Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I do n’t know what the enemy wants to gain from me. I have lost my strength, and I do n’t have a deep understanding of the online ball, but if I really have anything ... I touched my right eye, although I ca n’t feel it, but it ’s probably still in my body—

If the enemy wants to get something from me, and this big battle is set up intentionally, then the other party cannot use violence against me in a short time. On the bright side, the probability that everyone in this hospital is an enemy is actually not very big. In order to improve the success rate of confusion, the true and false are the best choices. And you are not necessarily the first person to be treated in such a special way, so there must be a "companion" here.

I carefully searched the room again, and I didn't miss every corner until I confirmed that there was no monitoring tool in the room. For this reason, I tore the lampshade, shattered the decorative seat, and pried up the bed and the floor. I think this is still unsafe, and it is necessary to construct a truly own space in this enclosed area where all enemies look around. So I started to analyze the structure of this room, changed the position of the furniture, and planned to make a major renovation.

I can only rely on myself. The production and decision of the construction draft, as well as the troubles encountered during construction must be resolved by myself. This is a huge project for me. At the same time, I do n’t have much time to burn the novel network, I can feel that every minute and second in this closed hospital, my heart and will are being corroded, and I want to really become a madman Before I built a reserve for myself, it was not just for physical safety, but more for psychological safety.

After returning from Dr. Ander's office, I spent the whole day, except for the meal time, thinking about the needs, difficulties and solutions involved in this project. I wrote them one by one on paper. In addition to building a secret room, I have to solve the weapon problem for future battles.

What materials and tools can be obtained in this self-sufficient closed hospital, according to what they have learned, what can be made of these materials, these must be carefully considered.

I am glad that although I have only been in high school, I used to be a true top student. Not only do I know and understand all the relevant mathematical knowledge in high school, but I also use these theoretical knowledge to practice interest in my spare time. I once mentioned that my dream is to be a dynamicist who can be called a "frankenstein". I have read a lot of reference lesson plans in psychology, science and popular science books. After becoming a natural candidate, I learned to survive in the field and arm myself with the seemingly most common supplies.

I have lost a lot in battle, experienced all kinds of pains, and got enough experience from it, not only because the real warriors have the knowledge of fighting, but also strong enough will and patience.

The next day I started to do it, while pretending to be walking in the hospital, while observing everything I could use. I will talk to anyone here, whether they are patients or normal people, what kind of work they are doing. I would be happy to help them a little, and then learn from them about the time and place of their daily activities, and ask them to ask for some materials or tools that are inconspicuous to them but useful to my plan.

I am like an ant, accumulating little by little so that it won't attract attention. I do n’t want to be maverick. I insist that I ’m a normal person as before, and then be treated as a mental patient by others. Play the game.

Gradually, I can freely enter and leave many people's rooms without being criticized, and I can take away what they put in the room and the workplace. And they simply don't know what I can do with these things.

I used a wardrobe, door panels, thick cloth, sponges, and cardboard boxes to create a simple soundproof room on the basis of the original studio. The room occupies two-thirds of the space, does not require a bed, and has a chandelier. The floor was thickened and stuffed, and several layers of quilts were laid to prevent vibration and noise, thus completing a workshop. Even so, I still dare not do some relatively dynamic work in the middle of the night.

I sealed the window with wooden boards, iron bars and nails so that it could not be seen in the room from the outside, and made a bolt to prevent anyone from unlocking it.

When this secret project was completed, my heart finally settled down, and the room could only be called a stronghold until this day.

I know I still have many things to do, but I have to do it one by one. Before I lose my legs and strong body, I never know how much convenience they can bring to my work. I made horizontal bars and dumbbells for myself and made time for exercise every day. At the beginning, I could only do less than ten pull-ups. Gradually, I could do twenty in one breath. Only then did I feel confident that I could wield a knife to kill people.

I made a lot of rings in the room, and after shaking them, I controlled the wheelchair and swayed my body to avoid dangling, so as not to be hit by these rings. I keep going in and out of various complex terrains. While understanding the geography of closed hospitals, I find out how much mobility I can only have in controlling wheelchair movements.

Theoretically, I do n’t have free time for Ranwen.com, but I still force myself to stop for half an hour every day, so that I do n’t always use utilitarian glasses to treat people and things around me. This is a great way to relieve stress, and I will help anyone in trouble during this time without trying to get anything from them. My favorite place to stay with the three girls in the next room is the three girls I once mistaken for them as Misaki, Bajing and Masuo in the girlhood.

I have never heard them talk, but it should not be dumb. Their eyes are very weird, or they give people a sense of anomaly. I used to be confused and resisted, but the most important reason why I gradually like them is that it can make me feel quiet around them.

They sometimes play building blocks, but more often they play a card game silently. Those cards are not unusual pokers. There are no numbers and flower cards from Ranwen.com, but there are many irregular inks on white background. Stains. Although I still don't understand the rules of this card game, but because they will always be divided into four during the split, it makes people think whether there is a fourth person.

The fourth person is a ghost-this is an illusion, and I found the existence of the "fourth person" in their room, or evidence of the existence, that was a bed, some clothes, and some not belonging to the three girls Sundries. Later, someone who knew the situation told me that the fourth girl had been discharged.

I specifically asked the names of these four girls, but these names made me dumbfounded.

Their names are: Misaki, Bajing, Marceau and Seki.

I have asked more people for this, and even verified Dr. Ruan and Dr. Ander, and all the people who knew these four girls gave the same answer.

There is no more ridiculous thing than Ranwen Fiction Net, is it? I tried to apply for access to the background and information of these four people, but was unexpectedly rejected. I didn't know from the beginning to the end what happened to these four girls. Why do they call these names? What kind of diseases are they suffering from, so that they are silent and gloomy all day long? Why are they always playing that weird card game? Where is the fourth girl's "color"?

There are no literary novelists who talk to me about these things, not even themselves. I want to do something for them, but for them, I am always in and out of their room like a humanoid air, although they will focus their eyes on me when I come in and go out. . This makes me feel that I really have some unclear relationship with them.

In addition, their room is never closed. I also suspect that they do not sleep at all, because sometimes when I secretly go out in the middle of the night, I can always see the three pairs of ghostly eyes in the dark room. At first I was shocked by them, but then I did not get used to it completely.

However, I must reiterate that the appearance and personality of these three girls are not the same in my memory of Misaki, Bajing and Marceau. The anxiety, confusion, urgency, pain and dedication that existed for them in their hearts were only due to their names and the illusions they saw when they first met.

Yes, I said to myself that they are not the same person at all.

As a result, the fall of my soul is even deeper. Does this closed hospital exist in my dream or is it a trap-like reality?

In order to resolve my worries and irritability, I forced myself to carry out a larger project.

There is a picture library in the hospital. Although there is no profound theoretical textbook of Ranwen Fiction Net, there is no lack of various theoretical textbooks up to the university and practical books for designing daily work and life. I spend some time every day to check and learn in the gallery. For example, how to repair a waste motor, and then combine other materials to transform their wheelchairs, so that it has a higher mobility.

In order to fight against a firearm that is very likely to exist, I tried to make a crossbow. Fu Jiang once made it in an illusion of doomsday, and then she did it several times in her spare time. It may be her interest to make weapons. I have played for her, and the relevant steps and structure can still be recalled. Then, these firearms were reduced in size and hidden in a wheelchair.

This busy time is exhausting but not boring. It is the most stable day after I enter this hospital. With the completion of each piece of equipment, I can clearly feel the martial arts. Devil Ao Ninth Chongtian Strongest Abandoning the Young Da Zhou Royal Family Will Kill the God God Seal Throne at Night The Zhou Clan made the gods and killed the God of the Immortal Throne at night. This lies not only in foreign objects, but also in physical and psychological. I know that I am steadily moving towards my goals.

I said to myself, Gao Chuan, you are a true warrior, the past is, the present is, and the future is also.

Until this night, I was finally able to fully arm myself.

I sit in a wheelchair, control the output and direction through wooden handles and buttons, move forward and backward in a narrow space, and turn around in place. In the field test, it was higher than the adult male running. I pressed the inconspicuous trigger, the thick iron needle of the palm of my hand spewed out of the honeycomb-shaped opening that opened the door, and it was nailed to the wooden board five meters away in the blink of an eye. This kind of shooter transformed from a bow and crossbow is called a "bee needle" by me. It is loaded with five bullets. It uses special magazines to eject five iron needles at a time. The maximum killing distance is ten meters, and it can penetrate the human body within six meters. . At the same time, the "Bee Needle" launcher can also be used to throw a hook rope, or use the second modified cartridge. There is only one iron needle as an ammunition, but it is connected to the electrode and can instantly activate a voltage of nearly kilovolts.

I sewed a black coat-style combat suit for myself. There are many pockets inside, there are many small-thick chains in the interlayer, and the steel plates are embedded in the vital parts. In addition, there are helmets and face masks. Although covering my head and face with my body shape is just an act of stealing ears and bells, but the helmet can effectively protect the head from being pierced by pistol bullets. The pig nose of the mask is a simple filter to let I can use more variable tactical weapons like smoke bombs.

I carry a folding knife with me, but the real lethal weapon is a long grass, which is more powerful than the current arm strength when I use a wheelchair and impact puncture. In addition to the "bee needle" hidden in the wheelchair, I also created a hand-held bow and crossbow, but because of technical problems, although the shooting power is more powerful, the accurate head is not very good, and the string is very laborious for myself.

Nevertheless, although not completely satisfactory, I finally gained the power of battle again.

On this day, more than ten days have passed since the first meeting with Dr. Ander. Shortly after Christmas, the atmosphere of the festival remained in the closed hospital. I looked at the clock on the workbench, and in two hours it would ring at zero.

1999 is coming.

I do n’t know when and in what form the end of the world will be presented to everyone in 1999, and whether everything I ’ve done makes sense to it. However, I do not regret the battles that I participated in, and the real battle has just begun. If this closed hospital is a trap for the enemy, if the end of the world is really inevitable, then the turbulent new world will be unstoppable and affect this place.

God of the new world, if you exist, if this is your will, if this is my destiny, then I am ready to meet them.

Let me watch a good show.

My mood was agitated, I didn't sleep all night, wearing a quilt, holding a weapon and sitting in a wheelchair. After many days, I opened the curtain for the first time and looked at the gray world through the frozen glass window. It started to snow three days ago. Tonight, there was no stop of the literary novel network. The tree shadows swayed outside the window, just like a demon dance, and there was a continuous snowfall and a dull sound. This gloomy world of all things makes me have a poetic sense of both sight, I seem to hear the figure shuttled in the shadows, the vague gunshots, the cry of killing, maybe in this closed world, the same There are conspirators 'thoughts and tampering, and nightwalkers' foolishness.

The world where war and peace exist, the turbulence and calm before the end of time, black and white, and gray and blood in the interlace, that is where I should be, and there must be someone I must save. This ambiguous, stagnant psychiatric hospital is really annoying.

——Do you think so? River.

I touched my right eye and felt the martial arts. The Holy King made the sacred king to kill the God Seal of the Throne at night. The Zhou Clan martial Qiankun will kill the God Immortal throne in the night to seek the Devil Ao Ninth Heaven's strongest abandoned Shao Da Zhou Clan's gods will kill the God Immortal throne in the night to be the most powerful Abandon the Nine Heavy Heavens , And the stiffness and tremor of the muscles, the cold outside can not freeze the blood that has begun to boil in my body.

I want to go back

I want to go back

I want to go back

Even if the next moment back is death

I heard a cry from my heart.

I looked at the snow outside the window like this, rising from night to dawn, from dawn to sun. When people's footsteps and hustle and bustle sounded outside the house, I took all the weapons I could hide in and drove the wheelchair to open the door.

The corridor is still a day-to-day view, giving people the illusion of video playback. The doors that open in the hallway are still those. I can be sure that they even open at the same angle, because they have never been closed. The people in the corridor are exactly the same as what they are doing.

The silly fat man started to run back and forth with the mop again, ran from the first floor, ran higher and came down again. The old woman imagined playing with wool. Not only the so-called man looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree quietly, but the other was pacing back and forth. The air was filled with the sound of TV, the noise of the radio, the loud reading, the confusion of playfulness and laughter, which was monotonous and annoying. The three girls were still in the room, playing the same game. When I passed by, they looked towards me like a heart.

I gave them a gentle smile. As always, they did n’t respond a little bit. Until I left, they seemed to be able to feel the martial arts. The Zhou Clan will kill the God Seal of the Throne in the night and ask the Devil Ao Ninth Heaven to abandon the youngest. The throne of the Indian throne is the strongest, and the nineth heaven is the strongest to abandon the royal family of the young and big Zhou until their eyes penetrate the wall ~ www.readwn.com ~ landed on my back.

I came to the cafeteria, as usual, this time period is full of people. There are doctors, patients, handymen and police officers, and most of the seats are full. Three or four TVs hung on the walls on both sides, and the Christmas tree in the corner had not been removed, but the gift box of the branch had been torn off long ago, leaving only floating ribbons. A few days ago, there was a lot of excitement, and people's moods have obviously not escaped from the after rhyme.

The days here are dull and calm, not everyone likes this kind of life. But because of this, it made me feel the opportunity.

They slacked off, they became more enthusiastic, and began to talk about topics that they would not normally mention.

I kept quiet, and ordered breakfast at the canteen window as usual, and came to a long table with a tray. With the exception of doctors, few people gather together with patients. The diners at this long table are mostly staff members of the hospital, of all skin colors and nationalities. People around me greeted me, maybe they knew me a little bit mentally, but the conversation a while ago played a role, enough to let them know that I can communicate like ordinary people. . ...

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