Please Call Me Lord God

"Can it be that you have hallucinations due to fatigue?"

Cheng Lingqiang closed one eye, touched his eyelids, and then opened his eyes and observed his eyes carefully. Except for congestion, he did not feel anything abnormal.

Am I awake yet? ?

He took another sip of water and poured it on his face, intending to slap his face again, using cold water to cool the continuously working brain.

In the next second, when he raised his head again, he saw that he was standing on the other side of the mirror straight on the bathroom mirror. The "self" smiled at Cheng Lingqiang and took out a handle. Razor and cut his carotid artery.

puff!

The bright red blood splattered as if it had been filled in a pump. Cheng Lingqiang felt spray of blood on his face. He screamed and fell on the floor covered with white tiles.

No, no!

He suddenly woke up and found that he was just standing by the bathroom, and nothing happened.

This was clearly just an illusion he had created. But at this moment, the pattern he just saw appeared in the back of his mind, and was constantly flashing with a wonderful light, he could feel something in his mind.

It was a primitive enlightenment, similar to a dialogue-like mechanism, which repeatedly told him an extraordinary wisdom from a certain source.

It is said that the ancestors of human beings, those ancient primitive people, would think this conversation in their minds as the whisper of God ...

Cheng Lingqiang didn't know what he was feeling right now. The information was so strong that he almost got stuck in it and couldn't help himself.

With this increasingly strong impulse, Cheng Lingqiang walked out of his hand, he found a book, picked up the pen and kept writing on the paper.

"... It should be like this ... that's right ... it's just drawing this thing, that's right, that's true ..."

Hee hee! Coo! Click! A secret whisper murmured in his ear, as if several people were sitting beside him constantly speaking.

If Cheng Lingqiang didn't notice it, or didn't even care about it, he felt that his brain was flooding with countless deep wisdom like apocalypse.

"... I feel it, I do feel it, isn't it an apocalypse?"

Cheng Lingqiang felt that his spirit was becoming more and more awake. With this "awake state", he had been consciously and unconsciously writing on the paper, and with the movement of his nib, a white paper surface appeared. A pair of weird patterns, strange words, and secret numerical formulas.

In less than three hours, Cheng Lingqiang filled up a whole note. The entire note is written in Chinese, Sanskrit, and Nakhet hieroglyphs, and the handwriting is extremely scribbled.

About seventeen different patterns are recorded in the notes. These patterns are weird, and there are a lot of mathematical formulas behind them. However, no matter which mathematician looks at these formulas, they will only shake their heads, indicating that they cannot understand.

"Hey, hey--!"

He grinned and gave out an excited mad laugh, the whole face was distorted, and fell into a kind of frenzy. After completing this note, Cheng Lingqiang's mind fell into an abnormal state.

Cheng Lingqiang was originally an ordinary research scholar, but now his entire face looks extremely gloomy, the crypts are deeply sunken, and his face shows a kind of hyper-gloss.

The transformation of his spiritual horror is radiating to his body. This is a condition that cannot be explained by common sense. In the final analysis, it can only be said that it originated from the "chaotic science" that he unconsciously encountered.

The will of the heresy, which originated from the "Abyss", was induced by the second-ranked ancestor, Murderous Rat, and spread unconsciously in space and time.

Chaos science is still a technological field, but only a few creatures are qualified to have a glimpse of it, but in the process comes great danger.

Unless you are born with the care of the abyss, it is difficult to escape the erosion of the chaotic abyss, and the SAN value will be cleared sooner or later.

Or it is itself a subordinate of the abyss, and has been closely connected with the abyss since its birth. As the saying goes, "negative and positive" is a good thing. Anyway, it is a product of madness, and it will not have much effect to continue "madness".

But if the subject is replaced by an ordinary human, it is a desperate fact-once the door of the abyss is opened, no one can close it ...

Humans who have unconsciously contacted the "relics of the abyss" and thus obtained extraordinary knowledge, have been difficult to return to the normal category.

And Cheng Lingqiang is a ready-made example. His brain has no other thoughts, except for those crazy knowledge and wisdom, Cheng Lingqiang's mind is almost nothing.

"I must leave here."

He said to himself, word by word, clenching his notebook involuntarily.

Cheng Lingqiang looked around the room with strange eyes, determined to leave the laboratory taken over by the military. In his current situation, this is not a simple problem, but Cheng Lingqiang believes he can do it easily.

That's right, it's not time to waste time here ~ www.readwn.com ~ I still have important things to do!

He must complete that "thing".

Cheng Lingqiang grinned and opened the notebook in his hand. On the last page of the notebook, a weird figure was drawn, which was a structure similar to an inscription.

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There are many people in the world with unusual interests and hobbies.

They are obsessed with areas that normal people would not be interested in and spend their lives for this.

So was the collector Luodian was looking for next. The other is obsessed with collecting ancient books, rare books, and books with very little circulation. And he has a villa in the deep mountains of the city of Y, which is also his collection, called the Museum of Youjian, which was completed by a well-known design city.

The collector is an old man named Fei Shengqing and a celebrity in Y City.

His ancestral home is an overseas Chinese who went to Nanyang to start a business. He specialized in doing business on the sea. He had a great career and later returned to his hometown. government.

For whatever reason, Fei Shengqing insisted on building a Youjian Pavilion in the deep mountains of Y City, serving as his own vacation villa and a private library for books.

As soon as Luodian came to the periphery of this "Yuanjian Pavilion" and saw this rich western-style villa mansion, a kind of creepy impulse came to his heart.

"This place is a bit wicked—!"

He murmured to himself, after all, he is also an old river and lake, and if he can't feel the abnormality of "Yu Jian Guan", his spiritual experience in recent years will be in vain.

Although there was a feeling of "entering an event and entering the BADEND ending forcibly", Luodian stepped to the door and knocked on the door of the house.