Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

285 Doomsday Syndrome (still 4D)

The three girls in the room were still playing their weird card game. I glanced at them and confirmed that the cards in my pocket should be the same as these cards. I ignored them and came to sit opposite Dallas.

"I already have clues about the oil painting, but it will take some time." I opened my eyes and said nonsense, "But the martial law has been very severe recently, which has a great impact on my actions. Do you know anything? "

"Yes, this place is more unusual. There was chaos in the early hours of this morning. It seems that a patient ran out of the tower and several guards died." Dallas also had a heavy face, the building he said The tower at the top of the hill has n’t been opened since I woke up from this hospital. “The specific situation is not very clear, but I think we should leave this place as soon as possible. The progress should be accelerated. Now that you have a clue, why not say it, let ’s take a look at it together? "

Dallas stared straight at me, but I had already thought about the utterance, and I didn't plan to hide it all from the beginning. The cooperation between us is a kind of transaction. If I do n’t give him something practical, I want to get more from him.

"The oil painting implies a place. I don't know what is there. You saw my embarrassment the other day. I might as well tell you that the woods here are a little weird. If you really want to go, be prepared. "I said, all the hints of the oil painting, the monsters I had encountered in the woods, all told him clearly. This information is irrelevant to me. Even if he really did n’t get scared by my experience, the location I identified was enough for him to be busy for a long time. If I had n’t seen the illusion of "Mori" , It is impossible to find the real place so easily.

I gave the map I made to Dallas, and he took a breath at a glance.

"Are you going to run all over these places?" He couldn't believe it, "And will he act at night?"

"Besides I can't think of a better way, are you sure you want to do it?" I stared at him calmly.

"Forgive me, this is really a way to find a needle in a haystack." Dallas rubbed his head hard. "And we don't have as much time as Ranwen.com."

"That's really a pity." I said to him: "I will stay and finish it. Now I can only hope you can bring me some good news. Is there any news about the color?"

"No, I haven't found her yet." Speaking of the color, Dallas's expression was a bit gloomy. "But I can be sure that the color is always in the tower, but I can't be sure if she is still alive." He side He said, while pulling out a folded copy paper from his pocket, "I spent a lot of time hacking into a doctor ’s computer and then accessing the master database. The hospital ’s database can be accessed by staff. , But you can only view different areas according to different permissions. Unfortunately, using that doctor ’s computer, I can only turn around the periphery of the database. It seems that to go deep into the database, I have to pass special equipment. This is a directory, It includes the treatments and experimental projects that can be found on the periphery of the database about the color. There are a lot of things to worry about, and ... "Dallas glanced at the three girls who were playing cards and said," Join these The people of the project include the owner of the previous document, which means ... "

"Me, the color, and the girl in this room are all participants in the same experiment?" I added what he wanted to say.

Dallas shrugged and said, "Yes, you, and your close friends in the orphanage, as well as more children, have made great efforts in these experiments. However, only you are still able to communicate with me. Now. "

I unfolded the copy paper and looked at the catalog listed above. There were a lot of familiar words: personality division and environmental effects, brain wave residual reaction, the effect of low light on, fog poisoning reaction, cancer cell observation, mitochondrial research and carcinogenesis Responses, mitochondrial abnormal reproduction, hypnotic treatments and methodologies, psychological presentation in a virtual framework ... these items are listed in more than thirty. According to Dallas, there are many branches that use these project names as endpoints. Research is like a huge tree, which constantly divides thin roots, and the culmination of the total expansion of these 30 projects is a secret plan called "Human Completion Plan."

Details such as the brief description, purpose, method and process of the "Human Completion Plan" are all hidden deep in the database. Of course, this cannot be confirmed. This mysterious experimental plan is the focus of this hospital. In fact, we do not think that the staff in this hospital are only working to complete this experiment.

"The person who is responsible for completing this human replenishment plan happens to be the owner of the computer I hacked in." Dallas stared at me with strange eyes. "That's the doctor Ander who is in charge of your psychological treatment, the items in this catalog He proposed two thirds, and in addition, he was also a psychiatrist with more than fifty children, including the couple and the girls. "

"Is there a specific list of patients that he is responsible for or involved in these projects?" I asked.

"Of course, but it's useless even if I know it. I've found it. Except for you and these three girls, no one can find it." Dallas handed me the second copy paper, "I can't find it. Almost all of them were marked with death certificates and discharge certificates. Only the department did not have any proofs from Ranwen Fiction Net, so I can be sure that she should stay in that tower. By the way, I remember the same orphanage as you There is also a girl named Dorothy who is also on the death list. I am very sorry for this. "

As Dallas said, I found the name "Doris" and saw the sign representing death after the name. My heart was empty, unable to tell whether it was pain or sorrow. When I woke up, I had never seen her before, just like I did n’t see "Jianjiang" in this world. Moreover, their namesakes were not completely similar in appearance. There seems to be a difference, but if it is said to be indifferent, it must be deceiving, and there is indeed something invisible that is blocking your heart. Ah, is she dead too?

In this world, "Zhen Jiang" died long ago, and now "Doris" has also been confirmed dead. "Secret" has disappeared, and may have been kept in high towers, "Sakuye" and "Eight Scenes". "And" Marceau "have become dementia patients. As for" Gaochuan ", hasn't it already died in a certain sense?

Now, there is only a lonely soul, moving with the body of "Gao Chuan".

I suppressed the weeping in my heart, and the experimenters who examined the records on paper one by one quickly found the names "Morino" and "Shirai", just like the shadow of the end world.

"Are they also a couple?" I remembered the hysterical wailing of the girl named "Morino" in the illusion I saw last night.

She said that she didn't have anything.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter with you?" Dallas' voice woke me out of sorrow, and I realized that I was in tears again, and the tears wet the paper.

I have never shown that I am such a sentimental, so easy to cry person, in the end world, I can always not look at those tragic things, or turn my eyes before being affected by the sensibility, but in this world Here, I cannot escape everything carried by this body and the emotions born from it. This made me more aware of how gloomy, tender and sentimental the boy, Gao Gao, was.

"I know these two people." I pointed to the names "Morino" and "Shirai" and said seriously to Dallas: "I know them." I don't know why I told him, maybe just to let Even if one more person remembers their names.

"Uh, do they have anything special?" Apparently, Dallas didn't understand my idea at all. But I just said: "No, there is no Ranwen Fiction Net, but they are my friends, and now they are dead, and no one will think of them except us. There is no Ranwen Fiction Net to pray, no Ranwen Fiction Net. Sorrow, there is no funeral novel funeral, or even a decent grave. It is Dallas, do you hope to be like them when we die? "

"No, of course not."

"So if we can remember them, maybe after we die, someone will remember us as well."

Dallas's face was filled with consternation and distressed expression, and finally he just sighed and shrugged his shoulders, saying: "Don't say such unlucky words."

The two of us were silent for a while, and the room became silent for a while, only the noise outside the room came in from time to time, some people laughed, some yelled, some muttered, some people ran ... In this noisy vitality and the peace of the sun, I seem to Smelt a rotten odor.

"I will continue to try to enter the core of the database. I think there should be information about the tower." Dallas broke the serenity and said: "Although there is no evidence of Ranwen Fiction Net, but I think this hospital is not only a lurker. It ’s just a joke to say that there is no commercial spy on Ranwen Fiction Network in this kind of place. The things that have been born recently are very wrong. Someone else must have started. The confusion should expand. This may be our best chance to leave here. If During this period, I failed to rescue the tie, so ... I will leave immediately and never come back. My identity cannot be preserved in the investigation after the chaos. Although regrettable, my strength can only do At this point, if I run away, if you can still see the tie, please tell her ... "

"I know." I interrupted his words: "I will tell her, you have tried your best. There was such a man who came in thousands of miles when she was in crisis."

"Ah ... this job of spying is really not for me." Dallas sighed bitterly. I agree in my heart that this man is just an unsophisticated fraudster.

"I will find a breakthrough from Dr. Ander. Since I am the only one who survived the experiment, then for him, I must be very important. He needs my cooperation." I recalled the "Moriye" again Will the illusion of murder, the middle-aged man who killed her, be Dr. Ande? If it were him, then the event should have been born at least 20 years earlier than it is today. After all, Dr. Ander is now about sixty years old. So how did I get that piece of information?

The vocabulary that middle-aged men utter when they are crazy appears in the directory of research branches of the "Human Completion Plan". He once said that "cancerous mitochondria will produce their own consciousness and will absorb the residual band of the surrounding environment." Although I don't understand the specific content of these words, I can imagine a few or two.

-Cancerous reproduction.

-Mitochondria.

-Zhenjiang.

I habitually stroked my right eye. The speculation of the existence of the end world is gradually overlapping with the existence of this world. It can be inferred from the known information that from the age of "Morino", research on a certain kind of disease has begun, and the death of "Jianjiang" in this world is just the continuation and influence of this kind of disease. She is not the first patient. Similarly, including Gaochuan, other girls have contracted this strange disease sooner or later. But "Gaochuan" is unique because he is still alive in the process of receiving treatment, and still maintains a relatively sober consciousness. Although, I know this is my consciousness, not the "Gaochuan" consciousness in the past, but this is The person in charge of the research project is still a great encouragement.

Does he know the reason? Maybe you know, even more terrible, maybe this is a part of the plan.

I do n’t want to think about this matter any more. I feel that the martial king of heaven and earth, the Holy King, made the sacred king to kill the God Seal of the Throne at night. The strongest abandoning the young Zhou Dynasty martial arts Qiankun will kill the **** God seal the throne at night To a huge horror buried deep.

As for why "Gaochuan" is the only survivor? I don't understand, maybe it was really what Dr. Ruan said, because "Gaochuan" ate the body of "Zhenjiang".

However, this unique exception is gradually changing. I ca n’t know more about this body. The illusions and the adverse reactions that appear from time to time in the body seem to herald the aggravation of the condition, as if there is a voice that only I can hear in my ear. Just like everyone else, the three girls in this room are dying, and I ca n’t escape this fate.

That voice was urging me to take me away from this hazy sky before they died, before they died.

Dallas said goodbye to me, and before leaving, he said to me melancholy: "I hope to see you next time." Unconsciously, his mood has become so gloomy from the excitement of the past. Maybe he was blinded by the joy of success at that time, and did not think deeply about how things would become so harsh.

"It must be." I told him, watching him walk out of the dormitory and rush into the crowd.

I am not optimistic about the situation of Dallas. As he considered, if the chaos in this hospital is really caused by other spies, then his presence in the eyes of those professional spies must be as conspicuous as a light bulb in the dark. . I do n’t think I can hide my intentions, but I do n’t mind being exposed to these guys who have the same conspiracy to the hospital, because “Gaochuan” is an important part of the hospital ’s core research program. Keep yourself safe before the real chaos comes.

I went back to the girl's room, entered the missing position next to them, and took out the cards in my pocket. The girls who always look indifferently have different movements. They stare straight at the cards in my hand. At the next moment, they threw the cards in their hands together. The poker cards were dripping on my body. Before I reacted, they had ran to the bed and wrapped themselves tightly under the quilt. Their expressions were still so dull, they couldn't see whether the intense action was caused by excitement or fear. After a while, they began to hum, perhaps because of the "Gao Chuan" had heard before. I was familiar with the tune of this song and could almost hum the next syllable.

So I did this, and hummed with them the unknown, familiar song, but the girls no longer responded, so they fell on the bed. For a moment, I almost mistakenly because they died, but now they just fell asleep and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Their reactions made me puzzled, which made me realize that we still can't communicate as before. The three girls are the victims of the "Human Completion Plan". In this experiment, what kind of trauma they have suffered will become what they are today. I can't imagine it at all.

I even feel that their actions today are just out of habit, not self-consciousness. These three still-movable bodies are nothing but wreckage that has continued from the past to the present.

However, now I can finally study these cards.

The lines and dots on the cards look messy, but I tried to use them as a kind of jigsaw puzzle in the first place, trying to find out the rules of the lines between the cards. There are 33 cards in total. According to the outline of the lines, there are not many rounded lines. I have been thinking about the meaning of the cards I have obtained, and what the dots mean, and guessing how to combine the dots with my cards as the center. In this way, I couldn't figure it out until the evening.

I decided to stop here today, so I put away my cards and folded the other cards. I tried to wake up the three girls, but soon gave up. When I left this room, I suddenly thought that I had never seen them in the cafeteria and never heard that someone would give them meals.

No, there should be people who take care of them, after all, there are not many patients who can support themselves in this building. Moreover, although unlike me, the consciousness and personality of the three girls who also participated in the experiment obviously have great defects, but in any case, they are still alive and have no lost value in the use of Ranwen Fiction Network.

So, will there be a commissioner dedicated to taking care of them and making observations?

Thinking of this, I gave up the idea of ​​going to the cafeteria and went back to my room, using the cat's eyes in the door to monitor the corridor.

In the next half hour, 6 continued staff members entered the dormitory building, including cleaners, cafeteria employees, as well as nurses and doctors, these people in and out of the patient's room, while the cleaner cleans the room , Doctors and nurses try to talk to each patient. Their language is gentle and their actions are compulsive, but judging from their blunt expressions, they are only doing routine business and do not have much enthusiasm.

A few people knocked on my door and tried to open it without getting a response from Ranwen.com, but soon gave up, presumably because they had never been successful in Ranwenshu.com. But I do n’t think they actually care if they can open my room.

Afterwards, the doctors, cafeteria staff and cleaners left immediately, the fat man snatched his dinner, and the nurses who left assisted patients who did not have the ability to take care of themselves. Unexpectedly, the three girls did n’t need nurses to help. They did n’t know when they woke up. They showed strong resistance to the doctors and nurses. They closed the door when they appeared, causing the cleaners and The cafeteria staff simply cannot enter.

However, it is clear that these people have long been accustomed to this behavior pattern. They do n’t even have the extra expressions and movements of Ranwen Fiction Net. They just put their meals at the door and leave.

It was not until all the outsiders had left that the three girls opened a slit at the door, dragged the food tray in, and closed the door tightly.

Before that, I thought their door would never close.

I opened the door and went out. I stood in front of the girls' doors for a while. They didn't open the door at the end, so I went down the stairs. When they returned from the cafeteria, the door of their room had been opened again, as if there was obsessive-compulsive disorder. The door always opened in the same position. Not only them, but also other patients, even their behavior, pace, posture, and location are all treading on the previous trace. This only made me return to this corridor, always producing a sense of eternity that never changes.

I looked out from the hallway towards the girl ’s room, and they started a new round of card game, still as in the past, as if they could feel the martial arts Abandon the Shaozhou Zhou royal family to kill the God Immortal Throne at night Night killing God Immortal Throne Qiu Mo Ao Jiuzhongtian strongest abandoned the young and big Zhou royal family to my eyes, while I looked at it, Muran turned around and looked at me, but even if I greeted them, there would be no In response, it seemed that the unusual behavior in the afternoon was nothing but a bubble.

I did n’t disturb them, and went back to my room to read, think, organize, and work day after day.

This evening, perhaps because I took more than twice the dose, I did n’t have any dreams or illusions to disturb me.

Early the next morning, I was awakened by a burst of noise. There are many people running in the corridor, the heels of the shoes hit the wooden floor with a rush of noise, the entire corridor seems to collapse at any time. The unusual movement suddenly made me wake up as if I was splashed with cold water. I tried to turn over the wheelchair, but suddenly a feeling spread from my legs.

I was stunned for a while, and then I confirmed that there was indeed a feeling of spreading from the legs-my crippled legs were actually conscious.

My heart thumped, I squeezed my leg hard, and I could n’t feel the pain, but the pinched place did feel the martial arts. The Royal Family of Shao Da Zhou will kill God God Seal Throne in night The Throne of the Gods and Gods seals the Demon Ao Ninth Heaven to abandon the royal family of Shao Da Zhou to a very unique feeling that cannot be described, which is different from the ordinary touch. I immediately tried to stand up, but I soon realized that my body might have actually undergone some changes, but it was not as profound as I imagined.

I don't know why my legs suddenly became conscious again. The doctor once told me that I never wanted to walk with these two legs in my life. I do n’t know if the current situation is good or bad. After all, the changes that this body has had since yesterday are infinitely bad.

Fighting sounds outside the door, heavy objects hit the ground and walls, followed by gunshots and shouts, not only on the second floor where I am, but the entire dormitory building was messed up. I no longer ignored my legs, climbed the wheelchair hard, grabbed the crossbow beside me, and came to the door.

As soon as the cat's eyes were closed, a back figure flew towards this side and smashed across the gate. It wasn't until he slumped softly along the facade that I fell back on the ground. It seems that this person has been unable to climb for the time being, and it is not clear whether it is alive or dead.

There were many spots of fresh blood on the corridor. Three or four patients were lying on the ground motionless, and they seemed to be seriously injured. Even the guards, including two in front of my door, were on the balustrade. Death can be confirmed, because his neck has been twisted out of shape. Bullets splashed from the room of a patient, hitting the corridor railings, and it was unclear who was fighting. After a while, the gunshots in that room disappeared, followed by screams. The human-shaped flame rushed out of the doorway, hit the balustrade, and turned over, only listening to the sound of "touch".

As a result, there were still crossfire and vocals upstairs and downstairs, but the second floor had completely died down. Although I saw the girls' doors closed, I was still worried about the situation of the three girls, so I no longer hesitated and pushed the door open with a crossbow.

The guard snuggling against the door fell backwards into the room, and I immediately saw the big hole in his chest. The guy's heart was gone, and something was pulled out abruptly, and a lot of blood diffused. Looking at the soiled floor, I was slightly distressed.

If someone wants to break in because of these blood stains, I try to remove the body on the ground, but the position of the body is just stuck in the door, I have to drive the wheelchair to run over him, and then grab it from the outside His two legs dragged out.

This time, the thought of seeing the question after the wheel printed on him was a big headache. I closed my door while thinking about speaking. Just came to the room of "Sakuya" and others, the room where the fireman rushed out suddenly rushed out a black shadow again.

I pointed the crossbow at this guy reflexively. This guy was dark all over, with a burning smell, and he could only see the human form from the outline. This guy has become so miserable, but his movements are more agile than normal people. If it is replaced by other people, it will inevitably feel unbelievable and unresponsive.

This guy is aggressive. Although it is unclear whether he is a guard or a patient, he doesn't mean to say anything. Intuition tells me that the guy in front of me is the enemy after playing against me. Almost in a blink of an eye, he had swooped at me with a strong wind.

I pulled the trigger of the bow and crossbow at almost the same time as his action and shot three crossbow arrows in one breath. The guy jumped to the top of the hallway. This kind of regular athletic ability made him avoid two crossbows, but was shot in the middle of the chest by the third one. It didn't seem to be his fatal point there. He fell at me again as soon as he fell on the floor. I controlled the wheelchair to go backwards, and at the same time pressed the "bee needle" mechanism, a large awning iron nail hit the guy like a rain pear, with six or seven nails directly into his head and eye socket.

After he fell down on the ground, he never got up again, and then a flame suddenly spewed out from the corpse's facial features and pores, completely transforming this human figure into a dark gray.

I see that it is clear that he did not have any flammables on him, he spontaneously ignited.

At this time, the fighting sounds upstairs and downstairs had gradually faded. I seized the time and vigorously twisted the door handle of the girl's room. As a result, the door was easily opened.

When I carefully scanned the room, I immediately saw a human-shaped gray trace on the ground. Obviously, a guy similar to the previous one spontaneously burned in this place. The three girls were staring at the humanoid ashes without looking scared on their faces. The room was not messy and there was no trace of fighting. It was hard to imagine that they had killed the freak who was often athletic, but besides, there was an explanation that the freak had spontaneously died when he entered the door. However, I don't know why, I subconsciously thought that they killed this guy.

Some fragments of memory flashed through my mind, and I seemed to see the burning orphanage in the dream and the girls centered on me, standing at the ends of the burning corridor.

My nerves seemed to be burned by the flame in this illusion, and the scene suddenly disappeared from my eyes. That kind of brain pain is not an illusion at all. It's like a fuse, which makes my body have a variety of abnormal feelings like a chain.

It seems that something foreign has spread in the body, drilling into the right eye, into the heart, into the leg, trying to penetrate every cell. The noisy sound occupies almost all the auditory nerves. I ca n’t understand what that sound is, like countless people screaming, and it is like a stone scraping through the glass, I just feel that I am stirred by this messy sound Blurred, in addition to this, there is a sound that goes through these sounds for a long time, as if telling me something. When all this has passed, I just feel as long as a century. I was sweating all over, and I didn't need to look in the mirror to know how bad my face was. My body felt a weak feeling from inside, and my internal organs seemed to be burning.

I leaned on the wheelchair and stared straight at the three girls. Their faces are still blank, and their eyes are still dull, but I suddenly feel a strange feeling. Something is connecting us through unseen channels, letting us not communicate through the mouth, but the body can communicate as primitive as a single cell. The feeling of this communication is so weak, it seems that once I try to pass on my thoughts, the weight of the thoughts will immediately dismember this connection.

No, to describe it, something deep in this body is resonating with the same objects in the other three bodies.

Gradually, this communication became less beautiful and even made me feel a little dangerous. I interrupted it immediately, and as a result my body's condition seemed to get worse, as if a large amount of blood, physical strength and energy were suddenly taken away.

I think I should understand what happened, but I cannot think about it. When I was able to move, some guards broke in. As soon as these people saw the crossbow in my hand, they all pointed their guns at everyone in the room.

The feeling of weakness made me not want to say any polite words and explanations. I let go of my hand holding the crossbow and turned to meet them. The crossbow fell on the ground for a while, and those muzzles were put down.

"Room 5, there are four survivors." A guard said while holding the radio, and then there was some instructions from the radio. He turned his head, his eyes fell on me and the three girls in turn, and then asked me: "Your name is Gao Chuan?"

"Yes, I am Gao Chuan." I replied calmly.

The guard answered a few words to the radio, and immediately notified the colleagues to close the team. This group of people came and went quickly, and they went downstairs soon. But they failed to leave this place. I saw them in the corridor with a group of guys wearing chemical protective clothing put in an ambulance. The next successor as I expected, more personnel in chemical protective clothing rushed into the dormitory building and sprayed a mist of probably disinfectant. The three girls and I were taken into a car by them and were forced to take off their clothes to take a bath . The cold water with medicine is very uncomfortable, especially in winter, they do n’t mind the difference between men and women, let me and three girls use the same bathroom at the same time, the small space allows us to turn around Rub each other's skin.

After washing the medicine bath, we each got a blanket, and the personnel in the chemical suits on the car once again tested us with tools, and then nodded and signaled us to go out. They confiscated my wheelchair and gave me a folding standard wheelchair after I got off the car, so that I would not have to climb back. Fortunately, I kept my eyes open yesterday and copied a copy of my playing cards in front of the building. In fact, the place where we got off was more than 100 meters away from the dormitory building. A yellow belt circled the dormitory building around 50 meters. All the guys who tried to get close were driven by the guards outside the yellow belt. The lively guy is only a hundred meters away.

This is good. The three girls and I were displaced, but it was better than dying inside. Now I do n’t know how many of those patients can escape. After a while, I remembered the objects kept in the room and the playing cards that the three girls didn't have time to bring out. Now I want to unlock the secrets, but it's a big headache.

This time the chaos is more serious than the last time. According to Dallas, the source of the chaos is the high tower on the hill, and some patients escaped from it. I couldn't help looking in that direction. Above the lonely black tower, the low gray flowing clouds were sliding in a slow and heavy gesture, as if to imply that the whole event was far from over.

I looked around the crowd, and the buildings, and the shadows scattered in the buildings, no matter where I was, I could feel the martial arts, the king, the holy king, the sacred king, the night kill the god, the throne, the throne, the beggar The Royal Family of Shao Da Zhou will kill God God Seal Throne in night The Throne of Gods and Gods seals the Demon Ao Ninth Chongtian the strongest to abandon the royal family of the young and big Zhou to a feeling of temptation. I don't know how many strangers here, and how to think about this commotion with their arms. I did n’t find Dallas in the field of vision, but I think he must be watching the dormitory building and feel confused about his future.

"Gao Chuan" Someone called me behind me, and I immediately heard Dr. Ruan's voice. She said: "They informed me that you are here. Ah, there are lovely girls."

I turned the wheelchair and greeted Dr. Ruan.

"What happened to me? I didn't wake up and suddenly went to war. And those guys who spontaneously ignited, we were almost killed by them." I intentionally acted annoyed.

"Ah, this ... the spontaneous combustion is the patient. These guys were originally detained in the black tower because of the particularity of the condition, and they came out without knowing what happened." Dr. Ruan paused and said, "The specific situation I I do n’t know, it ’s Dr. Ander ’s responsibility. ”

"Is Dr. Ander a psychologist? Is he in charge?" I asked.

"Because it is his patient, um ... or rather, he is an expert who studies that kind of condition." Dr. Ruan thought about it and said to me, "Speaking of these, these spontaneous combustion patients have something to do with you."

"Relation? I don't have any relatives like Ranwen.com." I frowned, and I could see Dr. Ruan's hesitation. She seemed to want to reveal something in-depth. Although I don't understand why she made this decision, I really want to hear what she knows.

"You know, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Zhenjiang is seriously ill." Dr. Ruan said: "And, you are also infected with the same disease sooner or later after her. This disease has not been written Fiction Net is infectious, but the resulting syndrome is infectious. The madness and spontaneous combustion of these patients is a manifestation of the late stage of the syndrome. So you should understand it? They are the late stage of the disease syndrome like you. patient."

"You mean, if I can't get effective treatment, will the end be like them?" I said: "For this reason, the color is locked in the black tower like those spontaneously ill patients, is it? You lied? After me, she did n’t even get discharged from Ranwen Novels, and you did n’t cure her. ”

"Yes, but Dr. Ande has been studying this disease for more than 20 years. He is an expert in this area, and you are still alive. This does not prove that the control and treatment of this disease is already in your Have you made tremendous progress? I believe that in some time, you will achieve breakthrough progress, and all patients suffering from this kind of disease will receive effective treatment. "Dr. Ruan smiled.

I didn't have a Ranwenshu.com interface. I was silent for a while and asked: "Is there no Ranwenshuwang name for this disease?"

"There is an irregular name." Dr. Ruan paused and said, "Dr. Ander's name is called Doomsday Syndrome." ...