Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Those tortures that seemed to come from the depths of **** almost exhausted my patience. I just felt that there was a anger in my heart that could not be vented, because this anger was not directed against others, but myself. (Advertising free ~ Reading network) I can't make a choice in the confrontation of the soul. Although I know that this confrontation is meaningless, and there is no reason for burning novels, I will never cling to this kind of thing, but I don't know suddenly What's going on, this question is turned into a steel needle, and it can't be escaped anyway.

I understand, I understand that this is not Misaki's fault.

It must be what happened to me that made me think this way. This is not my original intention, but a certain will imposed on me.

Yeah, what is the difference between the current me and the previous me, and the difference between today's me and yesterday's me ...

I lifted my left wrist and stared at the third-level magic pattern. Its normal state is no different from that of Ranwen.com. However, if this torture of the end does not come from my will, it may only come from the will lodged in the magic pattern.

Is this a god, or a demon's test on me? Will every Mageweave messenger bear the torture of this soul at some point?

In the morning light, the magic lines flowed with a faint gray luster. The voice was still lingering, but when I stared intently at the magic lines, the feeling of the storm and the waves gradually subsided, only passing the treetops as briskly as the wind.

It seems to be saying: Humans, are you looking forward to the end?

I stood in front of the window for a long time. When I closed my eyes, the warm sunlight still brightened my eyes. I listened to the wind passing through my ears, the chanting of the birds, and the martial arts. The Holy King made the sacred king to kill the **** seal throne at night. Qiu Ao Nine Chongtian strongest abandoned young Da Zhou royalty martial Qiankun will kill God God Seal Throne Qiu Mo Ao Nine Chongtian strongest abandoned young Da Zhou royal family God will kill God God Seal Throne night Abandoning the smell of water mist from the distant Pinghu Royal Family, it seems that there is a spring flowing in the soul. The sound of bowls and scoops came from the kitchen, and the smell of breakfast diffused.

I suddenly felt happy.

If there is no doomsday novel website, maybe the people I love will feel the martial arts, the king of heaven, the holy king, the sacred king, the night kill the god, the throne of the god, the night, the god, the god, the throne, and the strongest abandoned the young and big week. 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 Pray that the Ao Nineth Heaven will be the strongest to abandon the young Zhou dynasty to such happiness. It will not be frightened by the coming of the end, nor will it be displaced by the coming of the end. Ah, what a beautiful scene, even if there is no me in it.

As if in the immersive happiness, there was a sorrow in my heart, and tears could not help but shed. Sadness flows into tears, and only a touch of happiness is left in my heart, just like the calm and beautiful morning gems. The mist and sparkling waves rising from the lake .

Yes, I think I can answer.

If you can choose ...

"Achuan?" Fu Jiang's voice came from the stairs.

I turned my head and realized the tears on my face and quickly wiped it with my hand.

"You are crying." Fu Jiang's face is full of confusion: "Why cry? Achuan."

"It's nothing, but the eyes are pierced by the sun." I sneered.

"You are lying, you know, no netizens can lie to me." Fu Jiang came to me, grabbed my shoulders, and stared at my blinking eyes, "I feel your sorrow, tell me ,what's going on?"

"A Jiang, do you like the end?" I just asked.

"Why not?" Fu Jiang's answer seemed unexpected, but reasonable, "Isn't it interesting?"

"However, if there is no end to Ranwen Fiction Net, maybe you will be happier than now."

"Maybe, who knows?" Fu Jiang seemed very uncomfortable with this statement. "Maybe that may or may not, but I still think that life is too boring. I like the life now, don't you ? Achuan. "

I can't answer her. The current life is full of excitement, which makes many people suffer from sorrow and pain, and the future is also full of despair and insignificance, but if you say that you don't like it at all, then it must be a lie. The problem is that if I admit that I like it, it makes me feel that my happiness is above the pain of others. Therefore, I cannot frankly say that I like my life now.

But this is my life now, isn't it? Gao Chuan, you have no choice for Ranwen.com. I told myself that.

"I love you, A Jiang. I still love many people, those who are still alive, and those who have died." I said to Fu Jiang: "I hope to be with you forever, I am very happy to meet them, this Is my happiness. "

"I am the same." Fu Jiang hugged me in his arms. "Without the choice of Ranwen Fiction Net, it is not always a bad thing. Don't make a choice, this is a happy thing. I will accompany me whenever I want By your side. I just want to tell you that I am very happy when you are together. "

"I know, I know ..." I hugged Fu Jiang, and I just felt like I had gone through a cycle of suffering, and my throat was so choked that I couldn't make a sound.

I can still hear the sound of the breeze in my head, maybe it will never disappear, and in some days in the future, whenever I am alone, it will continue to torture my soul. But I'm not afraid anymore. I won't try to ignore it, but I also know that I don't have to resist it. Sometimes, silence is the best answer.

Life is unfair to everyone, and there is no reason for burning novels, and the ground is muddy. But everyone has different ways to step over the thorny thorns in front of them. Don't be afraid of being stung all over the body, roar loudly or silently, as long as you move forward firmly, you will get out of your way.

The voice that tortured myself might be the voice of the devil, or perhaps his own voice. Perhaps, having it is a pain because it makes a person have to see himself clearly, but without it, he will never be aware of those precious and happy things for himself.

Those wishes and self-esteem sometimes seem ridiculous, but at least they support me not to fall.

I have a very important and urgent thing to do, and I want to tell Sakuya in the bathroom immediately. I hugged Fu Jiang hard and let her rush into the kitchen. I could n’t see Sakuya. There was no one in the kitchen. I saw that the toilet door was closed, but I did n’t think of anything, and suddenly pulled it hard. Miyaki sat on the toilet, his **** receded on his calf, his face staring at me with a shocked expression on his face.

"I have something to tell you." I looked directly at her eyes and said aloud to her.

"Why, what?" Sakuya's voice trembled a little.

I took a deep breath.

"I want to be a hero because I love you so much, and I hope you are happy." I said: "Maybe I can't choose who I want to be, but at least, I will definitely protect you."

"Oh ... oh. Thank you, Achuan." Miyaki said sleepily, suddenly, his face flushed, his head hung on his chest, his face was suddenly covered with his hands, his shoulders were shaking, his voice Mosquitoes are generally small, "How long will you stand there, you?"

When she said that, I realized that I was staring at a girl going to the toilet. The eruptive mood suddenly froze, and my mind was blank. I took a step back silently and helped her close the toilet door. When the door lock sounded tightly closed, my body suddenly lost all my energy and had to rely on the door to slide and sit on the ground.

Miyaki's appearance and expression sitting on the toilet came out in front of her eyes, and a scorching air rushed into my heart, cheeks, forehead and ear roots, and it seemed that my hair was scorched. Gao Chuan, what did you do? It's really stupid, stupid, shameless. The voice of embarrassment echoed in my mind. I covered my eyes, and I really didn't know how to face Sakuya later, just got to the ground and forget it.

"It seems that something interesting happened." Fu Jiang snuggled beside the kitchen door, looking at him with a weird expression on his face, "I'm jealous, Achuan, you have never been so intense towards me."

"Let me go, A Jiang." I smiled bitterly, who knows what crazy he is doing.

Until after eating breakfast, Miyaki shut herself up in the toilet and did not come out. I feel that if I continue to stay in the house, Sakuya may not come out all day long. Fu Jiang and I had to take a step forward. When we arrived at the headquarters of the villa, we were still half an hour away from normal work hours.

Fu Jiang and I copied out the inferences in the notebook in our office. These materials are extra and very important. We will discuss them later in the meeting. As for the information from Thomas, Jung will sort it out. Someone knocked on the door a few times, and I remember that the door was not on the Ranwen Novel Gateway. Looking back, it turned out to be Bach.

"You guys are here early." His eyes were dark, and he should have stayed up late, but his spirits looked good.

"You don't look very good." I said honestly, "Did you not sleep last night?"

"You told me to screen out the names in the diary and conduct a cross search with the local criminal files to find similar characteristics of the deceased." He said: "I have done it, the information is here."

With that said, he took a copy from the portfolio. I hurried over and opened it to see.

"I don't think there's anything to do about it. I don't have much to dig into. The blood type, birthday, life experience and career structure of these people are very messy. Even if there are some close ones, there is nothing to doubt about Ranwen. If they are sacrifices, maybe anyone can. "

As Bach said, the archives that these people can find are not regular. They are ordinary people, including businessmen, civilians, criminals, and patients. They come either for local tourism or for convalescence. Criminals are also ordinary prisoners, there are also thieves, petty killers, and drug abusers. They are regarded as mentally ill. After being sentenced by the county government, they were escorted to a mental hospital ten years ago. These people did not appear after the fire. It is unclear whether they were killed in the fire.

Everything is too normal.

This is also true of the deceased who appeared in the past ten years, and there is no regular feature that may be associated with "sacrifice".

"Are all here?" I asked.

"There are still some things I can't find out, maybe it's a tramp or something." Bach rubbed his temples with his thumb and looked tired. "I think the so-called sacrifice is actually random. That is to say, who It ’s okay. The law may not be on them, but on the ritual itself. Moreover, the fire destroyed the data very cleanly. If we say that they modified the victims in some way to meet the requirements of the sacrifice, we I do n’t know what they did. "

"No matter what is done, it is a spiritual and psychological transformation." I am very sure about this.

"Mental and psychological devastation of patients in psychiatric hospitals is too easy." Bach smiled bitterly. "The messengers behind the scene are very savvy. They may have expected to transfer themselves to a dark place with a fire. I I do n’t know who destroyed the mental hospital.

"I have a little information here, I think you can refer to it." I glanced at Fu Jiang, and she came over and handed the hot material that she had just copied to Bach.

Without saying a word, Bach stood by the door and read. At first he glanced aside, then turned back, jumped and looked at a few places carefully, his face gradually became surprised, and his brows could not help but wrinkle.

"How credible is this document?" He asked, looking up at me.

"I don't know, I'm not as professional as you." I shrugged. "I believe in my judgment. But if I have a lot of confidence, I really can't assert that it must be correct. I just put what I saw, heard Write down what you think. The rest will come to you experts. "

"Oh, my God," Bach's expression became more and more distressed. "I'm just a computer expert. Let's leave this to Jung and Locke."

"Everyone will do. If Jung says yes, that would be great. But I think it is possible to prove the identity of several people now."

"Girls, boys and pale faces, Erin, Munch, Sauron and Sent?" Bach also noticed: "We don't have any pictures of Erin when I was a kid, but I can use the relevant software to look back. In the same way, after setting certain conditions, we can get the appearance of Munch and Stern in certain situations. As for Sauron, his information in the psychiatric hospital has also been destroyed, and we have not been able to find his Identity, like he suddenly emerged from the mountain. "

"I think you can conduct a large-scale search according to the description in the data. Lock his appearance and age."

"Do you know how many mentally ill boys like this description are across Europe? Maybe his information is not in the file at all."

"Can you tell his nationality? Where is he like?" I said.

"These questions, shepherd dogs and magicians are better than me." Bach replied.

Shepherd dogs are said to be agents, and magicians are veterans of world tour performances. They have visited many places and have seen different national customs. Judging the origin of these people based on their appearance, behavior, and clothing characteristics is their specialty. Bach told me that in the past two days, they played publicly to identify the host and guest identity, hometown and nationality in the apartment on the top of the mountain. Also popular.

"Okay, I'll wait until the meeting starts," I said.

"Do you think Jung will pass this information?" Bach stared at me suspiciously.

"Of course, only me can enter that dream here." I said without doubt: "And you have said that it is not difficult to confirm the identity of the three ghosts."

At the last second of the regular meeting, Sakuya hurriedly lowered her head into the meeting room. My eyes touched her, and the steam that felt embarrassed immediately froze. She sat down beside Bajing, and the unnatural flushing on her face was immediately noticed by the other party, and Bajing gave me a sensitive look.

I felt her eyes fall on me, and I pretended not to know, staring at the information in my hand, not to mention how nervous I was. I don't want this embarrassing thing to be known to others. What makes me a little relieved is that Misaki is not a girl who will tell others about this kind of thing.

The content of the report is not the same as what I talked about in the nightclub last night, but the focus of the meeting is still the dream content I compiled. For my inference, others have not commented on Ranwen.com, but as I expected, Jung asked Bach to confirm the identity of the three of girls, boys and pale faces.

"Crow, don't try to infer those in the dream from the performance of those in the future." Jung reminded: "If this dream is really a product of the Tianmen plan, and those things in the dream are the so-called thoughts, then they Twisted already. "

"According to the appearance described by the crow, although it is not yet possible to determine who the prototype of the monster is, the boy of Sauron may be German." The collie and the magician glanced at each other and said quite tacitly.

"German?" Locke repeated.

"Obviously German."

"German boy, 14 or 5 years old at the time of the incident, his family background should be good. The history of mental illness can also be preliminarily inferred from the diary he left behind. Although his information in the mountaintop mental hospital was burned down ~ www.readwn.com ~ but Since it is a mental patient, perhaps staying in other mental hospitals, the file should not be difficult to find. "Dada said.

"Okay, I will try my best. The last screening item is the transfer certificate, okay?" Bach said.

"Trouble you, Bach." Jung nodded. "So, Locke, Marceau said he was outside the apartment and was hijacked by the taxi leaving the apartment. Do you have any impressions about the taxi and the driver? He Maybe it ’s a tenant of the apartment, and he ’s from the town, and he has a good personal relationship with Young Steen. ”

"Do you suspect that he is part of that mysterious organization?" Locke looked at Jung.

Jung didn't speak at Ranwen.com, but just watched the materials in his hands silently.

"Well, if the crow's information is 100% correct, we can at least think that the control of the dream is not in the hands of the same person." Locke analyzed: "That is, assuming that the boy is Sauron, then ten In the past, the townspeople dominated by Sauron and Engels and the Monk and Sent who carried out the Tianmen project ... and the mysterious organization's struggle has continued in the dream. This can explain why during this decade, the small The town was calm on the surface, because the battle was transferred from reality to the spiritual world. "V