Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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Fu Jiang seemed to be slapped in the face, and Leng Leng and Saku Ye stared at each other for a long while. Read novel ["] free text update!

She suddenly lifted the tight vest, under the purple and light hollowed out **** lingerie, a clear slap mark appeared on her healthy complexion.

Sakuya recovered, and ran upstairs like a bunny rabbit. Fu Jiang pulled his clothes slowly and shouted suddenly, chasing towards the attackers.

Chases and shouts lingered above the head, and there was no sign of stopping for a long time. After a while, the two yelled over the attic, and the ceiling rang loudly. I couldn't hear clearly, nor did I want to ignore it because of the ostrich mentality. Fu Jiang ’s physique is many times better than Saki Yeah ’s, and if it ’s real, it ’s already over, so it should be fine.

The house that Fujiang and I bought has been renovated and changed hands several times. The original owner is not clear, but the previous owner said that it has been more than fifty years. Perhaps this sentence is also passed down from generation to generation. Come down. The shape of the house still has traces of old times. The interior decoration and furniture are of course completely different from the original ones. However, when the owners of the previous generations moved away, nothing that was taken away was lost, and they were all stacked in the attic. on.

Because there are too many objects, the adults have hardly sorted it out. If they have anything they do n’t need, they will put it inside. Over time, it will be used as a grocery store and passed down from generation to generation. I don't know why. It seems that there has never been a literary novelist who wants to clean that room, and there will be a decay of dust as soon as the door is opened.

The sunlight narrowly leaked through the narrow window pane, and a strong smell of time flooded the attic, patrolling every dusty object, and occasionally seeing a surprising thing in the light. You turn it out, it is a doll, this album, or even a weird thing that does not know what it is. When you look at them, it seems that you can hear them telling the story of the old yellow calendar. As the yellowing photos are turned over one by one, the joy, sorrow and pain of the master in the past will flow in the heart like flowing water.

You wake up suddenly, in a trance like a dream, only to feel a quiet heart, and many emotions are turned into a breeze. So, you also want to leave some traces of yourself for future generations.

Perhaps it is precisely because the owners of this house are so sentimental, or that they have chosen people who are similar to themselves, so this loft will remain until now.

For the children, this is undoubtedly the legendary treasure trove of wizards. Like me, I always take the time to turn around and find out the strange and strange things that I do n’t know what the purpose is. Or turn out the magazines and diaries of that era and lie in her arms while watching TV in Fujiang, imagining yourself attached to the old masters of these books, and seeing them through their eyes Time.

I got up to help Miyake to tidy up the bedroom. After dinner, I went upstairs and told the two to come down. I saw them coming out of the attic door. Misaki night clothes were messy, his cheeks were flushed, he was panting, and as soon as he saw me, he pressed the skirt and shirt tightly like a fright. There was a familiar smell in the air, and there were some wet marks on the inside of the thigh stockings.

Fu Jiang caught up with triumph, and his left index finger swirled around with a black lace-edged ng hood, and the model size was obviously not her own. When passing by Ye Ye, she patted her buttocks with her right hand. Sue Ye's face was suddenly red and bleeding, and her **** was rushing downstairs with her head burning.

"Now the little girl is so bold, but it feels really good." Fu Jiang-like, deliberately sticking his tongue out and licking his lips. I put the ng cover in my hand and the knotted **** into my hands, grabbed my shoulders and walked towards the stairs. Ah, I suddenly realized what the two guys did, and Miyaki hadn't worn anything in it. When I replayed the scene in my head, I couldn't help being dry.

Downstairs, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

At dinner, Fu Jiang uttered a few deep smiles to Sakuya while eating. As always, he put his hand on my thigh and deliberately flicked it in an obvious posture, no matter how many times I took it. Misaki pretended to be casual, but her ears were still burning red. If she was angry, she was not so full of annoyance. She was so embarrassed that she poked the beef on the plate with a knife and fork. I think the expression on my face must be exactly the same as that of Jung, because I do n’t know what to say, and I do n’t know what kind of face I should put on.

The sumptuous feast for the wind ended in this strange and silent atmosphere. I took Saki Ye to see her bedroom. Fu Jiang had been leaning against the door, with a grotesque smile on his face, even if I turned my back on her, I could feel the martial arts. The throne of the Indian throne is the strongest in the nineth heaven, and the royal family will abandon the young **** of the week. The throne of the throne is the strongest abandon the young Zhou Dynasty. Abandoning the Shaozhou Zhou royal family to create a **** will kill the **** Shenyin throne at night and begging for prosperity. The world is the strongest to abandon the Shaozhou Zhou royal family to her full of aggression.

"Is it still appropriate? If you need it, please say it." I said to Sakuya.

"No, it's nothing ... everything is fine," Sakuya said wryly.

Although I felt that Sakuya was insincere, I couldn't stay any longer and stuffed her ng hood and **** into her hands. Before the air condensed due to embarrassment, he hurried out of the bedroom. This night, Miyaki kept shutting herself in the room.

Although Sakuya was next door, no, it should be said that because Sakuya was next door, there was a thrill of revenge demonstrations in Fujiang. She opened the bedroom door and asked her **** life to be tougher than ever, and my stubborn resistance collapsed in one blow. She deliberately wore the glasses she had just bought back and made a louder sound than usual.

At the end of the day, it was already zero in the evening, and all sounds were silent. The ticking sound of the clock surrounded the air. The calm lake outside the window was like a smooth blue-black stone mill, and it was connected to the night sky. I lay on the bed with my hands behind my head and stared at Fu Jiang ’s undulating figure in the purple mood light. She sat energetically by the bed, wiped off the white stains on the glasses with toilet paper, and picked up the underwear on the ground , Get up and go out.

Only a section of light in front of the door sprinkled on the corridor, and both sides were dimly dark. The long and narrow shadow of Fujiang dragged on the wall, revealing the strangeness in the tranquility.

"A Jiang, where are you going?" I called her.

"Go for a shower." Fu Jiang paused and laughed maliciously: "Then go to visit Saya Ye so she won't fall asleep."

"……ask you a question."

"what?"

"Do you like ... lace edge?" I finally said the question.

"Like?" Fu Jiang turned around with one hand on his hips, with a reminiscent smile on his face, "No, it's just not annoying, it reminds me when I was with Zhen Jiang ..."

Ah, it turned out to be such a thing. No wonder I always felt that Fu Jiang's movements were too sophisticated, unbridled enthusiasm and unrestrainedness. It was not like a beginner at all. I ca n’t help but think of different personalities in the same body. Should I say lace or selfishness?

"Don't bully Misaki, she is a good girl." I said. I don't know why, I don't have any idea of ​​Ranwen Fiction Net to stop her.

"I can't guarantee this. It's a delicious little apple." Fu Jiang's figure disappeared outside the door, leaving only her voice. "But rest assured, I won't break her."

When Fu Jiang went out, he turned off the mood light and the door. The darkness suddenly came, and the night light became clearer, like the clear well water, flowing quietly from the floor-to-ceiling windows, forming a transparent beam of light that fell on the foot of the bed. For the first time, I saw such a strange and quiet scene, so I put on a blanket and got up and walked to the window to look at the light. I only saw a reddish piece on the sky, and the light color extended to the place near the lake , Gradually diluted to almost invisible, it seems to diffuse from the back of the house, like a lighthouse with lighting.

Behind this house, the highest place here, is the central clock tower of that apartment not like a lighthouse? There seemed to be some shadows creeping in the darkness of the lake in the distance, and they seemed to be approaching slowly, but after a long time, there seemed to be no change in Ranwen.com. Is it an illusion? I can't help thinking in my mind that there are indeed townspeople and tourists fishing in the Pinghu Lake on weekdays, but who will sail at night?

I opened the window a little, the night wind came from the gap, and the wind chimes hanging from the window rang. I suddenly felt a little cold. When I closed the window, I felt a drowsy feeling immediately.

This drowsiness came too suddenly, my eyelids became more and more heavy, the world was spinning like drunk, and finally I only felt myself falling on the bed, and the consciousness fell into the dark abyss.

"Seven six five four three two one, see how I caught you;

Find the east and look to the west, hide the cat there;

Woodman, woodman, come to the center soon;

The offender is about to disappear, and the outgoing move is abandoned. "

The familiar nursery rhymes and the silver bell-like laughter of the girl kept ringing in the back. Whenever I turned around, it was still ringing behind me. I finally saw the figure. I wanted to grab her. When I held out my hand, the darkness in front of me suddenly cracked. The flat ceiling came into my eyes. There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and the window made a trembling sound in the strong wind.

I found that I was not standing or lying, but sitting on the ground, with the right hand in the center of a ceramic tile pattern. My heart thumped, it was a nightmare. As far as the content of dreams is concerned, there is nothing scary about Ranwen.com, but the feeling of suppression and weirdness has remained in my heart.

No, I suddenly woke up. Isn't the view around me the church-like hall in my dream? That is to say, I didn't wake up, or only formally entered the dream. However, there is no hazy sense of dreaming at Ranwen.com, all the senses are working, the smell of rain can be smelled, and the shining thunder is extremely real. I squeezed the back of my hand hard, the pain was so clear.

Is this an extremely realistic dream, or is his soul returned to the mental hospital ten years ago? Why is there such a thing? why me? Is there anyone else here?

Countless doubts are in my mind. I got up and searched around, looking for something different from the last time I came. In this hall there are still only statues of myself and the Virgin Mary. Deadness and openness gave me the illusion that my soul seemed to float, overlooking the entire church hall in the air, and myself as small as an ant.

The generous main entrance was still tethered and could not be opened, but soon I noticed a corner familiar. As I walked over, I thought about where I had met.

My hand is in my pocket. Ah, I realized that I wasn't naked. The suit during the day was completely worn on my body, and the glasses I just bought were on my nose bridge. There seemed to be something in my pocket. I took it out and saw a crumpled photo.

The woman with strict temperament and elegance sat on a black high chair, which seemed rigid and polite, and there was no smile on her face.

I remembered that her name was Erin, and she was from a psychiatric hospital, but she didn't know whether it was a staff member or a patient. In the afternoon, her son left this photo in the optical shop. The owner of the optical shop said that she had died ten years ago.

Take a closer look, the yellowed photos are indeed imprinted with traces of time ...

wrong

Why are the photos here? I remember it was taken back by the owner of the optician. Moreover, the photos at that time were obviously new, and there should be others beside Erin, a group photo of Zhang.

But it was an old single photo in my hands at this time.

I turned the picture over, there was a line of curly letters behind the picture:

Who can see the true self? That is an abominable demon. ——Eileen @Mar Jones, 1983.

The woman is in the corner of the room, behind which is a window, where I am standing now.

Branches and walls can be seen faintly outside the window in the photo. I raised my head and looked out of the window. A cheek was thin and pale, and the face with a deep contour was reflected in the thunder light on the glass window, which was very clear.

I stepped back in horror and blinked, but I couldn't see anything. The only thing left was the landscape similar to the one in the photo, except that the foliage was slanted by the storm.

I stepped forward cautiously, staring at the window, my face was right. Was it an illusion?

"Anyone?" Although I thought no one would answer, I yelled.

No one really responded.

I tried to open the window, but the window seemed to be completely glued and immobile.

Sure enough, I could only enter it. I set my sights on the entrances on both sides of the statue of the Virgin Mary. This time, the girl did not appear behind the door. Obviously all the windows were tightly closed, but the candlelight at the foot of the Virgin Mary swayed like a wind blowing, and simply extinguished.

As at that time, the silent darkness shrouded in the hall again, as if there was a will in the midst to urge me to move forward.

I entered the entrance on the left, climbed the steps, and entered the hospital again. The white walls and the ground were extremely dazzling under the bright lights. I didn't move it, because a voice in my heart told me that in a few seconds, these incandescent lamps would be damaged.

Sure enough, the noise of the electric current at the incandescent lamp became louder and louder, and then it was cut off by an invisible large hand, and it was dim where it came into the eye. Only less than half of the incandescent lamp was on, and it was not as bright as it was. , Just like a twilight old man.

When I wanted to turn right to see the last time I didn't go to Ranwen Fiction Net, there was a slight babble in front of me. I watched cautiously and saw that the door of room 107 that I entered last time opened by itself. But there really is no netizen in the corridor, maybe in the room?

"Who's there?" I shouted.

There was no response from Ranwen.com. The open door seemed to invite me in. I was amazed and a little hesitant. I didn't forget the last encounter after I entered the room. The kind of pain and horror that was overwhelmed by insects, gnawed, and burned seemed to be deeply imprinted in my heart.

I glanced at the picture in my hand, put it back in my pocket, and summoned the quark.

Quark fell on my shoulder. I try to use "circle", but the feeling that the closed eyes can be seen within the square circle is no trace.

I finally confessed that in this place, I didn't have a weapon of Ranwenshu.com, and I couldn't use talents or superpowers. Except for the magic quark, I didn't have much difference from ordinary people.

At ordinary times, I always warn myself not to forget the ideas of ordinary people. If you do n’t think about it, you will really become a monster. However, at this moment, the loss of power made me deeply realize that I was completely different from ordinary people. Although it will still hurt, it will be scared, it will be sad, but the calmness and cruelty beneath it is really like a monster.

My emotion line seems to be divided into two, one is ups and downs, and the other is always a straight line.

I did not converge on the footsteps of Ranwen Fiction Net. I walked to the door and looked inward. A girl was lying on the floor and drawing with red crayons.

The shadow under my feet extended all the way to her body, covering the painting and covering her face. When the girl raised her head in a sense, I couldn't even see what the face hidden in the shadow looked like.

"Good evening." She said first, not afraid of life at all, and her milky voice seemed to stick to glutinous rice. Probably less than ten years old?

"Good evening." I did not enter the room with Ranwen Novel Net, across the border of light and shadow, and asked, "Where is this place?"

"Mental hospital," she said, lowering her head to continue drawing.

"Are you a patient here?"

"No. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" she said, "This is my home."

"Home?" She meant that she was an ordinary person living in this mental hospital? "Your family is a patient?"

"No." She said, "I don't have any relatives at Ranwen.com."

I still don't understand her identity, but although the way of appearing is a little weird, but it should be a person and not a ghost, she has a shadow.

"What about the others here?" I asked the biggest confusion in my mind.

"Hidden away, locked up, or eaten," the girl replied.

"Eat?" I was a little surprised, whether it was hiding or locked, it sounded normal. After all, it was a psychiatric hospital, but it was eaten ... And, she seemed to refer to both patients and staff. This is happening.

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