This invasion of the Las Vegas repeater was a tentative strategy made by NOG considering that the Nazis must have more means, and even if we fail, this invasion will not completely stop. Now it seems that even if it fails, it is not for nothing.

At the very least, use the mysterious resistance of the Las Vegas repeater world as an introduction, create powerful electronic demons that are closely related to the mystery of the invaders, use these powerful electronic demons as a model, create electronic demons that are easier to popularize, and then go to the nightmare of Las Vegas, spread these electronic demons and make the people who obtain them become madmen, and turn these madmen into Nazi soldiers - this process is conceivable, but there is still a necessary process lacking in the last step.

The people who survive in the world of repeaters, and those of us invaders, are morphologically different. By the standard of those of us who exist in the outside world, the people in the world of the repeater should be a "reflection of spiritual consciousness", not a materialized entity in the external state. If you want to turn the madman of this world into a form of existence that can also survive, move, and contact the outside world, you must go through a certain process, and you can't come and go freely like us invaders from the outside world.

Since the Las Vegas repeater and the lunar repeater are connected, and the lunar repeater is set as the upper level in this system, there must be a channel to transport the "madman" here to the lunar repeater before the final step. Although this qiē is just my conjecture, I am more and more sure that in this world of repeaters, there is a way to reach the Nazi nest. As long as this channel is found, for the NOG and the UN, this invasion of the Las Vegas repeater operation. It was also a success.

I looked around, trying to find a second anomalous shadow cluster, which I suspect may be proportional to the number of people entering this nightmare Las Vegas, or it may be related to the ghost that attacked me. There are too many mysteries here, even if some clues have been found. However, in the face of "mystery", there are not many opportunities to actively seek clues, unlike the mystery in the occult, which often involves the past. Although many of the "mysteries" are similar in nature to the occult descriptions, the reality is still very different. When the "mystery" does not involve itself further, it is almost impossible to observe, and it is almost impossible to follow the vine. Anyone who tries to strangle the calamity in its cradle is a big headache.

However, there is no point in throwing a tantrum because of the unfathomable nature of the "mystery". I went back to my previous state, continuing to walk through the dead streets, waiting for some signs to come, but the rest of the time was boring, except for the anomalous shadow that gave me some hope. You won't feel it. In an eerie place where there is nothing but dead things. How pleasant it would be to spend time doing nothing.

However, I could only do this, passively waiting for the nightmare to end—even, I once thought that one day, this nightmare would not end. What will happen. However, this nightmare that will not wake up automatically, judging from the nature of the apocalyptic illusion, is just a special type of temporary hedging space. Moreover, as long as the "river" is by my side. I believed that I couldn't be trapped here.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt like I was going to be "awake", and it was a sign that I could feel more clearly than I had been in the past. I didn't resist and just opened my eyes.

It was dark in the bedroom, and the clock was fixed at 11:59 p.m., but the darkness in the room made me feel deeper than usual. I sat up from my bed, not as ignorant as I had when I woke up from my dream. I felt very sober, there was nothing wrong with my body, there was no feeling of swelling, except for this piece of darkness that made people feel extraordinarily deep, it seemed to be normal for a while. However, I didn't forget that the last time I "woke up" from a nightmare, I didn't actually wake up. The darkness in the room was the same as it is now, except that the body is now, and it doesn't have the strong negative feelings it had then.

Even so, I cautiously reached for the electrician's knife under the pillow to check the window. The last time I actually woke up, Dr. Nguyen Li had already sealed the window hole with a wooden plank, and now the situation is not bad, except for the addition of a thick curtain. When I lifted the curtains, I could see the outlines of the planks, the room was too dimly lit to be directly visible to the naked eye, but the realism was still strong when I touched it with my hands.

Through the gaps in the wooden planks, you can see the lights that mark the prosperity of the city, and those colorful lights, when they penetrate the cracks of the wooden boards, become dazzling and blurry, and it is impossible to distinguish the true appearance of the source of light, making people feel like they are in a dream.

In fact, I felt like I hadn't really woken up, but rather continued the nightmare of the dark room last time, even though the situation was quite different from what it was then. I recall that at the end of the dream, the eyes on the other side of the cat's eye of the gate seemed to see a figure standing behind my body. That figure gave me a strong sense of suggestion, as if it was about to attack me, about to make some kind of situation serious, and it was also like telling me that I would definitely continue that dream.

I think that figure is a ghost, and the whole dark room is the result of the ghost's influence on my spiritual level. There are many things that make me feel that I am facing the same situation as I was then. The bedroom was so quiet that even a slight wiping sound could be heard even if you just touched the countertop. I tried turning on the lights and computer, but, as I had guessed, the power went out. I glanced at the clock again, and the second hand kept moving, ticking, but the minute and hour hands were fixed at 11:59 p.m., giving the impression that the clock had been damaged.

Of course, such a coincidence could not happen, and I believe that the freeze frame of the clock is completely the result of my own abnormal environment. In other words, I haven't really woken up yet, and even if I feel very awake now, I'm not in the same bad shape as I was last time.

Just as I was about to pick up my phone, the phone rang suddenly, and there was a dull and dark atmosphere in the bedroom. It was like glass shattered. I glanced at the letter and it showed that it was an unknown number, and there were some garbled characters interspersed between the numbers. Evidence of an anomaly has indeed appeared.

I didn't answer the phone right away, it rang for a while. It won't stop until I confirm that it won't stop unless the phone is connected. The phone's ringing setting is completely invalid, and it should have automatically prompted the unit after a minute that no one answered. Without hesitation, I picked up my phone and walked quickly towards the bedroom door. As he opened the door, he answered the phone.

“…… Sand...... Rustling ...... "It's not my phone at all, and the noise comes from the earpiece, like an old-fashioned walkie-talkie on the other side, but. In this rustling sound, it seems to be mixed with subtle human voices, the pitch is so bad, and the volume is so low that it is almost impossible to hear whether it is a man or a woman, and what is being said.

I was silent, waiting, discerning the voices.

About twenty seconds later. A voice became clear: "...... Behind...... I...... See...... You've got it. I guess I'm saying "behind you", this feeling makes my hair stand on end. I just want to turn around and see what is going on. The vague and eerie sound made the dark room suddenly feel eerie, and I felt that I suddenly felt unfamiliar with this room.

Even then, I didn't do it. In the occult, this kind of eerie phone call is often a hint of death, a hint of turning back. It is also usually the beginning of the death of the guide. The situation commonly known as "turning back and killing" is not a situation that can be avoided "as long as the body is strong and responsive", but more like a probability situation, which is embodied in the "mystery" of the apocalyptic illusion. Maybe it really won't make the occult expert even have room to fight back.

However, since they can say something that I understand, and use such a strange and classic method, it also means that the other party is in common with humans on some level of thinking, and it does not have the ability to attack me head-on. I now feel even more that it was the slender ghost talking to me, and in less than a day, it had grown again.

I think the ghost is quite closely related to the shadow mass of Nightmare Las Vegas that inspires negativity. Although I didn't find a similar shadow in Nightmare Las Vegas at the time, I wasn't sure it really existed. I have also guessed that these shadow clusters do not only arouse people's emotions, but also develop into the form of ghosts, constantly entangled with the matching host, and then harmed the host. It's like a spirit behind it full of malice.

I didn't look back and didn't answer. Listening to the strange and inexplicable voice on the phone, wandering through the rooms.

Dr. Nguyen Le is not there, and I am even more sure that I am still in a "nightmare".

However, with the study being rummaged around by someone, I also had to wonder if my body was really lying in bed when I was in this form of nightmare. This nightmare is the same as the previous nightmare Las Vegas, I can't actively get out of it by using my own power, all I can do is continue to experience and observe the development of various anomalous phenomena.

I kept my phone open, and with the sound of a curse, I felt that something was behind me, and I always felt that it was getting closer. When I checked the situation in the whole of the house, it was the same as the last time I entered this nightmare, and when I walked to the main door again, I began to feel that it was already clinging to my back, and even my breath was on my skin.

Suddenly, the body that was still very normal began to have negative reactions, although it was very mild, but dizziness, wanting to vomit, the temperature in the body continued to rise, so that the surface of the body began to feel cold, and the whole process could be clearly felt. I touched my nose as I did then, and sure enough, I started to bleed again. The strange sound in the headphones became louder and louder, and finally it no longer seemed to come out of the microphone, but directly in my head. Perhaps, I should have chosen to turn off my phone earlier? I'm not sure, though, I didn't turn off my phone at the end.

I went up to the cat's eye at the main entrance, and I still saw the eye of the person who was not sure what it was, and then, through the eyes of Guò, I saw behind me, the ghost figure with a slender body, wearing a suit, and no facial features, was about to cling to me. I stabbed with an electric knife with my backhand, and in the occult, there are several solutions to the anomaly of "not seeing" but "feeling the position", and I can't confirm if there is one that matches the current situation, but. I still chose one of them, according to my own feelings: I had to use some special way to actually observe its existence before attacking, otherwise the attack would be neutralized.

The first time I encountered the ghost, it was not the same as the current occasion. In this dark room, I have only found a way to physically observe ghosts for the time being. It is observed through the cat's eye at the main entrance. Before I was sure what would happen if I attacked it without observing it, I chose a rather conservative approach.

The cacophony of the phone in my head suddenly became violent, as if to suggest the horror of the ghost, which was too close to me. The electrician's knife didn't emit any substantial touch, however, the noise was abruptly interrupted, giving the impression that the attack was working. I believe in this feeling. It may not have been substantially wiped out, but it certainly won't come unscathed. This is the first time I have the feeling of attacking this ghost, even when I first encountered it, it was only a window for nothing, and the situation at that time was more like I fell into a trap, if I were an ordinary person, I would have become an unlucky ghost who "jumped off the building and committed suicide".

After the noise is interrupted. It is the interruption of the negative state of the body, immediately afterwards. Every detail in the dark room gives people this feeling of "interruption" one after another. It's like, the performance that was supposed to continue, suddenly freezes, and then it becomes a black screen. I woke up again, and the room was dark. But this darkness is very different from the previous darkness in terms of atmosphere and atmosphere, which can be described as the difference between an ordinary unmanned ward and a morgue in a hospital late at night. In the case of weird rumors, enter it alone. It will make people's hearts hairy, but the feeling of being in the morgue is deeper.

I glanced at the time, it was also 11:59 p.m., and the window blocked by the wooden planks hung the same curtains, and when the curtains were lifted, through the gap between the wooden boards, I could also see the bright and misty neon lights of the exterior. Only the atmosphere is different, and it is the difference in atmosphere that makes me sure that I am back in the normal repeater world.

The doomsday vision, the repeater world, the nightmare, the nightmare after the nightmare, it's like a spiritual world layer after layer, and I feel more and more that these levels are quite complex to describe, but on the whole, they seem to be progressive—towards a deeper level of consciousness of the person with doomsday syndrome. I can't help but think of what a certain character said: when we explore the world, we find that what we ultimately explore is our own heart, and the more we explore our own heart, the more we feel that the reality of the world is being questioned. Is reality based on external physicality or on the individual's spirituality? "I think, therefore I am" or "Only after determining the existence of 'me' based on external objects can I prove my existence", which is the real truth? Or is it right to satisfy both? And at the end of my thinking, the former is even more charming.

I didn't feel sleepy at all, and the medication that Dr. Nguyen Li injected me was supposed to last until the next morning, but those nightmares seemed to speed up the consumption of the medicine. I left my bedroom, ready to make myself a cup of coffee and think about how I was going to pass the time. At this time, Dr. Nguyen Li happened to come out of the study, and she, as usual, worked until this time.

When she saw me, Dr. Nguyen Li was a little stunned, obviously, she was very confident in her medicine, and my situation broke her estimate of the efficacy of the drug, from the doctor's point of view, this is certainly not a happy situation. Unable to accurately grasp the efficacy of the drug means that there is a mistake in the judgment of the patient's condition, maybe this mistake is not strict, but it is still a mistake. Dr. Nguyen Le is a person who likes precision and has a very harsh attitude towards mistakes.

She took off her glasses, pinched the bridge of her nose, and said, "Make me a drink, too." Add five pieces of sugar. ”

"It's time for you to go to bed, there's work tomorrow, isn't it?" I looked at her and said, no move.

"I don't think I can get a good night's sleep tonight." Dr. Nguyen Lê's tiredness came to his face.

"I'm fine." I knew that she was worried about me and wanted to grasp my situation as soon as possible, and according to her personality, she might stay up late to correct the information. I felt that she was too herself, and I knew very well that my illness could not be cured by her therapy alone. Even in the past "me" of this repeater world, Dr. Nguyen Le has never found a cure for this "mental illness". From my point of view, I am a doomsday syndrome patient, and if I can't defeat the "virus", then I will always be a mental patient in the apocalyptic fantasy. This is a connection between appearance and essence, not as simple as Dr. Nguyen Lê seems.

I am a mentally ill person, but not an ordinary mentally ill person, and Dr. Ruan Li in this world will probably never be able to understand what kind of "unusual" my "unusual" is.

From this point of view, no matter how hard Dr. Nguyen Li tries, he is just doing useless work. Perhaps, her medication can help me get through some of the abnormalities at some point, but that doesn't mean that this effect will be critical and important. I admire Dr. Nguyen Li's dedication, and I feel her love for me from this dedication, but because of this, I don't want her to pay too much for it. In particular, I don't know why she appeared in this world, and I can't estimate what will happen to her after the end of this repeater world comes, after the frontal war between "Jiang" and "Virus" begins, and whether these encounters will involve her in the reality of the hospital, causing an irreparable impact - no, I should be clear that since Dr. Ruan Li is here, it means that even if she herself is unconscious, the impact she receives here will inevitably be fed back to her in the reality of the hospital in other ways.

The nature of the entire apocalyptic illusion is the key to Dr. Ender's "Human Completion Plan", and all the people who appear here must have a corresponding existence in the reality of the hospital. Perhaps, without me knowing, and Dr. Nguyen Le herself, she has been infected with the "virus" and has become an invisible patient with doomsday syndrome, and then through her own workplace, she has mapped her own personality consciousness into this repeater world.

To make matters worse, Dr. Nguyen Le has effectively become a doomsday syndrome patient, being connected to the apocalyptic fantasy and mobilized through a "script" to become a character in this repeater world.

However, although I don't know exactly where the people and events in the "hospital reality" have developed, I hope that things are not so bad. To put it simply, I hope that the "hospital" has found a way to bring non-doomsday patients to the apocalyptic vision, rather than that the "virus" has spread to those researchers.

I can't confirm that the "hospital reality" is reality, but observing the apocalyptic illusion from the perspective of the "hospital reality" is the most realistic way to do it at present. And once the "virus" spreads on a large scale in the hospital, and even the researchers cannot guarantee their own safety, then, in order to stop the vicious development of the situation, perhaps the back-up supporters of the "hospital" will take a more drastic approach to "antivirus". For example, dropping a nuclear bomb on the isolated island where the hospital is located.

Doomsday Vision, Color Center, and Dorothy can escape the destruction of the nuclear bomb aside, the weaker Sakiya, Hachijing, and Marceau will be destroyed nine times out of ten. Then, no matter how hard I try in the apocalyptic vision, from the perspective of "hospital reality", it will become a meaningless thing.

At the very least, until I can save them, the "hospital reality" can't get to that miserable state.

I was surprised and worried that Dr. Nguyen Le would appear in this world, but I could feel that her care and love for me in this world was definitely not a lie. Furthermore, in the "hospital reality", her feelings for me are probably not just the emotions of the attending doctor towards a special real body. Either way, I don't want her to neglect her health by focusing too much on my "psychopathology". (To be continued......)