Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was in a sea of ​​blood red.

The information from the outside world is very weak, as if it was isolated and filtered by the skin before being communicated. I have a wonderful idea, if I compare the body to a huge eggshell, and the blood-red sea is like egg white. So, what is it like to float in this vast expanse of **** sea and look like an extremely small "self"?

Consciousness floats in the red ocean, unable to distinguish between up, down, left, and right. The sounds heard seem to be confused by many sounds, reminiscent of waves. Perhaps because of this idea, waves really appeared in the Scarlet Ocean. I was pushed by this wave and kept moving in a certain direction. I don't know where I will be pushed by the wave of sound, but I clearly feel that I am sinking as I move forward.

All these wonderful scenes are like dreaming. I feel that I am not completely awake, and I am in a state of half-dreaming and half-waking. I never thought about waking up to regain control of the huge body that covered this sea of ​​blood. I just wanted to keep sinking to see how deep the sea was and what was underneath.

I think there is something deep in the ocean.

It is calling me. The more sinking, the clearer this feeling.

There is also sound in the depths of the Scarlet Ocean, like the sound of empty air when a river passes through a cave. I did not see these possible caves, but I saw many bubbles rising from below. I reached out to touch these bubbles and found that some were quite tough, while others shattered when touched. I carefully observed these bubbles, and found that there is a constantly changing color like fog. Its shape makes people think, and the constantly changing shape is like a horse lantern. It seems to be telling a story. Sometimes, these bubbles will collide with each other, and if they are not broken, they will become one. These combined bubbles are full of a strange attraction that people cannot help but watch. When I looked at them intently, it seemed that the whole person was sucked in.

Afterwards, there was a feeling of falling. I looked up and found that the endless red sea turned into the sky. The blood of the sky is as bright as it is burning, full of endless power and vitality. Although it is falling at a terrible speed, but the distance between himself and the sky is not pulled apart, as if this sense of speed and the feeling of no use of force is an illusion.

There is an endless sense of fear of falling, but as soon as this feeling of fear emerged, I found that my feet touched the ground.

When it fell, it was the distance between the head and the feet, but when the feeling of being down to the ground was generated, it suddenly became the normal head and feet.

It was full of speed when it fell, but when it was down to the ground, there was no impact at all.

Suddenly he stood firm, as if he were standing like this.

I looked down at my feet. It was a road composed of spirals of red, green and black. The road that continues to extend forward and backward can never see the end. It's just that, in the front facing the timing of the station, the more stretched the road should be made of three colors, the more it melts into the red. In the very far front, the spirally tangled road becomes a deep red , As if connected to the sky.

I seemed to hear the voice of the call again, which was waiting for me at the end of the road. Who is it? When I think about it this way, an answer naturally comes to mind.

--River.

So, I know, it is called "Jiang".

So, what exactly is Jiang? Is it an item? A person? A memory? I thought about it again, but this time, the answer did not appear, as if telling me that "Jiang" is "Jiang". "Jiang" is both its name and description of its existence, just like "stone" is "stone".

I started to run along the road, thinking that I could see it as soon as I got there. I don't know why, I am full of desire to meet it.

As the footsteps moved, the empty surroundings suddenly became colorful. Every time I take a few steps, a new scene will appear, just like I keep leaving one environment and stepping into another environment. There are courtyards, parks, dark forests, and towering buildings in these environments. Sometimes they enter the deep caves themselves, and in the next moment they are in a white room. There are people other than me in these landscapes, even life such as animals and insects. They are lifelike, but like the background, they cannot be contacted with them and will not be seen by them.

However, not all of these changing environments are beautiful and pleasant. Sometimes I hear terrifying roars, mostly in dark places. Sometimes we can hear the screams of human beings, but we can't see the half figure. When I walked through a place like a hospital, I also saw many **** and cruel scenes. For example, in an unoccupied room, the human body was cut open, **** limbs were hanging on the iron hooks, and the sound of chainsaws and meat chopping came from the next room. It was also like in a place full of weird instruments, people were put on electric torture caps, the light blue current clock visible to the naked eye kept twitching, and their faces were painfully twisted.

Some of these beautiful or horrifying scenes will evoke the emotions that I am familiar with, as if I have been there, I have seen and experienced things with my own eyes, and some scenes are very strange, allowing me to Continue to stand idly by. They make me sad, happy, and painful for me.

In many scenes—usually at dusk with fire clouds, quiet corridors, park swings swaying in the wind, and stone caves under slides, dark woods—the people who appeared around me were girls, they repeated It appears, sometimes one, sometimes two or three, and when all are there, there are six in total. When with them, these scenes are like a moment in memory, becoming vivid and clear. Seeing them talking and playing beside me, my heart is full of warmth and nostalgia. I can't hear what they said. They sometimes took my hand and ran with me, but I couldn't feel the touch when holding the hand. In the empty feeling, they gradually dissipated like smoke.

I lost my heart, but soon, they will appear in a new scene.

I have a feeling that they are always around me, but I can't recognize them. Sometimes, I think their names seem to be coming out, but they still can't remember. When I was with them, I always felt that a few short steps passed too quickly. I wanted to stop, but running forward seemed to be an inertia. The girls disappeared and reappeared, and appeared and disappeared. I don't know how long it has passed, I started to be able to tell their age. This is a very strange feeling, just like I have become a child.

Only one of the girls is older than me, and the others are younger than me. This older girl is also the most frequent. Later, even in scenes where a girl is unlikely to be present, I can always see her watching me quietly in a hard-to-detect corner in a glimpse of shock.

Other life in the scene, neither human nor animal, did not notice the existence of this girl at all, as if she was just an illusion, a reflection, or a ghost that did not exist.

In this strange and quiet look, the girl began to grow up and changed her appearance. She began to keep her dark and bright hair, and her figure began to develop. It is strange that sometimes it looks thin and reminiscent of a neat ward, curtains drenched in the wind, white jasmine flowers and a slender piano; and sometimes it looks sturdy, full-bodied and full of explosive power, as if to let one see A leopard with beautiful fur and a streamline figure who hunts at all times. At the same time, her appearance is constantly changing. She was staring straight at her, like being watched by countless women.

This should have been a strange and hairy scene, but I was not disturbed.

Looking at her, my mood was full of peace and tranquility.

I continued to run forward, and the colors that entangled like twine under my feet had all been dyed deep red. The blood-red sky was still far away from me, and at the farther horizon, it still blended with this road. As one. The ghostly girl never disappeared again.

Soon after, I crossed a large yellow lake and stretched out countless hands from the lake. They were swaying in disorder, as if to say hello, or as if struggling, as if to pull me down and become their kind, but I stood on the road, and the nearest hand was more than ten meters away. The hand next to the road climbed onto the pavement, like pulling the body at the bottom of the lake. I once raised the idea of ​​pulling it, but the idea soon disappeared. I suddenly saw the girl, no, at this time she can already be called a girl, wearing black long lake-like shiny hair, only a pajama-style suspender dress on the whole body, there is no wind, but a thin dress But it clung to her as if blown by the wind.

Under the translucent dress, the color of the body vaguely emerges and the curves that begin to mature. Her appearance turned out to be similar to that of Omi. If Omi took out the photos to show me her girlhood, I believe it must be this look. Her skin was incredible white, but when I looked at her, she found her eyes were as red as the road and sky.

She is standing by my side. I do n’t even know when and how she came here. In the past countless scenes, she was just hiding in the corner. In the past scenes, whether it is scenery or animals or humans, no matter whether they are kind or malicious, they only exist in the same background because they ca n’t see me and ca n’t reach me. It is also impossible to touch them. However, when the girl appeared beside me, standing on this path, I suddenly felt that she became vivid and real, and I should reach out to her.

So I did this and reached out to her. I don't know what this means, and unconsciously, I have stopped moving forward.

The girl didn't take my hand. When I was about to take the initiative to touch her, the hand that climbed the road grabbed her ankle and tried to drag her down the yellow lake. I was about to step forward to grab her and not let her fall, but a deep fear didn't make sense.

My movements were frozen halfway. Although this fear made me unable to think, I still had the consciousness to overcome this fear to catch her.

Because, I want to catch her. There is a feeling in Mingming that tells me that she has always been in this place. She is the "Jiang" who summoned me.

What happens after contact with her? I do n’t know, let alone consider. Instinct makes me feel that I will disappear, but a very strong desire for desire is trying to break through instinct fear.

There are more and more hands holding her ankles, like moss spreading fast. It's unbelievable. How did they climb on her? These hands grabbed her ankles, calves, thighs, and waist, and all wanted to pull her entire body into the yellow lake.

The girl didn't move, let alone those hands, about two seconds or three seconds? I heard the sound of waves, not from the lake, but from the end of the horizon, from the deep red sky tens of thousands of miles away from the top.

Along with the sound of the tide, there is another sound like drum sound and heartbeat. I began to feel throbbing from the heart, and my left eye began to beat.

Wow, wow ... goo, goo, goo, goo, goo ... goo! Goh! Goh!

The sound is getting louder and louder, as if drumming in the ear, and it is coincident with the frequency of the heart and the left eyeball. I couldn't help but hold my left eye, but in the right eye's field of vision, the girl's appearance was becoming blurred. Her face seems to be melting ...

No, not just her face, her pale, transparent skin seemed to melt into a deep red liquid. It was like overflowing water slowly sliding down the curve of the body, and the thick red liquid seemed to gush out of her body, covering her body constantly. You can still see the human form at the beginning, but after a few seconds, even the human form no longer exists.

As if standing in front of me, a candle coagulated by blood was burning and melting.

I felt that the whole world seemed to fall into the furnace at once, and a wave of heat came from all directions. The crimson sky really started to burn, shining brightly.

There seemed to be a fire burning in my heart.

I heard the song, I do n’t know where it came from, it echoed throughout the world.

The song sounds like talking, and it's like singing, singing a nursery rhyme that celebrates life. No matter how hard I tried to listen, the voice seemed faint and faint, but I felt that the voice brought myself incomparable calmness. It seems to let me return to the mother with it, degenerate into an embryo, and then become the most primitive DNA.

There was a sharp pain in my left eye and it exploded. I covered my left eye, and a **** red blood flowed out from between my fingers, dripped on the road, and quickly penetrated into the deep red color. I do n’t know if the heat wave caused the illusion of light refraction, or if the road is really melting, my feet are sinking slowly, and the foot surface has been completely covered by the deep red creeping.

I wanted to pull my feet out, but the crimson road suddenly turned into a swamp of crimson blood, making me unable to exert power.

Not only the road, but also the sky began to melt. At the next moment, the burning sky collapsed, poured down from countless huge holes like a thick liquid waterfall of blood, fell into the yellow lake water, and continued to spread, dyeing the hands that stretched out of the lake to the same color .

At the farther horizon, one rose from the ground, as if a huge wave that could touch the sky was rushing towards this side with the momentum of destroying everything. It was also crimson.

Starting from the periphery, the yellow lake is turning deep red at a rate that is visible to the naked eye, and the water quality is beginning to thicken. Those contaminated hands are melting and becoming part of the deep red blood.

The whole world is about to be covered by blood.

When my eyes turned back to the girl who had completely lost her human form, the candle-like body suddenly collapsed, and turned into a deep red thick blood. The blood pouring from the left eye socket seemed to hear the call, and it spewed more quickly, rushed to the ground, and took the initiative to meander towards the blood melted by the girl like life.

When I raised my head again, the yellow lake water turned into red blood water wherever I could see it. The monstrous **** giant wave was close at hand, and when I looked up at it, it had poured out overwhelmingly.

I was wrapped in a sea of ​​blood and rushed towards the distance. I don't know how far I was rushed out, the consciousness is disappearing, and before then, I can't feel the existence of my body.

I am melting.

I suddenly understood ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ that's why instinct is fearful.

Girls are the surface of "Jiang". This sea of ​​blood is the essence of "Jiang". They are all "Jiang". The existence named "Jiang" will devour and assimilate all heterogeneous beings.

The will of "I" is disappearing, but before it completely disappears, more things penetrate into it, filling the disappeared part, however, the disappearance cannot be resisted.

In the sound of the rolling waves, I seem to hear a voice:

——Return to us ... the only resting place ...

Just when I thought I was going to disappear completely, my feeling suddenly enlarged, as if I put on a thick and strong protective suit full of security. Wake up, I told myself so. I opened my eyes vigorously, and the gray world of the ruling squeezes into the field of vision quickly.

There is no familiar ceiling.

There was a face hanging down and looking at me. I blinked and my vision became clear. This face similar to a girl made me almost think that I was still in that crimson world, but I quickly recovered. It is Omi.