Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The blood was so thick that the soldiers' bullets hit the blood and immediately lost their impulse. They were so densely suspended in the liquid that they had no effect at all. The corpse engulfed in blood was quickly decomposed and became a part of the blood. Even if the living person fell into the blood water, it was assimilated for a moment, and the expansion of the blood scale was far from the amount obtained after decomposing the human body. It's like self-reproduction.

The attack and death of the soldiers could not stop the attack of blood water, these strange blood water became more greedy and fierce.

I floated in the blood and was slowly lifted up. The blood entangled my body. It became difficult to move my limbs, and they kept pouring into my left eye frame, making me feel that I was about to melt. . I was supposed to be scared, but when I thought of the river of blood as Zhenjiang, the idea of ​​resistance was like a cloud of smoke. I think it doesn't matter, it's melted, but I'm not melted, but in a state of detachment.

My vision was completely occupied by a deep and intense red, and I could hardly see the scenery outside. Even if I didn't breathe, the blood began to roll in from my mouth, nasal cavity, auricles, and eye sockets, but I didn't suffocate. I just felt uncomfortable, just like inhaling pure liquid oxygen. A strong **** smell surrounds me, soaking my internal organs, it seems that there are countless tiny compound eyes circulating in the body, and every structure of the body clearly emerges in my mind.

In this scene, my body is like an amber full of flaws, cracks, and dark spots, but these extremely disgusting places are gradually disappearing.

"What the **** is this!" I heard people outside shouting, "Retreat! Retreat!"

The sound of the guns became more intense, but just like returning to the light, it fell off quickly, leaving only the sound of surging water. When my eyes gradually returned to normal, there was no one figure left in the hall, only a pond-like red liquid tumbling up and down, constantly patting the tightened gate, and then gradually calmed down.

My body was light, the blood that bound me was scattered like a loss of strength, and I fell to the ground. At this time, these scarlet thick blood had flooded my knees.

"Zhenjiang?"

As if I heard my call, the calm blood suddenly poured back. Not only was it backflushing, but it was compressing, the blood flowing all the way upstairs continued to flow back, squeeze, and gather a ball of only one person tall beside me. I reached out and touched the scarlet blood cell. Its thickness was almost solid, full of elasticity, and there was a rhythmic agitation from the inside, just like a human heartbeat.

I subconsciously realized that Zhenjiang was coming back.

As expected, the blood cells shrank again, deformed, and twisted into the shape of the human body. Starting from the soles of the feet, a layer of skin stretched out quickly and spread to the thighs in the blink of an eye, followed by the waist, chest, neck and brain, and facial features also emerged. The two eyeballs twirled bonyly in the eye sockets, and when it stopped to stare at me, a black, soft, and long head grew out.

But the breathing time, Zhen Jiang once again appeared in front of me. It is indeed Zhen Jiang, her indifferent expression, she focused on my eyes, her deep and cold, crazy and sensible, gorgeous but bitter breath, are proving her unique.

She stood in front of me naked, her slender and slender head hanging down to her hips, and she had a more intoxicating Yongya than before. Cruel old castle hostess.

"Long time no see, Achuan."

"Welcome back."

I stepped forward and hugged her tightly, and I greedily breathed her taste. Although I am sure that I have never lost her, when she truly stood in front of me, I still felt the excitement of the loss.

"What happened?" I asked her.

She didn't reply from Ranwen.com, but kissed me deeply, her tongue stirring in my mouth, sucking my tongue and saliva, and letting go of me after more than ten seconds.

"Don't be afraid, I will always be with you." She said, "I love you."

"Yes, we will always be together." I said to her affectionately: "You freaked me out."

Zhen Jiang dug out her left eye again, and I knew what she was going to do, and she did not resist it at all. She put the eyeball into my left eye socket as I thought, and I felt the pain of the eyeball growing on my head again, this time I was as happy as it was. When my left eye regained sight, her left eye had grown out again.

This is a more sacred ritual for me and her than the exchange of rings.

I put her coat on her. Fortunately, the coat is very long, just enough to block her body, but because the size is ultimately different. Her huge **** and slender thighs exposed part of the air temptingly. Although the soldiers dissolved by the blood left behind clothes, she didn't mean that she wanted to wear them.

Zhenjiang's ability to resurrect from death is probably due to her ability, but I still don't understand what the essence of this extremely strange ability is.

Think deeper, what is Zhenjiang?

All human intellect, memory, emotion and personality depend on the brain to exist. I have never heard of a special case. However, Zhen Jiang's death and resurrection broke this law.

The amount of blood plasma required by the distant human body, the inanimate form of human beings, even if there is only one eyeball, can be restored to its original form, and it seems that there is no burning in the factors that constitute the existence of "Zhenjiang" The novel network is missing. Everything she does is not like a human being at all, but by transplanting eyeballs, something parasitic in my body.

Has she completely reconstructed every structure and detail of the brain? If so, where is the incalculable data for reconstructing the brain? Or is it not her brain that is used to preserve intelligence, memory, emotion, and personality?

The cadre training center from the Doomsday Truth Church, lunatic asylum number 999, code-named "Jiang", severely mentally ill, the personality "Zhenjiang", split personality "Zuojiang" and "Fujiang", known as "the ultimate weapon", this is me What she knows about her history.

From these numbers and nouns, it can be seen that the existence of Zhenjiang has a very important significance for the doomsday truth religion. However, after she escaped from the mental hospital, she did not immediately get arrested by high-strength novels. Why is that? Or is it true that Zhen Jiang's behavior is also part of a mysterious plan of Doomsday Truth?

Perhaps only by returning to the psychiatric hospital where she had previously lived can these mysterious mysteries be solved.

But no matter what, she is now by my side, deposited in my body in a form that I cannot recognize. I have to protect myself, this is not only for myself, but also for the true Jiang in the true sense. I used to touch my left eye habitually. After the second transplant, it perfectly combined with my body, and I can no longer feel the abnormality before.

"What about Billy? Is he really dead?"

There is a sense of shame, regret and pain haunting me like a ghost. At the moment when life and death mattered, I thought of the same way to save myself. Perhaps Zhenjiang also felt this before he sacrificed Billy.

My memory is very clear. In Zhen Jiang ’s narration, the door reads:

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.

Among the four knights of the Apocalypse, the red horse was the war knight. The ring it dropped caused people to kill each other, indicating that selfishness and betrayal were the source of war.

That is to say, in the choice implied by that door, I betrayed the faith of "companion".

"I had to do this. I didn't think of Billy as a companion from the beginning."-Thinking like this, it made me see my selfishness, and my heart was even more painful.

I have doubted more than once, what will happen if I choose between myself and Zhenjiang next time? Are you eligible for true "companion" and "comrades"?

Some people may say that the choices given by the door are not fair in themselves, but I can't torture myself like this.

In any case, for a long time from now on, I couldn't sleep peacefully.

Zhenjiang didn't reply to my self-talk, and began to bite her nails again. Her appearance seemed to be a mental symptom. She seemed a little uneasy and restless, but fortunately she was still organized.

I do n’t know if her situation will get worse. I pray that it wo n’t, because I ’m afraid I will have a more dangerous situation.

The guardian of this gorgeous secret room hidden behind the cannibal gate can imagine that it is not good. The previous elite troops have proved this point, and this time, Zhen Jiang, who has recovered his human form, may no longer be able to make that kind of strange attack.

I looked back at the wall that was supposed to be the gate again. Until this time, I still couldn't understand everything I encountered. Things were born too quickly. I thought it was a secret base built by the Doomsday Truth, but it seems that it is not the case at the end.

This underground labyrinthine building gradually has a veil of origin.

The altar disguised as part of the passage, the prophecy of the doomsday apocalypse knight, the victim ’s last words, the rusty strange power, and the cannibal gate ...

How much do these things have to do with the choice of Doomsday Religion here as the last node to build the advent circuit?

I can't help but wonder, are I really in reality at this time? I would rather that all this is just a nightmare of Erie.

This cult organization was by no means what we had imagined, and it entered the city not long ago. The scale and mystery of this base must have spent a lot of their thoughts on analysis and transformation.

Only through this gate can you enter this magnificent hall, where some important clues must be hidden.

I do n’t know if people going to other passages have suffered the same accidents. How many of them can survive?

I did not give up trying to contact other people outside, but as I guessed, there was no news.

The empty hall was chilling, like a huge mouth opened by monsters, waiting for an unsuspecting adventurer to rush into.

Staying is not the way.

"Let's go, A Jiang." I cheered up and continued to move forward. Zhen Jiang also followed me, her condition really deteriorated, and once again fell into the trance of that ego, like a ghost.

I plan to search the room on the first floor before entering the second floor. The elite soldiers retreated from the second floor, that is to say, the first floor was much weaker in combat power configuration. Perhaps this is because there is nothing too important on the first floor, but perhaps you can find additional clues and supplies.

At least Zhenjiang should be put on a clean set of clothes.

This hall is a symmetrical structure, with a corridor leading to the deeper side of the hall on both sides of the herringbone staircase. I chose the road on the right and walked to the end, which is a half-turn corner, which looks directly to the left. No enemies attacked by Ranwen.com. Perhaps they were deeply troubled by the plasma that Zhenjiang had turned into. Maybe they were observing our actions in secret in order to give us a thunder blow. Maybe we could n’t wait to see Zhenjiang and I step into the room. In the trap.

I have no doubt about the ability of the enemy's command system. From what we encountered before and after we entered this base, we can see that the other party is unhurried and we are indeed in trouble.

Pulse shouldn't destroy the equipment here, but I haven't seen any monitors at Ranwen.com. I would rather think that they are hiding too concealed and over-careful, rather than believing that they are nothing.

There are a total of eight rooms in this corridor, six on each side of the corridor, and two on the turn. According to common sense, the rooms in the left and right corridors are not important.

Still according to the original plan, before entering the gate with a different color and appearing to be "important" at the turnaround, first look for something useful in other rooms that seem less important. However, the door was locked electronically and required identification card identification. I kicked it hard. The doorway is exceptionally strong. Although the exterior has a wooden texture, the heel makes a metallic sound.

I returned to the lobby and found the identity cards from the clothes left by the soldiers. After trying them one by one, I finally successfully opened one of the rooms. Surprisingly, this room is not an imaginary duty room or a soldier ’s dormitory, but a modernly decorated office. The air conditioner and computer are still running, and it is a bit sullen while dry.

There are obvious surveillance devices in the four corners of the room. I did not hesitate to shoot and destroy them.

There is a cabinet that looks like a locker against the wall, but the firearms and bullets are placed inside. The bullets of these bullets are flat, with a slight sense of depression, and the body of the bullet has little fingers. I dumped it into the suitcase and accidentally recognized it: Rxm-Ruptured bullet high bullet.

I added all the high bullets into the luggage box, and then rummaged the information in the workbench and drawer. Except for some personnel information, these are high-level, dizzying data and drawings, large foreign languages, but it can still be judged from some familiar words and graphics about "electronic equipment" and "biochemistry" Information on "drugs" and "gene studies". Some pictures are very disgusting and abstract, almost doubting whether they are scientific things.

All of these materials are cluttered with imagination. Judging from my meager knowledge, the materials in my hands are like a piece of knowledge in various fields.

Although I haven't graduated from high school, I have also tried to contact the papers of university professors, so I think these things are some preliminary ideas elusive by a group of junior researchers. But after seeing a sketch of the outline of a bottle, I immediately doubted his own judgment. I carefully read the information, which was also written in a different foreign language, just like a code word. I even guessed it, and finally believed that It is a piece of related information about the psychedelic "paradise" of goat unionism.

It ’s just this kind of medicine, there is a huge pile of information, I ca n’t take it all away, and I do n’t have enough knowledge to judge which is the key, so I do n’t take anything at all.

Maybe there is something saved in the computer.

I moved one of the mice, and the password box popped up after the screen saver ended, as did all the computers that were still on. Although it looks very tightly protected, it is actually unexpectedly easy to crack. To my surprise, the graphical interface of the system looks a bit different from what I use, but the kernel is a familiar nux system. Obviously, the person configuring the system does not pay much attention to security, and does not have the permission to modify Ranwen.com. Maybe it is forgotten, or maybe it is disapproving. In short, I can directly enter the virtual terminal after boarding 6.

I directly perform command operations on the terminal interface. Although I am not a computer expert, but because of my interest in using this system all the year round, ordinary querying, arranging and retrieving hidden documents are not difficult for www.readwn.com ~ These computers are not connected to the global network, but they have established a local area network, so I guess that the other party is likely to monitor my operations through the main server. If this is the case, the other party can completely delete sensitive information in advance, that is, all I can get is what they let me get.

But maybe the other party will be careless because of my age, thinking that I cannot use this operating system.

Anyway, I cut off the network for the first time and started to check the information on the computer.

There are many professional software in the system, and many of them need to be connected to the network to get from the switchboard. The local host does not have any important information archived by Ranwen.com, but I found a map of this room.

The scale of this building is larger than I expected. There are only two floors on the surface, but the doorway at the corner of the hall leads to a larger area, which is mushroom-shaped, and there is a liftway underground to the inner subway. Although the area where the subway passes is not marked by Ranwen.com, according to the direction, it is likely to be the bottom of the hall at the initial entrance. In this way, the enemy's headquarters is indeed underground, but it can't be reached directly from the lobby. It must pass through the passage and then transit.

The Security Bureau made a wrong judgment about this base.