Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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The meeting was temporarily disbanded, but most people did not leave the site. Dada asked who wanted coffee, and then went to the corner where the coffee machine was set aside. Everyone can see that she did not do this with a certain strong purpose. This gentle way of getting along is not to force herself, deliberately pretentious, everyone is full of her. Pan and Bajing went up a few steps to help her.

No one beside the magician played a magic trick with ready-made paper and pen, and immediately attracted the attention of the idle men. Locke looked towards us and wanted to call me and Fujiang to pass. But Miyake called me in advance.

"Achuan, this way." She beckoned me with a metal box, and walked to another unmanned corner.

I apologized and shrugged to Locke and others.

"A Jiang, please go and see." I whispered to Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang gave me a kiss understandingly, so I walked to Sakuya. His eyes fell on the metal box, which made him excited.

"Is this a finished product? I thought it would take more time."

"Prophet Mayn felt that he needed it for this action, so he accelerated his training." Sakuya said.

Despite those hardships, Sakuya is still the same. Short shoulders, wearing glasses, with an introverted expression, but full of youthful vitality. She bundled the strands on the left with a butterfly clip. The dress of black silk stockings, short skirts and gowns was fresh and simple, but they were all brand-name goods. At first glance, she knew that she was a great lady. Although she tried her best to look like a shu girl, she deliberately did not buckle the top two buttons on the gown to highlight the depth of the curve, but it still inevitably revealed the unique greenness of this age.

After the advent of the advent of the collapse of the circuit, the Prophet Mayn ruined the demon in Sakuya's body, and consulted me to integrate the shadow-controlling demon and crow quark into my angel.

Manipulation of an angel is a privilege that only three-pole magic-line messengers have, but not every three-pole magic-line messenger can have an angel. To some extent, the demon is a demon variant, weakening some power, but allowing the host to take control. There is a great chance of failure in the craft of making an angel.

My luck is good, or the compatibility of quarks and demons is strong enough. I do n’t know if it ’s born like this, or because of the large amount of limestone, maybe both. In short, it merged with the demon and successfully passed the early rejection reaction. Although everyone is surprised, but whenever I think it always likes to peck at the eyeballs, I can't help but feel relieved.

I have seen the power of the angels in Dorothy, and her angel, which can turn into countless locusts, used the corpses of people such as the fire escape to hatch. Although my messenger uses a different training method, it also takes time. Prophet Mayn said at first that it would take three months, but did not expect it to be completed now, and let Misaki deliver it.

However, I did not say something like "Trouble you" to Sakuya. After all, we have experienced so many things together, it is an irresponsible life and death.

Misaki entered the password to unlock the metal box. Only a "chirp" sound was heard. The white gas was discharged from the four corners below. The lid slowly lifted up to reveal the white cushion inside and the crow lying in the center.

After the gas was expelled, the box was still filled with cold breath. As soon as the hand reached into it, there was a goose bump. I stroked the quark's black feathers. It looked different from the original one, but it felt like a thick black liquid when I touched it. It seemed that if I pressed harder, my fingers would sink in.

Can't feel its breath and heartbeat, without any signs of being alive, like another special thing disguised as a crow.

After a while, Quark's eyelids moved, and my fingers lost most of their touch pressure at once, grabbed an empty space, and inserted the entire palm into the black body.

There is nothing in it, no blood in it, no gut in it, no bones in it, just like fishing in water, you can't catch anything.

Quark's eyes suddenly opened, and he moved flexibly and sharply a few times before finally falling on my face. I was taken aback, my hand was too late to take out of its body, it had flapped its wings, passed through my palm, and flew down on my shoulder.

It tilted its head, its black and white eyes were extremely deep, and it could not see anything. It gently pecked at my cheek, and even felt it.

It doesn't hurt, it's just a little itch, I can't help laughing.

"Does quark have anything to eat?" I asked Misaki, Ms. Mayn must have asked her about the matter.

"As long as it likes, eat anything." Miyaki also grinned and carefully extended her finger to poke Quark's neck. Quark did not stop it, but instead jumped from my shoulder to her finger. It looks quite intimate.

"But feed Greystones," Miyaki said as he took a piece of Greystone from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. "Quark is much cuter than before."

"Where did this crow come from?" A voice came from behind, and I saw Locke walking towards this side, not only him, but his loud voice also attracted the attention of others.

Quark once again flew back onto my shoulders, staring at them drippingly, combing his feathers with the beak from time to time. Although it looks like a normal bird, it feels different once it is touched. It's feathers and things that are not very formal.

"This is your pet?" Bach stepped up curiously, bent over and looked at Quark, hesitating whether he should reach out and touch it. She asked, "Can't you peck people?"

"It likes to eat people's eyeballs the most." Fu Jiang replied to her. Although that was the case, she was scared. "After Achuan and I killed people, the eyeballs belonged to it."

"Really?" Bach seemed to think that Fu Jiang's statement was a bit exaggerated. Although it was still a bit stunned, he could boldly touch the quark. As a result, before he met the quark, Fu Jiang suddenly shouted, and the quark fluttered violently. Bach suddenly shook his hands like an electric shock. The horrifying appearance, coupled with the excessive movement, caused the glasses to buckle down.

Of course Quark didn't go to peck it, and the audience suddenly laughed.

"Hey, buddy, you are so timid. It won't hurt to be pecked." Locke stepped forward and patted Bach on the shoulder, saying, "Look at me."

Locke and Bach leaned in and stared at Quark as before, demonstrating: "Brother Bird, I'm not the same as that guy, you can't scare me."

After all, a disapproved expression reached out. When he soon approached Quark, Quark flapped his wings again and jumped, pecking hard at the back of Rock's hand.

Locke was caught off guard, and with a "oh" flinched his hand back, there was another burst of laughter.

"Did you know? There is a famous saying that says: When you are in pain, you have to see many more tragic people than you, you can open your mind and accept what you have encountered ..." Bach intentionally Talking endlessly beside Locke.

"Shut up, Bach, I'm not miserable." Locke said angrily.

Dada held the coffee cup in one hand, held the fist in the other, pressed it in front of his mouth, and gave a soft puff.

"Sir, your code-named crow, came from it?" She asked me.

"Yes." I said, "Are you going to touch it? Actually it's not that scary."

Dada felt that everyone's eyes were focused on himself, and could not help shrugging, bending down to look at Quark's eyes with a gentle smile, while reaching out.

In full view, she successfully contacted quark. Quark's attitude turned out to be very supple, even her head rubbed against her palm. Perhaps he was aware of the distinctive touch, and a surprised expression appeared on Dada's face.

"this is……"

"Secret." I said.

"Cute little guy." Dada stared at Quark and said, "What's your name?"

"Quark." I answered for it.

Locke complained at the moment: "It's not fair, it must be a male. Right? Bach, males will be the same sex."

"Theoretically ..."

"Go to your theory." Locke said: "I think that's how it is."

"No, listen to me, Locke." Bach stared at Locke.

"what?"

"It's a female."

Locke immediately dumb, with a deflated expression, and his skeptical eyes turned back and forth between Bach and Quark.

"Is it mother?"

"Yes." Fu Jiang pledged eloquently: "It's a homosexual bird, and there are also lovers, only like the same **** and Achuan."

As soon as her words fell, Pan, the Shepherd Dog and the Magician immediately spouted the coffee in their mouths.

Pan Ku looked at the soiled ground with his face, and then glanced at Fu Jiang, who had nothing to do with it.

"It's really unbearable," she muttered.

Bach was about to take over the topic, using a theory to bombard our brain nerves, and a knock came from behind.

Jung was standing by the door with a pile of folders.

"Am I missing something?" He asked as he walked in.

"Crow's crow ..." Bach was interrupted before Locke finished.

"No, there is no Ranwen.com." There was no joke in Ranwen's face anymore, and he pushed Bach's shoulder and walked toward the conference table.

"Serious guy." Fu Jiang chuckled in my ear.

The appearance of Jung made the atmosphere suddenly serious and quiet. Everyone sat in their own positions. Jung put the folders in his hands one by one in front of everyone, and then went to the podium to turn on the slide projector.

"Do you know the main job of our new team?" Jung asked, but he didn't have any meaning to answer. He said lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, I already have it in your hands. It ’s stated in the information. I would like to say a little bit here. I got a diary not long ago. This diary was written by a mental patient ten years ago, but we suspect that the mental patient is a prophet. "

"Ten years ago? If he was a prophet, wouldn't it be the first prophet in the world?" Bach asked.

"Maybe. But this is just suspicion, we need more evidence." Jung said, "That diary was completed in this small town. The author was a child of a wealthy family at that time. Infirmary. "

"Mental hospital? Is it the cadre training center for the truth of the end?" Pan asked.

"After a preliminary investigation, it is unlikely that the truth of the end times." Jung said: "However, according to the fragments described in the diary, it can be guessed that something happened in the mental hospital. However, the hospital suffered a fire soon after. Many people are dead and there is little data left. Now the old site of the hospital has been converted into an apartment. "

"It doesn't sound good. So, what exactly do we do?" The magician asked.

"Find out if the diary author is a prophet, and if so, what happened in the mental hospital at the time." Jung said in a calm tone: "The important thing is, who did it, what means did it do. Everyone knows that if it is an event cited by a prophet, an abnormal phenomenon will certainly occur, even if these effects are temporarily not visible, it does not mean that it does not exist. Especially for the first prophet, the worst estimate is that the anomaly here Covering up deliberately, and accumulating ten years of power, it will be a disaster once it explodes. "

"Ten years ... this is too long. If there is really a first prophet, I doubt that nobody will notice the anomalies here. There are no reports of strange things in these materials." Locke will file the folder Put it together and throw it on the table. "You notice that there is no Ranwen Fiction Net. The atmosphere here is too normal. This is not right. How did they cover up that kind of power? Catastrophic power is not possible at all in the savings stage. There are no signs of Ranwen Fiction Net. Someone must know something. Doomsday truth is very sensitive to abnormal conditions. I do n’t believe they have no action.

"That's right, so we have to move fast, but we shouldn't be too flamboyant to prevent panic." Jung moved the slide, and a bust of three people appeared on the screen, two middle-aged people, an old man, "this The town's sergeant is Engels, a native, forty-six years old, and a police detective ten years ago. He was the first person to sound the alarm when the psychiatric hospital caught fire. His mother was in the psychiatric hospital. Another middle-aged man His name is Sent, and he is thirty-eight years old. He is now the owner of the apartment. The old man is also called Sent. He is the father of the young Sent and the last dean of the mental hospital. "

"Can this be regarded as the father's business?" The shepherd dog suddenly laughed, "If there is something strange, maybe it was pushed down by Little Stern. When was the apartment built? Murder? "

"The apartment opened for business five years ago, and there were indeed some cases reported, but all were closed as ordinary cases." Jung said: "So, we must re-examine the case at that time, including the fire of ten years ago, take a look Whether it is an ordinary case, or there is a natural force at work. "

"It's really busy this time." Bach sighed with his hands behind his head.

"Sir." Locke said.

"Just call me Jung."

"Okay, Jung, you said that there is a diary ..."

"The diary is with the crow." Jung said as he looked at me.

I threw the diary in the middle of the table.

"I have studied it. I have a little idea being verified. I will give you a report, but I need Bach's help." I looked at Bach with glasses. "Bach, can you search the national archives database of various countries? This The guys mentioned in this diary are too scattered. "

"It's not a big problem, it just takes time." Bach replied affirmatively.

"So, Bach, when it's okay, you go to the crow," Jung said.

"To understanding."

"Also, this diary is incomplete. The mentally ill child keeps more important things in other places, maybe a diary, or maybe a few chapters of drafts." Fu Jiang said: "He is a smart child, you have to think about How do adolescent children hide yellow books. "

Everyone laughed silently, and many people turned their eyes around me.

"Try to figure out where the child has stayed." Fu Jiang said: "If the apartment really hides something, then there must be a secret room, as familiar as possible to the apartment."

Everyone nodded and expressed their understanding.

Jung looked at the eight scenes that had been silent. She was the prophet of the team.

"Eight scenes, do you have anything to add?"

"... Pay attention to the people around the sheriff." Bajing paused, not sure.

"That's it?" Jung asked.

"Yes, that's it." This time, Bajing's tone became affirmed.

If the conversation between the two is replaced by ordinary people, it seems quite inexplicable, but we all know that the prophet always gets some additional information. Although Jung didn't remind me of Ranwen.com, everyone here knows that once we start to act, even before the action, once the prophet of Doom Truth pays attention to this matter ~ www.readwn.com ~ they will surely be able to receive Bi Bajing more information.

The competition between cybersphere and doomsday truth is unequal at the intelligence level. This is the root of the extremely powerful truth of the end.

The information obtained by the Eight Scenes is indeed not much, but the Prophet Mayn himself will not increase. The priority of the Prophet is equal in some ways. It will not change because of will and physique. The decisive role is the camp. . This is the so-called God's restriction. In addition, the information available to each prophet is one-sided. Different prophets obtain information from different angles on the same thing, which reflects the uniqueness of the prophet.

The Prophet Mayn said that she has never seen an omniscient prophet so far. However, considering that the closer to the end, the greater the number of prophets and the more scattered the information received by each prophet, is this the first prophet the only omniscient spokesperson for God? This is one of the reasons why our operation is necessary.

Whether it's cybersphere, Doomsday Truth or Black Nest, there was an idea that it would kill excess prophets and thereby control the degree of intelligence integration. However, there are no netizens who have implemented it with great fanfare, because the prophet is too important, regardless of whether the conjecture is correct, such an approach will lead to the outflow of the prophet, resulting in irreparable loss of intelligence. However, on the other hand, killing the prophet of the hostile organization was a tacit act.