I don't know when, my feet were covered in the dirt of this cemetery, as if a pair of strong hands were under this dirt, grabbing my ankles and making it impossible for me to move.

The frequency of phosphorus fires generated in the cemetery became more and more intense, and then, like a volcanic eruption, a large dense column of phosphorus fire formed a column of light and rose into the sky.

The strange phosphorus fire is like a life that has just been born. Their source is not underground, nor is it the disintegration of corpses, but in the observation of chain judgments, it is as if it were born in the air, and the small particles in the air have changed. The reason why it is called "phosphorus fire" is only because at first glance, its shape and color are very similar to the phosphorus fire produced after the dissociation of the corpse.

But are these flames, which have no temperature, really phosphorus fires? In this nightmare of consciousness, there is no need to think about it at all.

In this nightmare, it seems that any existence can be ignited by phosphorus fire, but even if it looks the same thing, there are some that will not be ignited. When the earth and gravel were ignited, they did not burn a large area, and these flames were like flowers rooted in the ground. When trees and flowers are ignited, even plants that are close to each other have not been affected, and it looks like there is a huge torch several meters away. When hordes of weirdos are ignited, not every weirdness is burning, and the burning weirdness and the unburning weirdness collide with each other, and they don't have a ripple.

When we mysterious experts are ignited, it is like everything in this nightmare. Some burned, some didn't. The burning people let out a wail of pain, and they held their heads in agony as if a drill was being shoved into their brains and their bodies. It's like plasticine, rubbed by an invisible hand, and constantly deformed.

What is not ignited, in the midst of a burning scene, there is a strange sense of isolation that people can't help but feel. There must be something special about these things that make these things so independent.

The mysterious expert who did not burn tried to extinguish the flames on his companion, however, no matter what he did, he could not extinguish the burn, and the pain in this burning could only be watched as his companion underwent further mutations. There was a more or less shocked look on everyone's face, despite the past experience, which was clear to every occult expert. In such a large and mysterious event, no matter how strange and incomprehensible the situation can happen, and being mentally prepared also allows the occult expert to often behave more calmly in front of the strange phenomenon.

However, the scene in front of me is not only how strange the "phenomenon" is, but also how strange it is. Before it happened, there were all sorts of foreshadowings. It is subtle and corrosive to the mind. Just "everything burns" doesn't shock the occult experts, and what really makes everyone feel this kind of emotion, I think, is like the wind here is full of madness and despair. And this phosphorus fire, although it does not have such strong negative emotions, also has a certain kind of spiritual erosion.

From the birth of the phosphorus fire to the ignition of the phosphorus fire, this scene is like a kind of self-memory recounting. Like the melancholy of old age, it is quiet, but not dead, it also carries a certain inner beat, but it does not erupt with the same heat as in youth. Just like the fire itself, it expands rapidly, but it only burns slowly, without temperature.

"It's ......" said a mysterious expert who hadn't been ignited.

"It's ......!" Another mysterious expert, who was also unignited, suddenly looked at me.

And I already know why they look at me like that.

All these things that are set on fire, whether they are trees, gravel, weird, mystical experts, their bodies are rubbed like plasticine, and they are gradually becoming a unified and familiar image. That's my image, the younger me, the older me, the same age as me. One by one, "Takakawa" is being formed in the process of burning, and the thing that is ignited is not "Takakawa" originally, but it makes everyone who sees this scene feel that this is "Takakawa".

They, they, are becoming what I am.

Thus, the occult expert became a "Takakawa sculpture of pain". The trees became "Takakawa with a humanoid torch". The eccentrics, who were described as "Hyakki Night Walkers", became "a group of pilgrims-like Takakawa". They make for an even more eerie and shocking scene: the endless "Takakawa" dressed in black robes and forming a long procession, surrounded by torches and sculptures in the shape of Takakawa, slowly walk along the mountain path to the altar at the top of the mountain.

"How is it possible, it's all Gao Chuan, why is it Gao Chuan?" Such questions were asked, but no one could answer them. The connectors had said that they had speculated about the relationship between "Takakawa" and "Deepest Night", and that many of the rituals were based on such speculations, but when a closer connection was expressed in this extremely superficial scene, I saw in their faces a great deal of incomprehension and incredulity.

Perhaps, my connection with this deepest night has really exceeded their expectations.

"I see." A female occultist muttered to herself not far from me: "Here is the biggest deviation." She suddenly shouted loudly to all the mysterious experts who were still in a normal state: "The biggest deviation is not that we have overlooked, but that we have miscalculated the extent!" ”

Her voice was still echoing, and everyone's eyes were already focused on me.

Then, having just finished speaking, she suddenly let out a miserable and shrill laugh, and without knowing what was going on, she rushed down the hill suddenly, as if she had gone crazy. Her back was quickly engulfed in gray mist and flames. After that, the air here seemed to freeze for a few seconds, and suddenly, in the direction of the madman-like female occultist running away, there were screams of fear. As soon as this voice was heard, it made one feel that she must have suffered some terrible misfortune, and that it was already finished at this moment.

What the hell was attacking her? What made her scream like that? What made her spirits so excited, like she was about to go crazy?

No one speaks, it's like no one knows the answer.

The eerie silence was turning the atmosphere around me sinister.

"In the end...... What happened? A mysterious expert asked suddenly, as if he were asking me and someone else.

Several people tried to figure out something from my face. But I'm also baffled. It's not entirely clear what exactly happened. They may wonder if I'm faking, but I know that this ignorance is not a disguise. Of course, I also thought that there were many clues in the deep night. All imply a deep relationship with me, but such a change as in front of me is also unexpected.

I don't even know what such a change means at a higher level of consciousness.

However, the connector and Anna, who had been standing beside me, had quietly distanced themselves from me. My place in this group of occult experts has been completely isolated. It's just that the case. In fact, it does not surprise and unacceptable to me, because I am standing among them, and I do not want to be friends with them. It is also clear that we cannot be friends in the depths of the night. Even if you can talk, you have cooperated, or you still have a feeling. But when it comes to what to do, I'm their enemy.

Isolation now. It's just an expected scenario.

They still seem to have some scruples, but they just confront each other cautiously, and it seems that they have no intention of starting to fight me immediately. It also followed my thoughts, because I also wanted to see how it would change. Thereupon. When I could move, I turned and left, and no one was holding back, not even the connector and Anna, who looked at me with a look of doubt and wariness. Even with my back to them, I could clearly perceive the hostility and scrutiny in my eyes. I don't blame them for the sudden change in attitude, as if they had completely forgotten our old friendship, and I can fully understand them and don't feel sad about it.

We are just looking at the same changes from different perspectives, and from different perspectives, to understand the time we spent together.

"Where are you going? Takakawa. The connector suddenly shouted behind him.

"The top of the mountain." I say.

I carried a shield and a sawtooth broadsword, and the speedsweep formed an invisible high-speed passage winding in front of meandering, opening up a different route from the "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk". I galloped along this smooth road, and the black-robed "Gao Chuan" were not far away, and at some point, they had already picked up a candle lamp in their hands, and when I subconsciously looked at it, I found that they were also looking at me one by one. Their movement speed is as if they are about to freeze in front of the speed sweep, but this "turning head to look at each other" action is always synchronized with me in the speed sweep.

They stared at me and gave me the creeps.

They look like I'm dressed up as a different version of myself, but they don't give me any sense of "they are me". The sense of identity, feeling that the other party is oneself, is the biggest difference between the prosthetic Takakawa in London and them.

What are these things? Their "Takakawa" appearance cannot be untargeted, and must have a meaning closely related to me, but I do not recognize them. If they were all "Takakawa", I probably wouldn't have this feeling, because the reason why I exist is precisely because the birth mechanism of "Takakawa" and the mind are highly unified.

The "Takakawa" people in front of me, who do not make me feel identified, seem to say that in addition to the mechanism of the birth of the "Takakawa" personality that I know, there are other mechanisms at work. However, I don't have any sense of rejection for them. In addition to this, their presence also gives me a sense of "danger".

I can't describe the danger, I can't estimate the intensity of the danger in advance, but I just feel that their existence is abnormal, not that they should not be there, but rather something like a feeling that they exist but they don't manifest themselves.

Such thoughts make me seem to have new hazy thoughts.

Is what exists, but does not manifest, forcibly manifested?

My vision of the apocalyptic illusion is not only from the internal state of the apocalyptic vision, but also from the physiological and psychological level of a patient with apocalyptic syndrome.

What is it that exists on a physical or psychological level but does not reflect its function, is a seemingly redundant component that cannot be truly separated?

In this nightmare tower, on the black seat that seems to be able to connect to the reality of the hospital, what is the inevitable connection between the information obtained and the scene in front of you?

Before I could find the answer, I had rushed to the top of the hill and landed on a higher rock around the altar. And I'm not alone in this place. Of course, it's not those "Gao Chuan".

The procession of the Hyakki nocturnal walker, before entering the altar, divided into five tributaries, and re-disintegrated from the human form of "Takagawa" into phosphorus fire, submerged into the five vertices of the "pentagram" pattern.

Several men in military uniforms, standing in the corner of the altar, watched the phenomenon solemnly. These soldiers were not Nazis, but they had the characteristics of such a distinct state apparatus, which of course gave the impression that they were from the 51st District. In fact, the altar has been renovated, and the pattern of the magic circle is newly carved. I was here once in advance, and the altar had a "broken" or "unfinished" feeling, but now it has been completely completed and is up and running.

However, the style of this magic array was not at all the style of Area 51. No, it should be said that Area 51 does not use this kind of magic array, which is full of the occult style of the old era. On the contrary, the Doomsday Shinrikyo is very familiar with this kind of magic array, and it can't help but make people feel that it is still the Doomsday Shinrikyo who assisted District 51 to complete the completion of this altar.

The cooperation between Area 51 and the Cult of Doomsday Shinrito is so deep that it is almost as if Area 51 has become the hands and feet of the Cult of Doomsday Shinriko, in another name, to accomplish what the Cult of Doomsday Shinrikyo intends to do.

These Sector 51 soldiers are also supposed to be occult experts, but occult experts who abide by military guidelines are really rare. District 51 has put a lot of effort into human resources.

They weren't moved by my presence, as if they weren't worried that I would disrupt the rituals going on here. I don't think they really think I'm harmless. According to the connector, the mysterious organizations operating here have seriously considered my situation and the relationship between me and the Deepest Night, and it is certainly impossible for District 51, as the main force of the responsible party, not to study me.

So, what is it that gives them the confidence that I will do nothing? (To be continued......)