Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 105 38. I thought the mushrooms were fine until my dog asked me if they were cooked.

The psionicists of the Acholi Consortium confirmed that a medium-sized psychic storm was about to blow through the city-state area. This was an emergency, forcing the central city to enter a temporary "closure" for the next few days.

Although there are not many legal and illegal psychics in this city, considering the various hidden dangers that may be brought about by the psychic storm, in order to prevent a large number of office workers in the city from accidentally dying due to the sudden awakening of psychic powers and affecting others, all major groups have issued notices to work from home.

It's really fucked up for working people.

Even though a terrible storm is about to blow outside and could kill people at any time, they still have to stay at home and continue working.

However, in the past thirty years or so, it was not uncommon for psychic storms to sweep through the city-state area, so the people in the city were used to it.

But this incident brought some troubles to Zhou Ke and Moni.

Originally, according to the schedule given by little Acholi, they were to prepare to take action in three days to infiltrate the dinner party to be held in the ecological park of the Panis Group, and take the opportunity to obtain the rare time beast to complete the first cooperation transaction between the two parties. However, the time has been postponed for several days, and the two people who are used to doing things according to plan have been idle all of a sudden.

Moni is fine.

Amanda's sudden joining ensures that he does not have "nothing to do". As long as this "old cow" is willing to work hard, the fertile, enthusiastic and unrejecting land will not let him down.

But Zhou Ke is in a bit of a pickle.

After his plan was interrupted, he suddenly realized that he had been tirelessly causing trouble for the Panis Group during the days since entering the city-state area, and other than that, he seemed to have no entertainment to kill time.

The worst thing is that he currently has to maintain the suppression of the psychic organs in his brain, so he has to stay at home and not run around when the psychic storm blows. Now he can't even enjoy the simple happiness of being a fisherman.

So on the day when the psychic storm blew, Zhou Ke was forced to stay in the apartment provided by Weng Meiyu, hiding himself behind the wall to avoid being stimulated by the psychic energy in the storm.

Only D-4 was here to keep him company, as everyone else had things to do.

"Well"

Zhou Ke, who was lying on the sofa in his pajamas and watching TV series out of boredom, groaned. D-4, who was busy in the kitchen, immediately rushed out with a spatula and asked nervously:

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Is your psychic organ stimulated? Do you need me to inject you with an inhibitor immediately?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just bored."

Zhou Ke rolled his eyes and looked at the nervous robot girl. He rubbed his brows and said:
"I'm feeling pretty normal right now. Apart from feeling a little dizzy, I'm fine. Wu Neng, is my intracranial pressure stable?"

"Of course, if there is anything, I will remind you."

Wu Neng also replied in a lazy tone, as if he was slacking off:
"But your psychic organs have been formed. It's different from when you were in Tiger Claw Town. At that time, you were just an ordinary person and couldn't feel the pressure of the psychic storm. It's like blindfolding your eyes and not being able to see the crazy truth of the world. Instead, you can avoid looking directly at the unknowable and causing a mental breakdown.

What now?
Now that you have entered what psykers consider to be the 'real world', and you can see all those hidden dangers, how do you feel now?"

"It's terrible. When I close my eyes, I can hear the wailing mixed with the wind and sand outside."

Zhou Ke rubbed his brows vigorously and said:

"It's just like what Uncle Ohm said before. He said that every psychic can clearly hear the painful groans of this dying world when the storm blows.

I can feel the weight of my brokenness, I can feel the suffering of this world.

I once thought that it was just an artistic description, but I didn't expect Uncle Ohm to be such a "realist". Now I feel exactly the same as he said.

It's like a dying old man keeps coughing next to you!
You can clearly feel that every time he breathes hard, he is releasing his remaining withered vitality. This feeling is terrible. I really don't know how other psychics get through this terrible moment. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll have hallucinations.

In fact, I think I've already started to hear hallucinate. This wailing mixed in with the psychic storm seems like an illusory perception, right?"

"That is the punishment for crossing the 'mortal boundary'."

Wu Neng said in a mysterious voice:

"I recently read some research conducted by scholars from the Evil Land Era in this area, including a professional article published by that big liar Mulan under a pseudonym.

He claimed that from the conservative perspective of a folklorist, possessing the ability of 'clairvoyance' was undoubtedly a curse for ordinary people.

He believes that the clumsiness of the spiritual world that ordinary people cannot see or perceive is actually the "self-protection mechanism" of life. The brains of ordinary people refuse to explain those indescribable things in order to protect the normal mind, but psychics see things that cannot be explained by common sense. They desperately want to understand but cannot rationalize it into something they can understand, so the brain is under long-term pressure.

When in a psychic environment for a long time, the overwhelmed brain will develop some kind of disease, leading to the appearance of psychic organs.

The existence of this thing is to help people with clairvoyance understand those indescribable things. It is also a "new self-protection mechanism" created by the human body to protect the stability of the mind.

However, this act of going deep into taboos is itself a dead end.

According to Mulan's theory, the best way to maintain sanity in this era of chaos is to maintain "blind ignorance" and not easily touch things that ordinary people should not touch.

But once you cross this line, you have boarded a one-way train with no return. There is no other way except to rush towards the crazy end.

Madness is the inevitable fate of all psychics. It is the tombstone that fate has already carved for you."

"Just listen to his bragging! That guy is just an idiot!"

Zhou Ke said angrily:

"Isn't he also studying these crazy things? Maybe he has been crazy for a long time, but his madness has been fixed in a rational form."

"Well, maybe there is some truth to this."

Wu Neng commented:
"Director Mullan does make some very strange stream-of-consciousness movies every once in a while. Many people say that they are completely incomprehensible and have no plot at all, but they are considered to be masterpieces by a small group of movie fans.

Apart from the possibility of flattery, I think every one of those fans who say they understand the movie is abnormal!
This unit believes that Director Mulan does have some mental problems.

These stream-of-consciousness works that are completely incomprehensible are his way of relieving stress and protecting his mind. He would express the "things" he saw and heard in this way, and look for "like-minded" people among those who can understand.

Maybe you can learn from him, Joker, and relieve yourself from the stress in some way.

Hey!
Your intracranial pressure is increased, what are you doing?"

"I"

Zhou Ke rubbed his eyes hard, looking at the empty living room, and said:
"I didn't wear an assassin's mask, and I didn't enter the 'spiritual vision', but I just saw little animals from the spirit world wandering around in front of me. A pink elephant used its big ears as wings to fly around in front of me, and a rabbit with antlers was hiding under the table, gnawing on the table legs while staring at me with its three eyes.

In my shoe there is a rat that walks upright and rides a capybara with six legs and fangs.
Blanch!
It looked like it was going to bite my toes.”

"Don't look at it! Just by listening to you, I know your San value is about to hit rock bottom."

Wu Neng screamed:
"D-4, give him an inhibitor!"

"receive."

D-4, who was preparing lunch, rushed out and quickly pushed Zhou Ke down on the sofa, picked up the injection prepared by Weng Mingyue and injected it into his neck. When the cold liquid was injected into the blood vessels, Zhou Ke's increased intracranial pressure immediately began to decrease.

The "wonderful" things he saw before his eyes also dissipated bit by bit.

He blinked his eyes and even saw the pink elephant flapping its ears and wings, shaking its trunk to "say goodbye" to him with a look of regret. The hospitable Zhou Ke naturally gave that guy a friendly middle finger.

The injected drug must have contained some powerful hypnotic ingredients, so soon, with Wu Neng sighing in worry, Zhou Ke, with bloodshot eyes, fell asleep on the sofa.

"This won't work!"

Wu Neng said:
"Zhou Ke's reaction to the psychic storm is more sensitive than Weng Mingyue predicted. He saw the illusion on the first day, but the storm will last for three days. We can't keep injecting him with inhibitors. Using too much of this stuff will make his brain dull."

"And even if Mr. Zhou Ke falls into a deep sleep, he is not safe."

D-4 nodded and said worriedly:
"He sees those strange visions in his dreams, and these visions will also stimulate his mind. Other psychics don't have similar worries."

"How did this stubborn thing end up being blocked at both ends?"

Wu Neng cursed:

"It was as if the psychic power had come to Joker and was determined to pull him into the psychic's hallucination. Especially after he had committed suicide by looking directly at the Fetal Moon in the storm, it was as if he was being 'targeted' by some dirty thing in this regard.

We don't have any reliable psychic around us who can help."

"How about asking Ms. Amanda to come over?"

D-4 suggested:
“Although she is not an orthodox psychic, as an ascender she also has the skills to control psychic energy. Moreover, Mr. Ohm said that the ancient meditation techniques mastered by the ascenders of Snake State are very helpful in stabilizing the mind.

The first five knights relied on long periods of meditation to stabilize their spirits. "

"Anyone but Amanda!"

Wu Neng immediately rejected it, saying:
"That guy was nearly possessed by the evil creatures of the subspace when he broke through the Ascendant. Even after the evil creatures were dispelled, he was left with quite troublesome hysteria. This shows that her meditation skills are not reliable. This machine dare not let Joker learn from her. If he gets involved with strange 'dirty things' again, it will be really troublesome.

Alas, Uncle Ohm died too early!
If he had taught Joker his meditation method before he died, the troubles now would probably be much less. Chao! His intracranial pressure increased again. He must have seen a damn illusion in his sleep.

fast!
Shake him up and give him a slap!"

"This"

The worry on D-4's face deepened.

Zhou Ke's current situation was such that she could neither rest nor stay awake for a long time. It was a terrible predicament she could not imagine. After Zhou Ke was awakened from the "nightmare" with a low-power electric shock, he could see more bloodshot in the heterochromatic pupils when he opened his eyes.

He leaned listlessly on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and said:

"Just now I saw old Merck and Ohm dancing to Subject 3 hand in hand in that pale light halo, but I know that can't be real, because Uncle Ohm's dance is too enchanting. This damn thing is driving me crazy!
you!
Upright rat knight, keep your Capybara beast under control and don’t let it bite my toes!
And you!
Get away from me, you fucking pink gay elephant!

He kicked the air, probably kicking a small spiritual animal that only he could see, and waved his hand to drive away the pink elephant, which was pacing around the living room anxiously.

Wu Neng is no longer talking now.

It felt like it had nothing to say. Perhaps Zhou Ke had really gone crazy?

"This can't go on like this!"

The good news is that Zhou Ke is still sane. He threw the cigarette butt away anxiously and said:
"Contact Mulan! See if that old charlatan has any good ideas?"

"Great, you're still sane. This makes me very happy."

Wu Neng whispered something, then dialed Director Mulan's number. After a moment, the call was connected. Before Zhou Ke could say anything, Mulan shouted loudly:
"Zhou Ke, I have figured out something! I was just about to call you. Now listen carefully, I found the symbolic description of the 'Black Sun' in some ancient books of the old civilization.

That was the information left behind by a group of cultists who set themselves on fire in the military base of the Mother Planet Federation before the collapse of the old civilization. In it, they claimed that they were summoned and blessed by the 'Black Sun', and shamelessly called the latter the 'Eternal Lord Who Blesses All Things', and said that the thing would bestow the eternal power of sublimation.

This cult's outrageous statements don't require much thought, but they do mention the word 'sublimation'.

This alone is enough to confirm that the cultists who set themselves on fire did see something 'real'.

I have studied the information and visited the veteran of that base through my connections. After spending a few bottles of wine to establish the connection, he told me that those lunatics had tried to spread the truth called "chaos" to the people around them before they set themselves on fire. They also confidently declared that the so-called "end has begun, and the destroyer is at hand."

Have you heard similar statements? "

"Of course! Ms. Weng Yafen's research has records of this, and old Merck also said before he went crazy that Chaos is the mortal enemy of the God of the End. It was Chaos that created this damned Doomsday and put all the blame on the End."

Zhou Ke struggled to maintain his sanity, trying not to be distracted by the strange spirit creatures jumping around. He said:
"Old Merck called him a 'heretic' and said that the rest of the Tiger State, including Wu Qinhu, were all lackeys of Chaos."

"Well, in a sense, what the old lunatic said is not wrong."

Mullan explained:
"If the Black Sun Chaos that appeared before Doomsday is indeed related to the Warp, then we can boldly equate it with the cause of the birth of psychic energy. If the pale light crown you saw in the illusion represents the 'end' that Old Merck believed in, then the corresponding Black Sun is the projection of Chaos in your mind.

The two are indeed hostile.

You told me that they are clearly distinct and in conflict with each other, which is very consistent with old Merck's epiphany before his death, but unlike the traditional "dualism of good and evil", neither of these two symbols is a good thing!

They achieve a stability of confrontation in your spirit, like two armies at war in which neither can gain the upper hand.

But this stalemate is not a good thing for your "battlefield"!
Do you remember when we talked a few days ago you told me that you could feel the Black Sun's domain gradually expanding in the vision you saw?
That is a change on the symbolic level, and its origin must come from some kind of transformation in your material world. Think carefully, what have you done recently that can be linked to chaos?

Psychic!

I mean the psychic level!"

"If you must explain, my psychic organ was awakened during a recent suicide attempt?"

Zhou Ke blinked his bloodshot eyes, thought for a while, and said:
"So, you think that my becoming a psyker means that the Black Sun is close to victory in the confrontation between the two sides on my spiritual level?"

"That's right, this is my preliminary conclusion!"

Mulan laughed and said:
“I’m not a psychic so I can’t give you an accurate answer, but I can provide some ideas. The deeper you travel in the realm of psychic energy, the more dominant the Black Sun will be in your spiritual illusions.

On the other hand, if you invest more energy in the Shadow Warrior's talents, Pale Light Coronet will gradually turn the tide of the battle.

These two talents come from the gifts of two symbols. They are the power they present in you, but that is not to strengthen you, Zhou Ke.

Don’t mistake this for a blessing, because both parties want you!

This seizure is obviously malicious!

The only thing you can rely on is the third illusion in your mind, which is the most inconspicuous and exquisite nebula. Unfortunately, I have not yet found any valuable information to prove what kind of power that thing symbolizes. "

"It can't fight two bad guys!"

Zhou Ke gritted his teeth and said:

“That nebula is stupid and doesn’t have any powerful abilities. It can only wake me up from nightmares when I’m having the hardest time. It can’t provide me with real strength and can only linger in the gap between the two!

Just like me now, I am almost driven crazy by various hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.
and many more!

You say, could that nebula be a projection of my self-consciousness on a spiritual level?"

"Hiss, that makes some sense, but not much."

The old charlatan Mulan hesitated for a moment and said:

"But it must be related to you. More evidence is needed. Is your current situation very bad?"

Zhou Ke told Mulan about the dilemma he was facing, and Mulan made a sound of sour teeth after hearing it. He complained:
"Why do you feel like you're hopeless? You're disturbed when you're awake, and you're also restless when you're asleep. Tsk tsk, the only solution I can think of is to get you into the sublimation state as soon as possible. After your life form breaks through, your spirit will also be strengthened.

At least you won't be tortured to death by the psychic storm."

"You're just talking nonsense, aren't you? Can you please say something useful? Do you want me to show you how to wear underwear outside and break through on the spot?"

Zhou Ke was so angry that he laughed. He said in a hoarse voice:
"Tell me! Mulan, how did you not go crazy after studying the occult for so long? You said you are not a psychic, but you know more about the occult than them. Logically, you should have had a mental breakdown a long time ago."

"I am a cyborg, Zhou Ke."

Mulan sighed and said:
“I had to replace more than half of my organs to survive the disaster. Although I didn’t have any chips installed in my brain, I am indeed different from ordinary people. At least I am not as fragile as them mentally.

When I am under a lot of pressure, I will write scripts and then make those myths into movies. This is the basic skill for literary and artistic workers. If you can't bear a certain emotion, you can put it in your work and share it with the audience.

You see, throwing your unbearable burden to others is obviously a very effective way to relieve stress. Although escaping this thing is shameless, it is really useful.

But it is obvious that your husband, who has no literary knowledge, cannot use it.

So my advice is, find something to do that makes you happy.

What you need to fight against despair is not a strong will. The more determined you are, the more painful it will be, because the desperate environment will not change because of personal will. The more awake you are, the closer you are to self-destruction.

My experience over the past few decades tells me that what is needed to fight despair is an optimistic attitude!
Remember, in this terrible era, people who don't know how to have fun and please themselves won't live long.

Be it drinking or indulging in sexual activities.

Do something that makes you happy.”

"Ok."

Zhou Ke cut off the communication, and under the surprised gazes of Wuneng and D-4, he turned around and walked upstairs, muttering to himself.

"What are you going to do?"

D-4 asked, and Zhou Ke said without turning his head:

"Follow Mulan's advice and find something to entertain yourself."

"So, what exactly are you going to do?"

D-4 asked again with concern. Zhou Ke looked back at her, showing a slightly ferocious smile and said:

“Of course, make a plan.
Regarding the plan of how to shoot down the Garden of Eden from outer space and let it fall in the occupied area, we need to do it well, think about every feasible plan, think about every countermeasure that the other party may come up with. I know this is evil, but every time I think about these things related to destruction and devastation, I will.
Well, it sounds a little bit perverted to say this, but I do get a little bit of satisfaction from these things.

Maybe I'm a born bastard, but I think I was sent here to do something. If there really is an old man with a white beard watching me in heaven, then I guess what he wants to see most is that I personally smash this terrible era to pieces!

Yes!

Such a world should not exist!
If I can't and am too lazy to change it, then the least I can do is light it up."

After saying that, Zhou Ke pretended to say goodbye in a very gentlemanly manner, then hummed a song and returned to his bedroom, slamming the door.

"D-4, things are getting complicated."

Wu Neng's voice quietly sounded in D-4's mechanical mind, and it said:
"Although he has expressed similar things in a vague way before, this is definitely the first time that Joker has spoken out so directly about his true views on this era. I think we should not let him go further down this path.

Get ready!
Initiate the External Health Plan, and calm him down."

“But I’m more curious about”

D-4 whispers:
"What does Mr. Zhou Ke mean when he says he was 'sent' here? Wasn't he born in..."

"Well, I can't hide it from you now. After all, you are one of the people Joker trusts the most. What I am going to tell you next may be a little scary, but don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid, Master Wu Neng. I'm a strictly trained robot. I have a rational circuit that I'm proud of that can help me accept all the bizarre truths! You go ahead, I'll take a shower and get ready."

(End of this chapter)