Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

185 doors

Elegant and spacious courtyard with clean exterior, filled with depressive red brick building, mysterious and elegant clock tower, manicured lawns, flowerbeds and trees, no matter what color it is, there is no hint of warmth as if it is covered A layer of deep winter frost is daunting. (Starting novels ~ Reading novels on the net) The squally rain and the fogging fog stopped in front of the wall. No matter how noisy they raged, they could not enter the world behind the wall. The view there seemed to be just a three-dimensional background that could not be touched. The cold body in the painting.

If it is just a scenario, this mental hospital is too different from what I saw in the nightmare world last night.

However, the large iron door on the outer wall of the courtyard was gone. No, it should be said that it was replaced by a more bizarre and huge door-like thing.

Both the width and height are twice the original courtyard iron gate. When it comes into view, almost everyone is dumbfounded. It is difficult to describe the psychological impact of this door on people. It looks so sturdy and heavy, it seems to be made of a whole iron plate, a whole rusted iron plate, the more unusual thing is that these rust traces show a fuchsia luster in lightning, they are not fixed, non-stop The ground wriggled in a thick posture, reminiscent of flowing magma, or groups of fire ants.

Deceptive shapes.

This mysterious door awakened my recent memory.

I also saw this gate in the huge underground labyrinth where the advent of the advent and defensive battle in the advent circuit, and in the altar of the four knights of the apocalyptic religious seal in the past. For a moment, I seemed to see the dead Billy standing in front of the door, his guns spinning between his fingers, chewing on the cynical smile and staring at me.

I seemed to witness his death again. No, it was I who murdered him. I opened my eyes and the figure disappeared like a bubble. A heavy, unforgettable emotion was moving in the nerve like an electric current. I felt my tongue dry and my stomach felt sour.

I used to touch my left eye habitually, but I only touched the cold glasses frame, and the left eye didn't have the feeling of activeness from the literary novel network.

Jiang did not wake up. It was completely unaffected by this phantom.

Although the two doors are so similar, there are still differences. Because if it was just the door of the past, perhaps these ordinary people would not be so terrified. This door standing in front of the mental hospital is more crude and evil than the one in the underground labyrinth, and it gives people more visual impact. The traces of rust flowing look like some kind of mysterious rough lines, and like swirling teeth, gnawing at human limbs.

Yes, I did not read it wrongly. It is indeed eating people. Compared with the same door that used to eat people in the past, eating is more greedy and uncultivated, like a vulgar beast. The human head, body and limbs emerge from the door surface from different positions and stretch out, ruminating, swallowed and spit out continuously, the blood flows down the lines and is covered by the rolling rust without touching the ground .

In addition, there is a hat-like machine above the door. The wire is deeply inserted into the door body and connected to the door's pattern. The material of this machine is rough, the parts are stupid and huge, and there is no shell of the literary novel net. The conduction and circuit structure are all exposed, and they continue to roar, just like a rough and inferior product.

There is a continuous flow of material into the machine via the catheter. After some processing by the machine, it is sent to the hat machine on the other side. The tube hanging from the hat-shaped machine on that side is connected to a cylinder. The tank contains an unknown gray-black liquid, which seems to be tumbling as it boils, and overflows from the side of the tank like a steam but a heavier gray gas.

And dominating this series of mechanisms is a group of guys in black robes, there are more than twenty, should be human, but just look like the medieval evil wizard described in the story, face hidden in a pointed hood , Can't see the facial features.

The gruesome gate, the weird machine, the weird crowd. For a while, I really doubted whether I ran into a different time and space.

These black-robed people didn't understand us, or rather didn't have the time. They carry out the work at hand in an orderly manner, and are divided into three groups according to the division of labor.

A group of people is in charge of controlling the machine at the big tank, and one of them uses a long stick to stir in the tank. When these two people turned their limbs and heads, if the electric light happened to shine, they would see the part hidden in the hood-not a human face, with outlines of facial features, but it looked like they were wearing a mask.

The group with the largest number of people lined up in front of the big tank. The guy who arrived in front of the tank took out a mass of gelatinous material and handed it to the black robe who was responsible for stirring the liquid in the tank. The black robe held the thing with large pliers and soaked it in a gray-black liquid for about ten seconds. When it was taken out again, the mass of colloidal substance had spread out, and it no longer looked like a colloid. , But a molded fabric.

The black robe took the cloth and immediately left the team, giving the position to the person behind him, and then in the eyes of all eyes, put the cloth on the face and the hood slipped behind his head. His face was already blocked by the mask.

This mask is not just in front of the face, but like a hood, covering the entire head, only the eyes are opened, other organs, ears, noses, mouths, only a rough appearance Outline. With the wide and long black robe, it is impossible to confirm their gender and appearance from their appearance and figure.

After wearing the mask, the man in black robe, as if afraid of getting wet by heavy rain, hurriedly pulled up the hood.

In this way, one by one, like completing a certain ceremony, the black robe people successively got their masks.

The last group was responsible for controlling the machine at the gate. They put a man in front of the door, and the other man cried and wailed.

"Let me go, please let me go." His cry of despair and pain was heartbreaking.

"Oh my God, my God" witnessed this tragic and weird scene, and my mother, Ms. Jane, who had an unpredictable feeling in her heart, firmly covered her mouth, and her face felt helpless and painful.

We all recognized that the two were one of the three men who ran into the woods earlier. But none of us dare to rush forward to save him, what these people are doing is too weird. It ’s just a lot of people, but these black robe people know at a glance that they are not ordinary people, and they do n’t know what killers are hiding. From their capture of the movement and speed of the three men, they can understand their power. Fujiang and I are even more powerful. In this nightmare world, we only have better physique than ordinary people. Without knowing the enemy's details, we can't find much chance of winning.

The man who was put on the shelf could not escape the misfortune thrown into the gate no matter how the other side struggled to resist. Watching his companion swallowed and chewed by the door, I thought that the next one was myself. The last person surviving, the girly **** became more hysterical.

He coughed desperately, his throat hoarse, and twisted his body like a wild beast. His body was **** by a black rope loop. The man in black robe responsible for escorting him was only a finger, and the rope immediately shrank like life. , Immediately stopped his resistance. Gay men's faces appeared painful, and they couldn't even continue to stand. If they were not held by the black robe, they almost fell to the ground.

"What's that?" Fu Jiang inquired softly, with vigilance on his face.

"I don't know." I said.

All I know is that our trouble is big now.

When the man's eyes touched us, the light flashed back and forth. Jane blindfolded John's eyes immediately and turned around with the punk girl Trinity. Little John struggled desperately, trying to see all this, and was defeated by Jane's cry.

"Don't look, John, don't look at him."

The man's gaze turned to me and Fu Jiang's face. I didn't hide this pleading gaze from Ranwen.com, but I knew I couldn't save him.

He seemed to understand this, and the fuchsia lightning jumped in his eyes and disappeared like a fire of life. There was only a gray color in his eyes, and his body was no longer struggling. He was pushed by the black robe to the scaffold like a corpse.

What happened next was the same as before, homosexuality was thrown into the evil gate, swallowed and chewed by the gate like chicken wings and ham. His head and limbs, like other people, kept appearing and disappearing, and his lifeless face became part of the gate.

"I think we should leave here quickly." Trinity tugged at my clothes corner nervously, and I turned my head to see the pleading and fear in her eyes. There are lessons for those three men, and she dare not leave alone.

"Leave? But where can we go?" Jane said pessimistically.

"Nowhere is better than here. I really shouldn't leave the town, shit." Trinity's face was full of regret.

"It's too late." Fu Jiang said in a deep voice.

Everyone noticed, and the black robe with their hands out looked over here. On their chests, embroidered cross marks—a circle above and a cross below—are the same as the skylight in the hall of the mental hospital and Irene ’s pendant. There is no doubt that these people are behind the mysterious organization that manipulates the town and promotes the Tianmen Project. Engels has always suspected that they are part of the Marl Jones family. The decline of that family is only an illusion and a part of a huge conspiracy.

It seems that although their plans are more obstructive, they have been paid enough.

Now they are close to success.

This extraordinary nightmare world, the technology of constructing strange doors, and the strange power that is displayed when raising their hands and feet are all the results of their implementation of the Tianmen Project, and the masks made by strange machines must be unique. .

So far, what happened in this town, and what happened in the nightmare world, people remember and elaborate here, everything is connected in my mind, clearly outline a complete shape.

I feel that there is only one paper door away from the truth, but the current situation is not enough to make me think deeply.

Five men in black robe rushed up, and we, including women and children, happened to be five. These black robe people are not much more athletic than ordinary people. Both Fujiang and I are stronger and more agile than them. They don't use weird power, they just try to capture us with physical and melee experience, maybe it works for Jane, but for me and Fu Jiang it's a light-hearted behavior.

I stared closely at the oncoming man in black robe and took a step back, pretending to wince, and when he reached out to grab my shoulder, he was grabbed by my arm instead. While he hadn't responded yet, I swiped his ankle in one foot, turned around and gave him a severe over-the-shoulder fall, then twisted his arm and had free time to observe the movement of others.

Naturally, Fu Jiang didn't care. When I knocked down the enemy on my side, the sound of a fracture was heard there. The black robe who attacked Fujiang was easily broken by her neck, and then the body was used as a weapon to hit the enemy who rushed to the mother and son. The two hadn't met Jane and John, and they turned into gourds.

At the same time, the punk girl Trinity also heard a dull collision. Not knowing what was going on, the opponent was easily kicked by Trinity in the crotch, immediately covering the vital point, and bent down like a shrimp. When he lost his return due to sudden pain, Trinity stepped forward to lift his hood, and the mask close to his face showed the twisted facial features well.

"You look so ugly, softball," Trinity said contemptuously, as if exhausting all his energy, he punched the face covered by the mask hard.

The black robe immediately fell to the ground in a dizzy direction, but it was not over yet. Trinity stepped forward like a rogue gangster and desperately kicked his stomach and head. She is not a good girl.

It was only one round. The black robe were all laid down by us, and one of them was killed by Fu Jiang. However, this does not mean that we can leave smoothly. The other party is just a careless thing, and their true strength has not yet been shown. In order to avoid night long dreams, I immediately buckled the neck of the black robe in my hand, and then broke it.

Jane and John have Fu Jiang's help there should be no problem. However, the black-robed man who was knocked down by Trinity seems to have adapted to her attack. After all, Trinity is just a woman, and the body of the black-robed man is obviously very strong. I was about to help Trinity, but I saw the black robe who had always endured her punches and kicks suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a gray-black mist.

The black robe extended his index finger and shook it like a baton, and the mist immediately flew out like a rope. Trinity froze for a moment, and suddenly didn't hide.

The gray rope closed as soon as it touched her body, and continued to stretch, and in a blink of an eye tied the woman into dumplings.

"Damn, what the **** is this? Let me go!" Trinity yelled. The black robe didn't understand the novel, but just wiped the blood from the mask slightly at the corners of the mouth and nose, quietly put the hood back on.

His eyes were attracted by the ravaged battles on Fujiang's side. The two black-robed men attacked by Fujiang were not as lucky as Ranwen.com. Knowing that they all possess strange powers, of course Fu Jiang would not give them time to show, almost turning them into cripples and concussions in just one face-to-face. Seeing that Fu Jiang was preparing to kill, the black-robed man who bound Trinity spit out the fog again.

When he extended his index finger, I rushed to his side, grabbed that index finger, and screamed. I think his ability to control the fog comes from the mask on his face, so I tried to peel off his mask, but found that the mask was rooted on his face, and pulled it up, like it was on Tear his face.

This actually strengthened my guess.

Just before me, there was a scream from Fujiang, just a cry, and disappeared like a duck with a broken neck. I looked over there and saw that Fu Jiang was carrying a **** mask, and the guy who had her mask removed had red tendons above her neck.

His skin was peeled off together with the mask, and after a moment he stopped breathing.

Fu Jiang threw the mask on the ground in disgust, and stomped off the neck of another black-robed man lying on the ground. Witnessing this cruel scene, Jane and John were completely dull, and for a long time, suddenly turned around to make a nauseous sound. This time, I didn't have any interest in burning the fiction net to uncover the mask of the black robe and interrupted his spine neatly.

It took five minutes for the five black-robed people to go from death to death. This result was obviously beyond the expectations of other black-robed people, and it also caught them off guard. Just because they did not stand by on purpose, they witnessed the tragic behavior of the black-robed man whose face was ripped off by Fu Jiang and could not help commotion.

After the death of the black-robed man who played the gray fog rope trick, Trinity's rope was not disappeared without burning the fiction net. I couldn't find any knots on it. I had to drag her over to get together with other people, but Fu Jiang and they did not have a way to untie this rope. Trinity cursed frowningly, turning her into this black-robed man.

"I'm going to pluck his face off," she said cruelly. Jane and John recalled the scene before and couldn't help but look pale.

"It's really interesting, these fogs seem to be similar to those of gray stones." Fu Jiang pulled the rope and found that his own power couldn't break it, so he said to me with interest: "Remember Xi Sen ? "

"Which sentence do you mean?"

"The Mageweave messenger with superpowers was regarded as a wizard apprentice in ancient times ~ www.readwn.com ~ I understand her meaning.

"You say the power these guys exert is a wizard's spell?"

"Don't you feel very similar?"

"But their bodies are ordinary people."

"There is no shortage of half-hangers in any industry, is it?" Fu Jiang glanced maliciously at these black-robed men. "A group of half-hangers wizards?"

However, even a half-hanging wizard is not comparable to ordinary people. The death of the five black-robed men is simply a miscalculation of our power.

"I have a feeling that they are going to be serious." I tried to say in a relaxed tone.

"Oh, is it? Then I have to be serious." Fu Jiang said, rubbing his wrist.