Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The patients in this dormitory building are old and small, but they are all indisputable people. They no longer have the ability to hurt others, and even they can't even take care of themselves. Crazy F fight I don't want my actions to break their peace and involve them in a vortex of unknown life and death. I also thought that before the crisis hits here, save them as much as possible and find a place that can truly accept them. From the treatment of Dr. Ruan and Dr. Ander, I smelled some bad breath. Perhaps this hospital is using these poor people to do unethical things, even cruel human experiments. The arrival of the peaked cap man is like giving me a signal-no matter what I want to do, I must speed up the pace.

The cap man stood at the door and I waved at him. The girl's room is a very suitable place for conversation.

He pulled a chair, sat down in front of me, and glanced at the three girls unnaturally.

"Hello, my name is Dallas and I am a reporter." He said cautiously.

"reporter?"

"Uh, this is my business card." The cap man said, flipping from his pocket and turning over, handing a crumpled business card.

I evened out the business card and saw a few lines in the sun: Dallas, phone :. It ’s not English except the name, but I do n’t know the other words written in squiggles, maybe German, Italian or Latin.

"What was written in person?" I looked at the other person in amazement.

The Dallas cap, who claimed to be a reporter, rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly and said, "The Sun, I am a reporter for the Sun. Damn, I said I should use English."

"Wait, The Sun?"

He seemed to understand my suspicions and hurriedly explained: "No, not the Sun newspaper you said, but a third-rate tabloid newspaper. The reporters are part-time, just like me. Oh damn, I came here very much It ’s been a long time, this is the first time this business card has been taken out. Hey, buddy, do me a favor. I ’ve been in this ghost place long enough to find you. ”

No matter how he explained it, the suspicious breath lingered. However, that is the case.

"You said you stayed here for a long time, do you know me?" I mind, is this person also a spy sent by an enemy who deliberately paralyzed me? I'm pretty sure that before today, I had never seen him before.

"Yes, we are still meeting for the first time, but I have heard about you." Dallas explained, and then silenced, as if remembering something, "Please believe me, I am not malicious. , I just want to know who you are. I have been watching you for a long time. This time I took the liberty to visit. I did n’t want to meet you directly. This is also the request of that person, because my business is a little dangerous ... "

"You're all confused." I stared at him closely, as if the hunter aimed at the prey, and said, "Who made you come? What are you going to do? I'm happy to listen to that somewhat dangerous thing." It seems that the person who gave you the information is familiar with me. That person should tell you how dangerous I am. It is better not to be dumb at this time. "

As I expected, Dallas looked pale and nervous.

"Okay, okay." Dallas took a deep breath, glancing at the girl's side. "Just here?"

"It's here." I said without hesitation: "There is no danger of burning a novel."

"You know, this is a big deal. No one in charge here wants it to be leaked. I can't talk to anyone but you." Dallas looked at him nervously, looking back nervously. , Lowered his voice and said: "Is there no ransomware **** here?"

Looking at him, there really seems to be a plot that some people don't want to see. Whether he pretends or comes true, it arouses my interest.

"Without Ranwen Fiction Net, you can trust my words." I closed my gaze and calmed down.

"Okay, maybe I can really believe you. That person said the same. The only person who can help me in this place is the one who can trust." Dallas was silent for a while, as if organizing language, "You should I know the person who gave me the information. She is also the person here. Although I have never seen her, in the letter to me, her signature is: color. It is a rare name, just like the code name, it is not ?"

Tie color? The name caused a storm in my heart. I can't tell the color of the emotions in my heart, sourness, pain, nostalgia, doubt, curiosity, excitement ... Intuition tells me that the real story begins. What color is the color in this man's mouth? No, since they claim to be the people here, it should be the girl who has left the hospital. I couldn't help looking out at the three girls playing cards in the room, and there was still a space for a fourth of them.

I looked at him quietly and said, "Write a letter to you? Didn't you see her on Ranwen Fiction Net?"

"There is no Ranwen Fiction Net. You know, we are just an unknown Sanliu tabloid. In short, I do n’t know how she knew me, no, she did n’t know who I am, maybe I saw it somewhere. Ours, so the letter was delivered, it was three months ago, and the person who opened the letter at that time happened to be me. Ah— "He sighed hard:" Only I will take care of this It ’s a doubtful letter, it ’s hopelessly wading into the muddy water, I knew ... No, it ’s too late to complain, now I want to figure out what happened here, and leave this Ghost place "

Next, Dallas explained to me everything he had encountered. I have to say that he did encounter a headache. The secrets hidden here make me feel like I have returned to the lost town full of conspiracies a month ago.

A few months ago, the unemployed Dallas finally found a job in the Sun – a part-time reporter, for a junior high school student who was imprisoned for fraud and has been moving bricks on the job site since he was released. This is considered an easy job. The problem is that without the performance of Ranwenshu.com, the boss will not pay too high a salary. For Dallas himself, temporarily acting as cheap labor is not unacceptable. The key is that this job is just a springboard. Immediately after he lost his job, he found a place to live, and as long as he was willing to work hard, has vision, and had a little luck, he could transform himself into a cultural person.

Of course, there is also the confusion of the newspaper boss, but for a middle-aged man who has only a junior high school degree and is a scammer, this is also a good opportunity, isn't it?

When other part-time reporters passed by, or maliciously edited the gossip when toilet papers are too heavy on ink, Dallas began to pursue "things that really have news value." However, his luck was not as good as he had imagined. Until three months ago, he was called by the boss to open the letter. In a large number of letters mixed with true or false newspapers, most of which were abusive by the readers, he turned over the girl named "color" Letter from.

Actually, he didn't know that the writer was just a 14-year-old girl, but the letter itself was full of suspicious taste. Not only is the handwriting scribbled, not regular letter paper, but like waste paper temporarily obtained from somewhere, the color is yellowed and the red blood is suspected to be stained with blood. He seized the letter and took it home to read it carefully.

The letter mentions the closed hospital, but the location only hints that the girl wrote in scribbles that the closed hospital uses all kinds of legal loopholes and is not well-known in the world. They cooperated with some ambitions of governments in various countries to continuously transfer mental patients and criminals to the hospital for human experiments, including some minors, and the color of themselves is the minor girl who is used as the experimental body.

The appearance and contents of this letter have to make people guess the situation of the person who wrote the letter: imprisoned in a dark place, the body and spirit were torn to death, but with strong will, he vomited blood while shaking his hand After writing this letter of distress on the waste paper, it was not easy for people to send it to the third-rate newspaper company named Sun Daily from unquestionable sources.

Dallas was immediately shocked by the scene outlined in his mind. He is a scammer, but it does not mean that he does not have the conscience of Ranwen Fiction Net and can sit idly by and watch this kind of inhumane behavior that destroys minors. On the other hand, he also understands that if the letter is true, then it is inevitable to encounter trouble, or even the risk of death, to investigate it. He tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, and he wrote the letter again and again. Although I didn't see a girl named "color" in Ranwen Fiction Net, but her hissing sound lingered in her ears, like a lamb in a slaughterhouse.

In more serious cases, these voices that cause angina pectoris will also fill his mind during the day, and he has not been able to solve it after seeing a psychologist a few times, because he cannot tell anyone about it. The girl "tied" had to believe the person who saw the letter, but the person who saw the letter could not believe anyone.

No, the only thing I can believe is that the boy mentioned in the letter is also an experimental subject, who once tried to rescue her mental patient "Gao Chuan" who eventually failed. "Color" tells Dallas that perhaps "Gaochuan" has already suffered, but if there is someone who can be trusted, it must be him. She believes that no matter how he is tortured, how his spirit deteriorates, the hero of justice The heart will not be wiped out.

Dallas was bewildered by the word "hero". He no longer hesitated. He felt that life was alive, and instead of dying of death, it was better to fight an old life and make a jaw-dropping feat.

He said to himself: I want to silence the lamb.

So, he managed to find out where the closed hospital was and mixed in with the identity of the patient. However, perhaps something went wrong with the plan. He gradually emerged, and he was confused by the situation. In the end, he could not restore the identity of a normal person and could not go out.

He has never been able to find him, but it was because of the recent jump in the building that he knew who Gao Gao was, and he dared to try to mention it. This is because Gao Chuan before the jumping event, and Gao Chuan sitting in front of him now, are two people with completely different personalities.

I was also very troubled by what he said. He really seemed to have seen me, thinking that I was indeed the old man in this hospital, a person with personality disorder. This is not the answer I want. My world, dreams and reality are all confused by his appearance. Of course, I did not mention the issue of the end of the world with him, because he is an ordinary person. Before the end of the world really appears, he will only be regarded as the whisper of the delusional. However, in any case, since things have begun, they must continue.

"They told me that the color was discharged from the hospital." I told him.

"It's not impossible," Dallas was very excited. "I have investigated. Although there is no full evidence of Ranwen Fiction Net, it is indeed very suspicious here. I think I know where she is. "

"Where? Heaven?"

"No, in that tower." He said staring at me seriously.

He said that the tall tower is naturally a tower-shaped building with a strong defense, which is the top of the mountain pack that enclosed the hospital. Until now, I still haven't been able to figure out what exactly is there.

Over the next period of time, we fell into silence. I was thinking about whether to believe his words, but the tower really seemed to hide some deadly secrets. But would n’t it be too reckless to rush in like this? Although I have armed myself to the teeth, but before I was mentally prepared, the security in that place was really tricky, and it was not clear what was inside.

"Have you been here? Why don't fat people know you?" I asked Dallas.

"No, I haven't come in. I just learned from the letter that these three girls are good for coloring." Dallas hesitated and said, "The color said in the letter that she hid the 'coordinates' Here, to get the coordinates, you have to get the crow in your room. She did not write it clearly, but it should be the clue. I hesitated for a long time before I came over and looked at the three girls, and the result ... After spreading my hands, I stared at his eyes and only saw a clear piece.

"In other words, are you going to take the coordinates and do it yourself?" I said.

"When I was young ... I decided to cut the fire for someone, no, it should be said, I hope there are people around me who can do this, so now I'm here." Dallas said with a sigh: "When I'm sure When you were the one who said the color, you were not the one you used to be, so I do n’t think you should be involved. "The man glanced at my whole body with questioning eyes," your body ... "

Before he finished talking, I pressed the mechanism, and a bee needle wiped his temples, and the nails in the rear wooden cabinet made a "boom" sound. When he realized what was happening, he immediately froze cold sweat on his forehead. I smiled and let him sit up straight and said to him: "Don't blink." He immediately panicked and wanted to step back. At this moment, I pulled out a homemade iron knife from the wheelchair armrest, and the blade passed his Forehead, shaved a dull hair.

I am satisfied with this knife. I do not waste my exercise. Although my arm strength only returns to the standard line of my peers, but to kill something, it is not only with arm strength. Eyesight, reaction, and coordination of the body have all reached a state of balance. The only thing I usually face when I exercise is the dead, but now it seems that there is no problem with the burning novel.

And this is not only a warning, but also a test. From the perspective of Dallas' reaction and expression, he is indeed an ordinary person.

In Dallas' horrified glance, I pulled out the second iron knife and waved a knife with both swords. The shoulder k, the wrist is very flexible, and the fingers are no problem. The imaginary knife and arm are integrated, like a whip full of toughness. This is the knife technique Fujiang taught me. Very good, very good, the feeling of fighting seems to be gradually awakening from the nerves and cells.

"Is there anything wrong with my body?" I said to Dallas.

"No ... there is no Ranwen.com ... uh, you, your wheelchair ..." Dallas stammered, looking back timidly at the iron needle nailed to the wooden cabinet.

"I've been preparing for this moment for a long time." I smiled happily from the bottom of my heart. "You said that the color letter mentioned that I had done something for her. Although I don't remember this, but I am still very grateful to her for treating me like that. Since she thinks I am a hero, should n’t I play this hero in the end? I also want to know, what is going on in this world, and I, in the end who."

Dallas was stunned. I think he must not understand what I said, because I had a very different nature from the world he was in. This is my dream opportunity ~ www.readwn.com ~ One can make a big fuss, whether it is a life or a life, there is no relationship between literary novels, but I can definitely find a real way.

"So ... then we ..." Dallas didn't finish his words.

"I think, I know what a crow is. But now I don't intend to join forces with you. To be honest, I don't completely believe you." I interrupted him and said very directly: I said that here, the only person I can believe in is myself. "

Dallas looked at me with a dull expression, then woke up and said hurriedly: "But it was me who commissioned the color, and I finally mixed in, and I have the letter, and there are many clues in the letter that have been interpreted by me Out."

"Dallas, Dallas ... Listen." The longitudinal wheelchair came to his side, stretched his arms around his neck, pressed his ears to my mouth, and said softly and cruelly to him, "I don't need to be burdensome You do yours, I do mine, k? But do n’t think I will risk my life to save you, want to be a hero? No problem, rely on yourself, because this is your own choice. You can convince anyone It ’s okay to help you. I have no opinion. But now, you persuaded me to fail, do you understand? ". ...

Restricted grade doomsday syndrome 274 intermural death text