Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

182 Misty World 2

Even if I pointed it with a gun, Young Stern always seemed to have the fearless attitude. Sailing Novels ~ Reading Novels Online ----

-] Free text update! (Starting novels ~ Watch novels) I think he is betting that I dare not shoot, if I shoot, it will alarm Marseille. For Marseille, Little Sent was his loved one. Does he think we do n’t want to be an enemy of Marseille? Or maybe he wants Marseille to no longer trust us? But on the other hand, I do n’t think it ’s just that. I want to give it a try, besides Marseille, what else can he rely on.

This is a way of thinking. If Young Stern is dead, it proves that he may not be the focus of this incident. If he is, then his death is our victory. Conversely, if he lives in Jedi, we can find out the power behind him.

I looked at Fu Jiang, and I knew we had a spirit in my heart, and she could read my thoughts from my eyes. As expected, she nodded gently.

"If I say no? What are you going to do? Kill me? Threate me? Torture me?" Little Stern's tone was confident and full of mockery: "Can you do it?"

"Do you want to try it?" I whispered in his ear. "I count three times. If you don't take out something useful, I will open a scoop on your forehead."

"Try it. I'm a businessman and I don't do loss-making business." Little Sent said indifferently: "You know, even if I die, it won't affect our plan. And, you dare to kill in front of Marseille me?"

"I'm not sure about this, sometimes I have to bet on it." I buckled the hammer from the left wheel and pressed it firmly on the back of his head. "Go, one"

Little Sent remained motionless.

"two"

Only the sound of the wind blowing over the treetops.

"three"

The world seems to be still.

I pulled the trigger and the gunshot shattered the silent world. I could clearly see the blood flower blooming on the young Stern's head. His body was like a puppet off the line, and he fell forward softly to the ground.

The echo of the gunfire gradually subsided, and a pool of blood stains spread on the soft soil and leaves. I sniffed the smell of smoky smoke from the gun and stared at the small stern's body, was he just killed by me? However, if he died like this, it would only prove that he was not a vital person. Even if Jiangsu in his body woke up and eroded his body, he could not get any key information. What's more, Jiang didn't seem interested in this guy's novel.

"Something is wrong." Fu Jiang said suddenly, "too quiet."

I also noticed that it seemed that after the gunshot, the air surrounding us changed in a way that was unclear.

Fu Jiang's eyes crossed my shoulders and cast in the direction of the cemetery. She said: "Marseille is gone."

I looked back. There was indeed no figure in front of the tombstones of Erin and Munch. In such a short time, even if Marseille noticed our behavior, it would not be possible to escape too far. There is something wrong here. Thinking about it, my eyes suddenly become dark, as if the time has passed so fast that the sun quickly sinks towards the other side of the ridge. I lifted my head and found that the clear sky did not know when it was covered with dark clouds. The huge shadow came not only from the sky, but also from the mist that gradually diffused in the woods.

These mists are becoming thicker, like the ashes after being burned. Then, I smelled the fireworks, and I don't know where the fire was ignited. The gloomy sky seemed to be thrown into the stove. There is no literary novel net wind, but the cold and the hot are mixed.

Fu Jiang came over and stood with me back to back, looking around alertly. Except for our own voice, this world seems so quiet that it has lost its life.

A kind of audible voice suddenly came from my feet, and Fu Jiang and I immediately looked at where the voice came from. Small Sent ’s body still crawled to the ground, but his pierced head creaked like a puppet and turned 180 degrees. The white blood in the blood flowed down the bridge of the nose. Weird eyes stared at me.

"I said, you can't do it, I won't die." His eyes opened wide, his ridiculous mouth cracked almost to the roots of his ears, and he looked extremely terrible, losing his shape, "Wandering in a nightmare Right, stupid soul. "

After all, there seemed to be a gust of wind, and my body didn't feel blown away, but this corpse was blown away by the wind just like sand.

Now we know why little Stern has no fear, what supports him is the power of the Tianmen project. They did n’t waste the time of the decade. In the information we collected, only the sacrifices will enter the nightmare world, but now, it seems that Little Stern has mastered this power.

I don't know when he moved his hands and feet, recalling his behavior before the bullet hit, he just stood there without any special language and manners of Ranwen.com.

But as he said, we have fallen into a nightmare world. Everything around me is rapidly transforming into the environment I am familiar with. This transition is so smooth, like an accelerated evolution. I looked at my hands, not only the magic lines, but even the left wheel in my hands did not know when it disappeared. When I looked at Fu Jiang again, she had no scars on her face and her chest became richer. It seems that Fu Jiang has not realized that she is now not the body of the lady official of Doomsday Truth, but her original posture.

Nostalgic look.

"What's the matter? Achuan." She was puzzled. "Is something wrong with me?" She looked down at herself and immediately noticed the matter. Her hands fumbled hesitantly on her body, thighs, chest, face ... and then a surprised look appeared on her face.

"I ... changed back?"

"Maybe in this spiritual world, everyone will appear in her most realistic posture." I guess.

"This is really great." Fu Jiang shook his neck and clenched his fists, making the sound of rubbing the bones. "To be honest, I am tired of that body. Unfortunately, under normal circumstances, personality Only relying on it can exist. "

"Can't you come back? A Jiang."

I know she understands what I mean. After Fu Jiang got the body of the lady official of Doomsday Truth, she has become a completely independent existence, but when can this independence be maintained? If the body dies, can Fu Jiang's personality still exist?

"This is just an experiment. Rest assured, Achuan, all mature personalities have backups." Fu Jiang shrugged and said, "The most important thing now is how can we leave this ghost place."

"It's not clear yet, I think this nightmare is a bit unusual." My eyes fell deep in the thick fog, leading to the mental hospital. "Some things, I have to confirm."

"Then it will take some time." Fu Jiang picked up a branch from the ground and broke it hard. The branch broke off. "It seems to be a little different from the dream you mentioned before."

As she noticed, our location is outside the mental hospital. In the dream of last night, these places appear to be in a state of stillness, like a background that has not yet been completed, but now it has become vivid. Is this the perfection of the ritual, or is the world at this time not a continuation of last night's nightmare? To verify this, I must return to the mental hospital.

I tried to summon quark, but there was no response from Ranwen.com. After losing the magic pattern, my telepathy and it seemed to be completely cut off. Now we have no weapons in our novels. The only comforting thing is that the body in this spiritual world is still strong.

Fu Jiang and I each folded a sturdy branch to serve as a weapon. We did not have the tool for burning novels, so we could not process this original weapon like we did in the illusion of doomsday.

The gray mist was more intense, and the outline of the mental hospital could no longer be seen. To avoid getting lost in the dense fog, we decided to return to the cemetery and follow the pebble path to the mental hospital.

When we returned to the cemetery, we found that the pebble path disappeared and was replaced by a natural mud path that was created by being trampled by people. The cemetery is no longer organized. It seems that no one has managed it for a long time. The rough tombstones and crosses are slanting to the west, and weeds are everywhere, like a mass grave.

The tombstones of Irene, Munch, and Sent also disappeared, replaced by a wooden cross from a deceased person, wiped off the black mud shell above, and you will find that there is no name left on it. It seems that it has changed back to what it was ten years ago. In this way, perhaps the other graves were buried, not the deceased.

We patrolled the cemetery for a while and found many empty graves. The dirt piled up on the side, and there were no corpses in it. Some even did not even have caskets. I do n’t know if they were unfinished or were dug out. The heavy fog gradually stabilized to a degree, and only a hazy outline remained in the scenery ten meters away. We were about to leave, and the sky suddenly fell and rained. Thunder and lightning suddenly cut through the sky, and suddenly in the bright thick fog, a figure in front rushed into the woods, and there was a tumult of commotion.

Because of the mist, there is no Ranwen Novel Network to see if the other person we know, nor the gender and age, but it can be heard from the commotion, and the person looks extremely panicked.

Maybe it's someone like us who is trapped in a nightmare.

"Hey wait," I cried, but the man didn't seem to hear it, and the sound of movement gradually went away.

"Catch up?" I suggested.

Fu Jiang nodded and we rushed into the woods carefully. At first I was worried about getting lost, so I moved along the natural trail, but after a certain distance, the natural trail that was stepped on by people also disappeared. When I went back, I only saw a silhouette of a shadowy tree hidden in the mist, and I couldn't see the cemetery. The rain was gradually getting bigger, breaking through the cover of the treetops, and making a heavy and dense flapping sound. We were soaked all over, the clothes sticking to our bodies were very uncomfortable, and the ground became muddy and slippery because of the soaking.

The sound of the man's running has long disappeared, and the memory of the direction has become blurred. After walking for a while, there are still woods and rocks around him, and there is no sign of returning to the avenue. No matter how cautious, we are finally lost. Everything in the woods is lazy, only thunder and rain surround us, and the scenes ten meters away are hidden in darkness and haze, only brightened by the occasional lightning.

There are no monsters and humans attacking us, but we ca n’t find a way to leave. It turns like a headless fly. There are similar monotonous scenery everywhere. I start to feel tired, not from, but from spirit. I think we are going in the right direction. Judging from the sloped terrain, you will reach the mental hospital when you walk up, and you will enter the town when you walk down. This is not wrong. But we can't leave this forest anyway. We clearly know that the mental hospital is over there, but the distance between the hospital, the town and the cemetery seems to expand invisibly.

For a while, we observed whether the surrounding scenery was the same, and then left inscriptions on the tree trunks and rocks, so that we could determine whether we were spinning in place. However, it is regrettable that we never found traces of what we once left. Just when I was discouraged, Fu Jiang suddenly found something and accelerated his pace.

I hurriedly followed behind her and came to an inward cave.

"Hide here from the rain." She suggested.

I also felt that I could not toss this way, so I entered the cliff cave with her. This cave can accommodate two people, and the depth of the depression is only one meter, but there is a rock on the top of the head that runs out, blocking the rain like an eave. Fu Jiang and I each took off the wet clothes on my body and wringed them dry. I felt that the touch of the clothes was a bit hard. I couldn't help but to find it. I accidentally found a crumpled photo in my pocket.

I quickly unfolded the photo, which was the one Irene had seen in the psychiatric hospital. A fiery embraced me from behind, and I clearly felt the fullness squeezing my back.

"Isn't this photo in the hands of the optician?" Fu Jiang said doubtfully.

I turned the picture over, and then wrote the same on the face: Who can see the true self? That is an abominable demon. ——Eileen @Mar Jones, 1983.

This photo has also appeared in my previous nightmares. I have always been confused and have another meaning, but what does it represent?

I turned the picture back to the front again, trying to find clues that might be hidden in it. I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion, Irene in the photo seems to be getting younger.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at the woman in the picture with my eyes widening as the lightning cut through the thick clouds.

It's not an illusion, she is indeed getting younger, and she is getting younger at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. After a while, that face has changed from mature to green, and turned into a girl in the flower season.

As if he could no longer bear the friction of going back in time, the photo suddenly burned from the upper right corner. I wanted to extinguish this flame, but in the blink of an eye, the flames engulfed the whole picture, forcing me to let go.

The photo turned into fly ash in mid-air, swept by the wind, and a swarm of ashes swarming in one direction. Perhaps it is an illusion. I always feel that the whereabouts of the ashes are not accidental. I pulled up Fujiang and didn't want to put on my clothes, so I ran in the direction of the ashes.

When the ash completely disappeared in the wind, a dragon-like outline appeared faintly in the fog in front. With the help of the flash of thunder, we saw clearly that it was a highway. In front of us, there was a man standing under the stop sign of the highway. The man turned his back to us and didn't know what he was staring at. It seemed like a stone statue, which seemed very dull, but I didn't admit it wrongly, it was indeed a living human being.

Fu Jiang and I quickly put on our coats and hurried over there. We did not conceal our actions, and even deliberately made moving sounds on puddles and broken branches, but the man was deaf and his body didn't move at all. As the distance drew closer, I began to feel that the back was somewhat familiar, as if it was a male I knew.

"Hey" I shouted at the man.

He did not understand the network of novels.

I clapped my hands on his shoulders, and he jumped forward in an electric shock. When I turned around, the thin, pale face was so frightened that I almost cried out, but I put the palm in my mouth. Make a hoarse noise.

"You ..." The man stared at my face, his expression calmed down for a while, and the palm was also taken out of his mouth, gasping heavily, "Oh, it's you. God, don't scare me."

"I've called you already." I looked at him and said in confusion: "Excuse me, have we seen it somewhere?"

The man was stunned for a while, he looked down at himself, and then turned his attention to Fu Jiang, and the color of doubt appeared in the deep eye sockets.

"You are from the Intelligence Service, right?" His eyes turned back to me and said, "I'm Thomas."

He said this ~ www.readwn.com ~ I immediately connected his facial features with Thomas in his impression. Because of the rain, his messy hair became docile, a big beard in his mouth was gone, and he was dressed neatly, so he could not be recognized at the beginning. However, at this time Thomas's sunken eye socket was not only decadent, but also a nervous panic. It makes me think that he can still talk to us normally is a miracle. What did he encounter?

"Sorry, you are not the same as when you last met." I said, "What are you doing here? Thomas."

"I should ask you this sentence." Thomas cried in surprise. "Why are you here?"

Before I could answer, Fu Jiang suddenly shoved my shoulder and motioned me to look at where Thomas looked before. I looked in the direction of Fu Jiang ’s fingers and saw a long, deep bottom cut off the side of the highway, which means that we cannot go down the mountain unless we re-enter the jungle.

"What's going on?" I looked at Thomas. He also looked sad, but I think he knew what was going on.

My eyes fell on the stop sign beside me, and I saw it read: Hilltop Mental Hospital, 1500 meters.