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Takakawa walked through the shadows. He kept accelerating, the air being stirred and making a different sound. On the retina screen, the red arrow began to pause and turn, apparently aware of the anomalous fluctuations in the air. In the next second, they entered the observation range of chain judgment, and presented it in Gao Chuan's mind in a more specific way. ”

It was only when I stopped writing that I realized what I had written, the changes in London and the changes in Takakawa all came to life. I remember exactly when I started keeping a diary and what had happened before, but the second half of my memory was a little blurry. I seemed to be half-asleep and half-awake to complete these stories. I know, what is this story about. In my writing, it is like having a pair of omniscient eyes, watching the story happen from the perspective of a third-person God. Dr. Ruan Li believes that this qiē is a manifestation of my own psychopathy - the qiē in the story is the result of artistic processing based on reality, a response to satisfy one's own spiritual needs, and its real root is undoubtedly the one that is happening in this repeater world.

The world is being eroded by white Claudia, the end is approaching, and I am not the first psycho to be affected by it, nor the last. Before being eroded by Claudia White, I already had strict mental illness, paranoia and split personality, but they were just two of the more conspicuous ones.

Although I can't fully accept Dr. Nguyen Li's statement emotionally, I can also find many strange reasons to refute such a statement from a rational point of view. But there is no doubt that the evidence in the hands of Dr. Nguyen Li has a sense of truth far more than the evidence that is full of mystery.

I'm chasing my dreams. Chasing one's own salvation is undoubtedly the most unrealistic in the eyes of others.

Even so, Dr. Nguyen Le never criticized me for these unfamiliar expressions.

Today's completed diary, she will look at it with the same mood as before. I couldn't help but think so, and plugged the pen sleeve in. Suddenly. I don't have the feeling of continuing to write. Yes, not a mood, but just a feeling, and when this feeling arises, it is as if in the past, when these stories were written, they were also completely guided by some other will.

Immerse yourself in the story, or even write as the main character, from the perspective of story creation. It's not unusual. However, in the eyes of others, I am the kind of person who would really believe in the story I am making. I am speechless to refute them with only one world in their eyes.

Although I was trying to think about it, it made me want to write these stories and push myself, in a state of unawareness. Just to complete these stories, the feeling of being guided. What is it. I have thought about "Jiang", but, with Dr. Nguyen Li, it is just an excuse for self-justification.

I can't prove to Dr. Nguyen Le that they are in the story, and that there are mysterious and strange things. It's all really zài. And I, the "Takakawa" in the story, wrote not my own delusions, but my own personal experience.

The feeling that pushed me to write a journal has been interrupted, though there is no evidence. But at this moment, I clearly know that if I put pen to paper again, then what I write down will no longer be "the real situation", but really my delusion. Because, what I wrote before is not the situation I encountered at all, but the qiē that Gao Chuan in London has already experienced. This feeling is like inspiration, and this inspiration, I prefer to believe, comes from the connection between the hearts and minds of the same "Takakawa".

"Jiang" watched this qiē with a transcendent will, and with my hand, recorded what I, Gao Chuan, did not know. It is not only the viewer of the story, but also the compiler of the synopsis of the story, and the live recorder of the story.

Isn't there such a saying? When the author writes a story, there is often a character in the story that he likes the most, an image that he is willing to substitute, and this character and image often do not appear to be the protagonist.

As the story is compiled, according to the changes in mood and thoughts, the author himself will also express his own emotional tendencies, cognitive situations, likes and dislikes, or even just a whim of kindness and malice in the plot. In the first draft of such a story, it is full of all the things that the author can think of, experience, and think about in the writing project, so that there will be many differences between this story and the story after it has been finally deleted and finalized, and even the details, the content of the expression, and the ending will be very different.

In fact, in the case of assuming that "Jiang" and "Virus" are two in one, and then assuming that they are just a certain compiler that human beings cannot look at, when writing the fate of mankind and the world, the oscillation of emotion and reason, the embodiment of goodwill and malice, and the differences brought about by preferences and cognition, can not be explained?

In this way, human beings cannot observe, cannot look directly, can only feel their own fate, as well as the crazy fate, the bloated and tangled context of events, and even every thought of human beings themselves, whether it is the philosophy of fate and gods, the cognition of things, all are determined by such a being.

So, if it's not a god, what is it?

Such an idea may be pessimistic, but at this time, it can't help but make people think so.

I know that this kind of thinking makes no sense to me. I even thought about it, I had to throw it in the trash - I did it, and I didn't hesitate to surprise myself.

I think that when people live in this world, they always have to try to believe something. It's just that the object of my belief is "Jiang".

What it is, in fact, doesn't matter to me at all.

Those fantasies, even if they sound like a good thing, are actually useless. It will only make you hesitate. All mistrust begins with hesitation.

What it is, it doesn't matter at all. The important thing is that I believe that when it is by my side, I can end a tragedy with a happy ending and save the one I want to save.

Every time. When my mind began to diverge, all kinds of speculations were generated around the unknowability of "river" and "virus". I will pull myself back with such determination.

I closed the notebook, and the thoughts in my mind seemed to close with the leather surface. Erased.

Then, I opened my notebook again and looked at what I had recorded in the past and in the present. I have no doubt at all about the veracity of what is described in it from the perspective of God in the third person. Because, this is my record of the "past", no, put it on "Takakawa", it should be said, it is a "strange adventure novel" written by "Takakawa" using his own experience. From the very beginning of my intention to start taking notes. Dr. Nguyen Li's statement is not wrong, although I tried my best to preserve the authenticity of the record, and the experience itself was strange and bizarre enough, but because it was written as a story, there was also the idea of publishing it, so it was possible to add some color for the sake of storytelling. It should also be a zài, but when I was writing. In a state of eruption, awakening from a dream, it is difficult to separate it.

Even so, the original intention and tone of writing the story have been decided, even if there is a story embellishment. The context and results of its content must also be true.

Takakawa, who stayed in London, has grown into a high-profile and praised big man. He just doesn't know that his place and weight in the minds of others are more central. It's also heavier.

Dorothy and the color system are carefully planned, and all kinds of traps are arranged.

Behind the cyberball, there are all kinds of mysteries that make people think about it.

Although it is a story, its clues are obscure before the twist begins, and from time to time there are situations that even the reader will find abrupt.

For example, what has become of the London repeater? Chang Huaien's reappearance, as well as his communication with Dorothy, make people feel that there must be some shady scenes behind it.

Chang Huaien, a character who should have completely lost his existence and quit, why did he appear again? This kind of development is too jumpy, and one has to wonder if there is something missing from the past story, or if there are some deviations in the setting.

If there really is an author-like god writing our story, then it must be wrong, right?

However, I do not intend to think in this way at all, because, for me, this is the reality - whatever the reason, but since Chang Huai'en has reappeared, it means that there must be something that I do not know and that I have not written about in the story. But what's so strange about that? There are so many things I don't know in this world.

Looking back at the diary written in the past, don't there are all kinds of episodes, seemingly contradictory, but have already happened, and must be treated as a "fait accompli"?

Even if you feel inexplicable and too sudden, you must accept it, you must bear it, and you can't anticipate it in advance, and these situations make you feel ridiculous.

Human cognition, relative to the vastness of the world, is full of limitations. Even if there is a change that you can't understand, it's impossible not to happen just because you feel that "it shouldn't happen". It seems absurd that it happens, but it must be rigorous and rigorous, but I can't see such rigor and rigor myself.

Thinking this way, I accepted the "fait accompli" revealed in the contents of the diary.

I re-read the last two volumes, reminiscing about the first five volumes and the one in between. A large part of the "Takakawa" in it is describing my own experience, but when I look at it now, there is always a feeling that the "Takakawa" that is being described is another Takakawa, not my own.

It's amazing.

Did I really write these stories with myself as the main character? Is it because the "river" is on the inside, and the humanoid river is influenced by the outside, so that I have a certain amount of embellishment of the characters in the story? For example, "Takakawa", which was supposed to be recorded in real terms and refers to myself, became a different person because of some embellishments. The me in the story, and the real me, are only similar, not identical?

Although I wrote the story myself, I am not completely sure how much difference there is between my own self and my real self. And how much difference is there between all the "Gao Chuan" in the pen and their corresponding, the "Gao Chuan" that once existed zài and the "Gao Chuan" that still exists today. The events and "truths" that were shocking at the beginning are no longer so shocking at this time.

The story structure of the entire diary is bloated, after all, it is just "a random manuscript written when inspiration strikes". Therefore, there is no emphasis on refinement and skill at all. Moreover, it is also full of too many repeated thoughts, and it is not too smooth to read. I even felt that what was written here was my own story. So, in fact, at the beginning, I had a lot of thoughts and behaviors, and I always had hesitations and mistakes.

However, if you look at yourself now, isn't it the same repetition in terms of thinking? In the same situation, there is clearly a result, and the action has been completed. In hindsight, I felt that it probably shouldn't have been this way, and that there might be more possibilities, and I couldn't guarantee that the idea at the time was completely correct, but I couldn't completely deny it.

Ambiguous, wavering, and inexplicable, has been haunting me. It makes me feel that this is my own pathology.

Of course. The explanation given by Dr. Nguyen Le has always been "because I am mentally ill." That's why it's so. ”

From the story, I felt more and more that I had a small weight in the whole story. Although, to describe my experience in the first person of "me", it seems that I am the protagonist. However, as the story unfolds, this sense of leadership continues to weaken.

As I wrote in it. The "river" that spends the least amount of pen and ink and is often described from the side using the thinking of "Takagawa". On the contrary, it gives people a strong, ever-present sense of existence, and it is the real protagonist - the "flying insect" that is shouted by the angel and devours a qiē at the end of the play.

Every time I look at these people and stories, I have some new insights about my past. But admittedly, sometimes I don't understand why the story developed the way it did, why I thought it that way I did it at the time - even if I didn't understand it now, it was already a "fait accompli".

I flipped through the story of another Takakawa, which I wrote just today. The scene when he confronted the Nazis was when I suddenly came to my senses from the state of record. The plot is interrupted here, but there is no doubt that Takakawa will emerge victorious.

When I saw what he had achieved, I wasn't surprised at all, and I didn't feel like it was a threat.

Probably because he has never denied his relationship. I've always felt that my recovery was actually the most unexpected situation. What's more, at the last moment of the reality of the hospital, I had already realized something, and entrusted the unfinished qiē to Gao Chuan later. Takakawa, who is now in London, is one of the "later Takakawa".

Now, in the way of a third person, seeing his choices and decisions, I also think that it is definitely not wrong.

To be needed, praised, and embraced, to allow more people to survive, and to smile with hope, is definitely not wrong, if not right.

Takakawa, it's really good to be like that.

In my heart, there was a faint joy. I'm happy for him and I'm happy for myself. The only pity is that I don't know, will the other Takakawa, be happy about my decisions and choices now, and what I have done? Or, with intense hostility? I would like to believe that the other Gao Chuan, even if he opposes me, can understand me, and will not be troubled and puzzled by this qiē. Even if it is not blessed, it will never be cursed. I have never doubted that although the approach is different, the mood for a happy ending must be the same.

That's the most exciting thing for today.

With this in mind, I turned off the lamp. The night was deep, but I could see my silhouette from the windowpane. There was a darkness stretching behind me, and it was as if all of them were engulfed in darkness except for myself.

I remember very well that not long ago, I and the other experts who participated in the seminar were imprisoned in the temporary hedge space by the monsters of Area 51. It didn't know the existence of the "Jiang", but it got the prophecy, and it was ambushed here, trying to get the information of the "Jiang", but the "Jiang" swallowed up its own information, and I am very sure that until the end, it did not understand what it had encountered.

However, this encounter will make Area 51 more vigilant, and I will definitely be more prepared when it appears in front of me again.

Before, I thought that the appearance of "it" had the flavor of "color". Judging from the content of the diary I just read, it is probably really a little bit of "coloring".

The repeater of the network ball, and the "super system" related to the color system are part of its infrastructure. And in the infrastructure of the Sector 51 repeater, does the color system play a similar role? Shouldn't it be assumed that in the "Lord of the Shadows", the basic component that makes up "it", there is a part of the color-related information, and this information greatly affects its actions?

In this way, we can simply regard this attack as another test of me and "Jiang". As for other meanings, such as the idea of Area 51, etc., they can be regarded as side effects.

I pushed open the door, and the hallway and door number appeared in front of me, telling me that I had just walked out of the conference room where the seminar was held, not a certain guest room. I looked back and confirmed that.

I remembered that in the last moments of fighting it, I kept falling in my senses.

Earlier, others had been rescued.

So, what kind of situation is I in now? Is it reality, or is it a dream? Or is it not out of that temporary hedging space at all?

The experts who were originally on the fourth floor are no longer left. I looked back in the conference room and down the hallway, finding no evidence of their previous stay. And the place where the shadow tumor has already appeared, there is nothing, as if the interior of the building is just an ordinary dead of night.

I can't smell anything unusual.

How exactly did the others get out? What happened during the time I took the information about "it" and lost consciousness until I realized that I was writing a diary?

I could hear my own footsteps and try to open the window without any difficulty. The view from the outside was completely normal, so I was sure that this was the building where the conference was held. It's no surprise that I'll go back to normal. But why did you stay here alone for the night? It's a puzzling situation. I don't think anyone else is going to leave me like that.

I walked down to the third floor, and the originally infinitely extended space had also returned to normal, and there was no trace of the battle at all.

It's as if the anomaly that happened before because of the monsters in Area 51 was nothing more than his own fantasy.

However, it is not incomprehensible to use the temporary number jù to hedge the space after the release of the space.

I had a sense of unease, not so sure.

However, the pounding heartbeat is like "Jiang" comforting himself.

After a while, I saw a light sweeping through the window, and it seemed that someone was walking this way. I was standing in front of the window, staring at each other, it was a group of people, and they were shocked when they saw me. As I stepped out of the window, there was a loud noise below. But in the end they decided to come in, and I don't think they would be enemies.

Probably someone sent to me.

I thought calmly. Although the current situation is a bit delicate, it is not an unprecedented experience.

As soon as I was told sù, the scene in front of me was normal, and the only doubt was "why I was the only one left in the building".

Soon, the footsteps of the group could be heard from below. They seemed nervous, the flashlight pillar was turned on to its brightest point, and several of them swayed together on the stairs and walls, advancing rather slowly. I wonder if they're thinking I'm a monster in a ghost story. Such a move also made them not think about the security guards who governed this area.

Maybe a spontaneous search and rescue team? Or is it some island visitor who comes to try his luck?

In any case, they do not have the slightest taste of "mystery".

There is no "mystery", there is no "anomaly", for me, this is the best place to rest after experiencing all the strange scenes before and getting too much information related to mysteries.

"Who? Who's over there? A voice came from below the stairs. (To be continued......)