Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The gravel was stuffed into the cracks of the nails, the sharp edges cut the skin, and the soft soil seemed to start to harden. After Dr. Ande dug a dozen centimeters down, blood oozed from his fingers. Of course he felt pain. When I was injured, the more I continued to dig, the more the pain was worsening. However, in addition to the pain, or even the pain itself, it seemed to protect him from an indescribable feeling, but it made him feel as if It relieves a certain sense of stress. Pain and comfort were originally contradictory, but at this time, the more pain, the more comfortable he really felt. The excitement caused by pain makes Dr. Ander feel that his brain is becoming more and more sober. The rushing thoughts, emotions and impulses generated by the burning body. The hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that make people feel fear and madness are being affected by this The more pain is eliminated, the more obvious the effect.

For the first time, Dr. Ande felt that the pain would be so impatient. It hurts more, hurts more ... he pushed his fingers harder into the dirt and gravel, even though his skin was torn to the **** forest, even his fingernails turned up, and his sober mind I feel like this is a bit crazy, just like the mental patients he has seen deliberately hurt himself, but at this time, this strong and contradictory feeling makes him seem to understand why those patients should be hurt. Yourself.

The pain on is terrible, but what is even more terrible is the intangible things that keep digging into one's own mind, digging into one's own mind and soul, and digging deeper into one's own cognition. At this time, pain is no longer a dangerous early warning, but seems to be a bitter medicine.

Ah, it hurts, it hurts, but, compared to that feeling, this kind of pain makes me feel that I can live normally ...

Dr. Ande gasped, and for a moment, he always felt that he wanted to dig like this, repeating this mechanical and painful behavior, rather than digging out what was buried by Gaochuan so quickly. Despite the thought of lightning flashing across his head, his fingers still touched hard objects that were different from the touch of mud and sand. He groped subconsciously, and then he felt something thick and soft. His hand stopped, as if froze for a second or two, and the urge to regain his enthusiasm caused him to rip off the dirt quickly. Through the crimson moonlight, he saw what he dug:

A few cards, a few sheets of paper and a note.

Although it is covered with mud and looks dirty, the texture and style of the cards are indeed those made by Misaki, Bajing and Marceau. As for the paper and notes, Dr. Ander's heartbeat is also aggravated. He didn't understand what was recorded in it. From the perspective of a mental patient, the special experimental body of "Gaochuan" recorded it, probably his own imagination and hallucinations, even if it is a mental patient with a non-apocalyptic syndrome. Many will do this.