In the eyes of experts such as Mitsukasuka, who participated in the seminar, the death of patients was not a normal phenomenon, and they observed patients as psychologists. They also have a general idea of the effect of the drugs they are taking. They did not know that the patients they were taking the new drugs, and their pharmacology did not support their analysis of the effects of the new drugs. In their opinion, it is of course a very bizarre thing that the conventional drugs that have been used in the past will lead to the death of the patient after repeated inspections and confirmation.

The testing of patients who have died has to be stopped, and the experts in charge of these patients are relatively lacking in clinical numbers. Even so, they still had to make a report and deliver the workshop at the end of the event as a final summary of the event, which caused a lot of complaints.

Mitsukasu and I talked a lot about my experiences with seminars like this. The patients he was in charge of had also died unexpectedly, but he didn't think much about it, or rather, he didn't want to think too deeply. So far, there have been many accidents in the seminar, and some people do not intend to treat these accidents as accidents, such as the fortune teller and fitness trainer who once contacted Mitsukao to try to dig deeper into the inside story, but Mitsuo refused.

"In one day, the workshop will be over." Mitsukasuo said to me, "If I can, I want to leave these ⊙ places as much as I can." Maybe I'm thinking too much, but I think you'd better remind Dr. Nguyen Li if you can. He didn't finish what he was reminding, but his gaze told me. It is full of deep meaning, "If it is Dr. Nguyen Li, you should be able to find the ship, right?" "I immediately understood that Mitsukasuo had already understood that he would not be able to leave the island in this increasingly harsh climate on his own. He was speculating about the identity of Dr. Nguyen Le at the seminar. I want to escape from the whirlpool with the help of Dr. Nguyen Li. Indeed, in this unfamiliar place, it is certainly safer to pull in a person who seems to know the roots.

However, if I want to disappoint him, even if I tell Dr. Nguyen Li, Dr. Nguyen Li will not do what he wants. Moreover, Dr. Nguyen Le already knew more about it.

Not getting the answer I was looking for, Mitsukasu said goodbye to me with a reluctant smile. Converging with the other specialists and leaving the ward.

In the afternoon, Dr. Nguyen Le finally appeared in front of me again. She came alone in a car, without any tools or medication. She looked through the number of female patients I had written down and my diary, examined the situation of the female patient herself, fell into deep thought, and then said to me: "The new medicine at the seminar did achieve some of the envisioned results, but there was a problem in the critical part, and the medicine I made could not really solve the problems that had arisen." But. If Achuan can really move in the nightmare, then there is a way to redeem it. The so-called deepest night. It should be the malignant part of the white Claudia's effect on the human body. If patients survive the night, they should be better both physically and mentally. ”

"Do you want other patients to take the medicine you give?" I couldn't help but ask.

"You can try to let some patients use it and see how it works." Dr. Nguyen Le said.

Dr. Nguyen Li's research seems to be at a bottleneck, and this is something I can't help with. Looking at her slightly sad face, I pulled out the business card left by the connector of the net ball. "Someone contacted me in the morning and asked me to bring a message, saying that I hope we can cooperate." ”

Dr. Ruan Li was stunned, took the business card, and pondered for a while. Ask me, "Who is it?" ”

"I don't know." I shook my head, thinking that it would be better for the two parties to really connect and introduce themselves to each other.

"Okay, I'll take care of it." Dr. Nguyen Li shook his head and slipped his business card back into his pocket. Afterwards, she asked me about my life here, and I asked her about Marceau and the other patients. The part of the information that Dr. Nguyen Le was able to reveal was not beyond my judgment. In Dr. Ruan Li's view, it was caused by the patient's strong allergic reaction to the new drug, but because of Claudia's storage zài, which "can simultaneously cause mental hallucinations to many people", she can accept the "nightmare" to some extent, and also believes that such a strong allergic reaction will be fed back into the dream. However, in what way, I can't be sure, maybe I've seen it a long time ago, but for some reason, I didn't realize it.

Not all patients who take a new drug will fall into that nightmare, but the routine patient is certainly in the nightmare. Dr. Nguyen Lê looked at my records and seemed to have a guess. However, her goal was never this nightmare, nor was it some nightmare, and in her eyes, these situations that were stored in nightmares were nothing more than a feedback of the effects of drugs on patients. If the final "paradise" is the same as the original goal, then the effect of the drug on the patient should be manifested as a phenomenon such as "dreamlessness" or "hallucinations of entering the spiritual world of others". It should free the patient from the nightmare, and even allow the person taking the drug to help other patients get out of the nightmare, rather than falling into the nightmare themselves and suffering the madness of the so-called "deep night".

Dr. Nguyen Le came in a hurry, and he was in a hurry when he left. However, she promised me to make some medicine for Marceau's condition as well. Marceau has been avoiding me, and the last time I met her, I didn't meet her directly, but in a way that seemed to be a "hallucination", but Dr. Nguyen Li's identity was very convenient to communicate with all the patients. And I heard that it was Dallas himself who brought Marceau here. Dallas was the sponsor of the symposium and the owner of the Peninsula psychiatric hospital, and even if he was not in charge of Marceau's care, he had a strong influence over the attending physician and Marceau himself.

Dr. Nguyen Le has some old ties with Dallas, and with this connection, he may be able to transfer Marceau to her name for care. However, if he did so, of course, he would be dissatisfied with Marceau's current attending doctor. Dr. Nguyen Lai has her own ideas about what to do, and her advice to me is: try not to go out, not to contact strangers, and not to take medicine casually. She heard some bad winds. Some of the activists in the seminar may have done their own thing to the patient in private. The principles on which their treatments are based are not so scientific and standardized. In the eyes of Dr. Nguyen Li, they even pay attention to the "nightmares" that patients have generated, and disdain the physiology of patients. That's some of the researchers who were spoiled by Claudia's influence.

I think I know exactly who these radicals are. Because, the basis of their actions is already very inclined to "mystery". It is precisely because they try to explain the impact of the new drug on patients with "mystery" as the core that Dr. Nguyen Le feels out of place. And even if these people are not members of the mysterious organization, they must have a certain relationship with the mysterious organization.

The place where the patient lives is strictly monitored, so. As long as they stay in the ward, the people in the workshop have to go through a fairly strict process if they want to get involved in the treatment. On the contrary, if the patient leaves the ward on his own, it is naturally easy to be arrested. I know my mysteries very well, but to Dr. Nguyen Li, I am just a sick teenager.

However, since Dr. Nguyen Li said so. I also let go of the idea of going to the living conditions of other patients. Dr. Nguyen Lê's pink potion, if distributed to other routine patients. It may be easier to be suspicious. Nowadays, it is best to select a subset of patients in this ward and inject them.

I watched Dr. Nguyen Li leave, took out the box of pink potions, and selected the targets one by one. The number of patients in the ward. Far exceeded the number of pink potions, and I didn't plan to use up all the pink potions in the first place, so I only chose three men and two women, including female patients who had already completed the injection. There were three men and three women, aged between 20 and 40. I moved the patients from my neighborhood and housed them in their wards for observation.

At night, I was back in the nightmare again. There are currently two ways to enter a nightmare, one is to perform a conscious walk on the patient who is having a nightmare, and the other is normal sleep, and the former can enter the nightmare almost 100%, while the latter has a certain chance of not entering the nightmare. Regardless of the method of entry, there may be cases where the position at the time of entry is different from the last time you left. For example, when I climbed the tower, I left the nightmare halfway through, and when I re-entered, I was already on a different level.

It is precisely because you directly reach the middle and upper part of the tower that you will go up one floor and directly enter the room where the black seat is located.

The female patient walks on the consciousness by moving away from the hunters in the group and directly reaching the vicinity of the female patient's location.

I don't know what my appearance and disappearance look like in the eyes of others. I feel that this chaos is uncontrollable, and it is itself a manifestation of the nature of this nightmare.

This time, when I entered, I was in the chapel when I opened my eyes. The humanoid "Tie" sat on the bench in the same posture as always, and beside her, another woman sat there. I recognized it at a glance as a female patient who had been injected with the pink potion, and although she was sitting upright, her closed eyes and other physical details were enough to make one conclude that she was not awake, but in this strange way, she directly posed in a sitting position, like a sculpture.

The female patient's posture is like praying, which is a very metaphorical posture, and if it is designed by the humanoid "system", then what is the meaning of doing so? Despite these doubts, I did not disturb the two women and walked straight out of the chapel. The sky was still the same gloomy, with ash and rain with Mars, and although the rain began to increase, it was completely unable to extinguish these sparks, and there was a sense of distinction between the two sides when the sky was sprinkled. Only when it is on the ground will it turn into a pool of gray-black puddles and currents. This gray-black color is like the black rain full of radiation that fell due to the influence of the moon's nuclear strike plan in the apocalyptic illusion at this time.

Like the sun, and like the ball of the moon, it was larger than what I had seen the previous times when I entered the nightmare. In the beginning, it was in the fall; After the tower, it becomes raised; And now, because it is too large and full of a heavy sense of mass, it is obviously rising, but it makes people feel that it will fall at any time.

It was such a sphere, with a huge gash on its body, and a blood-like red liquid was constantly flowing, however, it was difficult to estimate where the bright red liquid had been poured. At least. Everywhere I've been, I have seen this red liquid, and by the naked eye, the amount of it flows out is enough to make a small lake.

It's like using a telescope to see the outline of a crater on the moon when the weather is good. In such weather. Also visible to the naked eye, the faintly visible outlines of the huge sphere. If you are on the tower, you can see it more clearly. It was a nightmare Las Vegas spectacle that used to be uncertain, but now there is no doubt at all. The plan of the mysterious organization is to use the "power of liberation" generated by the deepest night in this nightmare to "liberate" the monsters in the depths of the nightmare Las Vegas in advance and drag them into this nightmare. This huge sphere in front of you. Naturally, it can be understood that this nightmare and nightmare Las Vegas are the connecting point.

Although this has been confirmed, the exact details of what they will do are unclear, and I don't think the Cyberball side seems to want me to stop it. As the connector hinted at, the unscrupulous actions of Area 51 are not without reason. their behavior. It may not be in the interests of a single mysterious organization, but it tacitly cooperates with the whole plan.

I used my speed to climb the bell tower at the top of the chapel. Look around the entire shelter camp. Compared to the last sight, there are more houses lit up by fire, and there are some places that seem to be unpopular, and there are also signs of people's activity. But at this moment, there is still no one on the street. The atmosphere here has always been eerie, with a very heavy oppression. Although it was regarded as a shelter, the last time I looked at it, I didn't find a normal person at all.

During this inspection, if you want to talk about changes, it is probably "voice". In the past, even if it was a room with lights. It's also rare to hear the sounds of people moving, but this time, just walk in front of the door and you can hear some strange sounds. It was like a moan, it was like a roar, it was like chanting, it was like some kind of dark chanting. Although there were voices, there were few normal words. When I knock on the door, the voices inside suddenly fall silent, when I call them, the voices become cluttered, and when I leave, they become orderly again.

This is not the case in all houses with lights on. The last time I interacted with women, the women and men who were neighbors to each other were still the same. Women are full of sorrow, but it makes people feel that this sorrow is a disguise, and men keep cursing and sarcasm, but the object of cursing and sarcasm gives people a sense of irrelevancy. However, when I asked if there were any new people coming, both the women and the men answered in the affirmative.

Some hunters came here with a group of ordinary people and stayed in a large mansion not far away. And that house, not so long ago, was uninhabited. As I guessed, the people who moved to the mansion were the same hunters who had befriended them at the tower. I had made a promise with them to lead them the way, but shortly after leaving the tower, I left the nightmare without warning, and when I entered the nightmare, I was already somewhere else. The nightmare, both the location of entry and the time that elapsed between entrances, gave a sense of chaos.

I knew how far the sanctuary was from the tower, and how many weirdness I would encounter along the way, especially now that the night had arrived, and the weirdness had become more powerful than ever. If the normal time passes, these hunters bring a group of ordinary people to this shelter, it will definitely be more than one day, not to mention, in such a harsh environment, it is indeed very difficult to protect ordinary people.

But now that the distance was separated from them, it was only two nightmare comings and exits, and they had arrived safely in this shelter. I heard the same voices in the mansion that seemed to be singing and moaning, and like the people in the other houses, this group of people did not seem to intend to come out of the house again. As I knocked on the door, I heard a familiar voice: "Ah, it's you, Brother Hunter." "It's the hunter who communicated with me when I was in the Tower.

"It's a joy and a surprise to see you again." The hunter said, "However, we must thank you for showing us the way so that we can come to this safe place in the middle of the night." ”

"How are you doing along the way?" I asked, "I'm sorry, I left the team." ”

"Leaving the team?" The hunter said in a low voice, "Please don't say that, we wouldn't have been able to get here if you hadn't left early to clear a path for us." You are a powerful hunter. ”

His statement surprised me, as if I had suddenly gone offline from a nightmare would have been a different one in their eyes. What the hunters said, that I cleared the way for them, I was completely unaware of it, but in their eyes it was an indisputable fact. If you ask more about the situation at that time, there will inevitably be more differences.

"What are you going to do? Still out hunting? I asked.

"If those weirdos break into the shelter, we'll do our part......" said the hunter in a low voice, "but for now, please forgive me for not being able to continue fighting." We're tired of fighting, and just killing the weird can't stop the night. ”

"So, what can you do?" I asked rhetorically.

"Pray." The hunter's interest increased a little, and he said, "We are praying, and if we pray, we will survive in the depths of the night." ”

"Pray?" I understood a little, the sounds that came from the houses that seemed to be moaning and chanting were the prayers of the people. It's not that I can't understand the reason for these people's prayers, but—

"To whom do you pray?" I couldn't help but ask.

"To the gods deep within." The hunter replied, "This god is in charge of all the changes in our body, and by praying to it, we will be able to liberate all our potential, and only then will we be able to survive the night." ”

I couldn't help but frown, his words were full of immediacy.

"Who told you to pray to this god in your heart that you will be able to spend the night in the depths?" I asked.

"No one sues us, but you just need to listen to your inner voice to understand. Of course, you can also ask the lady in the chapel. The hunter said, "They pray all the time, don't they?" ”

Something to do with the humanoid "system"? Although I guessed this, I felt that my intuition was wrong. It's not just the matter of the prayer itself, but my gut tells me that prayer can get through the night, and that's definitely not the case. These people seem to be mistaken about something. But I don't know what went wrong. At such times, I could neither break into other people's houses, nor would they come out, and the details of the situation would not be clear. It is even less likely to stop their prayers. On the other hand, the sound they make when they pray has a sticky rhythm, but the substance is completely inaudible.

"Are there people who don't pray?" I asked.

"That's all arrogant idiots! Heathen! The hunter's voice suddenly became furious: "The witch of gold will punish them!" His fury came without warning. I couldn't help but be silent, and after a while, I heard him gasp and say in a suppressed angry voice, "Did you hear what they said? Powerful hunter. Ignore them and don't believe their falsehoods. As he said this, the anger in his voice began to subside, and then a strange and low laugh erupted: "When the night comes, they will pay for their arrogance." ”

After that, the hunter disappeared and no matter how much I banged on the door, I didn't get any more response. The sound of prayer coming from the house was more reverent, louder, and gave me a twisted sense of unease. Compared to these people who hide in their rooms and pray, those crazy people who don't do anything and just stay in their rooms and don't come out make me feel more normal.

The hunter's references to "prayers", "gods of the heart", and "witches of gold" and so on, if it weren't for some people telling them, as he said, would have known naturally, and it was a reflection of some kind of mutation lurking within them. I feel so, and I am worried about it, because whether it is associated with the "deepest night" and the so-called "power of liberation", or with the "river" and "virus", it is enough to make people have some bad associations. (To be continued......)