Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

188 Crossing Gate

Before my voice faded, a sudden gust of wind tore the gray mist in my vision. Full text novels (reading novels) The misty sky restores the state of lightning and thunder in the blink of an eye, just like the mirror surface wiped off the dust with a cleaning cloth, shimmering with sharp and rich colors. My body seemed to be held in the air by this violent wind, which produced an illusion as light as hair.

At the same time, the unnamed roar hidden in the gray mist gradually dissipated with the wind.

It was like being blown away by the wind.

The black robe seemed to be stunned, standing one by one like a pile. Although they could not see their faces, they vaguely felt some kind of fear in their eyes. I think there is only one reason for this emotion, and their tricks have failed.

Is this a change that is unexpected to everyone? I glanced at Fu Jiang, her body wobbled, and seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time. Her life ... No, to be precise, the body that has been decided to be discarded is like a candlelight in the wind.

This fragile scene is really worrying, after all, that body has been with me from the end of the attack and defense battle on the advent circuit. But I know that it is not the real rich river, but an afterimage before death, which is taken from the enemy's body. Jiang is very different from other lives. If he sticks to his external form, he will lose more important things.

Now she is inside me.

Forget it, that ’s it. Although the body of the female cadre from the Doomsday Truth looks very strong, the internal organs and the brain hide huge hidden injuries and hidden dangers. These wounds may have been accumulated by violent fighting all year round. River left after erosion. After this period of medical treatment and observation, even relying on Jiang's extraordinary blood to repair, it seems to have barely delayed the time of the outbreak of dark disease. In other words, this method of ingeniously grabbing the body is just a link similar to human experiment.

These were all told by Fu Jiang himself. Although there are many things that cannot be understood and how she feels staying in this body, she is neither disgusted nor sad. This is not an illusion. Fu Jiang finally existed in the form of an independent personality, and this has not changed with Ranwen.com.

Forget it, so be it, there are ten unhappy things in life. Although if the body can survive, more information can be collected, but if you can't do it, you can't do it.

The potential power of the enemy is stronger than I thought, and this must be fed back to the Security Bureau. This is the first priority.

So far, I will not forget all the victims, and I will not blame the failure for the enemy is too strong. I have long understood that only by following my own steps and not being crushed by sorrow and pain can I become a true hero.

Jane, John, Trinity ...

By the way, there is Thomas.

Thomas?

The name is like a tiny Mars flashing in my head, and I suddenly realized that I and others seemed to have forgotten the man at some point. He was clearly with us, but where is he now?

Forgetting something that should not be forgotten, this feeling is really strange ...

When did he ignore him? Also, where is he now?

Thoughts flashed through, and it seemed that something mixed in the wind broke into my field of vision. I opened my eyes wide.

That seems to be ashes.

Yes it is ashes

I thought that the ashes that had dissipated came by the wind at the last moment. At that moment, the mist that was blown away by the wind was gathered by the force of the wind to form a huge cone-shaped tornado, dragging with the tip as the head The tail, with a forward momentum, hit the strange door in his breath.

This abnormal movement like lightning struck the fog in my mind. I remembered, the last time I focused on Thomas, when we saw this door

Ignoring itself caused a lack of information, and because it could not be realized, it could not be remedied. To a certain extent, it is more in line with my gambling conjecture-the mortal ending, if there is a turning point, it must be beyond everyone's expectations-because everyone on the scene does not have a literary novel network overlooking the overall situation Vision and intelligence sources.

However, just like what I felt before, all I can do is to observe this happening quietly.

The words that were heard by the cadres of truth at the end of the day echoed in my ears again: all the self-righteous struggle you have done is nothing but a catalyst for the coming of the end. The coming of the end cannot be resisted, just like truth.

Although I do n’t want to admit this statement, because it will destroy our belief in fighting so far, but in the deepest part of my heart, in the deepest part of the heart of every member of the Security Bureau, did you already agree with this statement?

In the three days of investigating the Tianmen project, I felt the martial arts for the first time. The holy king made the holy king to kill the **** and seal the throne at night. Ao Shijiu Zhongtian is the strongest to abandon the Shaozhou Zhou Royal Martial Universe Qiankun will kill the God of the Immortal Throne in the night to seek the magic The big Zhou royal family was so throbbing. All seemingly accidental happened inevitably. in this way. This reminds me of the victory in the offensive and defensive battle of the advent circuit. Was that victory in some unknown place planted the seeds to promote the end?

Which of the three beliefs, cyberballs, black nest, and doomsday truth, is correct?

"Asshole"

Before I put all the pieces of thinking together, like the simultaneous flashback, the ashes hidden in the tip of the tornado hit the gate and burst into flames. The length of the tornado is constantly being compressed, and those fogs seem to become fuel, blowing up the sparks on the ash, and the fire has increased from small to large. In this way, the ash is restored to the shape of a photo during combustion.

Irene's picture clings to the door, but there is no sign of the literary novel network being swallowed by the door, and the brain of the remaining gray mist is sucked into the picture.

Then, taking the edge of the photo as an example, countless loop-like patterns spread on the door surface, occupying the whole door is just a blink of an eye.

Everything happened so fast that everyone could only stare dumbfounded.

I have n’t fallen from the highest point yet. The area of ​​the facade centered on the photo was rotated and a large black hole was dug. A giant hand suddenly protruded from the door hole, holding me in the midair. This palm is so huge, I can only show my head, the huge force squeezes my bones, I seem to hear the crunching sound about to fall apart.

What a pain it is?

At this moment, a thunder rumbled. I couldn't help turning my head to look around the voice. In front of Fu Jiang's remaining body, the air rose slightly, and a figure nearly three meters high quickly turned into a solid. The heavy rain was swaying in the gusty wind, constantly flapping on the body, and then sliding down the lines of the muscles, highlighting the strength of the body.

It's a monster with a donkey-headed body. It has an inverted triangle, stronger than any bodybuilder. The upper body is bound by a black chain, but the lower body shows the shape of a reverse joint. Below the calf is the hoof of the animal. Although there are only two arms like humans, the palm has only three fingers, holding a rust and blood-stained trident. There is also a pair of bats behind, flapping vigorously and vigorously, suspended in a heavy attitude in the air less than one meter above the ground.

It stared at me, rather said that it was staring at the giant hand holding me, and once again provoked a hoarse, hoarse roar.

"What's going on?" The black robe seemed nervously forgetting his organization's proprietary language, and sent out a groan that I can understand.

"Why is the donkey lock appearing in this place?

"Hurry up, leave here slowly, don't make a sound." The black robe no longer supports Fu Jiang standing in front of the donkey-headed monster, afraid of alarming the monster, suppressing the panic and fear in his heart, and carefully scattered around open. It seems to them that this unknown monster is not a friendly friend.

"What about Little Stern? How can he put the donkey lock out?" This was the last familiar word I heard. Immediately afterwards, these black robes seemed to have recovered, and again murmured that only they could Understand the language.

The giant hand paused abnormally when the donkey lock appeared, and the cave where it protruded was shrinking. In my sense, it seemed like trying to eliminate the intruder, giving it great pressure.

This situation cannot help me have an idea-this giant hand comes from the nightmare world where Irene is located, and this door is the device that connects the two nightmare worlds, but it does not seem to be perfect.

Irene's picture seems to act as a temporary key. Does this mean that the person who brought it to this world is just a messenger?

The donkey lock wanted to fly up to attack this hand, but Fu Jiang grabbed his legs underneath. It looked down and faced Fu Jiang's completely gray face. When it lifted the trident in its hands like a demonstration, Fu Jiang's body began to disintegrate, and it looked like it had melted. Muscles, skin, and organs all turned into huge blood clots. The bone spurs that penetrated the body fell into the pool of blood. . But it is precisely this **** thick liquid that is full of viscosity, so that the donkey lock cannot fly at all, even if it is attacked with a trident, it seems to have no effect.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, struggling to grasp my giant hand, shrank back towards the door.

My vision fell into the darkness, the clenching power disappeared after the darkness struck, and I felt myself falling towards the endless abyss.

I feel that I did not close my eyes in this process, but there was still a throbbing urge to open my eyes, and it really opened. It's like opening the second eyelid, the gleaming light is reflected in the eyes, the huge roof seems to be rotating. This feeling is like your soul falling into your original body after falling.

Although dizzy, I immediately turned my body from the ground. here is……

The church-like hall, with thunder and thunder outside, stands a statue of the Virgin Mary in front of it not far away. Occasionally, there was lightning shining down from the skylight, imprinting the light of the deformed cross in front of her feet.

There is no error in Ranwen's novels, this is inside the mental hospital. As I had imagined, the door connected two different nightmare worlds. I woke up from one nightmare, but found myself still in another nightmare.

Nightmare in nightmare.

I stroked my wrists and body, and found that the places that had been wet in the heavy rain were all dry. The parts that had caused minor injuries in the fight also became intact. I remembered the giant hand that caught me. What is its body? There are as many unconfirmed and confirmed things. In any case, you must quickly find Marceau and let Sauron send me out.

This is not as dangerous as in the last nightmare world, but it is by no means possible without death.

I patted my cheek vigorously and **** my loose hair again. Speaking of which, Fu Jiang's slippery eyes were swallowed into his stomach, and that weird feeling still remained somewhere in the stomach or intestines. I think I will be unable to eat for a while.

I drove into the psychiatric hospital, and stood on the long corridor. The light is dim as always, and the scenery is full of twilight, restrained and depressed, but it is more reassuring than the vast world covered with mist and heavy rain. Although there are also many troublesome and thrilling things here, at least Marceau is still alive. In another nightmare, I was unable to protect those women and children.

I used to come to the door of Room 107, the door was open. I don't know what I really expect to encounter, monster? New victim? Still that girl? In front of me was just an uninhabited room. I walked in and closed the door, all of which were working with intuition.

I stared at the glass window for a while, but the pale man's face didn't appear in Ranwen Fiction Net. Instead, a slight opening sound came from behind.

Yeah--

The figure leaked in through the crack of the door with the light.

I was already mentally prepared, but when I saw the coming person clearly, I couldn't help but stunned. The other party also stared at me with a surprised look. She held a homemade simple spear in her hand, a black crow stood on her shoulder, and only a large yellowish hood was left on her upper body A large piece of healthy and fleshy flesh is full of sensual temptations, and the shirt is tied around the waist as an outer skirt. Although this look is sexy, it also looks embarrassed, and there is no shortage of wounds and bandages on the exposed skin.

This woman is not a girl suspected of Irene, but Marceau. Her astonishment immediately converged, instead she put on a watchful look.

"Is it you, Crow?"

I know why she has such a reaction of rejecting people thousands of miles away. In this nightmare world, there will be a monster that transforms into an acquaintance of the victim. Last time, the monster was killed by me and her, but Marceau's appearance now clearly told me that during the period when I left, it appeared in front of Marceau again.

Because that monster seems to be able to obtain prey thinking to a certain extent, but on the other hand it is not very smart. When it uses language to trick prey, it will not say things the prey does not know. Knowing this, this monster is easier to solve than other monsters. So if I want to prove myself, I have to say something that the other party does not know.

"It's really me, Marceau." I said, "I just came back from another nightmare, maybe I can't stay here too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, Quark flapped his wings, flew over Marceau's shoulder, and landed in the palm of my hand. It turned its head spiritually, staring at me with its heavy eyes, flashing like a camera lens.

I thought I had to explain a few more words before Marceau could believe it, but when she saw the quark falling on me, her tense expression immediately collapsed. Marceau walked up briskly with a relieved expression and hugged me hard. Although we met only last night, both of us inexplicably produced a long-lost emotion at this time.

Probably in this world, every second of experience is several times richer than in reality, so that the huge amount of information is almost unbearable.

For other people, I must have been crazy, or I would die in the monster's attack.

Marceau survived, not to mention my help, she also made a lot of efforts, this is the most critical place.

"I'm so happy to see you." Masso's squeezing touch on his chest became clearer because of the reduced clothing. She embraced my power tightly, and the trembling voice was full of emotion. The rich and intense emotions from her reminded me of Jane, John and Trinity's faces again, and I felt a bit sad in my heart.

I was like a child who finally got out of failure and predicament. I just buried my head on her shoulder, hugged her so silently for a while, and drew that solace from her body temperature.

"You are so credulous, you should ask me a few more words, don't you?" I patted her back gently.

"It's okay, this crow is very smart." Marceau let me go. UU reads www.uukanshu.com. He gently rubbed the down feathers at the neck of the quark with his fingers. "The first few times, that monster became yours. It looked like it, but it was suddenly seen by it. If it is not the real owner, I think it will not be so intimate. By the way, what is its name? "

"Quark." I stroked the crow's head with admiration. "It's called quark, and it's my partner."

"What a strange name." Marceau smiled intimately.

The impatience in my heart was gradually disintegrated by her smile. Speaking of it, I still don't know why she came to this room.

"You seem to be in a hurry, can't you accompany me for a while?" Marceau said before me, "Also, you just said to come back from another nightmare? What does that mean?"

Marceau has been staring at my eyes, which is a common problem of all psychologists. They believe that people ’s eyes will reveal more information than their mouths. This kind of attempt to explore the true eyes of others is always sharp and like confession. The same agent disturbed ordinary people and could not resist. Fu Jiang and Jung both have such a pair of eyes.

"It's a long story." I said, squeezing my mouth in embarrassment. This is not an excuse.