Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Come on, I said so to the classmates. The classmates raised their heads and looked at the ceiling. A complex expression appeared both on the face that looked both melancholy and anticipating. I don't know why she showed such an expression, the only thing I know is that she is not sad because of parting.

The classmates closed their eyes as if communicating with someone through an invisible way. Before she opened her eyes, the surrounding space began to take on a mosaic-like form. Numerous small squares move in a staggered manner, and objects in the field of vision become blurred.

Decompose, put together——

Every movement, the small squares vaguely change the scenery, and the space connected by several small squares also constantly changes the scenery.

During this period, I vaguely saw some familiar pictures. For example, towns and piers, alleys once traversed, halls full of futuristic styles, and even Marceau did not know whether it was an illusion. Her eyes seemed to meet me at this moment. The picture changes rapidly in less than one tenth of a second, dazzling the viewer.

In the trance, I seemed to see a familiar black flying bird, which fluttered its wings in the mosaic, and flew to places beyond my reach. Looking in the direction it was going, he saw the silhouetted man sitting in a chair, his elbow resting on the armrest, his fist holding his chin, and he seemed to see me as well.

This was just a flash, like a dream, but the man's eyes were deeply imprinted in my mind.

I can't describe the look of those eyes. They may be unique or ordinary, but they are full of stories and unforgettable.

When I recovered, the mosaic had disappeared, and I was standing in a new room. There is no literary novel network in this room, but besides me and my classmates, the other members of the team are also standing by. In addition to Jung, there was also a surprise on their faces. I think they also saw a similar scene.

"It's reality to walk through this door. The coordinates are fixed on the road not far from the lake, and the distance to the nearest city is only two hours." Xie Se said, pointing to the door directly in front.

The door can't see any abnormality from the outside, and the color is not striking. It is like a wooden door for household use everywhere. Only one person is allowed to enter or exit.

"Thank you very much for your assistance." Jung nodded to the classmates.

"It's just a transaction. It doesn't matter what happens to us when we leave this door." Xie Se replied, as if we would have things after we go out.

If it's Jung, it must be considered that the people in the Black Nest will use some small means, such as telling the enemy where we are. The words of the classmates at this time are like threats to the point. Even so, we did not hesitate to burn the novel network.

"Yes, after we go out, we will be clear." Jung replied calmly: "So, leave."

He led the players to the door, and after opening, the fish rushed in. The door was dark, but not unexpected. Me, Zhenjiang and Dorothy walked at the end of the crowd, and I confirmed again. Although there are some regrets, Saki Yeah is not here. But it doesn't matter, the desire before separation has been fulfilled, and all the things I want to say have been finished, so it is best to not say goodbye again.

Dorothy stepped into the darkness, followed by Zhenjiang.

"Gao Chuan." Before I walked in, the classmate suddenly stopped me.

I stopped and looked back. The classmates threw something over. I caught it and saw it was a chip the size of a nail. The appearance was familiar, and I soon remembered it, and it was stolen from the netball by the spy and was used to store The personality chip of Marshall is very similar.

Now with the assistance of Black Nest, Marceau seems to have completely transformed into a safe agent body, or a similar life form. Although I haven't talked to me in detail, I still can feel that Marceau has been closely connected with this data hedging space and has become a part of the core. Does this mean that she no longer needs this chip, so the classmates returned it to me?

"Marceau gave it to me?" I asked.

"No, this is not the Marceau's one. This is our latest imitation." The classmate gave an unexpected answer.

"Is it okay to give it to me? Back to the online ball, maybe you will be asked to hand it over." This is also a matter of course. Now everyone knows that the personality chip seized from the spy falls in my hand. However, since the chip has been used on Marceau, since I was sure that the task was completed, I had some headaches about how to explain to the organization. Now I get a new one, and I will use it as a last resort.

"It's okay, it's up to you. But I don't think it will fall into the hands of the online ball." Classmate Sei took the silk in his ear and said softly, "This is a insurance, insurance of fate."

Her words began to be inexplicable again. Although I could n’t fully understand what she meant, it did n’t matter if this was the start of some of her plans. I could clearly feel the martial arts. Ao Shijiuzhong's strongest abandon Shao Zhou's royal family will kill the gods and seals the throne at night The royal family created the **** to kill the **** of the night, the throne of the **** seal, and begged for the best of the world.

"Then I will accept this gift with carelessness." I cherished it in my arms, hiding it close to my chest.

"Maybe you have forgotten, so I emphasize again. When the purpose of the second week, please be sure to find me quickly. I have been waiting ..." The classmates looked at me with expectant eyes.

The second week-she used the word again. But even if I looked at her with puzzled eyes, she didn't seem to plan to say anything.

"that's it?"

"That's it." She smiled.

"So, goodbye." I said, without hesitation, stepped into the darkness.

A faint answer came from behind: "Goodbye, soon ..."

The darkness in front of me was only a moment, then suddenly bright. It's like coming from a stale world to a new world. The bright sun, fresh air, and the swift mountain wind mixed with the smell of water vapor, soil, and vegetation, pounding the heart quickly and powerfully. My heart was filled with joy, like the dust accumulated in my heart was washed by the spring water, and the blood that had once become dull shuttled through the body.

Others stood not far away and were looking around, also with a relaxed smile. Judging from the position of the sun, it was almost noon, and a lot of cotton-like clouds were carried by the wind, blocking the dazzling light from time to time. We were standing in the middle of the highway, and the huge massive shadow cast on the road surface appeared and disappeared. The front and back roads around the mountains were like snakes that meandered in the mountains and could not see the end.

If it is really as the classmates said, then it is far from the road section that was once blocked by the Doomsday Truth. You can neither see the city nor the lake, let alone the raccoon town that has become a Jedi.

The magician ran toward the road guardrail near the cliff side. He shouted loudly overlooking the bottom, and soon an echo came.

"We came out, we are still alive to let those ghost things go to hell"

We laughed at each other, leaning side by side towards the fence.

Vehicles on the highway are very scarce, and we plan to walk for a while. Jung took out his cell phone and the signal was restored, so we quickly found our position on the electronic map through satellite positioning. As we walked, Jung explained to Dada and others who were on standby in the city, and then had to give a rough explanation to the headquarters of the Security Bureau. Although I feel that it is a long time, the period of time when the two parties cannot communicate is actually not long.

"We only stayed in that place for seven days, and thought we would be stationed there for a long time." Pan mumbled while walking limpingly while using the shepherd dog as a cane. Her body is still not fully recovered without burning literature novel network, but it is lucky to be alive, should this mission be difficult or easy? Although things are cumbersome and have a great impact on ordinary people, for those of us who are talented, only two teammates died in the last battle.

Regardless of the final result, if the difficulty is divided by the number of team deaths, it can be regarded as not difficult. Even for me as a newcomer, the first mission, the advent offensive and defensive battle, was a nightmare. If Zhenjiang and Dorothy are not special, there is no possibility to complete the mission. Even with all kinds of backers, and gathering a large number of elite teams, there is only one person left to survive.

Particles, matches, flashes, Little Red Riding Hood, a, files, ballet bears, fire escapes, and Billy Cowboy ... the faces of these people came to my mind one by one. Maybe one day, I will live like someone else, only in someone's memory?

"Death, how terrible." I whispered to myself.

Dorothy seemed to hear it, turned to look at me, and I smiled.

"However, death is not the most terrible thing. Even death is of equal value, isn't it?" I said to her and to myself.

"Maybe." The expression on Dorothy's face did not change in any way.

"After going back this time, what are your plans?" I asked because I had decided not to team up with Jung, so Dorothy's plan had to be asked clearly. She had no choice when she parasitized me as the right eye, but she used to have her own team. The inside of the Netball should also have some understanding of her particularity, so after the advent of offensive and defensive battles in the advent loop, even if there is no news from her, she will not be randomly divided into the ranks of the dead. According to her seniority, it should not be difficult to become the new captain.

"It's going to be trimmed for a while," Dorothy said.

"Really? That's fine. Your resurrection is a bit different from before." I said softly: "It's better to have someone help check it."

Dorothy responded in a perfunctory manner, but soon she rubbed her temples again. Although there is no uncomfortable expression on Ranwen Fiction Net, if there is nothing on Ranwen Fiction Net, it will not make such an action. It seemed to notice my worried eyes, her eyes turned away and landed on the silly Zhenjiang. At this time, Zhen Jiang would stop at the same place if I were not led by me. Sometimes I would answer my words, but the response was slow, and I was always silent more often, or I would say something that was so clumsy and unanswerable. , That is mostly her self-talk.

"It's better than her," Dorothy said.

It's like a sister who has to fight with her sister everywhere.

But contrary to what she said, I feel that her condition at this time is much worse than that of Zhenjiang-it seems normal, but it gives people a sense of instability when walking on the edge, just like it will break through the critical point at any time. . What Zhen Jiang said is not normal but normal performance.

"Critical weapon ..." I hesitated.

"Huh?" She looked over.

"Give me back, I'm not planning to rest yet." I said.

Although this knife-shaped critical weapon can exert its strongest power in Dorothy's hands, even if it can't exert its real power, it is still a powerful weapon. In the days to come, there is more time to rely on it, of course, it is impossible to throw it to a guy who is ready to rest.

Dorothy was obviously a little bit reluctant, but she was silent for a long while, and then she untied the long knife and threw it into my hands.

"Don't lose it." She said in her master's tone.

Looking at her expression, I thought it would take a bit of lips.

After turning a corner, a truck appeared on the other side of the road ahead, but it was the opposite direction to us. But we didn't wait long, the new car sound came from behind. The voice of the motive was heavy, and we stopped and looked towards the rear, just like we thought, a big truck running a long distance. Jung also put away his cell phone and reached out with everyone. The shepherd dog even took off his coat and waved, blowing a whistle.

The truck did not ignore us, and gradually slowed down and stopped. The driver leaned out of the car window and patrolled us.

"To count as a child, you can only take three." The driver with a barrel of wine raised three radish-like fingers. Although there is no clear expression from Ranwen Fiction Net, his eyes are clearly on Pan, Zhenjiang and Tao Three women in Lesi.

"Pan, BT, Raven." Jung nodded the names of the three of us, then pointed at me and said to the driver, "He is a child."

"How old are you?" The driver asked, staring at me.

"Go to high school." Jung answered for me.

"I can't see it, it's too thin." The driver mumbled, but did not maliciously burn the fiction net, and then shook his head at the three of us, "Get in the car, the little girl can also come up, a big sit in front, The other three squeezed in the back. "

Of course, the little girl refers to Dorothy. She looks younger than me, about thirteen.

There was no objection from Ranwen Novels. Pan took the front seat. Me, Zhenjiang and Dorothy squeezed into the back seat together. Dorothy sat directly on my lap. In this way, it did not seem too crowded. I noticed that the driver glanced through the rear view mirror, revealing a meaningful smile.

After Pan thanked the driver, he waved goodbye to others. After the car drove, Jung was quickly thrown out of sight.

"Just put you down in the city, okay?" After driving for a while, the middle-aged driver broke the silence.

"We just went to that city." Pan You replied kindly.

"Why do so many people stay on the road?" The driver asked.

"The car broke down."

"Oh? But I didn't see any vehicles parked on the road, and I didn't see a rescue vehicle." The driver questioned, but then there was another attitude that was irrelevant, "Forget it, you will give Money? "

"Of course, one hundred dollars per person." Pan smiled, "give me wherever I go."

"... It's the same now, isn't it?" The driver's eyes flickered, but his face paled immediately afterwards.

From my point of view, I can see exactly what Pan fiddled with-a small pistol, the appearance of which is a model of women's self-defense, but the security bureau cannot be a simple thing. Pan folded the gun body and tucked two bullets into the bomb bay under the driver's eyelids.

"Look, my body is tattered, only this gadget is gone, and there is really no way to give you that much money right away." Pan smiled kindly.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay." The driver took out a towel tucked in the side and wiped his forehead. "I can understand it, it's just a joke. Guest, please sit down. I'll speed it up. Everyone thinks that it's coming Is it better in town? "

"Thank you, I will pay." Pan Li said politely.

"Ah, ah the machine hummed.

In this way, we saw the outline of the city in less than an hour. After entering the suburban highway, there were significantly more vehicles, but the road was more straight, and soon a warning sign limited to 60 kilometers was seen.

"Where are you going to stop?" The driver finally asked again.

Pan said the name of the place, and the driver looked embarrassed. It didn't seem to be the way down, but he glanced at the pistol in Pan's hand again, and he accepted it.

"Relax, we will give money." Pan emphasized again.

The driver nodded with a stern look.

The driver took us to a garden square in the city center and found a place to stop. After we got out of the car, Pan let the driver wait for a while and said that he immediately asked someone to send the money over. However, the driver immediately postponed it for illegal parking.

"It's a pity ~ www.readwn.com ~ He was really able to get four hundred dollars." Pan shrugged to us.

"Are you sure he won't be fined and his driver's license will be revoked?" I said.

"Of course, this little thing is not a problem at all." Pan said confidently.

"How do I go now? Isn't someone coming to pick us up?" Dorothy said, looking around.

"Agree to meet at the central fountain." Pan said, taking us there.

There are many people in the central fountain, whether it is a couple, a single adult, or a teenager, scattered around. Although it is not crowded, it is not so easy to distinguish someone. There are people who do anything in the square, play music, sketch paintings, walk around on pulleys and skateboards, and ask the shop car to buy cooked food to have a few at a glance.

Pan, among so many people, noticed Dada who came to meet us at a glance.

"Here here" When I noticed, the two had called out loudly, shaking their arms and running towards each other with a look of excitement. . ...