Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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That's it.

Although the visitor did not reveal his identity to Engels.

"It came by boat, from the side of the lake." Engels' explanation did not surprise everyone. His expression was very complicated, and he was entangled in joy, doubt, worry, etc. Engels is also an insider about the temporary data hedging space in the lakeside docklands, and he can probably guess the origins of those people, but he is not sure whether he has good intentions or malicious intentions.

However, I can only work with them now. I think Engels sees this clearly.

"How many people are here?" Jung said quietly.

"Three ..." Engels hesitated for a moment and specifically mentioned: "One of them is a girl ..." He glanced at Dorothy and Sakuya lying on the bed, seemingly not listening at all. The meaning is self-evident. Speaking of which, in a normal society under normal circumstances, the person in charge and the main fighting force are little girls. No, as long as it is a minor, it will make people feel uncomfortable.

Regardless of the other party's actual ability, the first impression is contempt. However, in today's extraordinary state of affairs, if you still hold the same attitude, the worst result is not as simple as embarrassment. After so many things, Engels is more cautious than in the past.

He said that, but I remembered it. On the day Dorothy was resurrected, he once had a fight with the gang of guys in the Black Nest on the pier and killed one of them. There was indeed a girl wearing a wide-brimmed hat who didn't see her looks clearly, and the impression was a bit vague, was she?

"Me and Dorothy will stay." I said.

Everyone looked over with doubtful eyes.

"There were some minor conflicts with them ..." I explained vaguely. Dorothy groaned dissatisfiedly at the side, but did not refute it.

However, from everyone's eyes, it seems that they already understand what a so-called "little conflict" is.

"Where are they?" Jung looked at Engels.

"The third warehouse." Engels replied.

"Come on, don't let the guests wait too long." Jung said, and looked back at me again. "Sakuya, Sissen, and Marceau ... really all right?"

I understand what he said. However, on the condition that they are allowed to live in a relatively friendly temporary data hedge space, this is the best way I can think of now.

"Well, that's it."

Watching Jung and Engels walk out, my eyes fell on Saya again.

I looked at her carefully.

Miyaki turned his back to me, hiding in the haze of dim light, his body twitched slightly, his entire head and face were covered in a mask, and he could not see the expression clearly, as if something unknown was being waved from there-I do n’t know Why, in addition to the pain, my mood is still a bit fearful ... If I turn that back to my body, maybe I will see something inhuman-such an emotion makes me not the first one Time to reach out.

Similarly, such emotions made me start to hate myself.

The "prophecy" that Bajing once said suddenly appeared in my mind.

——Be careful of Sakuya, she will become a traitor.

"How could ..." I said to myself.

It was too quiet, except for Dorothy, Misaki and Zhenjiang, everyone else was gone. Zhen Jiang mumbled in the corner, and Dorothy's eyes kept falling on me like needles.

What a suffocating atmosphere.

"It failed, this action." Dorothy's voice sounded as if she had broken an invisible barrier.

"It's too late. There is no way to stop the Tianmen project, and there is no literary novel net in it. The people in the town have also died in sevens and eights, and those who survived cannot go out." She seemed to complain. Enumerated, "What are the SSs doing! Such an important thing! The result is that the black nest guys are cheap! Damn, hateful, those bedbugs who are at risk! Bad stuff! Bitch! ! Everyone should beep 100,000 times! "

Obviously, he has a good face. When he is quiet, he is like a doll, but when he is soaring, he has a big mouth. Suddenly I missed the appearance of being timid when I first saw her. Dorothy's xìng grid seems to change a lot unconsciously, which is really worrying.

None of the three women here is worry-free. For a time, this consciousness flashed across my mind. I hurriedly shook my head. It ’s your own responsibility to take care of them, so sure that the unknown and fear that permeated in my heart disappeared unconsciously.

Miyaki suddenly twitched, curled like a shrimp bow, and the painful posture made me startled, and quickly pulled her body over.

"Aye, wake up! Aye!" I called out, although I was anxious, but there was no way to burn the fiction net. The doctor has already judged before, there is no way to cure the allergic symptoms here. , Not even injections to reduce pain. Unless we go back to the temporary data hedge space, we seem to be watching her body continue to deteriorate.

Not the same as Jung said. Actually, before Miye put on the wizard mask, I and I had speculated about the similar post-morbidity, but shouldn't we think that it would be so intense, or something else? In short, Misaki wore a mask with considerable consciousness. Since I did n’t stop it at the time, I would have to taste this empathy pain now.

Isn't this a matter of course?

Has n’t it been a long time ago?

Even so, I still had such thoughts as "if she was stopped at that time" ...

There is no meaning at all.

Saki Ye ’s face tightened with the mask covering the entire head, and the wrinkles spread like blue tendons. The mask material of Xìng tightly stretched out the facial features, as if to crush the bones. , Making that face even more weird.

She opened her mouth, but did not make a sound, as if suffocated like a fish jumping out of the water, her body arched upward. I hugged and held her shoulders with great force, and a huge force hit my arm, almost pulling me out.

I don't think I can stand this kind of scene anymore. The air here seems to have changed to lead, making my lungs hurt.

When I pressed Saya Ye hard against the bed again, her resistance was like it started and suddenly ended.

The breathing sound was very weak, but she was still breathing.

The strength of my whole body seemed to escape with her calmness. I sat down beside her, and my mind was blank like lack of oxygen.

"You look tired." Dorothy's voice came from that side.

I snorted, and after a while, I didn't know whether to ask myself or ask her, so saying: "In terms of results, does everything we ever did make sense?"

There is no denying that I want to be a hero. This idea of ​​guiding action is rather a wish. Perhaps it is just a child's responsibility and longing. There are many selfish thoughts that want to be different and want to show off. However, I always think that as long as it is a good thing, it is not a shameful thing regardless of the purpose.

Although it is also mixed with selfish thoughts, on the other hand, I do want to help some people, and their happiness makes them happy. The original intention of self-confidence guided action was out of goodwill, and the judgment of self-confidence guided action has been the best under the conditions at that time.

I once said to myself that since it is impossible to save all people, at least some people can be saved.

I once told myself to save Marceau and Misaki, and think and act like this-carefully, cautiously, guess, infer, fight, persuade, understand, accept ...

But whenever I think "it must be no problem", there will always be such a small stone that trips everything in different directions.

As a result, even if they said to me, I am their hero, but the fact is, I have not been able to change anything.

Who could not be saved? wrong……

Didn't the situation get better? Not right ...

It cannot be said that it is a total failure, nor is it not unacceptable, but this result gives a feeling of unsatisfactory, it seems that "a little harder will be better." However, when reanalysing the situation at that time, there was no place where we could "work harder".

I couldn't do better under the circumstances at that time, but with such efforts, I could only get an unsatisfactory result.

Such a guy can't do "impossible things", what kind of hero?

Such a guy, is it self-righteous, not enough?

I hate such a guy. I always want to yell at such a guy "give me enough! Don't be disgraceful!" But I seem to be slowly becoming that kind of person.

Just like when I was a child, I said, "I won't become such an adult", but when I didn't know it, I already became such an adult.

Since I think I have done my best, but can't get a good result ... Should I stop?

I do feel tired.

Even if someone says "you are a hero" to me, I can't get excited at all.

If you are not asking for yourself as a "hero", abandoning the facts of having abilities, and the past and glory of elite students, and just looking at yourself as an ordinary high school student, you might not be so lost and painful ...

Humph!

"What a cowardly act." I said to myself, opening my eyes.

Dorothy's question still echoed in her ears-you looked tired.

"There is no Ranwen Fiction Net." I resolutely replied.

Dorothy's eyes became serious, and she looked at me for a while. Then look away, jump off the container and walk out.

"Then I can rest assured that there is a belligerent battle below." She said.

"Where are you going?" I called to her.

"Go out and blow the northwest wind." She said so, her back turned out of my sight.

I'm used to touching my pockets, empty, and suddenly I see Zhenjiang sitting on the corner with my knees, and I casually ask if she has a literary novel.

As I expected, she looked like she didn't hear it. Although she looked up at me, her eyes didn't have the focal length of the novel, and she looked like glass. After a while, she lowered her head again, and grinned horrorly, headlessly.

I got up and walked to her, just groped around her, and I heard footsteps stopping near me. I looked around, it turned out to be Pan, her wheaten face was a little stunned.

"How did you come back?" I asked a little unexpectedly, they should not have been out for a long time.

"It seems to bother you?" Pan did not answer my question, but instead joked a bit.

I didn't understand what she meant for a while, looked at her along her eyes, and then looked at the hand in Zhen Jiang's chest pocket.

Although my relationship with Zhenjiang is well known, and I never deliberately cover up the intimacy of getting along with each other, this time it was suddenly embarrassing.

"Is there smoke?" I asked as I returned my hand. I don't want to explain at all, because isn't that more embarrassing? Obviously it's not a big deal.

Pan stopped the non-malicious arc at the corner of his mouth and hurried to the table. He reached out and banged underneath for a while, and threw a pack of cigarettes over.

"They called you over," she said.

I glanced at the packaging of the cigarette, which is a foreign brand that I didn't know, and only half a pack was left. I talked about irrelevant topics while igniting one.

"This is yours?" I asked.

"Shepherd's." She replied, then said, "That girl seems to be familiar with you."

"She wears a hat?"

"There is no Ranwen Fiction Net ... is it your acquaintance?" She said.

"The last time I gave them some color to see." When I took a sip of cigarettes and pressed the smoke out of my lungs, there seemed to be something else suppressing. After a pause, I pulled Zhenjiang up, and then picked up Misaki, holding the Sissen mummy in one hand and dragging the cocoon of Marceau to Pan with one hand.

Although I have some concerns about meeting the group of people in Black Nest, the other party seems to think otherwise. But that ’s fine. Although we are asking for each other, since they came over on their own initiative, they naturally have their own ideas. Therefore, they cannot refuse their "reasonable" demands. In this case, it is not bad to talk openly, to be ridiculed, or to be beaten up. If that is the case, just let them go. Moreover, Father Sisen is still in my hands. If they really change their terms in good faith, they will not do too much.

Pan quickly walked a few steps and led the way in front of me.

"Is your expression too decadent?" She showed me a "cheerful" expression and said to me: "You are not yet eighteen, are you still a minor? ? I can't see at all now. "

"You manage too much." I cope with casually: "If you don't want to die before you like me, don't talk too much."

"Hah, just like you kid, pretend to be an old-fashioned look." Pan sneered.

What can I refute? This mission is really enough.

The meeting will be held in the third warehouse, the so-called third warehouse, with a "3" written in paint on the gate of the warehouse, which is very eye-catching. Although the participants in the meeting were all acquaintances who had met at least once, they represented three parties-the survivors of the town, the black nest and the netball. So far, we disguised as the National Intelligence Agency, the actual identity is a member of the network ball and the interests of survivors in the town and there is not much disagreement between the literary novel network, so there is actually no third party involved.

The request of the surviving townspeople representatives is nothing more than to allow them to have a place where they can rest and recuperate. There doesn't seem to be a requirement for the online ball itself. Of course it depends on Jung. He has allowed me to pursue private interests. My request is nothing more than to ensure the safety of Misaki and Marceau, and to allow them to live relatively freely in the data hedging space.

It's not a requirement that a strong man is difficult, should it.

The fact is that there were hardly any disputes at the meeting, and the three of us as representatives of the Black Nest very readily agreed to the request we made. They seem to have known for such a long time that, as we guessed, they have a hungry and enthusiastic attitude like absorbing nutrients to the surviving townsmen, Misaki who became a wizard, and Marsol with alienation. I have to wonder if all the changes so far are under their control.

However, it is not surprising that this is the case. After all, there are prophets among the people in Black Nest.

The Prophet Mayn used to be confused about whether "the Prophet can predict the future", but as far as I personally feel, no matter Ms. Mayn or the Eight Scenes, or this front has not participated in the conversation from beginning to end, has been The girls who stared at me with a smile were all mysterious looking.

I have no reason to believe that this girl is the prophet of the Black Nest members who dominated the data hedge space in the dock area.

Although she didn't feel ill-fashioned on her, it didn't seem like she was going to investigate and kill one of them in the past. But to be honest, it's a bit uncomfortable.

As one of the three representatives of Black Nest, although the girl didn't wear a hat, she was the one who had a connection at the dock that day.

"It's not the edge." She lay on the table, her hands supporting her jaw, and suddenly said.

Her voice gave me a sense of sight.

The girl, like me, has always served as a supporting audience at the meeting. The reason why I was called out and listened to the people next to me seemed to be her sudden request. The other two Black Nest representatives at the meeting were all adult males. I was not interested in me at all. I couldn't see any idea of ​​justice for the dead companions in my eyes, but occasionally I whispered a few words with the girl www.readwn.com ~ looks very respectful.

I believe this is not the only one I have noticed. However, the girl seemed to put all her attention on me.

She suddenly said to me, "It's not the fate of one side", which made me subconsciously have the idea that "she can read mind". Because of being too abrupt, I almost didn't react.

"Yes," she said again.

"Why, what?" I was a bit confused for a while.

"It's not one side, I will read mind surgery." The girl said with a smile, eyes completed two crescent moon.

Although she said so, I thought she was bluffing.

"Really? Haha." I laughed a few times, and asked doubtfully: "Apart from the dock, have we ever seen it?"

"In the classroom." She said.

what? I did not react for a while.