Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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The door was half open, and I peered inwards, but for no reason, the darkness behind the door seemed to be just a background picture, and I couldn't see anything inside. I couldn't help thinking, if there was a flashlight. Wait, isn't there a quark? Quark seemed to understand my mind, flew in suddenly, and a vague feeling immediately developed in my heart.

There seems to be nothing in it. This feeling of "emptiness" is somewhat different from ordinary "no man, empty". This feeling was conveyed to me from quark, our hearts are connected, but I can't understand the idea of ​​birds, so I can't give a reasonable explanation.

However, there is no sense of danger in Ranwen.com.

I grabbed the door handle and made up my mind in the wind and rain, pushing the door open completely, and the person stepped into it without hesitation.

I seemed to have fallen into a lake made of ink. I couldn't reach my fingers with my hands. I just felt the quark fall back on my shoulders. I stood there for a while, probably because I was used to darkness, and a faint outline gradually appeared in front of my vision.

I looked around. There was only a narrow staircase in front. Only four hospitals had a high-rise structure. On the step was an iron door. I don't know if it's the illusion of light. The iron door is dazzling for a moment, and it seems to emit a dark red gloss. But as soon as he blinked, it was still rusty. When I went further, I found that it did not rust at all, and it was not completely made of iron. It was just wrapped in a sheet of iron. The wood texture behind the sheet was actually white.

I tried to turn the ball-shaped door handle, and the buckle made a clattering sound. Maybe the girl had wisely locked it from the inside when she ran away. On the contrary, this kind of speculation made me rest assured that the girl would definitely find the adults in this building, and then I could figure out what was going on.

But being trapped here is not my style. Although I have experienced many events that adults have not experienced, my age is not old after all. I have to take the initiative to not be taken lightly by adults.

Moreover, I always feel that this place is a little weird, and I ca n’t tell how I got here, maybe those adults are not good.

I twisted the handle again and tried to destroy it with violence, but it failed, and the door lock was unexpectedly strong, but it was not hard for me.

Quark jumped out of the shoulder and turned into a cloud of gray into the keyhole. When the body solidified, it had become a black key inserted in the lock.

I opened the lock and pushed the door, and behind the door was a zigzag promenade. I was standing at the lower left corner of the zigzag. As you can imagine, if you enter from the other side of the door, you will be in the lower right corner. The tiles on the wall and the ground are all white. Under the illumination of the light, the entire cloister appears pale. The bench near the right hand is empty, and the smell of disinfectant water diffuses in the quiet air.

Are you in a hospital? But when I think of the statue of the Virgin in the hall of the church, I think it is not an ordinary hospital. Who will piece together the church and the hospital? Moreover, I have seen the hospital in the town, the scale is much smaller than here, and the structure is quite different from here.

In the past three days, although Fujiang and I cannot say that we are familiar with every place in the town, we still have some impressions of important community agencies such as police stations, hospitals and residential areas. I'm sure that there is absolutely no place in the town like Ranwen.com.

In other words, are you not in the town now?

"Fujiang Pan Jung" I shouted the names of several people, but there was still no answer from Ranwen Fiction Net. Not only that, even the guards or other adults who were expected to be awakened by the sound were not seen.

Who brought you here? Why did you stay here again? If you think about it carefully, the other party must not be for money, nor can it be an ordinary person. Are they the people of doomsday truth? The church-like hall in the front hall, and the unusual silence here, I would n’t be surprised if there is a cult here.

However, the image of the Virgin Mary and the symbols displayed in that pane are not the style of the truth of the end. Perhaps it is another subordinate institution of the truth of the end. This possibility is rather great.

But if it is the truth of the end, they do not kill me immediately, but throw me in this place. Why? And those footsteps, that girl like an elf, where are these people? Why are they here?

So many doubts seem to make the inference of being kidnapped by the truth of the last days unreliable.

"Hello, is there anyone? I have no malicious intentions." I shouted again.

The incandescent lamp above the ceiling suddenly made a sizzling sound of electric current, flickered a few times and went out. I looked up reflectively, almost half of the lights were damaged, causing the entire corridor to fall into a dim atmosphere. This is too coincidental, it is difficult to believe that these lights are naturally damaged, and this place does not seem to lack maintenance, and the walls and floors are cleanly wiped to reflect the face. This kind of premeditated feeling makes this building even more gloomy.

I walked forward, came to the room closest to myself, and looked at the house number. The card was removed, but the number "107" was engraved diagonally under the card slot by a knife. A little further down, there are crayon graffiti left by the child. The painting was so bad, it was barely visible as a man with huge ears. He was held in the air by a fang-toothed monster, but the man smiled exactly like the monster and stared straight at me. , Made me immediately feel very uncomfortable.

Judging from the tenderness of the strokes, the child who left this painting is not very old, but why would a young child leave such a creepy painting?

I knocked on the door, and there was no response from Ranwen.com. It was the same before anyway, and I will not be polite anymore. I carefully opened the door with the key that Quark turned into and walked in.

Sure enough, there was no literary novel net inside, and the dim light came from behind, and I saw my shadow dragged straight into the room from under my feet. This is a single room, quite clean and tidy, it seems that people have not long left. The furnishings are very rudimentary, and there are no desks for burning novels, only a chair, a bed and a bookshelf.

There are about a dozen books on the shelf, not even one-third of the space, but they are listed neatly. When I stepped forward, I saw half of the classic literature such as "The Thorn Birds" and half of the religious and mythological books. If Fu Jiang is here, I can definitely judge what kind of person the room owner is from the decoration of the house and the books on the bookshelf, but I can only take a copy at random at this time.

It is a book of mythology, all foreign languages ​​I don't know. The first illustration is a big tree, but there is no fruit of the novel on the branch, only one noun after another.

This kind of thing is worthless. I put it back on the bookshelf, walked to the bed, put my hand on the white cushion, and it was a little warm, it seemed that the person had just left.

In other words, in addition to the girl, there are other people?

I noticed that this bed is not a common home style, but an iron frame bed that is easy to remove. This kind of bed is generally only purchased by an institution that emphasizes collective life, advocates a simple lifestyle, or has little capital. Combined with the narrow and clean feeling that this room gives, I can't help but realize that this single room exudes the smell of captivity.

The combination of the church and the hospital, the captive ward, and a bold guess are coming.

This place is not an ordinary hospital, but a mental hospital.

The reason why I came to this place must not be without reason. If you think about the things that you have been involved in recently, the doomsday cult leader's training center is a mental hospital. He came to the town to investigate the fire in a mental hospital ten years ago. Which one is the reason for putting yourself in this strange place?

My instinct is the second one, but that mental hospital has been burned down ten years ago, would it be possible for me to pass through the space-time tunnel like a sci-fi and return to ten years ago?

But at this moment, I suddenly realized that the room was abnormal, not because it had something it shouldn't have, but something that should have been gone.

When I first came there was a lot of ups and downs, but now I can't hear any sound at all. The violent wind and showers of that scale are falling down drastically. How could it suddenly stop? I spread my legs and ran to the window. Outside the window was a garden. The outermost wall was less than ten meters away from the room. There were trees in between. But I was stunned.

The drops of water on the glass windows, the pouring rain line outside the house was so clear, the trees were slanted by the strong wind, and the thunder cloud rolling in the distance seemed to be split by the purple lightning. But all this is still and silent, and its image and color can't find any flaws, but everything looks like a landscape solidified on the canvas.

I was so surprised that I forgot to close my mouth. After a while, I recovered and tried to push the window open, but the window was tightly closed, and it seemed to stick together. I stared at the glass covered with raindrops, and I only saw a thin, pale face with deep sunken eyes. Is that my face?

I felt that the muscles on my face were so stiff that I couldn't express any expression, but the face reflected in the glass suddenly turned to my side, seeming to be staring at something behind me.

My breath was suddenly blocked, I took a few steps back, lifted my chair, and hit it **** the window glass. I only heard a "bang" sound, and the glass was still.

Now I can be sure that I must not be in the normal world.

"Hee hee hee……"

Someone pushed me when I was in a daze and drilled from behind. That girl, where did it come from? Have you been hiding under the bed? I turned my body subconsciously, but there was nothing burning there. I lifted my head, the door shook, and it closed with a touch, and she seemed to run out.

The light in the corridor was lost, the light in the room suddenly weakened, and the fuchsia electro-optical light solidified outside the window became conspicuous instead. The light is so sharp that it gives the illusion that the air becomes transparent.

At this moment, the window vibrated as if it were shaken violently, and it rattled. Immediately afterwards, the bookshelf also shook, and the book fell to the ground. Seems like a grumpy transparent person enters through the window and sweeps the books down. The chair that fell by the wall stood up by myself, and I turned around suddenly, and could not help but take a few steps backwards.

The white cushion of the iron frame bed was slowly swelled up, as if two people were struggling painfully inside.

Although I don't understand what is going on, there seems to be no worse change in Ranwen.com, except that the outline of the white cushion is like a human, but the rough and hoarse gasps and screams don't sound like humans.

I pressed down my sharply beating heart, stood on my feet quietly and stepped forward, grabbed the corner of the quilt, swallowed it, and then suddenly opened it.

The next moment, I was frightened by what was inside.

That thing is really not a human, but countless fist bugs. Flat-bearded, red all over, like cockroaches, but certainly not cockroaches. They are piled together, like two human bodies melting together one by one. Some bugs keep drilling in, while others are squeezed out, turning their backs, and the pattern on their belly looks like a painful face.

It was so disgusting, I was numb all over, and my hair was all standing up. Quietly, I tried not to disturb their retreat. When I touched the door handle, these red bugs suddenly turned up. They flowed down the bed like flowing water, spread to the walls and the ceiling, and some fell from the ceiling, filling every space in front of the view in a while.

The air began to become distorted, exuding a burning smell. Although the skin did not feel burning, it mentally felt that the temperature of the room was rising rapidly.

Like Hai Tao, they seemed to engulf the entire room. I was suddenly anxious and twisted the door handle hard, but the door seemed to be locked again by the girl who ran out. When the key that Quark turned into the keyhole, I saw that the walls on both sides of the door were covered with insects.

I pushed open the door at once and was about to step out, only to find a boy in the white robe of the patient, staring straight at me. His lips moved, it seemed to say something to me, and then disappeared towards the right side of the corridor like a gust of wind.

It was this stunned god, the feeling of being climbed from the back, a violent burning pain spreading up, I wanted to throw them away, but the body was frozen as immobile, I could only watch myself being caught by those insects Engulfed, the vision became completely dark.

My consciousness is becoming blurred, I only know that I have not forgotten to struggle in the darkness of chaos. Suddenly, the power of the restrained body disappeared, and I suddenly opened my eyes.

The warm light and the woman's soaring chest poured into the field of vision, and the contrast with everything I had suffered a few seconds ago was so great that it made me fall into a dream.

The woman seemed to feel something, and gently touched the top of my head with one hand, she dropped her face. Ah, Fu Jiang, my heart couldn't help but throb.

Pain and fatigue for the rest of the life swept through every cell. The warm touch clung to the back, making me realize that I was lying on Fujiang's thigh.

She was still driving at this time, and the scene passing by the window was so vibrant.

All this is true.

What exactly is going on?

"Did you have a nightmare? Achuan." Fu Jiang's voice came.

"Ah ... well, it's a dream ..." I said uncertainly.

Is it really a dream? Everything I encountered was as strange as a nightmare, but my back seemed to still have burning pain, and the tip of my nose seemed to smell the smell of disinfectant and charred. It's like returning to the mental hospital that was destroyed by the fire ten years ago.

I began to believe that the place in my dream was the town mental hospital that I was investigating, but why did I dream of going there? I don't think it's due to thoughtfulness. There must be some reason to let yourself go to that world. That's right, it must be the case. That's the message left by the ghosts who died in the mental hospital. Who is the girl who appears there? What did the last boy want to tell me?

There are a lot of doubts that need to be answered. This is not something that can be done in a day or two, but as long as I can enter that dream-I believe I can enter, I will be able to find the answer. What's more, more information can certainly be obtained in reality.

After this strange dream journey, I have been extremely convinced that this must be another doomsday event caused by the prophet.

I cheered up and got up from Fujiang's thigh.

"How long have I slept?"

"About five minutes."

"Ah ... I thought I slept for three days and three nights." I exhaled deeply, and then looked into the rearview mirror. I saw that I was still the same as the top student Gao Chuan in the mirror. The pale patient's face arrived was just an illusion.

"That is to say, you can work harder tonight all over again?" Fu Jiang said with a smile.

"Did I say that?" I rubbed my cheeks. "I have an important date tonight. You won't believe where I just went."

"... Aren't you awake yet? Achuan." Fu Jiang said, "Be careful, daydream is not a good thing."

Yeah ~ www.readwn.com ~ is really not a good thing.

At this time, the car has entered the most prosperous area in the center of the town. The continuous emergence of garbage bins, vending machines, traffic lights and fashionable pedestrians finally bring a civilized atmosphere. It is slightly worse than the size of the city, but there is no longer any feeling of being remote. Generally speaking, there is not enough development here. It seems that there is no Ranwen Fiction Network that is particularly favored by developers, but after all, it is also one of the attractions suitable for tourism and recuperation in this area.

The speed in front slowed down and finally stopped in front of a two-story building. People on the street come and go, but there is no congestion. Most of the vehicles in the driveway are small family trucks. Sometimes children who play skating and skateboarding dash across the sidewalk.

I got out of the car and looked up at the badge above the main entrance, secretly praying that the trip would go smoothly.

Jung led Pan over.

"Bring the intelligence bureau's credentials, the name of the security bureau does not have the meaning here. We are acting in the name of the research staff of the behavior analysis department of the intelligence bureau." Jung ordered.

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