Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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Flying along the highway to the wasteland on the outskirts of the town, overlooking the sky, the area is like a huge ugly scar, and it is even more dazzling compared to the quiet lake opposite the town.

(Reading network) It is around 4 pm to return to the town. The autumn light is near the top of the mountain. The golden light has softened. The mountains, woods, and buildings radiate the final vitality on the sunny side, while the back side casts a huge shadow.

The light and reflection of this back light give off an unknown taste.

As I got closer to the town, I felt more martial. The Holy King made the sacred king to kill the God Seal of the Throne at night. The Shaozhou Zhou royal family martial Qiankun will kill the God of the Immortal Throne in the night and seek the devil Ao Nine Chongtian the strongest abandoned A strange atmosphere. This town is less of a tourist attraction. Although the daytime landscape is known for its tranquility, indifference and slowness, it is not lacking in popularity. It is not a time of rest at this time, but it gives people a feeling of depression. Tuan ink, turbid and heavy.

It is better to be silent than to be quiet. In less than half a day, the town was comatose from beauty and quickly fell into the dark abyss.

I breathed the breath of the end again, and the feeling of being in a nightmare was once again running in my nerves, making my scalp numb. I haven't landed the Ranwen Fiction Net before I smelled the smoke and **** smell from the wind. Gradually, corpses and abandoned vehicles appeared on the ground, some of them were still burning. This lifeless scene is centered on the road into the town and spreads around. The closer it is to the town, the denser it is. There are many civilians, and more surprisingly, there are many soldiers of the Fandogs.

I know Jung has led others to join Engels, but now the situation is not like their counterattack. An extremely fierce battle did take place here, leaving many corpses, but the corpses are very disorderly. Deducing the situation according to the traces left by the battle makes one have to doubt that this is a chaotic battle between the enemy and the enemy.

This is not like the style of the Fandog Force, even if the soldiers are novices, it should not be so confusing. If you want to describe the traces left here, it is as if their fighting rhythm has completely collapsed from the beginning, and they have fallen into separate situations, and then they have been killed by mad civilians.

I fell to the ground, next to a pair of civilian bodies. They hit each other's targets almost simultaneously with the weapons in their hands, but no one survived. It is not uncommon to see such a kind of killing each other, whether it is men, women and children, it seems that they have fallen into a hysterical frenzy before death. Even if there is no weapon in the hand, they will not be stingy to attack the opponent with their bodies Scars of beatings and bites were left on the people around them.

In the end, what remained on this road was the miserable and crazy scene without any winners of Ranwen.com.

Today, the blockade line in front of the town has completely collapsed. Looking down the road leading to the town, there is no trace of half a living person in the literary novel network. The whole town gives a feeling of emptyness, latent. Great horror.

What happened to Raccoon Town during the time I left? I was full of doubts and uneasiness. The disputes and confrontations seen on the helicopter flashed again in my mind. Lucy reported earlier that this town might have an outbreak and there was radiation. Before we left, there seemed to be signs of the outbreak in the town, but I did n’t realize it at all. Will become the scene of this hell.

Because the madness and death of these people may be caused by some kind of virus, I dare not touch them, and can only open the "circle", while searching for possible survivors, and speeding towards the town. After entering the town, Xiao Se felt more and more intense. Many shops and house doors were not on the literary novel gateway, and the car broke down on the road, but no one ignored it, because there was no one here. People seem to have left here in a hurry, and there is no sign of the battle of Ranwen Fiction Net, but they can't figure out where these people have gone.

This doubt was finally answered after entering the town center. Except for a few main roads, people are everywhere, like sardines in a jar. The closer to the police station and the hospital, the denser the crowd. No manpower is recruited from civilians, these people who are recruited from outside wear temporary blue armbands.

There is no location for Ranwen Fiction Net in the store anymore. Although there is no trouble for Ranwen Fiction Net to see someone trouble, the private house closes the doors and windows tightly to prevent outsiders from nuisance. With traces of being attacked. In addition, tents are everywhere, some are private, some are standing supplies in the town to prevent natural disasters such as earthquakes, and now they are all taken out.

This kind of scene has to be doubtful. Almost all the people in the town have gathered here. Driving here is whimsical, and even walking must try to squeeze out of the crowded tents and crowds. The manpower collection office and the material distribution point were almost overcrowded. The person in charge was haggard and sweaty, and his mouth barely smiled, but it looked like a bitter smile.

Despite this, there is no one who wants to leave here, and there is a restless breath everywhere.

I walked through the alley, and the dense tent had almost no place to burn. Although I wanted to be more polite, I did n’t have to push hard. The absent-minded people would n’t let you pass. This place is simply a refugee camp, and the signal has not been restored, and everyone has nothing to do, with a look of daze, panic, and depression. No communication device can be used, so everything can only be passed on by word of mouth. There are many opinions on the outside, but there is no use for it.

I didn't ignore the rumors of Ranwen Fiction Net. I just wanted to go to the police station as soon as possible to understand the real situation.

Barricades have been pulled up outside the gates of hospitals and police stations, and manpower has been sent to conduct martial law, and a yellow belt surrounding an empty area makes these two places look like crime scenes. As soon as I got in, I was stopped by a serious police officer. He glanced at the gun case behind me, full of suspiciousness and vigilance, and even pressed the police gun on the waist with his right hand.

"Who are you? No entry or exit is allowed here," he said.

"National Intelligence Agency." I pulled the document out of my arms. At this moment, he almost seemed to pull out the gun. "Hey, don't be nervous, just take the document." I gestured, and slowly took the document out , Spread out in front of him, let him see the seal, name and avatar clearly.

This police officer has been in the fight for a while, but because of the lack of experience in dealing with the big scene, it is a bit impenetrable in the current atmosphere of restlessness and depression. His gaze kept going back and forth between the ID and my face, and it took more than three confirmations to relax his facial muscles.

Nonetheless, perhaps because my appearance is too young, he asked: "Are you an agent?"

"Yes, I have dealt with Engels. You have to be more stubborn about me." I teased.

He was completely relaxed. Then he realized something and exclaimed, "Ah, I remembered. You and your sir came to the police station a few days ago, right? You did an investigation. I still remember the dead face Expression ... "Speaking of this, he threw out his tongue like a child who did something wrong," Can't I say this when I didn't say it? "

"Relax, that person won't dismiss your post just because you say bad things about him." I patted him on the shoulder. "We're not doing personnel management."

"It's best." He looked at me again. "Your dress ... hey, it's really trendy. Did you just come in from the outside? Can you tell me what happened there?"

"Sorry." I refused with a polite smile. He seemed to know that I would reply like this. Although it was a bit sad, but there was no accident in Ranwen.com, but I just grinned at me and gave way. . At this time, not far away, someone tried to cross the cordon, and he hurried to the other side.

"Stop, hey, stop," he yelled, but the man who rushed in didn't listen to him at all, and ran forward desperately, and at the same time there was a good playful cry and boo. Another police officer stopped laterally not far in front of him. The three were like playing rugby. One was running with the ball and two were blocking.

I didn't leave Ranwen Fiction Net to see what the result was. I walked into the police station. Of course, I inevitably produced more documents for the guards. The soundproof glass door was pushed open, and the hustle and bustle sound poured into the ear like a tide. Everyone hurried forward. I was almost hit by someone when I stepped in. The other party stopped in time, and the coffee in his hand was immediately spilled On the document, I couldn't help but scolded "Damn".

He left me without thinking about it. Although he felt a little rude, everyone here looked like this. There are so many messy and tedious things that you can't use the phone and computer, and everyone is in despair. The old typewriter was moved out and made a crackling sound, and more people wrote reports with ready-made paper and pens, and then rubbed them into a waste basket. Almost no one can sit in his seat safely, and every three seconds in the aisle, someone will see a lot of reports coming out and going in again.

At this time, of course, there was no netizen novelist who came out to meet me. I casually pulled someone and asked him: "Is Engels here?"

"who are you?"

I produced my ID: "National Intelligence Agency, to understand the situation."

"He is in the office." The man glanced at me and continued to be busy with his business, "in a meeting."

He did n’t mean to lead the way, but I had been here a few days ago. I still remember the location of the Sheriff ’s office and thanked me for leaving. The curtain wall of the sheriff's office pulled down the curtains to cover the inside tightly. I only heard a faint voice coming from the crack of the door, and I didn't know what the people inside said.

I knocked on the door, and there was no reaction from Ranwen.com, but I kept talking. I had to knock **** the door again, and there was no stop at Ranwen Fiction Net. About thirty seconds later, the door opened from the inside.

"I didn't say ..." The voice of the man's face was cut off suddenly.

"Good afternoon, Engels." I smiled at him.

Engels' irritated expression froze on his face, and it twisted rigidly into surprise, which seemed very funny. I crossed his shoulders and saw Jung standing behind him. On the right hand side of the wall, shepherd dogs, Bach, Pan and Saki Ye were either looking through the information or studying the map. When they realized that the room was suddenly quiet, they could not help looking at this side.

"It seems that the situation is pretty bad." I said: "However, I have some good news here."

Engels put me in the sideways, then glanced at the corridor, and closed the door again.

"How is it?" Jung asked, and I knew what he wanted to ask.

"All of them were sent away, but six of the people on the first floor were dead and three of them were likely to have spies." I said, taking out the chip and throwing it to Jung: "The people of the Mar Jones family want this Something is said to have been stolen from the Netball Technology Bureau. Do you know what this is? "

"This ..." Jung thought for a long while and shook his head uncertainly. "This is a new type of encryption chip, and I don't know what's inside."

"What's going on?" Engels interjected and looked at us with a strange expression. "What good news?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on my face again. The previous conversation between me and Jung did not hide other people's fiction nets, but they couldn't react from the word "spy" for a while.

"Are you kidding me?" Pan said incredulously: "There are spies in our people? How is this possible?"

"Let's put this aside first." Jung interrupted her and turned to me. "You said there is good news?"

"The blockade of the highway line has been opened." I smiled. In fact, there is really no good news other than this, and the news seems to be insufficient in the current gold content. The messy battlefield on the outskirts of the town and the gathering of people in the center of the town seem to be telling me that something has happened to a critical turning point. Now everyone can choose to go out even if they can go out.

"It's a pity, I think, there are no literary novelists in this town who would choose to leave." Sure enough, Jung told me this.

"What happened? Almost everyone is concentrated in this neighborhood." I asked my heart, "Why not go out of town? I found many dead bodies outside the town."

"They are all crazy," Pan said. "No one dares to go out of town now, so as not to become crazy."

She explained that of course it was impossible to quell my doubts. Jung and Engels explained to me in detail. The ins and outs of the matter were as follows: the town did show signs of an outbreak and spread very quickly. It was discovered at 9 o'clock in the morning that a townsman suddenly fell into a coma after having a high fever, but the people around him did not care about it. They thought it was just normal autumn flu. It's just routine diagnosis and treatment, but when the number of patients increased to thirty in half an hour, everyone started to notice that something was wrong.

After diagnosis and treatment, the symptoms of the disease are like flu, but not flu. Perhaps it is because the medical equipment in the town is not advanced enough, and the cause of the patient's physical illness cannot be determined. Although the doctor prescribed some prescriptions for the condition, the patient's condition did not improve. Even more alarming is that there are more and more such patients. When the hospital was full, there was a lot of wrangling between the hospital and the relatives of the patients, and finally they had to use police force to maintain order.

Such a situation is easily reminiscent of an outbreak, and rumors quickly spread throughout the town. To make matters worse, all signals in the town began to be interrupted. The townspeople began to panic, many people decided to leave, and the relatives of the patients also hoped to bring their own people to the city for treatment. In order to curb the possible riots, the police dispatched all the personnel, but at this time, the fandom of the Doomsday Truth quickly entered the town.

At first, everyone thought they were quick response troops against the epidemic, but later they found out that they knew nothing about the epidemic and knew the local situation, and tried to block the road to the outside of the town. This approach caused the anger of local residents and clashes. However, the first conflict caused the deaths of more than a dozen civilians, and the other party took no mercy.

After Jung and Engels converged, they decided to use the anger of the people to organize a major retreat. But no one can imagine that although the power of the number of people was used to break through the blockade at one time, the patients who were taken out of town suddenly woke up and began to attack people around them frantically. After killing them in unreasonable circumstances, It did n’t take long for people who were not sick to burn the novels, whether they were civilians or soldiers, as if they were infected, they also started to go crazy.

When people realized that the situation was wrong, they had to return to the town.

"The strange thing is that those crazy people just kill each other out of town and will not return to the town. However, some people tied their crazy friends and relatives and escorted them back to the town, but they did not burn novels. The net made them better, but there are rumors that the closer to the edge of the town, the greater the chance of going mad, and many people have seen scenes of madmen attacking others ... "Jung said.

"So, everyone wants to stay in the town center, and the closer to the hospital and the police station, the better." I made up for what he hadn't finished.

Jung nodded.

"You said that the patient's condition is similar to flu, but not flu, what's the difference?" I asked.

Jung handed me a medical certificate from the hospital. UU read www.uukanshu. com I turned it over and it seemed that Jung ’s stereotyped voice came from my ears: “After the patient was comatose, his brain waves became more intense.”

"They are dreaming?" I saw a speculation written by a doctor in the comment column, and I couldn't help crying in surprise, because this suspicion was enough to stir up many associations.

"I suspect that the first patient was not the one who was found in the morning." Jung handed over another report. "According to the survey, more than 80% of the people who got sick had visited the lakeside pier in these three days. Area."

This is another suggestion that easily leads to association.

"The question is, isn't everyone infected?" I said, "That lake is one of the attractions, and almost everyone in this town has been there."

"If strictly divided by date, not everyone." Jung said: "However, not everyone should be infected. The hospital intends to draw blood from infected and uninfected people for comparison. In short, you must first To determine the source of the infection, I think the quayside is more likely. "

"Okay, so what can we do now?" I threw the report on the desk and glanced at the others.