Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Jin Jiang's half of his face was left with blood stains like tears. I know my face must be the same. It seems that at this moment, I really became her twin.

I couldn't ask her why she did it. From her eyes, I saw her satisfaction. It seems that this exchange of eyeballs is as sacred as the exchange of wedding rings. I think I can never understand what Zhenjiang is thinking. Even if she opens her inner world to me, I cannot find out all the factors that caused her behavior from the chaotic storm.

I am not a psychologist.

However, although Zhen Jiang did such a cruel and strange thing to me, I couldn't blame her. Because of this, it made me clearly understand that I really love her and love her so much.

I hold my left eye with my hand and feel the martial arts. The Holy King made the holy king to kill the God Seal of the Throne at night. The Shaozhou Zhou royal family martial Qiankun will kill the **** God seal throne at night Life leaps that are not entirely your own. Zhenjiang is here, Fujiang is here, Zuojiang is here, and more ... all here.

Zhen Jiang leaned down, hugged my head tightly in his arms, blew out the kerosene lamp, and hummed indistinctly, like a mother who coaxed the child to sleep.

We no longer do *, hug each other and fall into the tranquility of the night.

I couldn't fall asleep, my brain was blocked, and I couldn't think, so I gave up thinking and thought nothing, but my mood calmed down. Zhen Jiang seemed to have really fallen asleep, and his breathing became weak.

After a while, the door was knocked.

"It's me, Billy. Just come out when you're done." Billy said outside the door.

I got out of Zhenjiang Huai, this time there was no reincarnation. I avoided the movement of waking up Zhenjiang and got out of bed gently, wiped the blood on my face with the sheet, and then went to open the door.

Billy was standing in the hallway. I didn't let Ranwen.com let him in, and closed the door after going out.

Billy's eyes fell into the room when the door opened and closed, but of course he couldn't see anything, so he turned back to me.

Looking at me with a pointed eye.

"It's intense enough."

"Yeah, I can hardly eat it," I said.

Billy deflated his mouth, revealing a difficult expression.

"What?" I asked him what he wanted to say.

"Although this kind of thing is not prohibited, it is too intense at this time, and the impact is not very good."

I looked at him and he coughed embarrassingly.

"After all, there are children here." The child naturally refers to Dorothy.

"I know, I will pay attention next time." I replied.

Billy hit haha ​​and patted me on the shoulder, trying to say something, and then swallowed it back in his stomach.

"Follow me to replenish supplies." He changed his mouth: "Ammunition and graystone are both."

I nodded, and Billy glanced at the door, and set his eyes on me again. I knew what he wanted to ask and shrugged and replied: "She fell asleep."

"Well, it's really fierce enough." He seemed to understand what he nodded and led the way in front of him, while saying, "I can't see that you are fine, crow."

I just barely smiled. If he knew what kind of torture I had, I wouldn't have used this kind of envious tone. Has mental illness ever been a natural disease? If there is no Ranwen Fiction Net, what happened to Zhenjiang? I once heard that people with excellent thinking skills are prone to mental illness, but it has been extended to all patients. This kind of proportionality has become a nonsense. In fact, the majority of mental illnesses are caused by past burdens. Or the result of aging.

I do n’t know Zhenjiang ’s past. I thought I would n’t care, but this idea has changed. I also don't want to force Zhen Jiang to tell me that she is unwilling to let her go back to those terrible past events that may exist, and her state at this time may not be able to tell the truth.

If you want to understand Zhenjiang's past, you must go to the lunatic asylum where she once stayed.

I went down to the first floor with the same profit. The group of people sitting outside the hallway was still talking softly. When we approached, they stopped talking and looked at it, maybe because of my guilty conscience, they always felt that the sight falling on them had a different meaning. One of them stood up, an Asian woman, wearing a field military cap, not dressed carefully, and looked like a goat dog union.

She took off her hat to reveal the sharp facial features, and Billy said, "Just two?"

"Two people, three people," Billy replied.

The female soldier said nothing and turned to lead the way. I asked Billy softly about her identity, but she was heard.

"You can call me down."

Really masculine nickname.

Frustrated knife led us out of the back door of the courtyard. Outside the exit was a yellow mud road. Many vehicles were parked. Obviously the people who came first parked here. There is a large bamboo forest outside the road, and the black swaying in the wind makes a rustling sound.

There are also caregivers here. They are not hidden by Ranwen Fiction Net. Some are sitting in the car and some are sitting on the roof. Some cars have heavy weapons like roof rack crane guns and grenade barrels. Those people lean on the side to smoke, not at all irritable, quietly waiting for the time for action.

When they saw us coming, they just glanced at each other and were busy with their own affairs, and did not intend to talk up.

We came to the side of a military truck surrounded by the middle, opened the door of the back cabinet with a knife, pulled down the iron ladder, and greeted us to get in the car.

The knife turned on the flashlight and glanced around. There were many containers in the car, some of which were obviously opened. She carefully looked at the code in front of the box and then took a box from it. The box is one cubic meter in length, which should be heavy, but although the female knife is a female, the body is strengthened, so it does not look like a little effort.

"Look, what else do you need, tell me, I will help you find it." Said the knife.

Billy took the tool to pry off the wooden bar above the box. I squatted down and looked at the supplies in the box with the light from the top of the knife. The inside was full of bullets and grenades. Although there is no manual for Ranwen Fiction Net, but looking at the shape, it should be all suitable for the firearms in our hands. Billy took out one, put it in front of his eyes and carefully looked at it, then opened the shell and poured the shot in his hand and sniffed it. I don't understand these things, I just looked at them.

"No problem, where is the gray stone?" He said to the knife.

The knife fell to the side, tinkering in another box for a while, took out a bag, and threw it into Billy's hands.

"One hundred." She said.

I could n’t help but think of the goat union chasers who had been killed in the secret base and on the road. Unfortunately, until we left, the corpses were not turned into zombies. The only three-pole magic tattoo messenger was dead Otherwise, the gray stone in our hands will not be so tight.

Billy opened the bag and roughly counted it, and I glanced at it, all of the lowest quality. After confirming, he stuffed his pocket and greeted me to move the box out.

"The ammunition is for you." He said.

Only my weapon needs so much ammunition at once.

Billy took me to the stairs, took thirty gray stones from the bag, threw the bag on the container, and told me and Zhenjiang to take a good rest and say goodbye to me.

"Don't both sleep to death, there will be situations at any time."

I expressed my understanding that I was carrying the container upstairs. 6 Continued There were three people walking down until they passed me. They kept watching me and saw that they did not intend to talk, so I just nodded in good faith and did not stop.

When returning to the room, the accident showed that Zhen Jiang had already woken up and was sitting on the bedside by the window, concentrating on what he was doing. It might be weird to say that, but her hands are indeed empty, but her hands are moving back and forth according to a certain rule like what she is holding.

She had obviously calmed down, but when she remembered the previous madness, she felt that it had become too abrupt and calm and too indifferent.

The kerosene lamp ignited. In the dim light, the woman stared at something I couldn't see, quietly doing what I didn't understand, and the lonely shadow on the wall was creepy.

I placed the box next to the bed and sat down beside her. She seemed to have no awareness of Ranwen Fiction Net. In this way, I watched quietly for a moment, and finally saw a brow.

"What are you doing?" I said.

Zhenjiang didn't stop the action of Ranwen Fiction Net, nor did she watch me.

"I'm helping you with a scarf, it will be cold in winter," she said.

I don't know how to answer her. There are five flavors in my heart, and there is a string trembling violently, almost tears. I clasped my hands tightly and closed my mouth tightly, not letting myself choke so weakly.

I grabbed her hand, she didn't struggle with Ranwen Fiction Net, but just turned her head to look at me. I tried to see something from those dark eyes, but all the emotions were buried there, only a silence and silence.

"Why cry? Achuan."

"I didn't cry." I said.

"I almost finished playing," she said seriously.

"I know, I know." I grabbed her hand tightly and let go for a while, smiling at her, "I love you, Ajiang."

"I know." After she finished, she was immersed in her own world again.

I took a deep breath, lifted the suitcase next to the container, and started loading ammunition. The fear caused by the silence, darkness and strangeness gradually disappeared. I looked at Zhenjiang sitting by the bed from time to time, and a warm feeling permeated all around.

I divided the gray stone into two parts, took 30 of them myself, and put the remaining 40 with the bag into Zhenjiang's hands. Zhen Jiang woke up from that illusory world, slowly opened the bag, and then, like magic, took out another bag from his body and poured the contents of both bags on the bed.

It is all limestone, the number is almost 300, and not all are the lowest grade limestone. I was very surprised.

"I found it at the base." She said.

I just remembered that at the base, where the fighting stopped, Fu Jiang went to other channels alone.

Zhenjiang is like a child looking for a shell on the beach. He picks up one, throws it down without looking at it, and puts it next to himself. In this way, he carefully screens and turns his favorite gray stone into a strange shape Looks like. I gathered her unwanted and put it back in the bag, feeling calmer than ever.

She put the last grey stone in her pocket. I thought that was what she wanted, but she handed the bag over.

"Achuan."

"For me?"

She nodded.

"You don't like it?"

"Like, so here you are," she said.

I was suddenly stuck in the throat, her heart was so sincere and pure, maybe her expression was sometimes cruel and fierce, but that was not out of maliciousness. I couldn't help but feel ashamed of the fear I had when facing her. Fortunately, in my heart, there was always a force that supported me and let me understand her, otherwise I would regret it.

Zhen Jiang is a patient with severe mental illness, which is her most essential personality. After getting in touch with the truth, especially her fierce behaviors, I still felt terrified afterwards and hesitated how to get along with her.

However, now I am determined. No matter what behavior she will do to hurt me in the future, don't blame her, because hurting me is not her intention. I must understand that I am not only her boyfriend, but also her only relative in the future.

I took the bag full of limestone and cautiously stuffed it into my bag. To survive the foreseeable danger in the future, these graystones are the most important materials. Only by using these graystones can our own foundation become stronger and stronger.

Talent is the limit of a certain ability of the body, and it cannot exceed the limit that the body can withstand, but conversely, the stronger the body, the stronger the ability will be.

Although the ability is the power of common sense, but after being promoted to the C level, I have gradually realized that its power comes from the magic pattern. After absorbing limestone, part of the energy of the limestone is used to strengthen the body, and part of it is stored in the magic pattern. When using the ability, the power stored in the magic pattern will be used.

Abilities, like Mageweave, are not something that belongs to humans. Although this idea is disturbing, in the face of the increasingly turbulent situation in the future, we have no other options for Ranwen.com.

Zhenjiang withdrew another gray stone bag from his body. Without the illusion of burning scarves, he held his legs into the corner of the bed and bit his thumb and nails. gloomy.

I used to touch my left eye habitually. Although the new eyeballs did not have any rejection reaction, and it was no different from the previous ones, it occasionally raised a sense of non-compliance.

"A Jiang, what is your ability?" I asked again. She can transplant eyes, but that should only be a partial representation of her ability.

She didn't reply to Ranwen.com, her expression was a little trance. I called her again, she didn't hear it at all. I don't know how many symptoms of her psychiatric symptoms and how serious they are. The only thing I know is the split personality. In my mind, I worked hard to mine the memory of split personality. Since I learned that Fu Jiang and Zuo Jiang are both split personality, I have searched the relevant information in private.

Split personality is also called dissociation. It is said that each personality has its own name, memory, characteristics and behavior. This is undoubtedly manifested in Zuojiang and Fujiang.

Under normal circumstances, the original personality does not know the existence of another personality, and the new personality has a considerable understanding of the original personality. However, the personality memories in Zhenjiang seem to be shared, and the personalities know each other well.

There are roughly six obvious characteristics of personality disorder patients:

Consciousness trance and hazy state of consciousness.

Slow perception, decreased movement, and sluggishness.

Indifferent emotions, depressed mood.

Sleep disorders, dementia-like performance.

Symptoms of the autonomic nervous system: palpitations, sweating, flushing.

There is a mild phenomenon of self-mutilation, which seems to look at things with a very mature mentality, but in fact does not know anything.

Some of these signs have not been shown by Ranwen Fiction Net, but some have become very strong.

I don't understand why Zhenjiang will replace Fujiang at this time. In this constantly changing state, can she cope with the next battle? Although Zuo Jiang said that Zhen Jiang and Fu Jiang are the two most powerful personalities, I am only worried at this time. Would it be better for her to stay?

At this moment, Zhen Jiang suddenly laughed. I turned my eyes to her, and she rocked her body back and forth gently, not knowing exactly what she thought and laughing. For a while, her laughter became more and more gloomy as she walked down the spiral ladder, her body stopped shaking, and her indifferent expression became colder and sharper.

"A Jiang, A Jiang!" I felt uneasy, so I shook her shoulders vigorously.

She suddenly raised her head and almost scared me.

"What did you just say? Achuan." Once again the eerie sense of evil oozing from the depths of those black eyes, the original Zhenjiang came back.

She acted rationally and attentively, but I didn't know whether she was really rational at this time.

"What did you say?" She repeated again.

I threw my guess at her symptoms hard.

"Your state ... seems a bit bad."

"No, I'm fine, don't worry, Achuan." She stroked my cheek and stared at my left eye intently, "I will protect you."

"The next battle is too dangerous ..."

"Do you think I will die? No, I will not die." She seemed to see through my mind, leaned into my ear, and gently said to me: "Let me tell you a secret, I will neither Old, will not die. "

why?

She did not reply to Ranwen.com ~ www.readwn.com ~ The door was knocked again.

"It's me, Billy, and I have assembled downstairs."

Following his words, there were dense footsteps in the corridor.

"It's finally started. It's really exciting." Zhen Jiang said by biting my ear, and then let me go and blew out the kerosene lamp.

I hurriedly sorted the meter, lifted the suitcase, and looked back at Zhenjiang.

Standing slightly by the window with her head down, she lifted the chainsaw, and the hazy shadow shook like a demon. The drooping bangs could only see the bright eyes, the body tightly wrapped in black clothes, exuding gloom Ominous.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Billy's eyes crossed my shoulders and landed in the room, suddenly a ghostly expression.

"Sweet night." Zhen Jiang's voice was beating.