Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

180 Peak Apartments

Jung nodded to Engels. Engels set the sound to broadcast mode and pressed the answer button. (Starting novels ~ reading novels online)

Everyone was quiet, leaving only the sound of wind and the breath from the phone.

"Who are you?" Engels asked.

"Good morning, Uncle Engels. It's been a long time since I came back. I just wanted to say hello to you." The voice on the phone said briskly.

"It's Little Schint." Engels suddenly covered his microphone and said to us.

"I don't want to see you, you know why." Engels continued, "You kidnapped Thomas, right? I warn you, it's best to let him go and do your business well."

The other party laughed, and the distorted electronic sound trembled for a while.

"You are still so humorous, Uncle Engels. Thomas is indeed here with me, I think this is enough for us to sit down and talk, how?"

"You know, I have been waiting for you, but I said ten years late." Engels replied quietly.

"No, no, now is just this time, everything has just begun." Little Stern said: "I have already made an appointment with Marseille, ah, have you seen him? He lives in my apartment now, which is great I was really surprised, he actually came back. You know, we have been separated for ten years. Uncle Engels, do n’t you come to a long-lost party? Marseille is quarreling to see his mother , We should talk about Aunt Irene. "

"I don't think so ..."

Engels hadn't finished speaking, but was interrupted by Little Snte.

"You know you don't have a choice for Ranwen.com, Uncle Engels." Little Stern won the ticket and said: "Come to my apartment. Since it was built, you haven't been to Ranwen.com. Do n’t give me a face. Okay, that ’s it, do n’t forget to bring the intelligence bureau friends around you. As the host, we must treat them well, do n’t we? ”

We listened to these words and immediately realized that maybe the other person's person was monitoring nearby, but no matter where our eyes were, there was no doubtful figure in Ranwen.com. There is no good hiding place for Ranwen Fiction Net. If the other party is monitoring with a telescope or other equipment within a few miles, then we are all right.

If the quark is still there, you may still have some ideas, but after leaving the quark in the dream to protect Marceau, you can no longer summon it in reality.

However, there is a possibility that the police here have the other's eyeliner.

Little Stern just hung up the phone, the phone suddenly made a pop, and Engels fell to the ground. Fortunately, he didn't keep it in his hand, because the mobile phone case quickly melted in the eyes, exposing the carbonized circuit board inside. I don't know what the other party did in the mobile phone, just the blink of an eye, it released a shocking heat.

Subsequently, Bach brought the unexpectedly bad news, he had no way to locate the other party's position. If we want to see Little Sint and Thomas, we must do what each other says. The problem is that this is a dangerous trap, because the people who enter the apartment are like being marked as candidates for sacrifices. Once dragged into the nightmare world, the Mageweave messenger who loses his talents and superpowers is just ordinary. Only the elite.

We are all aware of this, Engels's complexion has become very poor, but we all know that this time it is necessary to go.

"It seems that we have to make some preparations." Engels took out his phone and said, "It's okay, the situation is not too bad. We have been fighting for so many years, and if little Stern really has the ability to wipe us out of the net, he has already done that. . "

"I hope so." Fu Jiang said coolly on the side, "I think they didn't pick you up because you are still useful."

Engels gave Fu Jiang an angry look, but she didn't care.

"Shut up, BT." Jung said, "Like Sheriff Engels said, we have to make some preparations." He looked to me and asked, "Crow, the worst case is that we will all fall into a nightmare. , There is the opponent's home court, our power is unavailable, can you handle it? "

"Make it work."

"Very well, in case Locke had to temporarily evacuate the apartment just in case." Jung took out his mobile phone to make a call, and the two teams led by Locke and Pan immediately returned to the apartment headquarters to avoid being taken advantage of by the enemy. Break. Because the opponent is not only a mysterious organization deeply rooted in the local forces, but also a black nest hidden in the dark, in order to give Locke temporary command authority in case. To cope with the small banquet of Little Stern, it is enough for us three.

Engels phoned Bulma and a man named "Wright", with secret words in his speech. The outsider sounded inexplicable, but I think if he had a way to deal with the most dangerous situation in his mind , Undoubtedly still perform the kind of sacrifices in the past.

I can feel that their choice of offerings is not irregular, but this rule does not depend on explicit factors.

However, although Engels agreed to cooperate with us at this time, he did not seem to intend to disclose the materials related to the sacrifice at this time. Perhaps he was afraid of our opposition. Indeed, I do not want them to continue to harm those innocent people. However, even if I pat my chest to guarantee that I can protect them, they will not be able to put all my hope into my hands.

The preparation work was completed within ten minutes, and the four of us took the SUV's off-road vehicle to the hilltop apartment.

"What do you think Young Stern wants to say to you?" Jung asked halfway.

"To be honest, I do n’t know. When the fire broke out, Little Stern was not present. After he left the town, he built the apartment after returning. I have met him very few times over the years, I suspect He knew what was happening in the past, and everyone was afraid that he would retaliate, but apart from building an apartment, he had n’t done anything. ”Engels put his hand next to the car window and turned his head to look at the landscape that was flying backwards. Ca n’t see his expression, but can clearly feel the bleakness and remorse in his tone, “He is after all the son of that man. If he wants to retaliate against us for his father ’s unfinished business, why has it been Didn't Ranran Fiction Net come to us? "

"Maybe what you are doing is exactly what they want to see." Fu Jiang said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Engels looked back in amazement.

"Your method of combating that nightmare world is actually not much different from the method of forming a nightmare world, is it right? You are all using sacrificial rites." Fu Jiang said: "Use your brain's solidified brain to think about it, how could you possibly The opponent ’s home court, defeating them in the opponent ’s way? If I guess well, what you do is apparently preventing the sacrifice, but in essence it is feeding nutrients to the sacrifice, which is tantamount to drinking doves to quench your thirst. "

"This, this is impossible, it won't be like that ..." Although he denies it, Engels's tone is weak. Maybe he didn't think of this possibility without burning literature novel network, but, "In addition to doing so, What else can we do? Even if we do n’t do it, they will do it. ”His voice rose,“ At least, the situation is much better now than it was, is n’t it? ”

"Maybe." Fu Jiang replied noncommittally.

"That's what happened," Engels said sharply. "What can you do? That is the power that should not appear in the world."

"So we have to work together, meet with Little Sent to see if we can dig something out of his mouth. You have to believe us, Mr. Sergeant, as long as there is a clue, we can dig them out. This is our skill. "I gave Engels a breath." You see, we have known a lot of things just two days after we arrived here. This is not what ordinary people can do. The people in front of you are experts. "

"Expert? I hope it's really what you said. I don't know how many of you there are, but I have to remind you that if there is an organization behind the scenes like you said, then their local power must be great. Amazing ... "Speaking of which, Engels' face suddenly turned pale, and he seemed to think of something," Yeah, isn't there only one guy with this power locally? "

"What did you think of? Mr. Engels." Jung asked him interrupting himself.

"Mal Jones family, it must be the Mar Jones family." Engels's face became cruel, his fists squeezed white, and he thumped the door fiercely, "I should have thought of it, Irene @ 玛尔琼斯, that The girl is very weird, all of this is her reason. "

"Isn't the Mar Jones family already decayed?" I asked.

"It's not that we underestimate them, all this has been premeditated. The woman has always missed the glory of the past, wants to revive the glory of the family, does not look at what age is now, and consciously superior. Only those stupid people "I will like that kind of woman," Engels said, covering his face in pain. "God, that family must have been deceived by the devil and made a deal with the demon."

No matter what the "demon" in his mouth meant, he said it to my heart. If the mysterious organization comes from the Mar Jones family, then what has happened so far becomes reasonable. Whether the psychiatric boy Sauron is a prophet or not, for the time being, there must be a prophet in the Mar Jones family. This is like a **** or nightmare planting a seed called the "Tianmen Project" many years ago. This seed took root and germinated over time, becoming a key puzzle for the end of the world.

"I may know what little Sint wants." Engels said suddenly: "They may already know that the key thing is in the hands of Bulma, they think they may get the thing at any time, but they are absolutely impossible to pry Open Bulma's mouth. Because we knew what kind of woman Bulma was, she chose to keep it. Even if they caught Thomas as a threat now, Bulma would not compromise, she was such a tough and stubborn woman. "

"Little Stern knows Bulma, will he not do anything in vain?" I said.

"Yes, what they want is probably the same as yours." Engels glanced at us blankly. "The place where the ceremony was held has been transferred by us. Little Stern hasn't found it all these years. He certainly hasn't Find it, it is not a place that can be found casually, otherwise we will not be able to live now. Only me and Sauron know where it is, and he knows that we will not tell him when he dies. "The more he said, the more excited and confident he wrote again To his face, "I understand that their current sacrifice is also incomplete. We didn't fail to burn the fiction net back then. The unexpected fire caused them to lose too much."

Engels's speculation fits well with the current situation, and the other party's ability is not small, but the actions of these years seem to be described only as a "missing device". But something must have happened to shake the balance these days, so they decided to let it go.

"Why are you coming back? Thomas" Engels muttered to himself: "If you don't come back, we can keep going."

I can't answer his question. Perhaps, Thomas's return is a matter that has been decided in the past, and perhaps it is just one of the tiny factors that disrupt the balance. These factors continue to accumulate to produce a destructive chain reaction. In any case, we now only have to face the fact that the ritual is inevitable.

There is only one road leading to the apartment on the top of the mountain. The car climbed slowly in the wind. The scenery along the way awakened the memories of nightmares in my mind. Everything here, except that the mental hospital has been turned into an apartment, is hardly different from the scene in those days. In the nightmare, the clouds of the wind, the jungle, and the sky are still, shrouded in thick fog-like darkness. In reality, all this is alive, bright and green. From the cracks of the treetops, I saw the quiet and gloomy corner of the cemetery-the place that Locke once mentioned, buried the people who died in the fire that year .

But I know that, ten years ago, when the psychiatric hospital was still there, it was already there. Perhaps under the cold soil, the **** secret was buried.

We got off the car and looked up at the apartment building more than 20 meters high. This was the first time I was so close to it. In the nightmare, the spacious and dilapidated courtyard and the depressing red brick building have disappeared for many years. Instead, it is a castle-shaped building with a curved wall and towers on both sides arching a large lawn, lawn There are amusement facilities such as sand ponds and slides on one side, and a swing is tied to the branch of a large tree. Many children chasing and playing on the lawn under the bright sunlight, appearing alive.

Behind the castle is a blue sky full of transparent texture. The clouds in the sky pass by in a heavy gesture, casting huge shadows on the castle and the lawn. Yellow leaves and white flying fluttering in the wind.

All this seems to have come out of the oil painting masterpieces handed down from the past.

The car was parked in front of a large iron gate similar to a mental hospital. On the wall next to the door was the words "hilltop apartment", slogans and long-term rental advertisements. Probably because of the daytime, the iconic clock tower did not show the kind of blue ghost fire in the novel.

"It's a weird place." Fu Jiang broke his silence.

Although it is an oil painting generally beautiful Taobao women's Tmall Taobao Mall Taobao women's winter coat m scenery. But these alternations of light and shadow, the vicissitudes of vitality and decadence, the confrontation between bright and gloomy, all give people an unnatural feeling, as if there are always two incompatible forces torn here, whether day or night No one side of Ranwen Fiction Network has the upper hand. But it is also this contradictory beauty that attracts countless visitors to visit here.

To be honest, if you rule out the dangers you will face, I am also full of admiration and appreciation for this kind of scenery.

We were about to enter, but some acquaintances came out first. Ordinary clothes, wearing glasses, and a little thin figure, at first glance this person is a nerd, full of the taste of a student brother. Who else is Irene ’s son Marseille?

"Hi, Marseille." I stopped him.

Marseille saw me with a surprised expression on his face, and then a friendly smile.

"Good morning, Crow." He walked over here, his face looking good, much better than the gloomy boy I saw in front of the Bulma fast food restaurant.

"It looks like you are in a good mood. Did you find your mother?" I asked casually.

"I haven't burned a novel yet, but I have a hunch, it's almost fast." Marseille said excitedly: "Your friend is very powerful and gave me many useful suggestions."

"Ah, Locke?"

Marseille nodded.

"They are really capable." I said: "Last time you said that you saw your mother at the lakeside pier. I plan to go there again later. Do you want to come together?"

"No problem, I have been there a few times recently, but I haven't met her, but I believe she must be alive," Marseille said excitedly.

Poor Marseille, his mother may really be alive, but just changed into another form. However, what on earth did he see about Irene? I can't help but wonder if that phantom is also a trap ~ www.readwn.com ~ A lot of people have ideas on him. But now it seems that he had a good life, and this time, he will also attend the little Sint's party. In this way, he will learn more things. What exactly did Young Sint want to get him?

"Have you seen Little Sint? The owner of this apartment." I asked.

"Brother Siente? I received his call, and he said he would come back today." Marseille said, looking away at Fu Jiang, Jung and Engels. "Hey, Uncle Engels, how have you been? Brother Ente said you would come over ... Ah, are you the guest he said? Are you all? "He instantly understood it, his face surprised.

"Let me introduce you." I dragged him to Fujiang, "She is my fiancee."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Marseille." Marseille was stared by Fu Jiang, his movements and expression were a bit unnatural.

"You can call me Bit, Crow told me about you." Fu Jiang nodded with a polite smile.

I introduced Jung to him again, and now he seemed more restrained. Fu Jiang and Jung both have temperaments that are obviously different from ordinary people.