Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

166 Black Nest

Although she knew that Tracy was a black policewoman, the only impression came from the narrative in the Diary of Doomsday. Read novels on the mobile phone and update \\! {\ '} (Read novels) The only person who returned alive from the first doomsday illusion adventure is me, Fujiang and Cui Di. Although they leave contact information with each other, they return After reaching reality, because of various reasons, there is no contact with Ranwen.com. Seeing her again now, if it were not for her to say hello first, I could hardly remember it.

In front of me, people who knew each other were standing, and they were teammates who once fought side by side, but at this time it felt like seeing a stranger. I once again feel the martial arts, the Holy King, the holy king, the sacred king will kill the god, the Indian throne, the night, the strongest abandonment Move the heaven and earth to kill the gods and seals the throne in the night to seek the devil Ao Nine Chongtian strongest to abandon the young Da Zhou dynasty to create the gods Now the emotions cannot be connected at all, and it is impossible to describe the feelings in your heart. Is that joy, surprise, or doubt? Cui Di and Fu Jiang are different.

"Tracy? It's you, why are you here?" I was puzzled by her sudden appearance, and in this case. I glanced in the direction of the fast food restaurant, where all the black crushed heads were surging. I can't help but guess, should the explosion of the fast food restaurant be related to her? She couldn't help but shake her head in her heart. It didn't make sense. Cui Di was a policeman. Why did you do that kind of thing?

"It's still the same, Gao Chuan." Cui Di threw the pistol back, spreading his hands to show that there was no hostility at Fenwen.com, "I saw old friends, so I said hello in advance."

In the description of the diary, although we have fought side by side, some bad things happened when I first contacted, and the timing of her appearance was too coincidental, so although I put the pistol away, I still maintained a strong vigilance . I was full of doubts in my heart, wishing she wouldn't sell the guts, and explained the ins and outs of things in one go. But I also know that this is unlikely.

There are two questions I most want to know: First, who exactly does Tritty, who has become a messenger, do something for? Second, everyone who comes back from the Doomsday Illusion will lose memory, so how did Tritty recognize me at a glance?

"Say hello in this way, I'm grateful to you." I said, "You know, I almost killed you."

"I don't think you have that ability. I'm the same as you, the Mageweaver."

"Okay, don't mention the non-nutritive debate. Answer me, Tracy, why are you here? Are you not a police officer in Los Angeles?"

"Of course, what else can I do without being a policeman? Recently, I had a big case and finally got a vacation." Cui Di held his arms and looked around the noisy surroundings. "Don't you think I should be invited for a coffee?" ? "

Previously, our fight was like electro-optical flint. Although there were many people around, they didn't find out that their attention was completely attracted by the explosion of the fast food restaurant. But it's really not a good idea to continue to entangle here.

I put the dagger away, and I didn't draw it into the magic pattern, but just hid it under my coat. I asked Cui Di to wait for a while, while staring at her, I took out my phone and called Fu Jiang to confirm everyone's situation. Although Cui Di said that there is no hostility at Ranwen.com, I do n’t think her arrival is a good thing. She has nothing to do with what is happening at the moment.

"Achuan, are you okay?" Fu Jiang's voice came, in addition to the messy noise, it seems that it was also where the crowds gathered.

"It's okay, I have already talked to that person. Are you and Jung both okay?" I asked.

"It's okay. But it was really huge just now. Did you see Cui Di?" Fu Jiang said frivolously.

Fu Jiang's news was too timely, and it seemed that there was something wrong with her. I couldn't help but glance at Tritty again, she just smiled at me.

"She is here. Where are you?"

"Let's take her over behind the cafe opposite the fast food restaurant. There is an old friend here." Fu Jiang said the last sentence with a touch of fear. Although I knew that it was impossible to complete this task safely and steadily, the combination of Fu Jiang and Jung felt troublesome. The unexpected trouble was really tricky.

Old man, who is it? I already vaguely guessed the answer. Putting the phone away, I looked at Tsiti at the meeting place, thinking about things along the way, the atmosphere was a bit dull, but Cui Di did not show any boredom.

The road sandwiched between fast-food restaurants and cafes was blocked by lively pedestrians and gradually coming policemen. Over the years, the town has always felt like a peaceful and quiet health resort. At least on the surface, the fast-food restaurant was burst like a giant thunder to break this kind of harmony. Even I know that the impact of this fanfare is very bad.

This alone may not make people's hearts float, but if there is a criminal case stabbed next, Sergeant Engels will be burned.

Is this an incident related to those abnormalities in this town? Did the hands behind the scenes change the way of committing crimes? If so, what made it break the criminal trade that has been maintained for ten years?

But the thing that makes me mind the most is that Cui Di may be the principal or accomplice of this case. Although there was no dead person in the explosion, the deliberate destruction of the property of innocent townspeople is no longer within the police's conduct. Diary's record in the diary is not specific, but at least it doesn't make me feel bad. But I haven't seen it for a month. At this time, Cui Di is very different from the policewoman I remembered.

To describe it, her body exudes a strong taste of personal heroism. Perhaps it was the combination of police identity and doomsday power that created a new she, just like the wanderers who wandered between darkness and light as I described in my book countless times. Ah, this description is so familiar, I remembered it.

"Cui Di, you joined the Black Nest, are you?" I stopped and asked, turning my head.

"It really can't hide you." Tracy smiled a helpless smile.

"You should enter the Security Bureau." I said seriously. In the past, Choi did not look like a policeman who disliked government agencies, or that people who would be policemen generally do not defame their own places, then the security bureau as an international security agency recognized by the state should be Her first choice is right. What has changed her in these dozens of days?

"Like you?" Cui Di asked back, with no expression on her face. "I don't think what you do now can change anything. I just want to gain more power to protect the one I love."

"If you say that, I can think you have given up, right?" I think she knows what I mean. The role of the police is to protect the people and maintain order. Tracy is not a bad police without integrity. If she still decides to be a good police, she cannot ignore the chaos caused by the end.

A complex expression mixed with pain and nostalgia appeared on Tracy's face, but eventually he became indifferent and determined. It was a will that never looked back even if he regretted.

"The world has not been saved." She said this originally, but she paused, closed her eyes and opened it again, and said without hesitation: "I'm sorry, but I don't want to save this world anymore."

Cui Di stared at my eyes seriously and said, "I don't have the courage to burn the fiction net. I don't see any hope. I don't know why I still want to save those people. I decided to leave everything to fate. I just want to protect the few people I care about now, that's all. Do you understand what I said? Boy. "

Having said that, without waiting for my answer, she shook her head, just like saying I would never understand her. But I can understand it. Although I haven't seen it myself, I don't lack the same stories in the books I read and the conversations of others. Fortunate and unfortunate can change a person's life.

Human thinking seems complicated, but it is also very monotonous. Some philosophers have said that happy people are the same, but unfortunate people have their own misfortunes. However, in my opinion, the factors that produce luck and misfortune are similar.

When you understand these elements, you can create comedies and tragedies at will.

Since this is the case, there is no human relationship in this world, so children cannot understand it.

I know this statement is too cold and may be said to be childish, but that's how I think.

In my eyes, Tracy encountered some unfortunate things, and those unfortunate things ate her heart like a curse. But I can't do anything for her, or even persuade her, because what she sees and feels is not lies and illusions. I am also not sure whether her thoughts and practices are correct or wrong.

So she said that I could not understand, I just kept silent.

Behind the cafe is a narrow alleyway. The walls on both sides are very flat. The brick joints, reddish brown and low structures are full of rural atmosphere, but also have a certain modern sense. The biggest difference from the city's alleyways is that there are no **** piles, graffiti and iron ladders, and both the road surface and the wall are very clean.

The sun shining down from above was a bit dazzling, giving me the illusion that the haze caused by the explosion of fast food restaurants and the change of Tracy was being evaporated by the light and heat.

Maybe everyone squeezed across to see the excitement, or maybe there was an unknown force surrounding it. When Teddy and I walked in, it was like entering a world isolated from reality, the hustle and bustle of modern townships It was blocked by a transparent wall outside the roadway. There are only five people here, I, Fu Jiang, Jung, Tracy and an old man with gray hair.

The old man is the tallest person here, maybe more than 190 centimeters. The autumn sun was a bit strong, but he was wearing a black trench coat with a white inner coat, creating a strong color contrast. The collar stood upright, the buttons were buckled up to the neck, and the tightly wrapped body gave people A strong feeling. I recognized at first glance that this figure was an old man who collided with Marseille at the door of a fast food restaurant. It had the same feeling as at the time, with a broad face with a gentle smile like sunlight.

There are two things that reflect the light and occupy most of the first impression. One is round-lens eyeglasses placed between the bridges of the nose. There is a silver chain on the frame that the old man uses to avoid falling. The other is a cross hanging around his neck. It seems to be made of silver.

He couldn't see his eyes through the spectacle lens, it seemed that there was only a layer of white light.

The whole portrait is taken out of the painting, giving the impression of being unreal.

His right hand on his side was holding a thick black book.

The contradictory feeling is not the priest's priest.

He walked to the place five meters before him and stood with Fu Jiang and Jung. Cui Di went straight through me and stood beside the priest across half of his body, just like his followers. When the priest's eyes fell on me, as if he was overlooked by him, it was not just an illusion caused by height.

Mowen didn't bring me any information about this person. He is at least a third-level Mageweave messenger, which looks much higher than my authentication authority.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, boy." He smiled at me kindly. "It has been dozens of days since that farewell. I had hoped you would live a peaceful life, but you used that contact address after all. Think Is it up? Mr. Gao Chuan. "

"It's you, Father Sisen." I suppressed the tone of surprise, and the familiarity I felt at the door of the fast food restaurant was not an illusion.

In the diary of Doomsday Illusion, I spent a lot of pen and ink to describe this person before amnesia. He is also the only one who is the only one in Fujiang who impressed me the most.

Father Si Sen, the de facto leader of Fujiang and I, was already an unprecedented tri-polar Mageweaver before Fujiang and I became heaven-selectors. Although he knows that his super power is to control the atmosphere, his real strength cannot be judged from instincts and intuitions. Even if I now become a three-pole magic pattern messenger with an evil spirit, I can't feel his strength when facing him.

The same is a priest, but unlike the doomsday truth of Luan Zhong, Xi Sen does not have the unique personal temperament of Ranwen Novels. He looks like an ordinary priest with a tall figure, but if he is so determined, he will feel that he is not an ordinary person.

I once learned in the mouth of Prophet Mayn that Father Sissen was a member of the Security Bureau, but later joined the Black Nest, but still kept the past friendship with Prophet Mayn. The people in Black Nest are not the first enemy of the Security Bureau, neither he nor Cui Di showed any hostility. At least there is no website in Ranwen. But why did the people in Black Nest appear here? Do they also want to obtain the legacy of the First Prophet?

It's just that I don't know much about Black Nest. In the impression, they are just some conservative drifters. Although it is an organization, its structure and program of action are very loose. There is not even any information from Ranwen Fiction.com that they once had organized predatory behavior.

"Why are you here? Sisen." Jung still had that plain stereotyped expression, but this stereotype was a bit different from the past. He and Sisen seemed to know each other and had unexpected friendships.

"It's just a private act, there are some things that need to go to the Holy Land to verify." Xi Sen said to Jung.

"Holy land?"

"The final product of the Tianmen Project, I know less than you, just found some files of the year." Xisen said: "Munk and Irene are amazing people, if not necessary, I do not want to disturb their tranquility."

"That is to say, it is necessary now?" Jung stared at him. "I don't know what the Holy Land is, but the consequences of Tianmen's plan will continue to be as you can guess. I can't believe it. Do something like that. Tell me, why attack that fast food restaurant? "

"No one is dead, isn't it?" Sisen smiled meticulously. "I'm not a mad dog of doomsday truth, I just took the necessary things."

"I think it is necessary for us to talk in detail." Jung said as he unfastened the button of his suit, showing his strong willingness to fight for the first time. I was a little surprised. He even folded the jacket he took off neatly before the fight, as if he was afraid of getting his clothes dirty and ruining his appearance.

"Neither of you added up to be my opponent." Xi Sen said bluntly. But no one here is willing to listen to this, and Fu Jiang also shows a eager attitude.

"Wait." I stepped forward and stopped in front of Jung and Fujiang. Although I couldn't think of a reason, I think this is not a good time to go to war.

Although the battle seemed to be on the verge of being triggered, but some accidents, Jung and Fu Jiang were stopped when I was called.

"I don't quite understand. Do you want to confirm that there is an irreconcilable conflict between what we are doing and what you are doing?"

"For the time being, there is no Ranwen Fiction Net, but sooner or later there will be." Xi Sen replied gently.

"So, are you going to fight here?"

"No, the effect of the enchantment will soon disappear, and there is currently no reason to fight with the novel." Xi Sen said: "I said, I just came to say hello to you. I probably know what you want What to do, after all, the purpose of the Security Bureau ’s actions has always been very clear, which is what I admire, but as I said, it will not be successful. The Tianmen project has not stopped and it will not be stopped now. Stopped. The coming of you and us, everyone here, what is going to happen, everything is the will of the gods. "

"I see." I said, "but there is one more thing to confirm before leaving."

Confirm your strength.

Quick sweep

The high-speed passage leads straight to Father Sisen, the twisted world outside the passage becomes slow, and I pull out the quark from behind my waist and turn into a grey dagger.

Suddenly, an invisible force pressed on me ~ www.readwn.com ~ As I took steps, I felt that the air surrounding me turned into a quagmire, not only was it difficult to raise my hands and feet, but also my nose and mouth Can't breathe like being blocked by a foreign body.

The air pressure is getting stronger and stronger at an incredible speed.

The range of circle perception expands outward into a sphere with a diameter of 20 meters. In my mind, interlocking air particles are constantly pouring in. They squeeze together and almost form a solid state.

You must leave, if you continue this way, you will be crushed to death

Quark

The dagger turned into gray fog from the tip, and the gray fog turned into a huge cloak without fluttering the novel wind, but there were countless silky gray edges on the edge. I waved my cloak, rolled up Fu Jiang and Jung around me, then wrapped my body and jumped into the shadow by the wall.

In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and the body seemed to float in a vacuum, surrounded by only gray. After a blink of an eye, a firm touch came from the soles of the feet.

The gray that wrapped around me split open in front of my eyes, and the sunlight spilled in. I found myself and a group of three already standing in another lane.