even imagination cannot contain is like a black box that cannot be described by data.  People hide in the carapace called the Known, just like hermit crabs, even looking for food with trepidation, lest the big octopus that comes from nowhere will peel themselves out of the carapace in one bite and melt it into juice.  Suck it by mouth.

    No one spoke, the people on one side seemed to have seen through the void, and the people on the other side were looking at these people who seemed to have seen through the void.  Until a strong vibration spread in all directions around them. It was definitely not shaking like an earthquake, but it was still untenable.  Several people who claimed to be sober fell, but they could feel the direction of the earthquake source more clearly from the vibrations on the ground.

    This kind of vibration is so fine, it's more like a huge machine is working. Due to the violent internal movement, the overall stability is lost. Its own vibration is transmitted to the ground, and then spreads from the ground to other places.The wider the range of vibration propagation and the higher the vibration frequency, the more obvious it is that this thing that may be a "machine" is so huge and its operating energy is so huge.

    A vague but huge outline, a kinetic force that can be felt more intuitively, made the researchers who subconsciously searched for the source of the earthquake unable to help but show shocked expressions.

    They only thought of one possibility: the body of the color center.

    "Is it the color center?" The few people who had completely fallen into despair and fear, gave up thinking, and could only use silence to fight against the unimaginable enemy looked at each other.  They were not doubting, but the shattering of their hopes again and again gave them an instinctive resistance to any hope that might be rekindled.  However, their reason still let them know how this emotion was formed. They also knew that they had the ability to relieve this resistance, but this time, they did nothing.

    Even in the past, they, like everyone else, regarded the color center as their last trump card, their biggest rear, and their last possibility. At this moment, they also felt tired.  The color center never appears when they think they need help the most. They are completely unable to understand what the color center is, what kind of state it is in, and what it is doing.

    ¡°What it asked people like me to do in the first place, people like me did it meticulously, but even when the research results were destroyed, it didn¡¯t make any move.

    They know that maybe they and others cannot blame the color center for this sad end, because the color center cannot act on its own.  However, there is a dark psychology that even they themselves find disgusting. At this time, they can feel more and more clearly: in fact, they are very serious and want to blame all sins on this color center that seems to bring hope.  On the head.  The narrowness of their own minds surprised even themselves. The narrowness of their own humanity made them feel more and more how small they were.

    If you can say "everything is the color center's fault", you can be liberated from the deep despair and self-loathing.

    It¡¯s not the world¡¯s fault, because the world is so objective.  It's not my fault because I am so subjective.  Therefore, it can only be the fault of the color center, because no one knows what it is.  Doomsday syndrome patient?  Biocomputer?  A deformed monster?

    When he realized that this was what he thought, the self-proclaimed sober researcher could not help but slump.  They no longer seem to think about themselves, as if they can only find true peace by falling into the chaos that is impossible to understand, sinking deeply in the boundless darkness, and even not thinking at all.

    Wanting to escape from fear, despair and madness, it seems that any other way except to merge with it is just self-deception.
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