Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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"What was eaten?" I quickly asked. Read the novel [\ '\'] free text update!

"Monster." The girl raised her head, her hair drooping over her face, and her blinking eyes were somewhat abnormal, looking like a little lunatic. Her eyes fell on the quark standing on my shoulder, and turned to me again, asking. : "Aren't you hiding?"

"I'm new here." I tried calmly. "I don't know where to hide. Can you tell me? Let's hide together."

"No." The girl shook her head firmly. "It's coming, I'm leaving."

Speaking of spreading her feet out of the door, she clearly didn't seem to be fast, but I couldn't stop her, and I couldn't catch up. I just watched her run to the end of the corridor and turn into the corner. As a last resort, I could only put my attention back into the room. I walked in and looked at the pictures on the ground with the faint light in the corridor.

It was a vortex drawn with red crayons. It seemed to be just a graffiti that didn't have the meaning of Ranwen.com, but after a long time of staring, there was an illusion of rotation.

I know this place is very strange, so I ca n’t use common sense to measure it. There is a rule in all the grotesque books I have read. The more weird the environment, the clues that weird words and deeds will not be without The meaning of Ranwen Novel Net. Breaking through the appearance and pursuing its essence, all anomalies are reflecting some kind of deep consciousness. Regardless of whether this mental hospital exists or is just a false fantasy, its foundation is human's own will, and no matter how strange the books written by people are, the foundation is also human's own will.

Therefore, there is no need to doubt, no need to be afraid, I tell myself, no matter how strange and scary my opponent is, but still can not escape the scope of humanity. Even the **** who promotes the end of the world cannot directly let volcanoes erupt, earthquakes strike, and tsunamis engulf the continent overnight. It must still use the will and wrist of human beings to let us eat our own fruits.

All these grotesque and seemingly unreasonable things are just covered with the cruel and evil skin of human beings, and their tricks have been exposed in human books so far.

This is a psychiatric hospital, a place built by human beings. In this state of affairs, we cannot escape the category of "mental and psychological". According to the theory of refraction of the mind, this red vortex, the graffiti on Gate 107, must represent some kind of psychology of someone, maybe even that girl is a subconscious external performance.

The question is, whose will is this? Maybe it's a person, maybe a group of people. However, it is clear that no matter what kind, it points to the conflagration of the mental hospital, and the insider of the conflagration that he is looking for is here.

A monster that eats people may be a kind of meaning, a subconscious evolution, but it may also be a real person. The cannibals are not uncommon in physical and psychological symptoms, and can also be interpreted as a cold-blooded predatory behavior. Like someone who is too greedy for money will be scolded as a vampire. Was there a cannibal in a mental hospital? Or was there a "cannibalism" in the mental hospital?

Is the girl a victim?

I walked to the bed and lifted the mat away, the bugs were not there. The doors were opened, meaning they escaped? I remembered the patterns on the belly of the insects that looked like human faces. According to the previous theory, these insects were also transformed by human consciousness. The form of the bug, the swarming behavior, and the intense burning pain after it fell on the body may be a fear of fire. Perhaps this image represents a victim who experienced the fire that year.

I tried to outline the situation at that time in his mind. He lived in this room. The door was locked and he could n’t escape. I could only watch the fierce flame sweeping the room and engulf himself. Fearing, trembling and desperate, his face became distorted in these negative emotions.

But there is a problem to be solved in this conjecture, the graffiti on the door of this room. I returned to the gate and carefully observed the portrait of the monster who was caught by the monster and showed a strange smile like the monster. Because of his poor skills, although I think he is very similar to the face of the bug's abdomen, I also suspect that he is preemptive.

The situation and expression of the portraits on the graffiti are diametrically opposed to my previous theory of victims in this room.

There are also house numbers that were removed, and the engraved 107, which must have a deeper meaning. I am puzzled and give up to continue thinking, because there are insufficient clues, and then continue to be likely to go astray because of preconceived reasons.

I returned to the room again and looked out at the scenery from the window. Just like when I first came in, the windows couldn't be opened. The outside view was completely still, unlike the church hall.

The vortex has a moral meaning of being unable to break free and close.

The clock tower of the apartment built on the old site of the mental hospital also gives the illusion that time has stopped.

Perhaps all this suggests that what happened in this psychiatric hospital is a kind of eternal reincarnation. Whether it is ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, if it just waits passively, it will never end. Instead, it will be like a vortex, involving everything normal into anomalies, and rushing under the calm lake Undercurrent. This coincides with the inferences we get in reality.

Only the hall like the church is different. What is the reason? Is it because it is a church dedicated to Virgin Mary?

There is a problem that must be paid attention to, whether it is in psychological classics or grotesque novels, the existence of extreme spiritual state will carry on the injury. That is to say, if according to my previous theory: the door was opened and the bug representing the desperate victim escaped, then it would unfold its revenge more violently.

There is no doubt that bugs will attack everyone in this mental hospital.

As if to prove my inference, there was a terrible scream suddenly in the corridor.

I rushed out of the door, quietly in the hallway, but the one just now was not an illusion, the voice was full of emotion and vitality. There are others here

Is an adult woman. Where is she? I quickly walked in the direction where the girl left. After a while, the scream sounded for the second time. There is no wrong way of burning novels, just in front, I find the direction and spread my legs and run. Quark opened his wings with a huff and turned into the corner faster than I did.

I rushed over in two steps and three steps, only to see the middle of the corridor in front of me, and there was a door that closed like a hurricane, and made a loud noise. Immediately followed by a fierce unlocking sound, it continued to become the sound of impact and thumping.

"Help and help," the woman came from the room with a cry of screams, the fear and despair became more acute in the hysterics.

Quark hovered outside the door, and below it, a string of iron chains spun strangely between the long handles of the door without the external force of Ranwen. When I rushed to the door, the chain had tied the two doors tightly.

Although there is no brand name of Ranwen Fiction on the door, it can be seen from the style and position of the door that it is definitely not the patient's convalescence room.

There is a huge glass window on the hinge door. The woman's face is close to the back, and her hands are pressed against the glass. Despair and fear frighten the original features. As soon as she saw me, the distortion immediately changed, as if a ray of light rose from her eyes. From the gap in the window that was not covered by her, I can see the flames spreading in all directions as if there were life. All the objects behind her were swallowed by the fire, and from time to time some burned things fell from the ceiling.

Thick smoke filled, everything collapsed uncontrollably.

"Save me, please, save me," she called through the gate, and turned back to pat her body and arms, "Go away, come away"

There was no sign of her burning in the novel, but she only showed a painful expression. However, the flames behind her were about to engulf her.

I have been loosening the chain, but it seems to be out of sight.

"Quark"

The crow turned into a wave when the woman turned her head, and it condensed into a dagger and fell in my hand. I took a step back and waved my knife to the crack of the door, only a slight sense of retardation came, and the chain and the door lock broke off. It was too late to marvel at the sharpness of the dagger. The woman hit the gate like crazy again, and the whole person stumbled out. I quickly stepped forward, dragging her back. A tongue of fire fluttered out of the room. For a time, the intense heat and light left my eyes with only a fiery red.

On the occasion of a sudden attack, I took the woman to sit down on the ground and rolled to the side, only to feel a burning scorch on the top of my head. I couldn't care about my hair and rolled again and again, and in a glance I saw that the flame was like the tongue of a frog, and suddenly shrank back.

The sound of flames extinguished quickly, and in less than three seconds, there was nothing but dead silence and dim light in the corridor, just like soaking in a dead pool of lifeless water.

When I recovered, there was no burning sensation in the air.

The suffocating silence wrapped me and the woman.

I subconsciously touched the top of my head, it didn't seem to be burning. The woman shivered in her arms, and I held her shoulders tightly.

"It's okay, it's okay ..." I whispered, not only to comfort each other, but also to comfort myself. Looking back on the previous dangerous situation, it still makes people sweat. Although it's not that you are in danger of desperation, the impact of strangeness, fierceness and despair on people's hearts cannot be forgotten in a short time, no matter how determined.

The woman choked and hugged my waist tightly, as if to squeeze out my internal organs. I soothed, hugged her with all my strength, and kissed the top of her head. I am no longer the little buttock kid who used to be, and there is a fiancée who knows how to give a woman a sense of security.

Sure enough, my technique worked, and the woman's tremor gradually weakened. She took a deep breath and drilled out of my arms and wiped her face hard. When I saw what I was looking at, I was a little surprised and a little surprised. I believe that my psychology is more mature than most men, but I can't be mature in appearance, and 17-year-old Asian men are much younger than European men.

I showed a kind smile that I exercised in the student union. She burst into tears and laughed, but suddenly felt inappropriate, and quickly sorted out her appearance.

The woman is about thirty years old, wearing a white shirt and a Western-style tube skirt, full of white-collar beauty, dark skin, but fairer than ordinary black women, so I am not sure whether she is black or mixed-race. Because of the previous struggle, the bun was a little loose, the dust was stained with sweat on the face, and the chest was also particularly open, revealing a large breast lifted by the yellow ng cover.

She quickly sorted out her mood and her expression calmed down quickly. He stretched his hand to loosen the bun and shook his head. The golden hair was dyed a few strands of red and rested on his shoulders. It was only then that she began to sort out her chest, but she soon discovered that the buttons on her shirt were broken, but she didn't understand it, but instead stood up and took the initiative to reach out to me.

She looked at me openly and generously, and didn't care where my eyes fell.

Instead, I felt a little embarrassed to look away and put my hand in her palm. When she was pulled up by her, she felt that the atmosphere between the two was less embarrassing, and there was more tacit understanding with her.

"You saved me, I don't know how to thank you." She said to me with a harmonious smile, "You are my hero."

"Nothing, no effort." I thought about it and joked: "If you really want to thank you, maybe you can give me a kiss."

I just want to resolve my embarrassment, just talk about it, I know that the other party really hugged me and gave me a suffocating deep kiss.

It took a while before she loosened her lips and rubbed my hair vigorously and said, "If it works like this, I don't mind coming a few more times. Little boy."

I grabbed that hand hard and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't mess with me, I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Really?" She glanced at her indifferently, staring at me with a smile, "How many girlfriends?"

"A fiancee."

This time she finally expressed surprise again.

"In short, thank you very much." She said with a lingering fear: "If it is not you, I will be bitten by those insects. God, what the **** is this place?"

"Bugs?" I was a little stunned. "What bugs?"

"Don't you see it? A large group of large groups, like cockroaches, fists as big as a pattern on her belly, like a human face." She kicked the floor angrily, as if stepping on the invisible bug Then, with a click, the high heels flew out.

She and I stared at the heels for a moment.

The "k" woman scolded a rude word in amazement.

I came back to God, and after she said that, I was thoughtful. The bugs she described were obviously what I saw in Room 107, that is to say, my guess was correct, and the bugs raged around after running out of the room. However, although she saw insects, in the eyes of my outsider, it was a flame of running water.

That kind of flame is full of life. As far as the feeling is concerned, it is extremely real, but the speed of extinction is too fast. I glanced at the room that was on fire before, there was no difference between it and the fire before the fire. As if the time had turned around, the woman noticed my gaze, so she turned her head and froze.

"Why, what's going on?" She said incredulously. She wanted to go up and check carefully whether she was dazzled, but she was a bit timid after all.

I grabbed her hand and she stopped suddenly. In order to ease the tension and fear in her heart again, I tried to change the subject.

"My name is Crow."

She glanced at me, her tense face relaxed slightly.

"My name is Marceau." She said: "Listening to your accent, it should not be a local. Where is the student?"

"I dropped out of high school and was traveling while working." Of course I didn't lie to Ranwen Fiction Net. My current job is such a model.

"Part-time job? Travel?" Marceau looked amazed. "It's amazing, do your parents agree with you?"

"Fortunately my parents are very enlightened." I shrugged.

"You didn't disappoint them." Marceau said with emotion: "It seems that you have learned a lot of things in the textbooks that don't have Ranwen.com. You are more men than other students. "

"I think so too." I laughed.

The atmosphere gradually subsided.

"What about you? Miss Marceau, what are you doing?"

"What do you say?" Marceau showed a sly expression.

"A white-collar worker? Work in a financial company?"

"Wrong," Marceau said. "I'm a psychotherapist."

Psychological therapist? Sounds like a great profession.

"Is it a psychologist?" I am a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I have never heard of it."

"No, it's hard to say, it's similar to a woman's job." Marceau held his hand, and didn't mean to hide it. "Senior women. Some famous men will need people like us. They will ask us." Talking about things that are hard to see, let us relieve their stress psychologically. Of course, they will also help them meet their physical needs. This is not a job that any woman can do. "

When I was shocked and my body was a bit stiff ~ www.readwn.com ~ Masuo, who claimed to be a senior woman, reached out and hooked my chin, his eyes suddenly filled with the charm of swallowing life.

"The women who make this line have their own lists, no more than ten customers, you are now on the list."

"Is this the case? This is the case." I laughed a few times, not knowing what to do.

"Do you hate women?" Marceau still stared into my eyes. When I couldn't help it, I wanted to get my eyes off, and immediately held her face firmly.

"No, how to say ..." I had to answer: "Actually, it didn't feel much, because Miss Marceau ..."

"Just call me Marceau." Her smile was sharp and her tone was not strong, but she couldn't refuse.

"Okay ... Marceau." I was a little bit uncomfortable with the current situation. She seemed to have forgotten the danger before her and instantly changed from a prey to a hunter. It was completely different from the previous performance. Actually, I have never seen a real woman. Uh, I mean, I know what a woman is, but Marceau is nothing like a woman. "

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