Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

210 debut

When Jung and I returned to everyone, I kept thinking about Jung's words. (Reading Network) Jung's decision did not make any mistakes, but he and I have different goals. It is true that no one knows the consequences of being sacrificed now, but it would be an exaggeration to say that there is no literary novel netizen who volunteers to become a sacrifice.

I didn't have any plans to let some people in this team become sacrifices. The doomsday truth blockade has been broken, as long as Jung or others leave the town to communicate with the Netball Headquarters, maybe a suitable person can be found within the time limit. Although there were no other literary novelists in the squad except me and Sakuya, who were close to the quayside that was regarded as the source of the disease, and no literary novelists had been in a coma so far, Jung was likely to be concerned about the hidden disease in the town. Sexually infected before refusing to leave the town.

Jung is reluctant to let his subordinates take risks, which I can understand, but it also shows that we are indeed unable to contact the outside of the town.

However, I am not going to give up my plan. Even if I ca n’t find a suitable sacrifice in the end, I must destroy or delay the establishment of temporary data hedging space in the mountaintop area and tomb area. Suitable for the play of Mageweave Messenger.

"How?" Dorothy asked, leaning up and looking at me with a look of anticipation.

"No, it seems that Sakuya is right. We don't have a suitable candidate for Ranwen Fiction Net for the moment. He has his own goals." I said, pushing the glasses and pretending to laugh with ease. "However, our The plan is still to be carried out. "

"What do you want to do?" Sakuya said with a confused expression.

"Be responsive."

"I knew it." Dorothy snorted angrily, ignoring the others, and walked aside to enjoy the pastry.

"Achuan, that girl ..." Sakuya frowned after Dorothy was away for a while, staring at her back, "What's the matter with you? How could she get out of your eyes ..." she After a pause, I didn't go to the Ranwen Novels Network. It seemed that I couldn't find the right words to express my meaning, so I seemed agitated and looked over with concern.

I know what she wants to express. The situation when Dorothy appeared has exceeded the thinking of normal people. Anyone who meets for the first time can't help but be surprised.

"Don't worry, Sakuya, you will be her ..." I thought about it and said jokingly: "Just when she is a parasite on me."

Although I had lowered my voice very low, Dorothy suddenly turned back, glaring at me fiercely through the gaps in the crowd, as if I had heard what I said.

I do n’t want Saya to worry. If I can explain Dorothy ’s situation, I will definitely explain it to her, but I simply do n’t understand how “Si” and “Jiang” exist, and it happened to the three of us. It's enough to write a sensational horror novel, and now I don't have time to tell Misaki in detail.

The worries on Misaki's face did not subside completely, but there was nothing more to say, but only a helpless wry smile.

"Mr. Engels, when will you take us to the altar?" I quickly asked to digress.

Engels immediately wrinkled his facial features as if he had eaten Coptis, which made his mouth feel bitter at first glance. He glanced at Jung, and it seemed that Jung had not urged him without burning literature, but he had his own difficulties.

"I think you do have to explain." Jung didn't have the angry expression on the face, but this stereotype gave a strong sense of oppression. He turned his head to explain to me: "Mr. Engels just brought I turned around in the apartment for the second time. "

In the morning, the two of them had been walking around the apartment for a while when Fujiang and I were caught in the temporary data hedge space in the tomb area, and nothing was gained. According to our agreement, Engels should take us to the altar in the shortest possible time. Perhaps something happened during the period that distracted our attention, but during the free time before the banquet, it seems that there is no burning novel network. Hold it.

"Mr. Engels, you said that the altar is somewhere in the apartment, but you said that since the apartment was built, you haven't come to Ranwen.com." I stared at him closely: "There is a contradiction here, you How did you bring the sacrifice, such as Marceau, to the altar? Is the entrance to the altar outside the apartment? "

Engels seemed out of breath, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it on the sweaty head, and then loosened the collar button.

"There is no entrance to Ranwen Fiction Net. No, it should be said that anywhere can be an entrance." He finally spoke, but let us look at each other.

"What does this mean?" I said puzzled.

"Remember Irene's necklace? I think you should have seen that strange cross, the heirloom of the Mar Jones family." Engels stopped the waiter passing by and took a martini from the tray and drank it. Then he was relieved and went on to say: "Ten years ago, we took it from Irene and handed it over to Bulma. Of course, Bulma is the custodian only Sauron and I know.

During these ten years, Sauron and I have been in contact through it. Those who had witnessed the battle at that time knew that Irene didn't really die, but she was a witch, if not Sauron, this town would have perished long ago. Those who survived were afraid of her revenge, and were also warned by Sauron, so most of them left the town, only me, the mayor and Bulma stayed.

Sauron can protect us and fight Irene. But Irene ’s power is very strong. She and her husband Munch built that nightmare world, the master of that world, and Sauron is just an intruder, only because we destroyed her ritual, she lost Most of the power. Even so, Irene's power is recovering every day. To fight Irene, Sauron needed the power of sacrifice.

Therefore, we made an agreement with Sauron that when he needed a sacrifice, that cross necklace would leave a message. It tells us who the sacrifice is and will open the entrance to the altar for us. The altar is indeed in the apartment, but it is not in this world. "

"That is to say, only after receiving the information of the sacrifice can we use the opportunity to carry the sacrifice to enter the altar?" Jung suddenly grasped the key point.

"That's right." Engels said as if he had broken a pot. "Since that woman ..." He glanced at me and changed his words: "The woman named Marceau is the last sacrifice to date, and then I I never received any information from Ranwen.com. "

"Are you sure that the cross is still in Bulma's hands?" I asked carefully.

"You mean after the explosion of Bulma's restaurant?" Engels shook his head and said, "I asked Bulma, she said that there was no loss of Ranwen Fiction Net. We agreed that for confidentiality, before moving the sacrifice, everyone Nothing can be mentioned about the cross, so that no one but Bulma himself knows where the cross is hidden. "

"Who else knows that the cross is on Bulma?" Jung asked.

"It's me and Sauron alone." Engels made an oath to show credibility. "Even the mayor didn't know, and no one except Bulma himself knew where she would hide it. Moreover, Bulma will not tell others, no matter what the situation, I promise. Bulma is such a woman, so we decided to let her keep this important thing. "He seemed to think of something, a little downcast:" That cross It is a key item for rituals. We thought that without the key of Ranwen Novels, no one would be able to create a second nightmare world. "

However, without the cross of Ranwen Fiction Net, Xiao Ente still completed a new nightmare world, and not only one, smashed the wishful calculation of Engels and others. From this point of view, the true role of the cross necklace is still to be discussed. Neither Engels nor Sauron failed to uncover the true face of the Tianmen Project, nor the key to it, just using the rituals and objects to obtain the same the power of.

Because the power of the two is the same, and it is an away game, it is impossible to disintegrate the nightmare space, or even shake the foundation of Irene ’s rule-I do n’t know if Engels understands this, but even if he knows it, There is no other way for Ranwen.com.

I finally understood the ins and outs of things, and the idea of ​​finding Marceau through Engels was completely broken, and my heart finally calmed down. Now I have to find Marceau only from Black Nest and others. Although I have determined that the cross necklace is in the hands of Father Sissen, I ca n’t help but ask:

"Do you personally think that the cross is still on Bulma?"

Engels fell silent.

There is an intersection between the Black Nest and the Marl Jones family. No matter where Father Sisson learned the hiding place of the cross, they may have found the altar first. This means that in the temporary data hedging space in the Peak District, Sauron, who has the power to confront Irene, is already under the control of the enemy. It is conceivable that Sauron, who was a prophet, will soon become a sacrifice. Prophets are an important part of the nightmare world, and they must have a way to eliminate Sauron's confrontation.

Perhaps, Irene had already foreseen today. In the stories I have read, the people who used the power of the devil to deal with the devil have never ended it, either to become the devil's toys and food, or to become the new devil.

The situation is really terrible. As a result, the rescue of Marceau is more difficult, and it is impossible to determine which of the temporary data hedging space in the mountain top area and the dock area is completed first. And where I can intervene, perhaps only the tomb area remains.

"Your mood does not seem very good." A male voice came from the side.

The voice is full of irritability, and it seems to be a little unscrupulous. The feeling of laughing at the prey that has gradually fallen into the urn can't help but give birth to goose bumps.

We looked around at the sound, and at the entrance where Jung and Engels came in, the man walked in with enthusiasm, and the people around him immediately called the waiter to take a glass of wine that was as red as blood and concentrated Hand it to the man.

"Little Stern." Engels was a little dazed, and he didn't recover until the man respected the glass.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Uncle Engels." Little Stern's mouth has a perfect ceremonial smile, "You are the first time I saw my palace? How do you feel? I really hope you can stay a few days longer, I have many I want to tell you. Ah, have you seen Marseille? "

His head turned around, looking a little pretentious. The following actions also proved that he was indeed intentional.

"I think he must be happy to hear you tell the story of the brave witch."

Immediately afterwards, his eyes turned on me, Misaki and Jung, and finally fell on my face.

"This ... sir of the Bureau of Intelligence." He tickled his mouth. "Please forgive me for forgetting your name. I didn't expect to see you here. Is the free travel in the morning a pleasant one? I think it must be It ’s unforgettable, and I did n’t forget the fact that you opened a hole in my head. ”He tapped his head.“ Maybe you can show it to everyone tonight? ”

For this naked provocation, I did not have any response from Ranwen Fiction Net, but just looked at him quietly. This man was completely different from the first time he saw him. Although his appearance was the same, his character was like a personal change. When he was seen in the cemetery, he was obviously a serious and steady man.

There is no difference between dressing and dressing up and meeting in the cemetery. Comb the hair back neatly and hang a strand of dark purple hair. Like a gentleman in his early years, a pair of unilateral glasses was placed on the tall nose bridge, and the eyes behind the lens were still sharp, but they were no longer so hard, as if they were melted by the flame hidden deep in the eyes general.

The buttons lining the expensive and decent suit are open above the chest, without the tie and collar of the literary novel net, it looks relaxed and casual. The cross on the chest reflected the candlelight, shining an unknown shimmer.

There are a total of four people under the name of Little Stern, two men and two women, both between 20 and 30 years old. The smell of a loyal dog can be smelled even if you pick up your nose, dressed like an elite in daily work A member, but the skill shown by raising his hands and feet is more like being trained through rigorous military training.

Probably from the special force that belongs to the Mar Jones family like the Fandog Force.

I was thinking, what would happen if I draw him a gun now? Before I attached the action, Jung took a step forward, holding me behind him, reaching out to Little Stern.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Sinter. I am Jung of the Intelligence Bureau."

"Ah ... yes, nice to meet you, you are also a guest I hope to invite." Little Stern shook his hand, "I hope you have a good time tonight."

After he finished speaking, he let go of Jung ’s hand as if he had finished his routine work. He ignored us and walked into the crowd and hugged a few people. The news of the owner's arrival was immediately passed in the lobby. After a while, the hustle and bustle became louder, and people who didn't go up in the literary novel net also pointed around.

"It's a arrogant guy." Dorothy said when he came to us, drinking a drink in a glass with a straw. Although the tone was bland, the knife-shaped critical weapon in her hand gripped tighter, and seemed to swing at any time.

"It's this man?" Jung looked at me. The question was endless, but I still understood what he meant.

"It's not the same as when I met last time ... Maybe it's exciting to see the success of the great cause, so happy." I tried to explain it with humorous reasons, but no one appreciated it.

"This joke is so cold." Dorothy said mercilessly.

"The Doomsday Truth should be looking for him. I don't think those hyenas have been destroyed. According to Crow's inference, his territory is in the cemetery, not here." Jung's voice looked low, "So why did he take the risk Holding this banquet in danger of life? "

"This is a good question." I replied that way. This problem has always been hidden in my heart. My eyes have not left the man, and at the same time, "Yuan" quietly diffused from the body and walked around the wall. The door was found. Many people were ambushing outside the wall. Judging from their posture and breathing, they were all ready soldiers.

"We are surrounded." I told everyone.

"Why, what? Who is it?" Engels was nervous.

"Some soldiers."

"Soldier? What appeared this morning?"

"Maybe from the Mar Jones family." I said.

"Is there a soldier in the Mar Jones family?" Engels expressed a stunned expression. He had never seen the fierce appearance of the Mar Jones soldiers during the recovery operation outside the town.

"What should we do? Do you leave now?" Sakuya also started to get nervous. "Here is a trap."

"Eh, everyone knows it's a trap ~ www.readwn.com ~ It's clear that he was being hunted down, and he appeared in a place where he couldn't control it, and it was just a bait." Dorothy sneered. How are you going to deal with hyenas attracted by carrion? This is not a tomb area. "

"There is only one answer." My words didn't finish at Ranwen Fiction Net, and the crowd suddenly separated.

Little Sent walked up to the counter set in the lobby and knocked the wine glass in his hand with a food fork. Three times in a row, unexpectedly clear in the noisy hall. The guests immediately noticed that the host had something to say, and stopped their movements, and focused their attention on Little Sent.

"Welcome everyone to come to Raccoon Town and come to this hilltop apartment. Many years ago, my father asked me what my future dreams were, and I said, I want to make this town richer and more people here Interest in the history of the world and an unforgettable experience in this small town. So, I built this apartment, which was praised by many people in the past few years. Now, we are here for the same fun, and I want Tell everyone is-"

Little Ente paused, laughing pretending to be mysterious, looking around at the crowd.

"You are about to die," he said jokingly.