Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

"Execution? Here?" Billy looked back and forth, the already deep metallic scene of the color, almost merged in the dim field of vision, the visibility was less than twenty meters. It ’s not like a place of execution, it ’s just a part of the passage. Maybe the truth of the end or an organization before the end of the truth escorts people into it, and there is an accident when they arrive here, so killing people here is justified. However, Zhen Jiang meant that they specifically punished prisoners here.

It doesn't look like a special execution room here.

However, although Zhen Jiang's description is not vivid, her cold tone, combined with the gloomy environment, seems to make people witness the tragic scenes. The cruelty and indifference of the executioners, the despair and fear of the slaughterers, produced a disgusting smell that remained on the mottled metal, and even time could not completely wash it off.

"There must be something we didn't notice." Zhen Jiang said.

"Is it still in use today?" I asked.

"No, it shouldn't be used for a long time." Zhen Jiang thought and said.

I tried to use my sight to find possible footprints on the ground.

"Should we stay here?" Billy said, he seemed to be consulting me and Zhenjiang.

"I have a feeling that this is the end of channel degradation." I said

"That is to say, this place is a dividing line?"

I didn't answer Ranwen Fiction Net, just took out the graystone to add energy.

Billy held his chin for a moment and said, "It's okay to take a break. To be honest, I'm really curious what is hiding here."

"Maybe there is nothing to burn the literary novel network. It is just in vain." I said: "Contact them to see how they are doing."

Billy responded and stepped aside to contact the team. After a while, he came over and told me that the team was acting according to plan, and so far so good.

Zhen Jiang walked to the wall and suddenly scraped it with his sole. She seems to be showing something, beckoning us in the past. She pointed to the place, the light was too weak, and it was so close to the corner of the wall, if she did not open her eyes, she could not really see it.

There were some letters engraved slantingly there, and there was a pattern that could not see anything, like a gear, with a cross in the middle, like a symbol of a certain religion.

"What is it written?" Billy asked, the letters were not in English. It seems that the victims left behind, and the gestures were hurried and frightened, but what was left, maybe a last word.

"It's German, there are a lot of places missing, the main purpose is to describe the apocalypse ..." Zhen Jiang said, but she didn't expect that she actually understood German, "This position seems to have been an altar, a sect sealed the four knights of the apocalypse, and performed blood sacrifice here To quell their anger. Their actions hindered the mission of the four knights and was a blasphemy against God. The sacrificial confessed before death. "

"Apocalypse?"

"I know, the four knights of the apocalypse. It is said that at the end of the world, a lamb will unravel the seven seals of the scroll and summon the knights riding the four horses of white, red, black, and gray respectively. And death brought humanity to the final judgment, when the world is out of balance, the sun and the moon change color, and then the destruction of the world. "After returning from the illusion of doomsday, I searched for many documents about the end of myth.

"Seal the Four Knights of the Apocalypse? Here? That is to say, they think that the four knights have been summoned?" Billy should be familiar with this allusion, so he felt ridiculous, "What is the delusion of a crazy guy Well, if the four knights of the apocalypse have appeared in the past, this world is not what it is now. I do n’t think anyone can seal the four knights, and their appearance represents human failure. And ... the text here does n’t seem to be burning novels. So much to convey such a detailed meaning. "

"I guess." Zhen Jiang said.

Billy looked at me immediately.

At this moment, vibrations came from the ground, and a slight metal impact sounded like a piano sound. This subtle change made us all stop the movement at hand. The vibration is getting stronger and stronger, as if the channel is in the seismic zone, the rust on the four walls and the ceiling has fallen down, and the metal impact sound is getting noisier and louder.

The air becomes warm unconsciously, and the heat also starts from the bottom of the foot, and the temperature becomes higher and higher.

"Go!" Billy shouted. We wanted to run forward, but a strange sight appeared in front of us. Driven by a certain force, the fallen rust is suspended, and then it is taken up by the suction generated by a rotation from the front. The dense suspended matter outlines a spiral-shaped trajectory and concentrates at a point in front.

That point expanded rapidly, forming a gate in the blink of an eye, blocking the passageway.

I pulled the trigger of the suitcase and fired two small rockets. The rocket pierced into the gate, and it was more vividly said that it was swallowed by the gate that was not strong but was like a sand. At the next moment, the shock wave and fireworks produced by the explosion just swelled the gate and was completely digested.

"Retreat and leave here!"

We all started to run in the same direction as when we came, but as before, we just ran less than ten meters, and an iron fence fell down, blocking the way.

That's right, it's not a metal wall, but an iron fence, which is quite in line with the shady style here, and also rusty. The organs also degraded along with the passage.

Billy pulled out his dogleg knife and slashed it against the fence. The fence didn't move at all, but there was a "gurgle" sound somewhere, confused by the chaotic and huge metal impact, almost inaudible.

"Leave there, Billy!" Billy was already lying on the ground when I noticed the danger and warned loudly. With a flower in front of him, dozens of holes appeared on the walls on both sides of him, and a row of arrows shot suddenly, staggered and nailed to the other wall.

"Below." Zhen Jiang's voice came from behind.

Skim.

Build a reentrant high channel between Billy and I.

When I dragged Billy back, the ground where he was originally was slowly raising rows of spikes.

Billy and I broke away from the high world, but Zhenjiang grabbed our collar and pulled it back.

"Don't stop, here are all traps!"

Another rain of arrows fell from the top of the head. I swept again, constructing a swirling promenade with the space of the entire passage.

In the high promenade, we touched almost all the traps. For most people, there may be no dead ends in these serial traps, but through high movements you can grasp the time difference before and after the trap moves, and you can pass the killer weapon flying slowly in the air.

When I stopped again, I had returned to the place where I had not yet retreated. The ten-meter-long passage in front was like a mouthpiece with teeth, gritty and sinister. After a few seconds, those biting teeth gradually retracted into the wall, and turned into a harmless appearance of humans and animals.

We were too late to breathe, and suddenly the ground shone with hot light, and the meandering light formed a cracked surface again. The cracked areas finally peeled off, and the greater light that followed pushed our shadow onto the passage. We kept our eyes on the changes in the soles of the feet, and suddenly all the cracks were peeled off, and we were standing on a huge iron net.

Under the mesh, there is a hollow at least 100 meters deep. The huge gear machinery rotates in a molten and blazing flame, making a clanging sound.

These gears are exactly the same as the signs carved by the victim. There are gear teeth on the outside and a cross in the middle. The giant tongue of the flames licked the gears, but the gears that looked as old as the passages did not melt, and the mottled rust on the body exuded a strange glory, as if showing off their scars.

Under the flames, a river of lava flows, and the red light is scattered, making it impossible to look directly at.

"This is ... what the hell." Billy dumbfounded. I also felt unbelievable for a while, this place has such a magnificent view, and there is magma.

"Is this location an extinct volcano?"

The trap has been lifted, but our situation at this time is not good. For the time being, there was no attack on Ranwen Fiction Net, but the front and back roads were blocked, and there was only a barbed wire fence that looked less secure. Once dropped into the ground, there must be no bones. The gate made of rust in front stands quietly, the style is very simple, but it exudes a daunting breath. There is no keyhole on the door of Ranwen Fiction. If you use violence, you might be swallowed like the previous rocket.

When the channel was intact before, we thought that the outside of the channel was solid stone and mud, but now the ground of the channel has become barbed wire, but you can see what your area is like. This is a huge pit that is not human-made. Both ends are rock bodies. This tunnel is like an overpass. It is erected above the tiankeng. At the bottom of the pit is the gear machinery and the bubbling magma. The location is not in the middle of the tunnel, behind the gate ten meters ahead is within the rock formation.

I know I guessed right, this tunnel is the end point, and through that gate, it will be a completely different place.

Zhen Jiang's statement has also been confirmed. After the walls can no longer block the view, we saw other parts of the altar. A series of tubes meander from the feet to the rock wall, spreading like a giant pattern into the magma, as if there is an unimaginable horror in the depth of the magma, and nutrients are drawn through these vein-like conduits.

What are those rotating gears for? No one can tell. When was this huge facility built and by whom? No one knows. In short, it was not formed overnight. Many people used to come here, but now it seems to be abandoned, but the strange structures are still working, and it seems to be able to work forever.

It was a miracle, Billy muttered to himself.

"What now?" I asked him.

"Go forward, anyway, I want to know what the end of this place is." Billy said, hesitating, and then asked: "Do you think the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are really sealed under this?"

"I don't know." I said, "Even if they do, they haven't gotten out of it. This is at least the best news at the moment."

"you are right."

"The Doomsday Truth has been here for so long, and I am curious what conclusion they have reached." Zhen Jiang said, "It seems that they have given up this lot."

The secret might be hidden behind that door. As I said, Billy and Zhenjiang also followed my gaze on the door that did not know what it was.

Zhenjiang suddenly moved forward.

"A Jiang?"

"I want to open it."

Billy and I quickly caught up. Zhen Jiang took us all the way to a stop only one meter away from the gate, and there were no unexpected changes, nor the imaginary attack of Ranwen.com. The gate like a living thing before, like a real door at the moment, does not have any sound of the literary novel network.

"What are you going to do?" Billy asked.

Zhenjiang did not answer Ranwen Fiction Net, but just stretched out his hand to the door. Billy was taken aback, reaching out to stop her. He grabbed her wrist, but I grabbed it. We are deadlocked at the door.

"What are you doing?" Billy said.

"Trust her." I said.

"Are you crazy? You saw it too. It ate two detonated rockets, leaving no residue left!"

Of course I know, but now Zhenjiang is no longer the mad patient before. She is so sober. She knows what she is doing, and she believes she can do it. Such she looks like a perfect porcelain, I don't want her to stop, it seems that once stopped, the porcelain will break.

"It's okay, let her do what she wants to do." I said Billy.

Is this love? This is love, even if one day, this suffocating love will destroy people, but should n’t love be crazy? I really think this is not because I don't care about Zhenjiang, but because I care about her too much. Even when she was mentally ill, she did not try to stop her from living in her own delusions. I want her to do what she thinks she should do, even if she doesn't get a good result, but doing what she wants is a joy in itself.

I don't have to look at her with my own rules, nor let others restrict her to her. I let her fly freely, even if one day will melt in the sun and fall into the deep sea, but is free flight itself not the greatest joy humans can have? A person will die one day, and how much happiness he has before death determines the quality of his life. This is my philosophy, my love.

Than staring at me with a look at strangers, an unsteady shake appeared on his face.

"You are all crazy. I ask you, do you really love her? Gao Chuan, why can you bear the suicide of the person you love?"

"This is not suicide."

"Well, even if it's not suicide, it's risk, but you and I know how small the chance is, or do you think the chance of success is great?"

Billy's excitement was beyond my expectation. I originally thought he would not be entangled in this matter. Although he has been helping us to integrate into the collective of the Security Bureau, I always feel that he is only using the accusation of being an introducer. If I and Zhenjiang go their own way, he will not stop him. Billy is a liar and can hide his heart well, and his emotions are not necessarily true. However, at this moment, he made me feel that his mood did fluctuate violently.

why? I subconsciously used my amateur psychology knowledge to speculate on his ideas and profile his psychology. Perhaps it was from my silence that Billy suddenly withdrew his hand and took a step back alertly.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"It's nothing." I said, and I believe that there is no bit of information on my face. Don't let others know what you are thinking, this is also the experience that top student Gao Chuan has gained in the student union.

"You're lying." Billy stared at me, saying one by one: "You're trying to profile me. Don't do that, crow. Don't peep into the hearts of others, everyone has their own forbidden ground."

"Okay." I stared at him for a while, and answered.

"I won't stop you, just do whatever you want," he said to me and Zhenjiang.

Zhen Jiang looked at me, and I nodded to her, her indifferent expression seemed to melt for a moment. Billy doesn't understand what love is, I think, if he understands, he won't get out of control here. I know that he is not blaming me, but blaming himself. He used to have a past, solidified in the memory like the tip of a needle, and let the wound bleed from time to time. Maybe he blamed the injury on himself, but I am different.

Yes, I watched Zhenjiang turn around, thinking in my heart that I was different from Billy. As long as Zhen Jiang never regrets, then I will never regret because of her.

In the gaze of Billy and I, Zhenjiang inserted his right hand into the gate as if it were inserted into the sand. The door is creeping and seems to be chewing. I guess here what happened in the sky, because Zhenjiang didn't have any expression on the face. Billy behaved a little nervously and began to pace.

After a while, texts appeared one after another on the gate, almost filled with huge facades ~ www.readwn.com ~ These texts are not in English or German. It's Latin. When Zhen Jiang said this, he still didn't take out his arms.

She did not completely translate it to us, but only retold the general meaning:

I saw the lamb uncover the seal, a red horse came out, the knight picked up the authority, threw the ring on the ground, the voice was thunderous, and said, "Come on!" kill.

"A death, there will be a birth, a fall, there will be a sublimation, those who are stingy can't open the door to heaven, and they will be rusted." When Zhen Jiang read out such a paragraph, I suddenly meant that some changes have occurred .

This passage is not calm, the gear clangs turn, the magma boils, and there is something more than that. These things are hidden in our breath, hidden in the sound of chaos, hidden in all visible and invisible places, unstoppable. When Billy and I turned around and looked around, the neck became unfavorable, and a little creaking sounded when it turned slightly. It wasn't bones that were crunchy, it was more like the sound of metal friction.

I saw a dry purplish red on the skin of Billy's neck, like rust spots, and these rust spots were quickly spreading towards the body under the neck.