Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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I was puzzled by the appearance of Fu Jiang. When Marceau said that it was the monster she had encountered, I was doubtful, because the voice and the pace of footsteps, the tone and way of speaking were almost exactly the same as Fu Jiang in my impression. It is indeed a coincidence that she appeared in a full-text novel (reading a novel), but there are also countless explanations to prove that this is not a coincidence. But I always feel that there is something unclear about the way, floating in this gloomy and blurred scene.

Marsola took me to the operating table, hiding in the shadows, watching the glass window on the front door with the gap between the shelves. She told me softly that the monster's body is unknown, good at disguising, and can change into the image of someone in the heart of the prey. It used to become my appearance close to Marceau, almost let Marseille die.

No matter who it is, in such a weird scene, you can't be too careful. I silently pulled out the grey dagger from behind.

The long figure appeared on the wall outside the glass window, distorting the elongated shadow like a haha ​​mirror, plucking the panic heartstrings in the gloomy corridor. Marceau's breath became slightly unheard, she widened her eyes and stared at the shadow. Fu Jiang's voice also stopped, and only footsteps sounded orderly.

Time seems to be long at this moment.

The woman walked past the door. She didn't seem to care about the operating room at all. She didn't even have a head, just walked from our eyes to the other side of the corridor.

Marceau took a light breath, but at the next moment, the figure backed back suddenly, causing Marceau's breath to stop suddenly.

The woman leaned back and turned only her head side, peering into the operating room through the glass window. If there is a deep smile and a weird look like it is said again: I have found you.

I saw it very clearly. That face was indeed Fu Jiang. However, this image also made me confirm the true face of this woman.

This guy is a monster

Because she is showing the body that Fu Jiang is using now, the body of Ms. Truth's official body, not the real posture of Fu Jiang. What does Fu Jiang really look like? In fact, even I can't describe it. Even the initial body, when she changes personality, it will give people different feelings. It's like a woman transforming herself into another person through superb makeup and psychological disguise.

So, for me, the gesture that impressed Jiang the most was the living left eye and a pool of thick blood. Because she is now in my body, and she is truly integrated with me.

Perhaps, in this spiritual world, that monster can imitate people's impression of someone. However, this impression based on wishful thinking could not be more superficial.

Marceau's body was tense, her spear clenched in her right hand, her joints were white, and she was very nervous. Just now, her eyes met the monster who looked like Fu Jiang. I grabbed her left hand, all wet with cold sweat.

The monster Fu Jiang pushed the door. We locked the door from the inside. The door didn't open, but it just banged. After a while, it seemed to give up and leaned forward to put his face in front of the glass. The face exactly the same as Fu Jiang, the same scar, also full of wild charm, the same but mysterious smile, but it was creepy. Her gaze wandered indoors for a while, and finally landed on the operating table, full of penetrating power. Both Marceau and I knew that it must have found us.

"Achuan, this is not fun. You are looking for a woman on your back, right? I'm going to be angry." It said softly.

We didn't make a sound of Ranwen Fiction Net.

"Achuan, let me go in, you know how much I love you." It said as if it was to itself.

"Don't you hate me? You said you will be with me forever, do you regret it?" Its tone is like reciting a poem of resentment.

However, this changing mood makes me more certain that this woman is definitely not Fu Jiang. In other words, it simply cannot imitate the real Jiang.

"Why not answer? Are you deaf?" It became angry.

The whole world became silent.

After a while, its face suddenly sank, and said eeriely: "I'm going to kill you."

It was no longer polite, the door lock made a piercing break, and the door was pulled open by her. The light also seemed to be flickered by this fierce momentum, the light and shadow disappeared, and the silhouette of the bodybuilder was like a devil from the depths of hell. Marceau held my hand harder.

It walked in and immediately touched the broom trap. It didn't dodge in Ranwen Fiction Net. The broom that had no lethality hit her, immediately flew out, and fell to the ground with a snap. Without looking at it, he continued to walk to the operating table, suddenly stopped before the second trap, looked up, and of course he saw the two deadly heavy iron cabinets.

Was seen through. It smiled sarcastically.

I was about to let go of Marceau's hand and rushed out. Marceau suddenly pulled me, then let go of my hand and grabbed a rope by the operating table.

The Fujiang monster walked around us, circumventing the iron cabinet. It was still the kind of unscathed look. Perhaps in its eyes, we are the prey in its palm. But just as it stepped out of the fourth step, Marceau suddenly pulled the rope and tied the knot on the operating table.

There was a metal twisted squeak on the top of the head, the rope soared up, and the iron cabinet fell with a cry, but it was not the kind of falling attack. Like two huge pendulums, they hit the monster in the blink of an eye. The Fujiang monster only had time to make a blocking posture. It was like being caught in a fly swatter fan. It flew straight five meters away and hit the shelf where the surgical knife was placed. It seemed very embarrassed.

The clothes on it were cut in many places, but there was no bleeding in the novel. It growled from the ground while screaming. Marceau immediately jumped out of the operating table, trotting a few steps, and forced the spear out.

The Fujiang monster had not stood still, and was immediately penetrated by his spear with a spear, staggering backwards, his legs softened, kneeling down like a living person, his hands resting on the ground, making a heavy breathing sound like an air box. Seeing its dying appearance, Marceau did not have any kindness and hesitation in her eyes. She took out the electric drill for craniotomy from the side and pressed the switch hard.

The drill spins rapidly, making a numbing whine.

Marceau ’s battle was neat, leaving me with no room to intervene. When I got up from the operating table with my dagger, she had already stepped forward.

The Fujiang monster stared at me with weak and hopeful eyes, reaching out to me, chewing blood in its mouth, choking immediately after trying to say something.

I understand its lips: save me, save me.

In an instant, that miserable Fu Jiang's face seemed extremely real.

But Marceau moved faster than my thoughts. When I was in a trance, she kicked it from behind, stepped on its back, and inserted the electric drill into its head.

There is no blood splatter on Ranranfiction.com. With the drill as the center, the head and body of the Fujiang monster seem to become a muddy mud, stirred, and gradually become transparent, and finally completely disappeared into the air, a spear stuck in its chest Fell to the ground.

Marceau looked around cautiously, until he confirmed that the monster had indeed disappeared, then he loosened his shoulders, turned off the electric drill, and threw it on the ground. Her hands were on her hips and her breathing seemed muddy. Although the battle did not last long, she seemed to have spent a lot of energy, just as tired as she had just finished the long-distance race.

I looked at the place where Fu Jiang used to lie down. Although he knew that the monster had changed, he watched the familiar face with that sad expression, still unable to let go.

"It seems weak?" I asked in confusion, the monster came in with a lot of momentum, but the end was a bit antiquated.

"I don't know." Marceau shook his head. "It used to be much more powerful than before when it became you."

"What are you going to do? Just keep hiding in this place?" I asked.

"What if you don't do this?" Marceau paused and shifted the topic: "Don't say these frustrating things. Is this your fiancée's tone? It doesn't look serious."

I knew she would say that, in the eyes of ordinary people, Fu Jiang's body and my student brother did not seem to be connected at all.

"Not suitable?" I smiled.

"It's the difference between oil and water."

"She was a soldier, very powerful."

"The appearance seems to be such a thing, but it is not visible in his hand." Marceau shrugged disapprovingly. "She seems much older than you."

"Yeah, I like Shu Shu with big breasts." I said half-jokingly.

"Then you should consider me more." Marceau deliberately lifted up the chest, the messy clothes half-covered, the torn skirt revealing the round thighs, and the shoulder strap of the ng cover slipped down, looking very sultry, "My chest is as big, but the technique is better than her."

"It seems so." I stared at her eyes and said, "But I hope to be in reality, not in a dream. Don't just die, Marceau."

"You little guy ..." Marceau smiled, converging her gestures. She smiled at my eyes and answered seriously: "I won't die so easily."

"Thank you."

"What? This sentence should be what I said." Marceau looked over surprised.

No, I really want to thank you, Marceau. It is your will that makes my actions meaningful.

When the child is still a child, he decides to become a hero. As the child grew older, the fiery heart was cooling. The cruel reality makes children who dream of becoming heroes understand that they cannot save everyone, but at least they can try to save you.

The hero exists to save anything, but if there is no war and death in the world, no sorrow and pain, and no will to save, the hero will cease to exist.

Thank you, Misaki, thank you, Marceau, for saving your dreams.

"I will be your hero."

"I look forward to it. So, my lovely hero, what are you going to do next?" Marceau wrapped up like a beautiful snake, holding her neck with both hands, and the plump curve squeezed my arm. He whispered in his ear, "How do you leave this dream? Same as last time?"

"I plan to see how many rooms with this kind of graffiti." I pointed to the graffiti on the opposite wall and the nick of the room number and said: "It is certain that the festival began, and this dream world expanded. The world outside the psychiatric hospital is being constructed, and I came in from the outside to find you. At least twelve sacrifices are required to complete the sacrifice. I suspect that it is related to this monster in the graffiti room.

"Outside the psychiatric hospital?" Marceau let me go and asked in surprise: "Can we go out? Is there a monster outside?"

"I was outside when I entered the dream this time, but I couldn't get out after entering the psychiatric hospital." I know her thoughts, maybe it's safe to be outside.

Marceau showed a regretful expression, but soon rejuvenated herself, worthy of being a woman capable of killing monsters independently.

"Marceau, do you know where there is such a graffiti room?" I asked.

"There is one." Marceau replied without hesitation. "Go, I will show you."

Marceau picked up the spear and led the way ahead. I advised her to stay. After all, it was hard to say that he would not encounter other monsters along the way. But she said that it would be safer to move with me if you were left alone in the room. She is valued by her, so I can't shirk it.

"I also want to know what monster is in the third graffiti room." She said.

"You didn't open it?"

"Do you think I'm so stupid? A bunch of bugs, a female ghost, a monster that can deform, has enough headaches."

"How did the monster that turned into a human come from?" I asked in surprise.

"Who knows." Marceau looked at me with innocent eyes. "I saw a girl, and I met it when I caught up."

"Girl? I've met it before, I told you." I described the look of the girl I had seen before, and the two of us probably met the same person.

"I also met a boy." I said

"I know that. Unfortunately I didn't see him." Marceau said: "Hopefully I can figure out what is going on. Who are they? What are they doing here?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a goblin in a psychiatric hospital." I said jokingly to relax.

"It's not funny at all."

Along the way, we exchanged information with each other, and by the way, put some saucy words to relax, the dark corridor was too depressed. Originally prepared for encountering monsters, the result reached the destination very smoothly. To my surprise, the new graffiti room was in a female toilet. Although I don't think there are other people besides Marceau and me in this building, I still hesitated to see the female sign on the toilet wall.

Probably because of feelings and emotions, some embarrassing memories emerged from my mind. That was before the fourth grade of primary school. Encouraged by friends at that time, they ran into the women's toilet together and were caught by the young female teacher who was going to the toilet. I can never forget the feeling of stepping on the tail of a tiger when we kicked the toilet door and found that there was someone in it or a teacher we knew well.

It's really a black history that can't be looked back. Since then, my friends and I have been hiding away from the female teacher every day.

"What's wrong?" Marceau noticed that I didn't follow up with Ranwen Fiction Net and couldn't help looking back. "Have you never been in the women's toilet?"

"No ..." I said without confidence.

"Then come in and visit, free of charge." Marceau blinked slyly. "Come on, I won't laugh at you or tell anyone."

"I'm not afraid of you telling others"

"What are you still doing there?"

"I just want to brew my mood."

I made a crappy excuse and walked into the toilet. Alas, it would be nice if there was a cigarette.

Marceau stopped in front of a cubicle. I shook off my awkward memories of the women ’s toilet and cast my gaze over there, and immediately saw the graffiti and nicks on the toilet door.

The number engraved this time is 103. Graffiti is a guy in a woman's skirt fleeing desperately, screaming in horror, and looking back at the monster behind him. This monster is the same as the monster in the previous two graffiti. The blood basin has a big mouth and fangs and teeth. It looks human rather than human. The reason why the victim is called a "guy" is because this person is more like a man in a skirt, and he is a burly man with thick curls on his arms and chest.

"Is this guy abnormal?" Marceau murmured frowning.

I also want to ask this sentence.

A man who was caught by a monster but smirked.

Bald female patient tied to the cross.

A fugitive posing as a woman.

What do these graffiti mean? If these people are sacrifices, then their expressions, dresses, actions and scenes should be meaningful. If I can understand this meaning, I can find other people who may become sacrifices through this law. If I could rewrite these patterns after waking up, I might be able to find out their identity, and then learn about their experience in a mental hospital through other channels. Maybe some of them are acquaintances of Thomas and Engels.

But I can't do it. Too complicated information will become fragmented after waking up. I sometimes hope that I can be smarter.

If Sakuya was here ... Suddenly, I raised this thought, but then interrupted again.

There is a feeling of being watched behind.

Marceau and I turned around and looked back at the entrance to the toilet. The boy in the robe of the patient stood there and stared at me straightly. His eyes were indifferent, without any vitality of life. Like a moving cold body.

"Who are you?" I stared at him as I walked to Marceau, the dagger turning at my fingertips.

The boy did not speak at Ranwen.com, staring at me with a certain power, which made my armpit ooze sweat.

The shadow behind the boy seemed to wriggle. No, it's creeping, it's a large group of bugs

The swarms that were once released in Room 107 rolled in the shadows, the shadows were like a net, they were trying to break free from the black giant net's imprisonment It was his voice.

"Get out." His voice was calm, inorganically cold, and mechanical.

"You haven't answered my question yet." I said.

Suddenly, the worms and monsters broke free of the shackles and flooded in from behind the boy. The standing figure of the boy was like a rock, splitting the black worm wave in half. Without a literary novel, a worm jumped onto his body, but only flowed into the toilet from both sides of him.

I know what to do.

I turned around and threw the dagger into Marceau's hand. Even if I were gone, Quark could protect her. I opened my arms and stared at Marceau's frightened eyes, where I saw not bugs but a stream of golden flames.

In an instant, the burning heat wave hit my back.

"I will come back." I shouted loudly, the world in front of me melted in the light of flame.