Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

217 Street 2

The ladies had put on their black robes when they turned out from behind the curtains. Alice and Sakuya were okay to say that the size was n’t quite right but it still worked, but when Dorothy squeezed her lips and came out with some reluctance There is a bit of forbearance. (Reading Net) The large black robe draped loosely over her body, and one-third of the hem and cuffs were rolled up. Their inner and outer clothes were hung by the fireplace and roasted.

It was my turn, Jung and Engels to change their clothes. Immersed in the heavy rain for a while, the gown became heavy after absorbing water, and it was very uncomfortable against the skin. Even if the air in the house was gradually heated, the cold air that penetrated from the damp clothing still caused goose bumps. Engels sneezed three times in a row, wiped his body dry with his hands and feet, and walked out in the house owner's black robe.

The candlelight shook the shadow on the curtain. Although it had penetrated into the enemy's base, in this warm room, everyone was finally able to relax the tension. Although he is still wary of the black robe, the other party seems to have accepted his fate, even if he is asked some sensitive questions, it does not seem to be covering up. This may also be because he is not the Mars Jones family's heir, but a forced black robe mage. The mask can punish his disrespect and resistance, but he cannot completely control his thoughts. His service to the Mar Jones family does not mean putting the Mar Jones family's secret above his life, although he does not know much about the secrets of this world.

We and Alice are very fortunate. Three of the black robes who hunted Alice were the diehards of the Mar Jones family. If those three people led the way at that time, they would inevitably be bet on their lives and lead us Into the trap. We are not afraid to fight with the black robe masters, but there are too many black robe masters in this street. Once a positive war occurs, it will inevitably affect the planned plan.

Looking out from the gap in the window to the street, you can see the silently roaming black robe mage, occasionally wearing some masks, but wearing clothes similar to the actual costumes, even people like the uniforms of the Pfan army. The black robe mage said that these people have a prominent identity in the "street", not the best in the black robe mage is the escort, is the most powerful combat power of the "street", responsible for maintaining this pyramid-like miniature society .

Compared with the social system in which reality depends on human feelings, various talents, wealth and rights, the ruling system and social structure here are more concise and clear. According to different personal strengths, they will get corresponding rights and benefits. The same is a "black robe mage", but people with strong combat power can wear black robe, and the mask is specially customized to perform the most dangerous plans and operations, while enjoying the most comfortable life, other talents, money and rights are just incidental It's just a product, and under the control of the mask, there is no human feelings to be written in Ranwen.com.

In the description of the black robe mage, this is a world with a clear level to the cold and rigid, but it can eliminate the disputes between people to the greatest extent. The life on this street is very stable, aside from the task, it can even be called slowness in daily life. The day and night change here, the time is determined by the hourglass, there is no electric appliance, and there is not much entertainment. The black robe masters mostly use chess and puzzles to pass the time in addition to exercising their ability to cast spells. .

There are men and women who will give birth to children after the union, but there will be no marriage ceremony and no marriage certificate. If they fall in love, they will be together. If there is no marriage, they will be separated. Legal provisions. At first, it may not be suitable for the lifestyle here, but this mechanical and stable life will soon become numb, and the habit of numbness has always penetrated into your thinking and behavior, leaving an indelible mark. .

Such a "street" is not a paradise in the eyes of us real people, and even fears such a life and domination.

"How can this be the case, without the human rights of Ranwen Fiction Net, the art of Ranwen Fiction Net, and the thought of Ranwen Fiction Net, it is simply hell." Alice looked at the black robe who was talking about life here for the first time Colors other than hatred emerged.

She felt pity and pain for such a numb living person. But people living in the "streets" do not think this is a mistake, or that they think this is the key to a better world. This simple gear-like social structure cannot be said to be completely without the things Alice said, but they lack too much, especially time, so they cannot form their own unique culture. At this point, the black robe mage has great confidence, especially after the end of the day, the "street" will get enough nutrients to degenerate into a social structure that is more suitable for the brutal era in the future.

Regarding the fact that the end is bound to come, every black-robed mage has no doubt about Ranwen.com.

Time passed slowly in the question and answer. When we felt that we had the necessary information, the hourglass had turned three times. How long is this? No ranwen novelist can be sure that the one-armed man in black robe has been back to reality for a long time, he cannot convert the 24-hour reality, and we also doubt that the time of this world It may not be synchronized with real time.

"Stomach, hungry, eat together?" The man in black robe gestured and invited us to dinner. However, when they thought that their food might be ugly monsters mixed with humans and other animals, a few people immediately showed nausea.

So the black robe entered the kitchen alone, and Jung said to us, "I'll check it out," and followed in. But I don't think he was monitoring the man in black robe, and no clues could be seen from his face, but a hint of speculation vaguely came to mind. Dorothy stared at Jung's back, and the corners of her mouth were gently hooked. Apart from that, there were no netizens who had doubts about Jung's behavior.

As if to confirm my guess, when Jung came out, the black robe did not appear in the novel, and a mist of fog emerged from the kitchen door and fell on my shoulder to become a crow. Jung sat down in his place, Engels seemed to think of something, his face slightly changed, but soon calmed down, and a trace of helplessness and confusion flashed in his eyes.

"What about that black robe?" Alice asked, her face nervous, and she kept looking at the kitchen, feeling uneasy.

"He is dead," Jung said quietly.

Alice opened her mouth, but in the end she said nothing. The atmosphere is a bit dull. After this period of communication, she seems to have become less obsessed with the black robe. If there is hatred, of course there is, but she can no longer let her kill each other without thinking. Like I said before, Alice is an ordinary and kind woman, and may have been hesitant about killing her.

Even Engels, when Jung decided to do it, did not intend to come immediately.

The death of the black robe made me feel different emotions, but even if Jung did n’t do it, I would make the same decision, only sooner or later.

Jung tapped on the table lightly, straining the silence.

"Now, the general situation must be understood by everyone. I emphasize again that the main goal of this operation is to find a way to return to reality. In addition to this, we are trying to collect information as much as possible. We can't confront the people here and are not allowed. It is not allowed to do things that will expose one's own side. People who do not have the fighting power of Ranwen Fiction Net stay at this stronghold. "Jung's statement is very euphemistic, but the meaning is very clear, except me, Dorothy and himself, every Individuals must be honestly hidden in this room.

"What if someone comes?" Miyaki asked: "Although the relationship between the black robe masters is weak, it doesn't mean that they don't have friends with Ranwen.com. Moreover, this black robe master is responsible for hunting down sister Alice. People, disappearing for too long will cause suspicion of the other party. If it is determined that it is dead, someone may come to recycle this house. "

"It doesn't matter, we won't stay here for a long time." Jung lowered his head and thought about it. "When using the enemy's facilities to return to reality, it is likely to verify the identity. Just wearing a black robe is not safe, and some masks may be needed. . "

"My height is similar to that of the black robe mage, and the demon can also be disguised as a spell. I go out and see, you and Dorothy stay here." I said to Jung: "The gun is too conspicuous."

The approximate action plan is thus finalized. Although Dorothy wanted to go out with me, her figure and dress were so eye-catching. We haven't seen such a short, shabby black robe wizard on the street.

Quark turned into a mask to cover my head and face. I pulled the hood behind my head and pushed the door out. The heavy rain line seemed to sew the gray sky and the green and black ground. Everyone on the street hid themselves in the heavy shadows. I quickly joined them. I looked at the crowd around me with my hat flat and confirmed Where I want to go. When you lower your head, you can see your figure in a pool of water stains, shaking like ripples in the ripples, stepping on it in the blink of an eye, and making a loud noise.

We learned from the mouth of the black robe that the mask-making workshop was there, and his house was not on the main street. I walked all the way forward, and turned right at the corner. Most black-robed people had the same choice as me. Afterwards, I realized that my previous feeling of "street" was not completely correct.

Not all houses are as low as the street we hid, stepping on the thick ground, I seem to be back in a living medieval town. As described in the book and the movie, each brick is polished out of large stones, with wells and galleries, as well as shops and taverns selling sundries. A group of monsters like piglets walked past me, and the black-robed people flowed into the shops on the left and right like mercury from the broken bottle gallbladder.

Depressed and dull, the air like asphalt, permeating a little lively. The sounds of conversation, bargaining, laughter, and clapping the table, merged into the sound of the rain, burst into a complex and vivid life. The wooden signboard was hung in front of the eaves where I was doing business. I stopped and found a shop with five customers and walked in.

This is a place to sell books. The door is near the left side. When you enter, you will see a huge row of bookshelves dividing the space into two parts. The outer part is books and publications in the world. The written books, whether they are packaging, handwriting, and illustrations, give a strong wizard-only impression.

I also noticed a strange thing. The rain on the black robe dried up very quickly after entering the door. The ones that fell on the ground were also absorbed in a blink of an eye. There was no feeling of dampness. But it is not hot here, it can only be called warm, and the stone is not the sponge. One can't help but wonder what kind of spell was cast here.

Apart from me, three of the five guests stayed on this side, stood or squatted, buried in black robes to read books, and hurried to the counter. I followed the outside. Near the counter, there was a potted plant and a small independent bookshelf. The man in black robe standing there realized that I had walked over and hurriedly put the publication in his hands back on the bookshelf and hurried away. I looked at the checkout method in front of the counter with the afterglow in the corner of my eye, and pulled out a publication, and found that the entire bookshelf was a publication. Recalling the sensitivity of the previous guest, I really did n’t know what to say.

The man in black robe and the owner talked a few words in the mysterious language that I have always felt rap. They took out a few gray stones from their pockets. I don't know if it was my illusion. I think it is like gray stone. However, if graystone is used for trading here, it is not surprising.

One thing I have been concerned about since I saw this world. The gray mist that diffused in the sky, and the gray mist sprayed from the mouth of these black robe mages seemed to be the same thing as the gray mist produced when making gray stone. However, Dorothy tried the power of the magic pattern and found that the gray fog could not be made into gray stone, and the bodies of the black robe and strange masks could not be made into gray stone by decomposition.

Therefore, there is no clear answer to whether the fog and the fog generated after the decomposition of limestone are the same substance. In any case, this temporary data hedging space is somewhat similar to Doomsday Illusion. Perhaps the technology used by the two is the same, just the difference between mature and not.

The owner of the shop collected the stone of the black robe mage, spit out the gray mist, turned it into a package, put the book into a gray-black gelatinous fruit, only the size of an egg, much smaller than the volume of the book. The guest stuffed the fruit into his pocket and walked out of the store. I put down the books quietly and followed him out.

The black robe mage in front looked around on the street and turned to a tavern across the street. He and I crossed the street together at a distance of five meters. When preparing to enter the door, two elite mages in casual clothes came out. The black robe in front quickly gave way, and bowed slightly to the two, and I quickly followed suit. The other party did not take care of each other. Embracing his shoulders, he made a huge laugh and walked into the street.

The mask turned into a quark disintegrated like running water, and then drilled out of the bottom of the robe. I walked a few steps and narrowed the distance from the black robe mage to a fist. At the moment of entering the door, close to the ground, full of life and smart gray fog, climbed up the black robe in front, cut a pocket with gray stone on the waist, and I quickly caught the five fallen stones with my eyes. , And then the black robe went to the opposite table.

Although I really want to distinguish immediately whether this gray stone is gray stone, I cannot use the power of the magic pattern at this moment, so I can only do it. I was in the crowd, using the quark's ability, and dug out six guests' pockets before I reached the bar.

The bartender is a woman wearing a mask and a tight vest, a so-called elite mage. Except for the skin around the chest, the upper body is exposed to the air and looks full and hot, but the strong muscles and unique mask make her look like a female wrestling player. Although I can't understand the language here, judging from the voice and actions of a woman, her temperament is refreshing, and she is quite different from Fujiang. She does not have the intellectuality to see through everything when Fujiang smiles.

There is a strong rhythm of rock music in the bar, and the female bartender seems to like this rhythm, and the action is full of rhythm. She slammed the huge wine glass in front of a black robe mage. The liquid similar to beer quickly foamed up and piled up at the mouth of the glass, as if it would flow down the wall of the glass at any time, and then turned to me. I learned the pronunciation of the guest and called the same thing. I do n’t know if it ’s my own illusion. The bartender ’s gaze stopped on my face ~ www.readwn.com ~ It seems to see through the brim and mask to see me.

However, she turned around quickly. After a while, the same loud collision sounded in front of me. After the bubbles rose, I took the sip of the drinkers and took a big sip. What should I say? Although the taste is slightly different in detail, it is still beer.

I turned around and looked around the bar, looking for some possible opportunities. My task is to scout a workshop for making masks, but I intuitively think that being close to that place is likely to expose my identity. If the power of the mage only relies on the mask, is n’t the mask workshop just like the arsenal?

The voice of the bartender came from my ear, probably what was it called, but immediately, my shoulder was heavily patted. I quickly turned around, only to see the bartender put her hands on the bar, her head almost stretched into my hood, her breath was clear and audible, and she was so frightened that she almost fell backwards .

When my body leaned back, the bartender suddenly reached out and grabbed my neckline, pulled my body back, and lifted my hood with my left hand. I felt a lot of eyes focused on me from all directions. In a moment, a large amount of vocals in the bar disappeared.

Was it found?