Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

168 Insiders

I, Fujiang and Jung were hiding behind a weedy mound twenty meters away from the trailer. (Collection ~ Reading Network) The inside of the trailer is covered strictly, but we have not rushed forward. Through the ears and perception of quark, what happened inside is almost unobstructed. As I listened, I relayed the conversation between Engels and the trailer owner to Fu Jiang and Jung.

Engels, as we thought, was very familiar with the ins and outs of the fire in the psychiatric hospital, and the meaning revealed in the words vaguely proved that he was one of the parties to the fire, not the firefighter who arrived at the scene after the incident. . Not only that, the fire that seemed to have burned everything left a clue, and the owner of the trailer and the female owner of the fast food restaurant Bulma seemed to be survivors at the time.

At the time, there were not only doctors and patients in the psychiatric hospital, but also many townspeople. But why do these survivors prefer to remain incognito and travel far away from the country, rather than mention the things of those years? Ten years later, people who were related to the events of that year went back to this town one by one.

The trailer owner and Engels sat at the table face to face. In the quark's perception, the trailer owner's appearance was a little vague, but the fear, malaise, and unexpected persistence in his heart clearly emerged from the tone. Engels's voice did not conceal his anger and anxiety.

"Besides me, there must be someone coming back?" Said the trailer owner.

"No, you're back."

"Is that true? No one else at Ranwen.com?"

"They are different from you." Engels said quickly.

The trailer owner paused for a while, and slowly said: "No, they will come back ... maybe only me x is near the town, they may all be in the city."

Engels surprisingly didn't refute the literary novel network, so it was so silent, the two thought about their own thoughts for a while, and the atmosphere began to become more heavy.

"... Marseille is back." Engels said.

"It's not surprising. He is the son of that family after all, he came to Irene?" Although not surprised, the tone of the trailer owner was still a bit surprised and full of panic, but he quickly calmed down .

"He said she was still alive." Engels said.

"What do you think?"

"It's impossible. She's dead. We all saw it."

"Maybe ..." The trailer owner seemed to recall the scene of the year, not knowing what he thought of, his tone was weak.

"Bulma's shop was destroyed today, there was an explosion, a fire, and no netizens were injured. I don't think it was an accident." Engels once again told him an amazing fact, the trailer owner suddenly stood up, anxious Pacing back and forth.

"How could this be? Isn't it an accident? Engels, is that thing lost?"

This reminds me, the people from Black Nest also mentioned that they took something from Bulma, the fast food restaurant owner.

"She said that there is no Ranwen Fiction Net, but it is impossible to prove that we said that in the past, no one should read that thing again." Engels said in a deep voice.

"It's okay, we should believe Bulma. No one but her knows where that thing is. She won't tell anyone." The trailer owner was relieved, but Engels was still upset about it.

"Of course I believe in Bulma, but ... I have to say that the power of that thing has become more powerful." Engels said sullenly: "I don't know when I can sustain it. You shouldn't be back, you Without returning, it cannot become stronger. "

"Without the use of Ranwen Fiction Net, I already understand that Lai Huo is better to die. Engels, you do n’t understand my hard work over the years. I ca n’t control myself, and I feel that time is approaching, so I came back to make a break. . Even if we do n’t come back, there will be others to replace us. Me and you are old and should let all things end in our generation. ”The trailer owner turned around and began to persuade Engels:“ Do you want your son Do you bear that kind of thing with your grandson? "

"But, what should we do? The child's words have been fulfilled one by one, do you remember what he said last? No one can help us." Engels said with his head holding his head, "Only move all the people in the town, But who will believe us? The government will not allow that. "

With my eyes closed, the scene of the two people talking emerged in my mind. I relayed their voices, tone, and movements, and Jung and Fu Jiang began to analyze and deduce their psychology, and trace back these people's decisions from that time. This kind of reasoning based on psychology and known facts is like magic, deducing the shape and color of the missing fragments, reconstructing them and putting them where they should be.

The fire in the psychiatric hospital was indeed hidden, and the insiders were led by Engels. In order to protect the town, the psychiatric hospital was burned with the help of a child. This is undoubtedly a crime. After that, the survivors traveled far away, and Engels was responsible for staying in the town to cover up what they did. They did not want these people to return to the town because they knew it was not over.

Engels covered up the events of the year for a decade, but the recent incidents made him feel more and more powerless. He seemed to have realized that he could no longer maintain the stability on the surface of the town.

He is full of vigilance against us, who are members of the Intelligence Bureau. It is not a confrontation between the police and the intelligence bureau, but he may be familiar with the Tianmen plan secretly carried out by Munch and Sent. In the past few days, Marseille came to the door, Bulma ’s fast food restaurant exploded, and the trailer owner also appeared inexplicably. All this made him start to shake. Maybe he was thinking whether his previous actions were a negative escape? He is also confused, because in addition to this, he has no other way to burn the novel network.

The trailer owner and more parties returned to the town. They knew that no matter how they wanted to make a break with the past, they seemed to be unable to avoid the results they feared, but they could no longer escape.

"That child ... the child who wrote the diary, it turned out to be a prophet." Jung said slowly: "Only a prophet with a heavy burden and attention by God can become a prophet."

"Prophecy ... It's really hard to believe, is fate really established?" I couldn't help feeling emotion.

"When you walk on the beach, you feel that the front is flat and Ren Er walks alone, but when you look back, you see the trajectory of fate, which is a series of footprints left on the beach. So, you ca n’t help but think of yourself stepping forward That step, or not, is it destiny? "Fu Jiang lowered his voice, tone and rhythm as if reading a poem aloud.

"What is this?" I asked.

"I saw it in an unsigned psychology research note. I find it very interesting."

"Are you sure psychology, not philosophy?"

"A good psychologist is a good philosopher."

"Is that true? Jung." I looked at Jung.

Jung did not answer Ranwen.com, but said, "Okay, crow, what else did they say?"

The trailer owner and Engels did not mention the things of the year again, and began to talk about their lives over the years. Unlike Engels, who stayed in town as a sergeant, the trailer owner did not live very happy, had little money, and had no female companions. He drove around in the RV alone, and had worked odd jobs. He didn't drink alcohol at first, but now he has become a drunkard, and his appearance and figure have changed greatly. Engels has found the shadow of him in his present year.

Apart from that, neither of them knew the living conditions of other survivors except themselves. After they left, they had no contact with Ranwen.com. However, the trailer owner said with certainty that no matter how much wealth they have, their mental state must be no different from their own. After sighing for a while, Engels said goodbye to the trailer owner, leaving some money before leaving.

"Now that you have decided, come back, and you still have the place where you lived." Engels said

"Ah, it's great, both the keys and the deeds have been brought."

"I think Bulma will be happy to see you again, but you'd better organize your appearance. IMHO, how long have you not taken a bath?"

"Is it so bad?"

"I remember you had a cleansing habit."

"Hahaha, after so many years, people will always change." The trailer owner grabbed the money and tucked it into the side of the money jar while saying, "In any case, thank you, Engels, I know what other people think Yours, but we all know that you have protected this town. If you go to run for parliament, I will definitely vote for you to use your talents to stay in this town is a pity. "

At this time, Engels had opened the door of the RV, and when he heard this, he didn't look back. He said, "Don't be kidding, I'm much more beautiful than you. Everyone treats me as a hero, otherwise How do you think I became a sergeant? "

"Haha, I'm relieved to hear that. You really are the Engels, so stinky." The trailer owner teased.

The answer to him was the force of closing the door. He lifted the curtains and saw Engels get in the car, his head would not go away.

After Engels left, I, Fu Jiang and Jung showed their heads, and each went to the dirt on them. The wilderness appears dry. Although there are fluffy weeds, no matter the ground or the plants, they show a dry yellow color. The dust and smoke lifted by the wheels diffused in the gentle wind.

"Are you going to talk?" I asked.

Although the person is in front of us, none of us are sure whether he will reveal more information. It depends on how much the other party trusts us. These people must have had similar plans, but apparently, the national security agencies they contacted let them down. In addition, they knew that if they were not trusted, what they committed would put them in prison. Even if they plan to understand now, this kind of concern cannot be relieved in a short time.

"Be frank and sincere, the first impression is important." Jung led the way and began to explain the attitude we should take when talking.

The curtains were still tightly closed, and we walked up the iron ladder to let out the sound of TV and busyness from the room. The trailer owner seemed to be cooking. As soon as Jung knocked on the door, the people inside shouted, "Engels? Did you change your mind and want to stay for dinner? Wait, I'll turn off the fire first." There was another hustle and bustle. After a while, the door was opened. .

When Engels first came, the trailer owner only opened a door. However, it was probably because I had just met an acquaintance and felt a little slack. This time the door opened so much that I saw almost half of his body. He has a mature face, a thick beard around his mouth, and messy hair. He is dressed in canvas tooling covered with sauce and oil stains, and looks dirty and sloppy. However, it is not as decadent as the conversation before Ranwen.com.

When he realized that the person was not Engels, he could not help but froze for a moment, before we spoke, he tried to close the door with force. Jung would stretch his feet in and hold the door. His strength was naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people. The owner of the trailer used the power of breastfeeding and his face was ridiculous.

"Who are you? What are you doing? I have nothing to give you here." The trailer owner shouted hysterically.

"Don't be nervous, we don't have the malicious intention of Ranwen.com." Jung reached into his arms with a document. "We are intelligence ..."

But his words were overwhelmed by the shouting of the trailer owner. The owner of the trailer suddenly let go, gave up and Jung topped the cow, and ran back to the house. The door opened loudly, Jung led me and Fu Jiang into the room, but heard the sound of a pull bolt, and turned his head to see that the trailer owner had nowhere to take a shotgun and aimed at us.

"do not move"

"Hey, hey, don't be nervous. I said that we don't have any bad faith." Of course, we are not afraid of him, even if we are facing an army, we will not be nervous, but we still raised our hands and signaled that we didn't have any words. Fiction Net Hostility, after all, we are not here to go to war.

"Are you saying that there is no malice? Isn't it malicious? Take out your gun." The trailer owner snapped.

"We don't have a literary novel net gun." Jung said: "I think you misunderstood, we just came to talk about ..."

"I don't believe the smell of you guys is familiar to me. The gun is in your arms." The trailer said loudly, and then his eyes fell on Fu Jiang and me: "And the woman, is it a soldier, right?" How could there be a child? "He couldn't help but show his doubts at this point.

"Little white face, female soldier, child? Who are you in the end? There is nothing here for you to rob."

Fu Jiang couldn't help but chuckle.

"Little white face, Jung, he said you are a little white face. It's so funny."

Jung couldn't help but roll his sanitary eyes, his stereotyped face was a bit helpless. Without mentioning the other party's evaluation first, he reached into his arms and wanted to get his documents before, but he was mistaken for a gun. No wonder this guy is so nervous.

"Okay, I said that I didn't bring a gun." Jung was right. Among the three of us, I brought a revolver. "But I'm going to take out my documents now. We are from the intelligence service."

"Intelligence Bureau?" The trailer owner's expression hesitated. "What does the Intelligence Bureau look for me for?"

"In short, I'll take the certificate out slowly, don't worry about it, everyone?" Jung said, slowly taking out the certificate and showing it to the other party.

The trailer owner hesitated and came up alertly, grabbed the document, and immediately backed away a few steps, while examining the document, while glancing at us with the corner of his eyes.

He turned around and looked at it for a long while, and he didn't see any doorway, but the tense expression finally relaxed, and it seemed that he believed our identity. He thought about it, threw the document back, hung down the muzzle, the atmosphere finally calmed down a bit.

"I can't see if this document is true or false, but it looks true." The trailer owner said bluntly: "Okay, let's talk about what the intelligence bureau came to do with me? Are you looking into Engels? Engels is a good sheriff. "

"Wouldn't you please sit down? If you can, how about a glass of water?" Jung smiled. "Look, we have to work hard to find this place."

The trailer owner sighed angrily and waved: "Just whatever you want." Then he turned and went to the kitchen counter to pour water.

Soon, he came with four glasses of water, all disposable plastic cups, resting on the table at will. I have looked at the space where he lived before. It can only be described as narrow, compact, and messy. There is no literary fiction net bed. There are clothes and adult magazines stacked on the sofa. There is a hammock above. Noise and snowflakes appear, and the signal is not very good.

"Hurry up after drinking water." He said unkindly, although his body was not very strong, but his attitude was fierce and fierce, but he looked like he was pretending to be.

"Excuse me, can you ask, what is your name?" Jung said.

"Inquire about what this does?" The other party stared at Jung.

"Official business needs." Jung said quietly: "If you don't want to cause Engels trouble."

The trailer owner stared fiercely at Jung for a while, but for Jung, who is an elite in the police world, this kind of pretense is not useful at all. After a while, he was in the harshness of Jung. He succumbed to a sense of oppression.

"Thomas ~ www.readwn.com ~ My name is Thomas." Thomas realized that the person in front of him was really a bit upset, and the flames could not help but disappear.

"Okay, Thomas. I said before that we are from an unconventional security department of the Intelligence Bureau. We came here to understand the arson case ten years ago." Jung said, staring into Thomas's eyes.

"The arson case? What arson case, it was a fire." Thomas shifted his gaze and took a drink from the glass, covering his face as if to hide something. "Again, you should ask Engels about this matter . Have you found him? "

"Yes, we have already found him. But he doesn't trust us very much," Jung said.

Thomas laughed.

"So you come to me? I don't know how you came to the door ... no, you followed Engels? Really surprising, he will also be followed, I know he has always been careful."

"I think you can trust us."

"Then you are wrong. I trust Engels and I do not trust you." Thomas taunted.