Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Layers of paper stuck to Father Sissen's body, all over his body, and even his hair was not exposed, and it was thick enough to leave only a human-shaped outline. Collection ~

(Reading network) Biquge's feet wrapped together in a ball, vaguely recognizable the outline of the five senses, his hands crossed on his shoulders.

"It's amazing, is this magic? I've heard that some priests have incredible powers and can hunt demons, but this is the first time I saw them." Marceau stretched out his hand and touched the page, reading it gently. The words are indeed words in the Bible.

"I don't think it should be, although I don't know if he is a true priest. However, everything that has happened so far should be science." I replied while speaking, watching the progress of the swallowing of the mosaic below.

"Science? You, you said ... all this." Marceau was a little unacceptable now, reaching for a big circle. "It's all science? Come on, don't deceive yourself, it's not scientific at all."

"It's a little troublesome to explain, but I think you'll be surprised in the future." I shrugged and replied. Marceau, who existed as a missed body, was transformed into a body of a safe agent body. This form of existence that is beyond common sense is not inferior to that of Father Xisen. If I can safely return to reality this time, I'm sure to say that her future life will definitely become more "unique".

"I'm not surprised now. Biqu Pavilion," Marceau said, looking at me seriously. Then he glanced at the gradually approaching mosaic underneath, as if relieved, but with a slight bitter smile, "You shouldn't Come here, Sichuan. "

"I said, I will definitely find your body and then take you out." I said, "Look, I did half of it."

"This body?" Marceau's eyes fell on the huge cocoon, and he sighed, "Then nick? How should we get out?"

You do n’t have a way to burn a novel, and now you are trapped here. "

"There is always a way. Sometimes you have to believe in luck. My luck has always been good." I don't want to discuss this topic anymore and stared at her seriously. "Compared to this, you should not say goodbye to me." Is it? "

Marceau tilted his head and looked at me for a long while, followed by a trace of his hand, and kissed gently on my face. "Thank you. Really, I'm so glad you showed up next to me." Marceau's smile was a little blurry. "When I was a kid, I had such dreams before. You know, the hero and the princess ... turned out to be After growing up ... "She seemed to feel that the words were not enough, so she stopped and just shook her head. After a while, she said:

"Do you know? Even now, I still feel like a dream. Biqu Court"

"I can understand." Even when I am now, when I think about what happened in the past and reflect on how my life has changed into the present situation, I still feel a real trance.

Marceau's eyes fell on Zhenjiang. Zhen Jiang was almost wearing his body, only wearing his coat, and the smooth curve was faintly revealed. Zhen Jiang's expression looked dazed and became very silent. Since the ashing reaction appeared, she seems to be back to the mental patient again. She ignored what was happening around her, squatted on the ground with her arms, staring at the dead soldier lying on the ground, and suddenly laughed innocently.

Zhen Jiang's appearance seemed to scare Marceau. She whispered carefully in my ear and said, "Is she all right?"

"It's okay, it can't be more normal." I replied this way, but found it ridiculously ridiculous. I don't know why, looking at Zhenjiang like this, the mood of worry and depression becomes relaxed.

Two months ... Strictly speaking, even in less than two months, the world in my eyes has undergone earth-shaking changes. Sometimes it is really crazy. Zhen Jiang is a mental patient, not only splits in personality, but also falls into a trance and delusion from time to time, but I occasionally feel that I live in a false dream, whenever such a thought occurs and leads to depression Instead, it will make me wonder, is it true that Zhenjiang or himself is suffering from mental illness and caught in his own world?

What is the difference between Zhenjiang, the world in her eyes, and the world in my eyes?

"She is my fiancée." I said to Marceau: "It's also a measure of work. She is a mental patient."

"Mentally ill" Marceau's eyes moved back and forth between Zhenjiang and me, and it seemed to confirm whether I was kidding. She should be able to see one or two from the performance of Zhen Jiang at this time, but her face still had a complex expression on the 1st, "This is really surprising."

I just smiled, Marceau didn't speak anymore, the atmosphere fell into silence and silence, but it didn't make people uneasy, even if the mosaic below was getting closer, it seemed to swallow us at any time. I have a nameless confidence and we will surely be able to get out of this desperate dilemma.

The cross-shaped elevator, which seems to be made of barbed wire, is a dead, depressed and dark world, and you can't see the end no matter which direction you look in. But this deep background glows, and there should be light, otherwise we should not be able to see clearly the things around us.

When the space mosaic is only two meters away from us, gradually, starting from the top of the head, the real darkness comes again. I re-smelt the familiar and pungent sulfur and pyrotechnics. Although I can't see the surrounding scenery, I believe that as long as I stretch out my hand, I will touch the **** pus and blue moss on the wall, as well as those wet Pus.

Marceau ’s body twisted unnaturally ~ www.readwn.com ~ made me feel that she was uneasy about the changes in the dark.

"Did you smell it?" She asked. "There seems to be something ..."

"Something appeared on the wall, but I believe you wouldn't want to know what it was." I comforted her. "Don't worry, it's not dangerous. Haven't you been here?"

"I haven't been here. For the first time, I knew there was such a road." Marceau explained: "I came down from another stair ... really! It's so weird, I thought the place was just a converted basement ! "

The place naturally refers to the tumor area, and Marceau finally realized that he saw the real appearance of the area from the outside one by one, huge tumors suspended in the dark abyss.

After a while, when we were freed from the fear of being swallowed by the mosaic, the sulphur and fireworks smell began to change from thick to weak, and after a while, we could no longer smell it. A ray of light appeared above the head, and as we rose, the light continued to extend downwards, turning into a window and a door. Marceau and I were ready to fight. If the morgue was in front of us, then we might have to deal with dozens of monsters who didn't know whether it was a zombie or something. (To be continued)