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    Dorothy always felt that everything was under her control. Omi was just a trap in her plan, but a product created by herself and the color center through the "script". It was an important weapon against "Jiang" Omi.  I have no objection to all this, just because this is how I and the Color Center set it up in the "script".  She is like a character that has already been written, becoming what she must be on a given stage.  However, Dorothy no longer had so many natural thoughts. She even had to imagine that the reason why she had such thoughts was inseparable from Omi's induction.

    The Omi trap is a trap aimed at "Jiang". No one has ever thought about the meaning of this sentence in reverse.

    It wasn't until this moment that Dorothy really thought about the significance of this idea that had always been rooted in her common sense. In fact, the answer was very simple: since it was a trap that could be effective against "Jiang", it must itself be  It's not a simple character, and it definitely can't be captured by a "trap".

    She misunderstood the meaning of human common sense. When she used common sense to understand the meaning of "trap", she actually made a terrible mistake.  The world itself, the direction of the world, the truth of the world, and even all the people and things that exist in this world, have never followed human "common sense", regardless of human beings' surface consciousness and subconscious in the doomsday illusion.  How important it occupies and how basic it is. However, from the beginning, the "human beings" here have never been "human beings" in the normal sense, but "patients with doomsday syndrome", and these "patients with doomsday syndrome"  The biggest difference from "human beings" in common sense is that there are "viruses" lurking in the former.

    In the end, the "virus" is the source of all unconscience.  The doomsday illusion that seems to be based on "doomsday syndrome patients" has always been the crystallization of extraordinary common sense. Its real basis is not "doomsday syndrome patients" but "viruses".

    Since I and others equate "virus" with "Jiang", under this premise, everything related to "Jiang", whether spontaneously generated or artificially created, is written by a "script"  , or those who exist in the "script" inexplicably, are definitely not good people, and cannot be regarded as friends, nor can they be regarded as "non-threatening" characters.

    The idea that "Omi will cooperate with our actions and everything is under control" should not occur at all.  Since when did I become completely unprepared for Omi?  Dorothy couldn't help but think so.  Now, she no longer feels incredible about her current situation. The sense of crisis that is stronger than ever is suddenly surging in like a dam releasing flood.  She did not feel that she was safe, nor did she feel that she was free, nor did she feel that she was on the "rear front."

    When he actually landed in the hospital and hid behind the color center, the situation of the two sides in this doomsday illusion was exactly the opposite.  Here, the color center is at the rear, and he is the terrible enemy at the front, who is always by his side. The inside of this repeater, which looks like a safe house, is actually a solid cage.

    Dorothy only felt that she was completely locked in this cage, being monitored by a pair of eyes, and being tested by a crazy thought, but she had never noticed it in the past.

    The enemy is "Omi", and they are inseparable.  Dorothy had no chance to take any chances anymore. She strongly suspected that her control over the repeater was just an illusion.

    To control the London Repeater, the most direct way is to control the person using the repeater, or to control the core of the repeater.  However, Dorothy could no longer believe that she really controlled the people in the repeater, because everything she did was exposed under Omi's nose.  I don¡¯t feel that I still control the core of the repeater.

    One of the "three pillars" of the London repeater: the super system that represents the central function of the color system. You should not need to be careful.  However, the exact situation of Marceau, the second of the "Three Pillars", cannot be determined from past memories at all. It is very likely that Omi has tampered with him.  Not only Maso, Bajing and Sakuya are definitely under Omi's control.  There is one at the end of the "Three Pillars" What is the last one?

    Dorothy couldn't help being stunned. She couldn't remember the last "three pillars" at all. They were obviously very important people?  Or something?  Even what that thing is, there is no record at all.  She felt that she should know it. She was very familiar with it in the past. However, that name, that impression, and her understanding of the past were so vague, as if she was ready to call it out, but actually couldn't.

    However, Dorothy still remembers that this feeling is indeed normal, because it was forOnly by achieving this effect can "that", one of the three pillars, be maintained in a metaphysical state.  It was originally his own idea, but the specific process was completed in collaboration with Omi.  The purpose of doing this is to target the enemy. It seems to be targeting the Doomsday Truth, it seems to be targeting the "virus", and it seems to be targeting "Jiang", but I can't remember which one it is. All in all, it is just for a vague concept.  The enemy, leaving behind such a trump card, a trap, a backhand that can work at a critical moment.

    Judging from the fact that even I can't remember what it was now, my approach at that time was undoubtedly successful. But the problem is that if I can't even remember it, it is enough to prove that the London Repeater  It is true that it has never been under my control: among the three pillars, only the "super system" has been confirmed, and I can actually only control one-third of the authority.

    Dorothy couldn¡¯t help biting her nails. She looked around, but she couldn¡¯t believe what she saw.  She could feel that those eyes might be Omi himself watching her, but she couldn't find any active monitors.  The information she can investigate, no matter how complete and true it may have been in the past, is no longer so complete and true.  All the information that made my past self feel stable was actually filled with doubts. Because there were so many things that made people suspicious, I didn¡¯t know where to start.

    At this time, she actually hopes that her paranoia is just caused by the onset of her mental state. She is a patient with Doomsday Syndrome who has entered the final stage, and even the form of Super Dorothy cannot resist the terminal symptoms.  Because, compared to "I am sick", "Omi is not a companion" is a worse outcome.

    "Omi, Omi, Omi, Omi" Dorothy opened her eyes wide, trying to find out the location of the other party through the ubiquitous sense of surveillance. At the same time, she also felt that her behavior was simply like  It's as incomprehensible as a mental patient.  She felt that she knew, but she couldn't control her thoughts. All her thoughts seemed to be rotten, always leaning in the worst direction that she could imagine.

    This involuntary thought made her feel extremely painful. She had to declare to herself every moment that "everything is not so bad" and "this is just to scare myself." However, the more this happened, the more unable to stop this direction.  Thinking.  Her thinking was more violent than ever before, it also gave her a splitting headache than ever before, it made her feel more frightened than ever before, and she wished she could stop thinking.

    "Come out! Omi. Come out!" Dorothy shouted, the more she screamed, the more hysterical she became. She didn't want this, but she just couldn't control herself.

    She felt that from all directions, in the empty air, some formless monster was stretching out its tentacles, rolling herself up. Her body was still standing, but her soul and thoughts had been sucked into the air, and she got closer and closer to see.  The "mouth" that cannot be seen or described seems to be swallowed by the other party soon.  None of her conscious struggles could save herself. Any fire ignited in her mind was facing extinguishment. Darkness was about to fall, and she was alone.

    All of this made Dorothy feel a non-physical sense of suffocation, and her body seemed to have never been this weak.  She was like a drowning person, tapping the button, and the door slowly sliding open was so impatient.  She made a sound that even she herself could not understand.  When she stepped out of the door, her feet gave way and she fell to the ground. Although there was no pain in her body, her consciousness felt as if she was about to vomit out of her mouth after being hit.

    How could it happen, it suddenly became like this.

    Dorothy felt more unnatural in her own state. She realized that she never seemed to have expected this unnatural attack. It was like she had long believed that even if she would have various situations, she would still be unnatural.  It definitely didn't come so suddenly, and I couldn't even notice the signs in time. I can only guess at the specific reasons, and can't grasp anything substantial.

    "Omi! Omi!" She continued to shout, her voice echoing in the empty corridor, and echoes came from far away, making people feel empty and dead.

    Loneliness, helplessness, despair, fear Countless feelings that made her feel sad were gnawing at her consciousness every second.  However, when she felt that she was about to pass out, she was unable to cross the final critical point. She was still thinking and feeling, and could only let the conclusions drawn from thinking and feelings about things  All kinds of emotions born in it tortured myself.

    Dorothy began to vomit. Her body clearly did not have human internal organs, but she saw that something was really vomited out of her throat. It fell to the ground like mud, but it seemed to have life.Squirming like life.  In her eyes, it was not food residue at all, because from the beginning, it was impossible for these residues to exist based on her body functions.  The thing spit out from the mouth and lying limply and squirming on the ground was like a mosaic, a mess.

    Abnormality, has the abnormality begun to reflect in my body?

    Dorothy wanted to look at all this rationally, but she was unable to think rationally anyway. Her thoughts were like wild horses running wild, scattering in every possible direction.  She wanted to judge logically, but any logical thinking would be interrupted midway, as if she could not concentrate at all.

    At this time, she heard a familiar voice.  I don't know when the other party started standing in front of me, as if I couldn't see it because I kept my head lowered.

    "It seems you need help." The other party said.

    Dorothy knew who was speaking, but it was difficult for her to find the name she had been chanting from her violent thoughts and feelings.

    "Omi"

    "it's me."

    Dorothy tried hard to raise her head, her vision was a little blurry, and it was difficult for her pupils to focus.  In that shaking field of vision, a figure suddenly became clear and then blurred. He was wearing a white coat as always, with his hands in his pockets. "Omi", the most outstanding researcher in cyberball, his whole body was twisted, just like  It looks like a reflection in the water interrupted by ripples, or like it's standing on the ground with its body tilted.  Dorothy felt that this was just her illusion.

    "Is there something wrong with me, or have you never had a problem?" Dorothy asked, but even she didn't know what she meant by these words. It seemed like she had too many thoughts.  , trying to express it with just one sentence.

    "Unfortunately, it was you who had the problem." Omi's regretful voice came, "From the beginning, you were not a successful creation. Although I promised the Internet Ball, I made technical improvements to you and finally completed the launch.  However, your basic structure lacks too many things. The Internet Ball wants to imitate the ultimate weapon, but probably even the Doomsday Truth Religion doesn¡¯t know how the ultimate weapon was born. There are still flaws in making you the ultimate weapon.  It¡¯s too forced.¡±

    "Is this a problem with this body?" Dorothy struggled and asked, "Are you still Omi's trap?"

    "Omi Trap you keep calling me that, but I don't care." Omi's voice came to Dorothy's ears: "You always tell me about the reality of the hospital and the doomsday illusion, tell me you know  Tell me about Gao Chuan, tell me about the 'virus' and 'Jiang', tell me about the source of the doomsday, tell me about what I am. You think I am interested in these, but to be honest, your thoughts and perspective of observation.  It's all interesting, but that's all. I have never thought about looking at it from your perspective. I am not interested in the world in your eyes at all, because what I see is different from yours.  Something. That¡¯s all.¡±
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