Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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"I said, I'm a psychotherapist and I don't work." She became magical and took a business card from the ng hood and stuffed it into my pocket. "I want to repay you, neither money nor **** is a novel. Internet problems, you can contact the above phone if you need it. I'm waiting at any time, I hope you don't quit, you will get a wonderful experience that most men cannot get. Next, there are a few questions, if you know, please tell me. "

"What's the problem?" I was a little confused by her successive offensives.

"Where is this? How did I get here? Are you the one here?" She stared at me as if she changed her face.

I am not surprised. Anyone with a little thinking ability will ask these three questions, but only the last one can be answered by me.

"I'm not here." I told her frankly, "As for the first two questions, I haven't figured it out, but there are some speculations. Are you willing to listen?"

She didn't answer immediately, and still stared at my eyes. From her face and eyes, I couldn't see any idea at all. Although Marceau ’s performance in the previous desperate situation is no different from most people, she quickly got rid of that negative state and displayed extraordinary psychological qualities. I think she is a smart and excellent person like Fu Jiang and Jung. I clearly feel from them that this kind of smart and excellent is different from Bach in nature.

If I use my seventeen years of student experience to describe it, then Marceau, Fu Jiang and Jung are "excellent students" and Bach is a "good student".

"I'm happy." Marceau smiled at the corner of his mouth, giving me a sense of trust that didn't drag on.

"First of all, I can tell you that I entered this place for the second time, the first time was this morning." I said, "And every time I come in, the place is in the front hall."

Next, I didn't hide anything from Ranwen Fiction.com and roughly outlined my experience and speculation. Marceau's face was amazed, but there was no doubt in Ranranfiction.com. She didn't interrupt my exposition by Ranwen Fiction Net, but only nodded thoughtfully after the explanation, just like being on the scene, filling my heart with a sense of accomplishment. I know this is her professional wrist, not how well I tell.

The more I know about her, the more she feels that she is too self-deprecating about her career. According to her description, it is inferred that although it is a senior woman, it is actually more inclined to a listener and a psychologist, and **** is only a supplementary skill of the two.

Her customers are not many, but each of them is in a high position. These people want to meet sexual needs is actually very simple. Beauty, body shape and sexual skills may be indispensable to her profession, but the other party will pay a lot of money for her, not to value this kind of thing.

Marceau said without exception that the hourly wage for hiring her is US $ 10,000. In addition, her employer will pay her full insurance, travel expenses, purchase of fashion jewelry and real estate, and other non-cash wealth. Kinds of offers, contacts and intelligence. Lin Lin added up that she was wealthier than most entrepreneurs.

What a marvelous woman.

"It's amazing, you are really an excellent child." Marceau exclaimed.

"I am a man." I emphasized.

"Okay, a lovely and respectable little man." Marceau laughed and paused, saying, "It's a **** ghost place, how should we go out? Must we be killed once?"

"Don't take the initiative to choose death" I firmly rejected her idea, "This psychiatric hospital does not exist in reality, it has been burned in the fire ten years ago. Although it feels and true, but I guess it is only mentally When you arrive at this place, Marceau, you should know how severe the psychological and psychological death will be. "

Although it seemed that the first time it came back to reality after death, there were quite a lot of doubts about it afterwards. After I was overwhelmed by bugs, did I really die? I don't have the feeling of dying, or rather, I don't think I die in my subconscious mind. I can do this because of the presence of Jiang Hesi in my body, which is more resistant to death than most Mageweave messengers. If ordinary people were to die at that time, they would probably die.

"Do you have a religious belief? Little Crow." Marceau asked.

"Do you mean to believe in the existence of God?" I said, "I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it." Because although everything I have experienced has traces of surreal technology, there is a mystery beyond technology. Power is at work.

"In other words, do you think our current situation is that kind of supernatural power?"

"No ... this point is not yet certain. However, the situation we are experiencing may not be the power of the devil." I said while searching for the right vocabulary in my heart. English is not my mother tongue. I want to explain this This kind of complicated thinking makes me deeply feel the barrenness of the vocabulary I have mastered.

"Actually, I have encountered some things during my recent travel ..." I remembered the doomsday technology of the ruling bureau and the bizarre altar in the Battle of the Return Circuit. Although they show supernatural power, they can also be regarded as the effects of surreal technology. At least, although I feel that there is some kind of supernatural power, but no matter my own speculation, I still feel the personal experience of martial arts, the Holy King, the Holy King, the Holy King, the Night Kill, the God Seal, the Throne, the Devil, the Nineth Heaven, and the strongest abandon the young and big Zhou royal family. The night kills the gods and seals the throne to seek the devil Ao Ninth Heaven's strongest to abandon the young Dazhou royal family martial Qiankun will kill the gods gods and seals the throne to the strongest abandon the Shaozhou Zhou royal family to make the gods to kill the gods and the gods' throne at night Qiu Ao Shi Jiu Chong Tian abandons the young and big Zhou imperial family, there is no sense of "miracles".

It's the same here, it seems to be a supernatural development, but I always feel that technology can reach a certain level. At least, there is no literary novel network beyond the doomsday technology of the ruling bureau.

"What's the matter?" Marceau expressed an expression of interest.

"This is a long story." I smiled, without explanation from Ranwen.com. It was indeed a very long story. Although the Security Bureau does not prohibit ordinary people from knowing things related to the illusion of doomsday, it is also not encouraged, for fear of causing social unrest.

"As for why only us are in this place, maybe it's because of our brain waves." I said half-jokingly.

Although there are only two of us at present, I think that with the establishment of the local branch of the Security Bureau as a signal, this incident will be launched in a more rapid manner. Perhaps in a short time, more people will appear in this place, and the reality will also change beyond imagination. This may seem accidental, but it is inevitable. The fuse has been buried as early as ten years ago.

"You surprised me again, I believe our cooperation will be very smooth." Marceau continued to ask after she didn't burn the novel, she said: "Because I don't think this is the power of **** or demon. I think the key to go out It ’s the boy you saw last. Now, we have to figure out the identity and relationship between the girl and the boy. Come on, let ’s see what happened to the place I came in after the bugs ran away. ”

As I expected, Marceau was very good at the psychological and action level. She quickly put aside the remaining palpitations of the rest of the robbery, grasped the center of the problem at the first time, determined the relationship between us, and unconsciously occupied the leadership . I didn't feel it until she said this. Her vigilance and driving skills are also different from Fu Jiang and Jung. This may be caused by the personality and career of these three people, but it does not cause people to produce Disgust, but people feel very similar to this point of identity and trust.

I don't care who takes the lead. See more, think more, listen more, you will find the information hidden under the other party's actions, just like deciphering the layer-by-layer code lock, which is a great fun for me.

When Marceau entered, he appeared in the previously fired room. The space and furnishings of the room felt like a combination of a pathology room and an operating room.

Standing outside the door, you can see the huge operating table, surrounded by and above all kinds of surgical instruments, there are dark red spots on the metal bracket, it looks like it is rusted after being soaked with too much blood Too. Before entering the room, you can smell the stench mixed with blood and rust.

Only the shadowless lamp directly above the operating table is still lit, but several of the bulbs are broken, so the shadow of the operating table and related instruments is very clear. You don't need to look too carefully, you can also see the old belt buckles on the table, and the trace of the patient's struggle is very clear. The model of the surgical instrument is also very old, exuding a cold breath under the light of the sensation, which makes people under the armpit can't help but ooze cold sweat.

I seem to be able to see such a scene. A patient was sent to the operating table in a state of sobriety. He continued to struggle and uttered a desperate shouting cry, but looking up, he only saw a group of people in white coats standing quietly around. They were wearing masks, so only You can see the calm and indifferent eyes.

One of them came out, and the others put on gloves for him. He began to use instruments to direct the body. Head shell, chest, limbs ... and other people carefully explore and think about each structure and texture. The patient's voice became hoarse with pain, and finally he was dying, leaving only a white piece in his eyes, which was the light above his head. The blood flow was everywhere, flowing all the way to the ground along the table and the bracket, and the white robe stepped on it unconsciously, leaving one sacred footprint.

Everything is pale and dead, only the sound still lingers on those rusty blades and drills.

Yes, I seem to hear that the sounds still linger in this room, telling the story of the nightmare.

It was n’t the first time Marceau saw this room, but she was nailed in place like a puppet. I shoved her a bit, but before she could say anything, she had jumped away like a frightened rabbit and almost stumbled her feet together. She could see me clearly, and there was no crying from Ranwen Fiction Net, but her face was pale, as if she was seriously ill.

"What's wrong?" I stepped forward and grabbed her hand, she held it tightly, as if to crush my bones, and then let it go after a while.

Marceau finally had a trace of blood on his face, and he exhaled deeply, as if to vomit something from his chest.

"I ... I don't know. What's wrong with me? When I first came here, it wasn't like this," she murmured.

I stared at her.

"I can't describe it. In short, the things inside haven't changed at all, but it feels very ordinary." She paused and said.

"Where are those blood stains originally?"

"Yes, and it doesn't look scary at all." Marceau said: "I have seen similar things in a customer, corpses, blood, internal organs, those criminal records that look very cruel, and what are now given here It feels different. "

It's anomalous to have nothing changed. I saw with my own eyes a blazing fire burning inside. Does it seem that the fire is also a kind of psychological reflection?

Marceau rested for a while, and soon cheered up again. As we toured elsewhere, there was a blackboard-like glass on the wall on the right hand side, which revealed a dim purple light from the inside, and several perspective photos were posted on it. I uncovered it and took a closer look. The date of the shooting was ten years ago. The patient is called Castina. It seems to be a female. I don't know what it looks like. I have very little medical knowledge. I only know that her brain seems to have some pathology.

"Look there," Marceau cried suddenly.

I looked in the direction of her finger, there was a score of 113 on the wall, and another graffiti. A bald woman in a robe was tied to a cross and stared in horror at the head of a huge monster. This monster looks exactly like the one in Room 107 graffiti. But the identity of the victim in this graffiti is more obvious.

"The style is the same, it was painted by the same person." I said.

"It's a child's painting. Maybe one of a girl or a boy."

"This inference doesn't have enough evidence for Ranwen.com." I seem to have been infected by Jung, and unconsciously took his tone.

"I'm intuitionistic." Marceau said in disappointment, she was confident of her judgment. In fact, I think so too.

"Do you think the victim is Castina?" I asked.

"It's hard to tell."

Well, anyway, now we have found the second graffiti, and weird things have appeared in both places, at least to prove that my previous inference is still correct. But I think I have overlooked something important, what is it? I couldn't figure it out for a while, and when I looked up, Marceau walked to another corner, looking at a device like an incubator with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?" I hurried up.

"There is something inside." Marceau finished, and the box was hit by the contents, making a dull noise.

Marceau suddenly became enchanted and suddenly reached out to lift the lid.

"Don't touch it" I yelled.

I finally remembered something wrong. When I first entered Room 107, I released a bug-like monster. In this way, this room 113 should have similar monsters. When Marceau was trapped here, he saw not a flame but a bug, so there was a problem. Was the bug a monster from this room, or did it come from room 107? If it is the latter, then Marceau ’s move today is undoubtedly unwise.

No, it's foolish to be driven by curiosity in unusual places.

But I can't stop her anymore, because I never thought she would make such an unscrupulous choice. She is not a fool, nor does she seem to be in danger because of curiosity.

"Shut up" I yelled, but she turned a deaf ear and suddenly opened the lid.

A cloud of black smoke rose from the incubator and quickly turned into a woman's face. But that face was so untidy, and the eyebrows were filled with cruelty. Marceau seemed stunned, staring up at the grimace.

She looks like a marionette.

Grimace suddenly opened his mouth, and on the occasion of a thousand blows, I threw Marceau to the ground, desperately rolled away.

The air vibrated, a very familiar feeling, and the ground crackled. I immediately responded that it was a shock wave, but it was different from the shock wave generated by the knife-shaped critical weapon. The female ghost's cry was silent, but I felt that my brain and internal organs seemed to be stabbed with needles.

Marceau seemed to faint, and I hugged her and crawled to the door. As soon as he stood up, he saw the boy standing in the hallway outside the door. He was the same as what he saw in Room 107, wearing a white robe and staring at me calmly.

There was no figure burning a novel before the blink of an eye.

I was frozen by this look again, and he moved his lips silently. What does he want to tell me? Before I reacted, he disappeared towards the left side of the corridor like fast forward.

"Wait" I finally cried out, but the strong shock wave rushing from behind drowned out the sound.

I hugged Marceau tightly, and felt my body was still in the separator, and there was a torn pain from the back. Then, with my own eyes, I saw my hands, feet, body and shoulders dissipated like dust.

I fell into darkness and felt my body again. I opened my eyes vigorously, and the ceiling seemed to be spinning, with a gray pattern, but I soon realized that it was just an illusion. The familiar feeling let me know that I really woke up, and the darkness and fear on the verge of death still hovered in my mind, making me unable to breathe.

I lay motionless in bed, feeling the martial arts, the Holy King, the Holy King, the night killing the God Seal, the throne, and begging for the world, the strongest abandonment of the young king. Dazhou royal family martial Qiankun will kill the **** God seal throne at night Flowing through the body ~ www.readwn.com ~ Listen to your heartbeat to confirm that you are still alive.

It was dim because it was not yet dawn, and the clock on the wall ticked away, two hours before dawn. The whole room was quiet, with only three breaths, one of them was himself. I twisted my neck to look to the left, it was Fu Jiang; to the right, it was Saki Ye. They didn't know when they got into this bed. They climbed on my body like octopus, making me feel very heavy and stiff.

The two of them were naked, and the warm and full touch came from the place where the limbs touched, but they couldn't arouse my little bit of sex. My brain seemed to be full, and it was blank because of swelling.

What a nightmare.

After a while, it was like finally unscrewing the silty propeller, and my head gradually became sober.

I blocked the shock wave for Marceau until my body became powder, and her body was still intact. Now that I am out of dreams, what will she become?

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