测试日志:黑骑士修复物品01,实例24号

“测试日志,黑骑士修复物品01,实例24号。”

对她来说,这听起来已经很不错了。但无论她再怎么努力,也无法像个真正的科研工作者一样保持平静的语调。身上破烂的实验大褂、手中用胶带缠紧的磁带录音机,都证明着她并非是一个合格的实验人员。

“现在对输入按键采取第24种连续键入方案,尚未取得任何成效。”她对录音机说道。随后她低声念了起来,“一,二,三……四……五。”手套的指关节处亮起了符文。
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随之响起的是一阵刺耳的尖啸声,她的小录音机冒出了一缕青烟,麦克风被弄坏了。她慌忙拍打着手套,希望这倒霉东西赶紧停下来;当她的手心无意间从面板上划过时,手套总算停止了啸声。录音机飘出来的烟越来越浓,最后腾起了火焰。她愤怒地脱下了自己的大褂,扑灭了录音机上的火焰;随着最后几点火星蹦出,这台设备彻底报废了。她的最后一条磁带在桌上化为了一团烧灼过后残留的灰烬。

去你妈的,傻逼东西!”她向后瘫倒在了办公椅上,双脚一蹬,连带着椅子滑到了房间的另一头。她参加的那一堆课程、傲视群雄的过人记忆、脑子里储备的大量知识,丝毫没有用武之地。她就不是搞科研的料,做工程也不行,当医生也不会,总之在这儿需要的一切职位她都干不了。她操蛋的下半生都要被困在后室里,这简直就是要把她折磨到死。戴安娜随手捡起了一罐Spummy1,试图在休息期间忽略警铃声吃点零食。与此同时,她的思绪也在逐渐飘远。

众所周知,后室对人类从来都谈不上友善。有那么一小部分人——虽然少但的确有——在这里掌握着大权,他们知道持续的杏仁水供应一定程度上能使人们安下心来;然而他们从来没想过,坚果过敏者该怎么活?她也就能勉强安慰自己一下,至少自己不用整天带着Epipen2东走西奔了——因为自己一支也没有。她只要一不当心就会陷入过敏性休克,可这有关系吗?在这种地方,活着就比死了强吗?这种悲观是不是有点过头了?这些问题时刻困扰着档案员戴安娜·伊芙琳,让她夜不能寐——假如这里真的有夜晚的话。

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这他妈啥?

她扔掉手里的Spummy罐,扭头看向噪音的来源。在看清的一瞬间,她整个人向后从椅子上跳了起来。可能是幸运,也可能是本能,或者是她小学的时候选修的跆拳道课程起了那么一点作用,戴安娜完成了一个后空翻,半跪着落在了地上,面朝着声音来源的方向。你可能已经猜到了那是什么——在她的面前,出现了一道背负步枪、全副武装的黑色人影。在戴安娜惊慌失措地再次摔倒之前,她看见了那身影从墙壁中走出。花纹壁纸如水般荡漾着一圈圈的涟漪,那正是一次完美切出的证明。黑影的目光直直地落在了她的身上。

来人在原地停滞了一下,似乎是在扫描眼前破绽百出的目标。随后,他有条不紊地在自己的左手手套上输入了一条指令。31132324。手套的指关节处像是充能般亮起了蓝光,随后耀眼的蓝色迅速覆盖住了眼前这个……不知道什么东西的整只左手。

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这一定是一位黑骑士,她久仰大名的黑骑士。光华在空中流过,凝聚成一面造型如匕首一般的尖锐盾牌。盾牌似乎固定在了对方的手肘处,但却离它的手臂隔了整整一英尺。它前迈一步作斜立状,双手上抬,看起来就好像是准备好给你来一拳,或者是打算抓住一只淘气的猫咪。它就摆出这样一副紧绷的架势,不急不躁地慢慢向戴安娜接近。戴安娜打心底里不想和这些家伙扯上关系,小心翼翼地后退一步,手抵住了自己的办公桌。这次,轮到桌子表演后空翻了。

当你第一次进入后室,还没遇见过任何活人的时候,你将不得不独自学会一些保命的本领。其中最管用的一个就是,掀桌子。如你所见,后室里大部分办公桌的设计都是同一种样式——“上方”的桌面与“前方”的挡板直接相连,如果你坐在这台桌子后办公,那么起身走到桌前,就会发现自己的腿被挡板挡住了。然而,当这张桌子被内测拉下时,其桌面与挡板便会共同形成一个“向外”的表面,防御住上、前两侧,制造270°的安全空间,隔绝一切实体的窥探及攻击。而你则可以抓住桌子迅速退至墙边,堵住背后90°的死角。显然,这个技巧不是靠任何人教出来的。如果你不能养成时刻注意周身环境、计算安全策略的习惯,那么你几乎无法在后室立足。

在戴安娜蜷起身子的同时,对方的脚步骤然加快,于是她迅速伸手将桌子翻了下来。她使出全身解数把桌子向后拉,试图将之与墙面拼合;而与此同时,那东西的第一击也猛然砸了下来。仅仅一击,汇聚着能量的盾牌尖端便将桌面砸出了至少3英尺的凹陷,轮廓清晰可见。但这还只是即兴表演的前奏。是的,这种办法的确很管用——它能骗过许多实体,尤其是那些脑袋不怎么灵光的;但显然,桌子另一头的家伙很清楚,只要把桌子砸开就能解决这个难题。在戴安娜最心爱的桌子被凿出一个窟窿之前,就仿佛灵光一现,一串数字在黑暗中划过了她的脑海。

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她在手套上按下了这条代码,符文不符所望地闪耀了起来。

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护壁的裂隙之间渗出了诡异的液体,如同对抗重力一般喷薄而出;这些水珠在空中凝结,于她的手臂上方数英尺处聚合成了一张圆形的透明表面。轰。戴安娜晃了晃手臂,更多液体溅射出来,汇集在了她的手指附近。轰。她注视着最后一滴液体固化,融入那半似尖刀、半似盾牌的水晶造物。轰。在桌面被破开的那一瞬,戴安娜本能地用左臂抵挡。攻击从那水晶之上划过,猛地砸在了她身后的墙壁上。那只手臂直接嵌进了后室随处可见的板墙之中,离她的眼睛只只有几厘米的距离——只差几厘米,接下这一拳的就会是自己的脑袋。戴安娜抓住这一瞬的机会,将已然不成形的桌台一脚踢开,那黑影连带着被撞进了房间的另一头。

戴安娜与黑影同时稳住了脚步。她前迈一步,手臂下垂护住前方,使漆黑的护臂与其上闪耀的护盾面向黑影。她发现对方也迅速地又一次找回平衡,做出了与自己近乎一致的行为,甚至更加一丝不苟。它在模仿我的跆拳道架势。她想着,缓缓向左边移动了几步。对方竟再次做出了相同的动作。直到这时,戴安娜才注意到,那神秘黑影的胸前闪烁着一行符文。

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两人的对峙只持续了一小段时间,但戴安娜却感到度秒如年。他们在房间内转了两圈,不,三圈,直到戴安娜一个不慎,后退时踩在了桌子的残骸上,轻微趔趄了一下。然而,这一瞬的疏忽在对方眼里显然已经成为了进攻的号角,只见那身影立即改换了架势,如离弦之箭一般向戴安娜飞奔而来,速度远超人类的极限。借着脚下的踉跄,戴安娜勉强完成了躲避。全力以赴的一拳携着她此生闻所未闻的速度停滞在了一秒前她所在的位置,留下了一条闪耀而阴冷的冰轨。如上次一般,这一拳中的力量过于庞大,笔直地轰入墙中,使得黑影再度陷入了僵直,弱点暴露了出来。戴安娜几乎是从墙壁旁爬了起来,一巴掌重重地打在了黑影手臂上的面板。她并非任人宰割之辈。那黑影缓缓地将头扭向她,戴安娜只能看到一片阴冷、空洞的眼窝,找不到任何生气;而此时,对方已经将注意力放回到了自己嵌入墙壁中的手上。

Seeing an opening, she used this opportunity to turn tail and flee out the exit. It was 10, maybe 15 seconds later that she heard the Knight finish up in the next room, a metal-on-metal "shlunk" of his weapon coming free, followed by a clunking set of footsteps whose rhythmic pattern was accelerating. She ducked left behind a corner and waited, taking a single deep breath, and held it as the footsteps became louder, the entity drawing closer. Wait for it… she thought on some subconscious level, not wanting to reveal her position too soon. Just as the closeness of the Knight was becoming too unbearable, she stepped swiftly around the corner, arm outstretched. She held aloft the weapon at head height, point toward the enemy, and braced herself as the Knight sprinted headlong into it, the point firmly placed somewhere in the frontal lobe of the thing chasing her. The moment the last bit of resistance was felt, the moment it finished passing through metal and then bone, the moment she knew that strange, flickering blade had pierced deeply into the enemies brain, all the movement of the thing inside the armor abruptly ceased, only subject to momentum and gravity.

Panicking, Diana shook her now blood soaked hand, freeing the point of the weapon her recovered gauntlet had created from the cranium of her pursuer. The armored husk fell to and then through the floor in an instant, swiftly gone as soon as it came. If she didn't see the blood and what she assumed, although squeamishly, was brain matter on the end of it and in pools on the floor, she might've thought the past… one, maybe 2 minutes of this encounter were all in her head. But it couldn't have been. She took a few steps backwards, and when her rear met a wall, she slid down it until she sat on the floor, her arms spread wide at her sides as she took heavy breaths.

What the fuck? What the fuck was that? What the actual fuck was that?

And that was what Archivist Diana Evelynn thought, over and over again, until her adrenaline lost it's battle against fatigue, and she fell into a fitful sleep.


While she slept, a vision came to her, too surreal to be a nightmare but too horrible to be a dream. She watched, helplessly, as she stared down the sights of a gun and shot, putting bullets into people who, by their attire, are clearly not on fair footing. Killing innocent people. Over, and over, forever.

Junior Archivist Diana Evelynn woke with a start.

She put her hand to her head, feeling the beginning of a dehydration headache, and stared at her black left hand, before placing her other against the wall and attempting to stand up. Her attempt would have worked under normal circumstances, but this time, she felt unbalanced, and stumbled, falling on her left side with a loud thunk. Strangely, she felt little pain, and a soft sensation on her shoulder. Rolling over onto her right side, she felt along her arm, running her hand up the length of the Black Knight gauntlet, rising past the elbow pad and… no way. Her shoulder was encompassed by a large metal pauldron that certainly hadn't been there when she put on the suit's arm. She frantically pulled out her phone, turned on the front camera, and examined the new addition.

The pauldron on her left shoulder hung with significant weight, and featured flanges in its metalwork, although was rounded to fit the shoulder itself. Along the edges, it glowed faintly with blue light, and as Diana focused in on it, it became apparent that it was growing, incredibly subtly as it were. If it weren't an irreplaceable commodity, she'd have dropped her phone out of shock right then and there, but she placed it back into her pocket gently. She tugged on the shoulder plate, trying to pull it off before it got any further. No dice, it was stuck firmly on there. She checked for straps, buckles, anything she could loosen to remove it, and found nothing. No amount of panicked struggling could remove the creeping equipment climbing its way around her body. After a short amount of pulling, twisting, and leveraging against the wall, she laid down on the floor, arms and legs spread eagle, and simply breathed.

Without considering the implications of what it might do to her the longer it grew, she also knew that the gauntlet was what must have brought that Knight to her before, probably with some sort of tracking beacon she'd engaged accidentally. That must have been the cause of the earsplitting noise that broke had broke her favorite tape recorder. She thought for a moment about her little lab-like accommodations near the outskirts of the M.E.G. outpost she frequented. It was probably a terrible idea to return. If she wasn't being tracked right now, she knew that location would never be safe from Knight activity again. She hoped she hadn't just invited an attack on the outpost itself. With the uncomfortable heat of the new clothing and her worry, she'd begun to sweat, another reason she'd need to find her way to some water quickly. She wiped her brow with her left hand, when she noticed a small glowing object on the back of her hand.

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She looked at it for a second, attempting to examine it at different angles, but it turned as soon as she did, floating perpendicular to the floor and pointing one singular direction. Oh, of course. She stood up, brushed her tattered labcoat (that it seemed she'd never be removing at this point), and checked the direction. It pointed down the nearest hallway, the direction away from whence she'd came. At corners it turned, and she followed the trail for some time before it came to a dead end. The 'compass' still pointed directly at the wall, although it shook slightly. It was a few moments later that she noticed it wasn't shaking itself, her hand was slightly vibrating. The sensation ran up her arm and across her whole body, and got stronger the closer she moved to the wall. She tried placing her hand against it, but it passed directly through, rippling like the surface of a pool of water, but the sensation representative of a much more viscous fluid. Viscous enough, in fact, to resist her attempts to remove her hand. She stepped back and pulled, but it only drew the wall out like an elastic sheet, and the farther she stretched it, the more force pulled back, until she was pulled directly through the surface.

Her first perfect clip, unlike any she'd performed prior.

She stumbled and fell upon exiting, but it wasn't a new level. The walls were the same as they'd always been, with little difference to where she'd been but the lack of entrances and exits. Same fluorescent hum, same low light. The only difference being a small black crate, slightly ajar. After recovering, she crawled the short distance between the wall and the box, not even strong enough to put in the effort to stand. Curiously, she slid the lid off and found several small, black cylinders and an equal amount of black plastic packets. Diana took a cylinder out of the container, and found a small seam around the rim. Twisting off the top, she inspected the contents. A liquid, to be sure. Not Almond Water. Fresh water. She placed the edge to her lips and drunk deeply of the can's contents, spilling a good portion onto her as she did. After drinking nearly a liter of fresh water, she sat back, reclining for a moment. With her new, upward facing position, she saw a phrase written on the wall above the crate, glowing with blue runes as always. But another thing was there too, a new addition she'd never seen accompanying the runes before.


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