Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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Marceau knotted the shirt around his waist, with a hand-made simple spear, bundled ponytails, coupled with that dark skin and long-term exercise figure, the impression of a white-collar woman looks like It is the legendary Amazon female warrior. (

(Reading Network) I always thought she was a woman with no power, but her battles and traps made me completely subvert the previous impression.

"What happened after I left?" I asked.

"Wait." She stopped me from speaking and walked towards the door. "Come and help me re-install the trap."

"What?" I was a little surprised.

"There are monsters wandering around, and doing nothing is too dangerous." Marceau said to me seriously.

"What about that female ghost?"

"You were killed ..." She paused and changed her mouth: "After you left, it disappeared. Well, after a while, we have to fix the trap again."

I don't think these traps can have any effect on those monsters, but Marceau insisted on this, and I followed her. Being able to do something is better than doing nothing, at least to reduce the psychological pressure in this crisis-ridden environment. There are no other doors and windows in the operating room except for the main entrance. Fortunately, the ventilator can still work normally, and I can't feel the stuffiness, but this room not only has the smell of disinfectant water, but also the rancid and deposited odor. The breath of death seemed to have condensed in the room and could not be discharged.

Marceau ’s demonstrated ability surprised me. Unlike my ability to wield a dagger with my instincts and combat instincts, her spear made her very disciplined, and she also had her own set on how to set traps. At least, the knowledge and skills of making traps are far beyond me, not to mention that she is well versed in psychology and knows how to make people paralyzed. Before that, I almost suffered a big loss. Too.

At first glance, there was nothing useful in the operating room, but she was able to find the waste that was ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, and used surgical instruments to transform it, such as dents in some round objects, and some steel cables. Make up the pulley. I have only seen these ways of turning waste into treasure. In Fujiang, in the illusion of apocalypse, she used to make powerful crossbows with building materials that can be encountered everywhere.

"My grandfather is a soldier and often takes me to hunt together. When I was a kid, I won the Flying Eagle Medal in the Scouts. When I grew up, I often participated in field survival games and exercised self-defense techniques." She explained.

"Yeah, this is really amazing." I sincerely admire people like her. "I don't have much to do."

"It's nothing. As long as you learn, anyone can do it. Compared to this kind of thing ... Crow." Marceau paused and said, "Your body is obviously not very strong, but it is the athletic ability I have seen. The best child, even better than a professional athlete. "

"I think so too." I just answered that.

The celestial beings have all been strengthened by graystone, and it's no surprise that they are better than ordinary people. With the precedent of Fu Jiang, I even felt that if Marceau also took limestone, the degree of physical strengthening might be higher than mine. And there are many powerful women among the talents, such as Pan and Dada, who once collaborated, which is not a fighting elite? They were not soldiers from the beginning.

We worked together to repair the broom trap. This trap is not powerful, it is only used to paralyze the invaders. The killer lies in the heavy objects on the ceiling, which are two heavy iron cabinets. If they are hit by the head, my head will bloom.

After rearranging the trap, Marceau was relieved. I glanced out of the glass window at the door, and the hallway was still quiet, a little bit disturbing.

"How?" Marceau asked.

"Have you seen nothing, is there only two of us here?"

"Maybe. Anyway, since you left, I haven't seen anyone else." She speaks English and uses words strictly in the sense of "person".

"Are you sure the monster will come back?"

"Not sure, but if it comes back, I will kill it." Marceau said firmly.

If you are trapped in a fire of nowhere else, anyone will despair. However, since the opponent is not a cold natural phenomenon, but a living thing, whether it is a human or a monster, she will not catch it. I think Marceau is such a person. This strong character may be the result of family education and family upheaval. Compared with Fu Jiang, Marceau ’s childhood may be more normal and happy, but the relative family tragedy and later experience in the orphanage, the huge gap is also an unbearable blow for her.

But these difficulties, tortures, and blows have been overcome by her. Regardless of the nature of her profession, she can proudly say that she lives better than most people in this world.

So, I know that she said that she wanted to kill the monster, not a guilty conscience. This woman is serious. She firmly believes that she can do it and can survive in this strange environment.

However, this is just a spiritual world. She lives in a dream. Where is she in reality? What happened? The sudden disappearance is definitely not a good thing. I don't want her to realize this, but I must tell her that only she can make us catch the tail of the mysterious behind-the-scenes.

Forgive me, Marceau.

Marceau and I sat down by the operating table, and I decided to talk bluntly.

"Masuo, I told you that this is just a dream."

"Yeah, there is no reality in Ranwen.com. What's wrong? Crow, your expression makes me uneasy. Could there be bad news to tell me?" No ranwen fiction network showed any frustration, she smiled as always, "Don't worry, I think there is no ranwen fiction network worse than now."

I looked at her eyes, and the pale blue eyes of the lake were very calm. I think she is ready to bear any bad news.

"When I woke up, I investigated the mental hospital." I said.

"and then?"

"I met a person who was one of the parties to the fire in that psychiatric hospital that year. After the fire he went far away, but now he has returned.

"Because this is the case now?" Marceau was very sensitive. "The fire in the psychiatric hospital really has another inside story?"

"Yes. Do you live in a hilltop apartment? Marceau, this apartment was built on the ruins of a mental hospital. Ten years ago, the client and his companions thought that this mental hospital was conducting human experiments and cult rites , So the investigation started, and as a result we encountered a situation similar to ours. Most people either went crazy or committed suicide. "

"Cult ceremony?" Marceau appeared surprised.

"The specific situation is not clear, but this situation is not explained by modern technology."

"I understand, I understand ... you mean, that cult ritual has restarted, and we are the little white mice tied to the cross?"

"I found your name on the apartment occupant list, Marceau. They said you didn't come back after you left." I asked solemnly, "Do you remember what happened then?"

"Of course ... I certainly remember ..." Marceau frowned, realizing that something bad had happened to her.

"What's the date today?" She asked.

After I answered, she began to talk about her memory before entering the dream, which happened four days ago.

Marceau once said that her professional nature is to relieve the pressure of customers, so she often accepts invitations from customers to accompany them to travel around the world. Coming to this town is not an accident. A big customer does not know where to see the tourist introduction of this town. He is someone who is obsessed with that kind of strange environment and personnel. Although Marceau prefers the tourist area with tropical coast style, but since this is a part of the work, there is naturally no ransom novel network.

However, when she finished the package management, the client suddenly heard news that the tour plan was suspended, but air tickets and travel manuals were sent, and related expenses were transferred to her account. The other party hopes that she can continue the journey on her behalf, take some photos, write some travel notes, and bring back some souvenirs.

Although the client did not come to Ranwen Fiction Net personally, this requirement did not exceed the scope of work of the Ranwen Fiction Net, not to mention that the other party had already paid the relevant fees. Although it's not a place I like, it's a good trip without entertaining customers.

Marceau got off the plane and followed the course of action in the travel manual. He turned the car several times and finally came to this remote town. I have to say that the mysterious and strange atmosphere deliberately created in the travel guide makes her feel cheated. Of course, this is not a bad thing, but she actually feels the martial arts. Throne Devil Ao Nine Heavens Strongest Abandoning Young Da Zhou Clan Strongest Night Abandoning God God Seal Throne Qiu De Ao Nine Heavens Strongest Abandoning Young Da Zhou Clan Strongest Night Killing God God Seal Throne The Shaozhou Zhou royal family created the gods to kill the God of the Immortal Throne in the night, and it was the strongest atmosphere in the town where the Shaozhou Zhou royal family was abandoned. It does not exactly match those descriptions.

This small town has elegant scenery and nostalgic feelings. It has a mysterious charm in the morning and night, which is in line with her aesthetic.

Ah, fortunately, there was no rejection by Ranwen Fiction Net, otherwise it would be deceived by the travel guide. She couldn't help but complain.

According to the client's request, she must live in a hilltop apartment. The impression of this town is the worst in this apartment. When she saw the apartment for the first time, she understood that the travel guide was based on this apartment, which was completely inconsistent with her preferences and felt out of place with the town's style. To put it bluntly, a rat **** broke a pot of soup.

However, except for her, most tourists in the town and most of the residents of the apartment will not agree with this statement.

Marceau divides the rest time into two parts, day and night. She records the life situation in this town in all directions according to the needs of her clients.

Four days ago, she finally finished her work. Whether the photos, travel notes or special products were ready, the next time was completely hers. How you want to play, where you want to go, and what kind of mood you want to feel can be completely determined by your mood. So she decided to check out and leave the apartment to rent a house in the town.

Marceau left the apartment with his luggage, but unfortunately, the last taxi had just left. Because she didn't really like the atmosphere created by this apartment, she didn't want to stay for a moment and decided to walk down the mountain.

Halfway through the road, a taxi came down the hill. She was very surprised. At that time, she thought that she had no car.

What surprised her even more was that there were no other passengers in the taxi.

"I got in a taxi and talked with the driver for a while, and suddenly felt a little sleepy, and fell asleep." Marceau said: "I should have fallen asleep, otherwise why would I be in this ghost place?"

"Don't you feel strange at the time?"

"What's weird? A taxi that suddenly appeared without a guest in Ranwenshu.com?" Marceau shrugged. "That's normal. Maybe I didn't pay attention. Maybe the driver lives in the apartment. But now I'm very worried Worried, if you have been asleep, will you be taken advantage of? "

"Listen to me, Marceau." I moved her body and stared at her eyes. "You have been determined to be missing."

Marceau didn't make a sound for a while. I think that a woman as smart as hers can definitely understand how bad his current situation is. I also believe that no matter how bad the situation is, she will be able to persevere, because she is not the petite girl who has never suffered.

Marceau sighed and smiled bitterly.

"Can you be sure I am alive?"

"Aren't you still alive now?" I said.

"Do you think, what might happen to my body?" She stared at me.

"I don't know." I can only answer her this way.

"If something really bad happens, what can you do?" Marceau showed a faint expression slightly, shaking his head mockingly.

"Listen, Marceau, I can only say this now." I turned her face again and said sincerely: "Before finding your body, I can't confirm what happened to you. Maybe it's a bad thing, maybe not So bad. Don't give up, Marceau, I will do my best to protect you. "

Marceau looked at me seriously, and finally smiled charmingly, as if to put down all the stones in his heart.

"I believe you, Crow." She gently kissed my lips. "You are my hero anyway."

"Then promise me that you must protect yourself here. If you die here, I don't know if you will wake up or die like this." I stroked her face, "And, I found you in me Before, I did n’t think it was a good idea to wake up. "

"I will do what you say," she said.

"Tell me, do you remember the taxi number and the appearance of the owner?"

"Of course, my memory is pretty good."

Marceau described to me what the taxi driver looked like: 50-year-old, medium-sized white man with brown curly hair, wide face and thick lips, and some baldness. From talking and wearing, it is a taxi driver, right? Other people who work are fake, should be locals, and have a good understanding of the history, geography and customs of the town. Could this person be a member of the mysterious organization that funded the Tianmen Project?

I repeated the words of Marceau in my heart repeatedly to ensure that I would not forget or become blurred after waking up.

"Be careful, if the other party is ready, you should go to the police." Marceau looked at me worriedly, stroking my cheek: "You are just a child."

"Don't worry, I'm eighteen in a month."

"So, as a gift for adulthood, maybe I can tell you what makes a man." Marceau said, sliding his fingers across my nose, mouth, throat, and chest, all the way to his lower abdomen. I felt the button of the dress loose at her flexible fingertips. Her other hand untied the knot of the shirt, grabbed my hand and put it in her ng hood, her mouth spitting a burning breath in my ear.

Marceau is a charming woman, especially in terms of how to show **** and sultry experience and techniques, much richer than Fu Jiang. Her chest is about the same size as Fu Jiang's body, and although she has a slight lack of elasticity, she is softer. I felt that her hand had unzipped the zipper on my pants and reached in, flicking mine.

But I finally pulled my hand out to stop her from continuing.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I already have a fiancee."

"This is a dream. No one but us will know."

"I don't think so."

Marceau may feel that this is just a timid excuse, but I understand that this is definitely not an excuse.

"She is not here." Marceau said.

"No, she is here." I stroked my left eye, yes, she is here, always here.

Marceau looked at me with puzzled eyes, but I could not explain to her.

At this moment, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded in the corridor:

"Achuan, Achuan, are you here?"

Is it Fujiang? My accident was seen by Marceau, and her tight body suddenly relaxed a little.

"you recognize?"

"Yes. It seems ..." I suddenly felt a little difficult to tell, not the shame of being caught in an affair, but the embarrassment, surprise and doubt mixed together, unable to describe the complicated feeling: "It seems like me Fiancee. "

"She called you Achuan?" Marceau asked, grabbing the spear beside him, and staring at the corridor. "Aren't you called Crow?"

"Crow is my English name." I replied, suddenly realizing a little, "Can you understand the language of the Central Duchy?"

"A little bit ~ www.readwn.com ~ The footsteps in the corridor are getting clearer and clearer. It is indeed Fu Jiang's voice. In addition, there is a pulling sound, like she is dragging something heavy while she is dragging, Come to this side.

"Achuan, where are you?"

I was about to answer, but Masuo held his mouth.

"Don't make a sound ..." she said: "It's a monster, it will become like someone you know."

"Why don't you answer me? Achuan, you are with Marceau, right?" The voice said, laughing. "Don't worry, I won't blame you, you know, I'm lace side, I heard She is very beautiful, why not introduce us to know? "

Marceau stole a strange look at me.

"Your fiancee ... is lace?"

I don't know how to answer her, I just want to get into the ground like that.