Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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I was surrounded by darkness, but I did not lose consciousness. I ca n’t feel pain anymore with no ads in the whole text, as if my body was blown into coke by the gray fog spell a second ago is just a nightmare, but I know that is not an illusion, but this darkness is that people will come after death Where did you go? In this silent darkness, I don't know what to do or where to go. I can't see my body or touch anything. There is nothing but me here. I think it's better to move forward. Just as soon as this thought rose, a light spot appeared in front of it.

I looked at the light point in surprise, obviously I hadn't moved, but it was getting bigger and bigger, as if rushing towards me from a distance. I felt the momentum rushing towards me, the light eroded the darkness, and the strong light made me want to cover my eyes. After a few breathing hours, the light passed by me, completely expelling the darkness, and there was a noisy noise.

I opened my sore eyes stimulated by the light, and what appeared in front of me was a scene of a bustling city. I turned around with unbelievable mood and accidentally bumped into the pedestrians passing by. The man just glanced at me and walked away in my apology. I realized that I was standing on the stairs of a flyover, and hurriedly walked up to the flyover with people. I hurriedly found a place at the fence of the flyover and looked into everything in front of me.

At the foot of the spacious two-way road, there are lots of cars on the road. There are many green trees on the sidewalk, and the wide canopy covers the shadows on the driveway. A passerby rested and chatted on the bench under the tree. A large parasol was set up in front of the cold drink shop. A woman took the pet dog out of the seat. Immediately, another couple sat over. The shops around are lined up, and customers come and go. Talks, music, advertisements and car sounds converge into a huge torrent, washing this bustling neighborhood.

I do n’t understand where I am. It ’s a modern city, but it ’s not the city I live in. I wonder if this is the world after death, but I do n’t think I ’m dead. So why do I appear in such a place? Despite the crowds around, I developed a feeling of loneliness and felt that there was no place for me to stand here. This is not where I should be. I remembered the gray-robed wizard, and the people who ran out of the warehouse. I couldn't help worrying, and wanted to go back to them. But now, I don't know where I am, where I am going, and I can't find my way home.

I was a little dazed, but the experience of going out alone many times made me quickly get rid of these useless emotions and came up with a few things I should do now. Try to call someone you know, and if you are unlucky, you should figure out where you are. I asked the people around me about the location of the Internet cafe, and the other person looked embarrassed and randomly said indifferently, "I don't know." The store walked.

I asked the salesperson at the counter about the Internet cafe. This time the other party thought for a while and pointed me in a uncertain direction: "It seems to be there." I looked in the direction she pointed and saw It is a five-story building with good decoration. The large characters on the signboard show that it is a comprehensive fitness center. But I didn't doubt this kind clerk's words. While walking towards it, I felt my pockets, and my pace slowed down.

I don't have a penny in my pocket. It is also correct to think about it. Although it seems to be a living city, and it is also alive, but the memory of the recent death by the gray fog spell is still etched in my heart. Why can't this be the world after death? Not long ago, he was still in darkness, but in a blink of an eye he came to a city of sunlight shining by the sun, which was a strange thing in itself. Is this complete and healthy body felt now really a real body?

Therefore, it is normal to have no money on your body.

I'm a little embarrassed. I don't have any money or valuables except clothes on my body. How should I spend tonight? As for the way to figure out where you are, just go to the library or a larger bookstore, and you can get information by chatting with others no matter what.

I asked the pedestrian again the location of the destination, and it didn't take much time to learn that the destination was in the opposite direction, and I had to return to the overpass. I thanked and returned to walk back. The sun from the top of the **** exudes violent light and heat. I began to feel some dryness. I can't help but envy those who can drink cold drinks under the shade of trees and parasols.

After walking a few steps, I accidentally noticed that a black shadow fell on the top of the curved shed of the overpass. When I stared at it again, the black shadow fluttered in the wings and flew up. I could n’t help but be surprised. A crow. It is not surprising to see birds like pigeons and sparrows in the city, but crows are extremely rare animals.

I haven't done much research on the crow, I just know that it often appears in the rancid place, taking rotten meat as food, because the identity of the scavenger and the hoarse voice are regarded as a symbol of disaster. However, as a member of the whisperer who is constantly chasing mysterious things, I have no prejudice and loathing about crows. Among the other members of the Whisperer, the eight sceneries and Morino who pretended to be a mystic master even loved black cats and crows, thinking that they had a dark elegance.

The crow suddenly entered the flyover and landed on someone's shoulder. The gap between pedestrians is not enough to observe the whole picture of the man, but he subconsciously feels that he is the breeder of crows, so he can't help but be interested in this person. What kind of talents will raise crows as pets? Maybe someone similar to the whisperer.

I am concerned about the man's actions. I can recognize that his height is only about one meter seven. He is not an adult. Judging from the fact that he is wearing a school uniform, he is probably a high school student. The high school uniform didn't feel casual at all. I know this is because he takes it seriously as a formal dress. This person is definitely a thoughtful person, even if his personality is not strong, he must be a particularly stubborn top student. I saw his own shadow in the high school era in him.

I am kind and affectionate to this high school student and decided to create an opportunity to meet him. Based on my personality in high school, I might be able to rub a dinner at his house and solve the accommodation problem by the way. However, when he came out of the crowd and showed his full picture, I stopped in shock.

The guy has black, thin, medium and short hair, and his face looks fine, his eyes are focused, and he seems to be thinking about something-it's too similar, the facial features, the expression, the temperament and the dress are all like the high school era. I. No, this boy is just myself who walked out of the river of time. At this moment, my mind was a bit dull, and an unclear word appeared in my mind: there will always be three people in the world who are exactly the same as myself.

I slowed down, stopped and stared at the boy, confirmed his appearance, movements and expression again, and gave birth to him again as another feeling. At this time, the boy also stopped and turned slightly. I thought his gaze was noticed by him, but I didn't expect him to just look back, probably saw an acquaintance, and then pulled his foot to catch up. .

The boy called the acquaintance on the stairs at the other end of the overpass: "Sakuya!"

I think he heard correctly, he did say the name "Sakuya". Suddenly, some kind of incredible thought rose in my heart, and I turned my attention to the boy's acquaintance.

It was a girl with glasses. Her body was wrapped in old-fashioned sportswear. She pulled her chest tightly and walked in a hurry. She seemed to fall when she touched it lightly. From my direction, I can clearly see her appearance. The good-looking but pretty cowardly face, also with a familiar shadow-if the college girl I know Misaki is younger, it must be this look. If she had shown me photos of her in high school, it would be like this.

My heart thumped, and my dry mouth became more pronounced. What exactly happened? What the **** is this place? Why do I see these two people?

Then, the female high school student named "Saki Ye" called out the boy's name in a confused and stunned voice: "Classmate Gao Chuan?"

I suddenly pulled my legs and ran towards the two. Three feet and two feet jumped up the stairs, pushing away the flow of people in front of you. The sound of cursing kept getting into your ears, but you couldn't follow the restless mood in your patience. I desperately want to get in touch with these two people and want to understand what is happening here. I doubt my dream before I died, but there is nothing to judge whether it is a dream here.

When I rushed to the stairs at the other end, the female high school student Sakuya was raising her head, glancing at the male student Gao Chuan and laughing weakly. That smile is so familiar. In the four years of college, I have been embraced by this gentle and soft smile countless times.

"Classmate Gao Chuan hasn't changed at all. It's great." She said, "It's okay, I'm going home."

As soon as I finished talking, my body was crumbling, and the boy with the same name, who was exactly the same as me, opened his arms under confusion, and she immediately fell in the arms of the other party. I jumped down the stairs vigorously, reaching for the boy's shoulder. Instead of avoiding it, the crow on his shoulder seemed to be frightened and fluttered with his wings.

The moment I contacted him, the whole world froze.

The solidified power made me unable to move, although I was able to think, but the ensuing events left me no time to think. The frozen scenery around is collapsing, just like the scenery enclosed in glass. When the glass breaks, it also falls down, turning into a little crystal light. Me and the boy named Gao Chuan, who was facing away from me, did not destroy with the collapse of the world. It was like the surrounding scene was torn, and everything below was exposed. It was a long step.

This step is so familiar, since that day, I don't know how many times I saw it in my dreams, how many times I climbed it. Looking back, no, there is no end to looking forward. In that dream, when I walked up the stairs, I saw a faceless person standing there, but could not walk to his side. I talked to him, but he just stood there silently to me laugh. I want to know who he is, so I keep walking up this staircase in my dream.

The dream seems to overlap with today's scene. When I recovered, I found that the boy who was held on his shoulder was so similar to the strange but familiar man.

The high school boy in school uniform turned back with a smile on his face, he said to me: "Hello, Gao Chuan, my name is Gao Chuan, I am very happy to see you."

This is my first contact with him. I have many questions I want to ask him, such as who he really is, why he appears in my dream, what happened in the past, am I dreaming now, etc. But when I opened my mouth, I couldn't say anything.

I think I should be familiar with each other, and those questions are not questions originally, and all answers should be clear. However, I cannot get a clear answer from this feeling. Think about it, think about it ... There is a voice saying this to me.

For the first time, the boy who was also called Gao Chuan had further movements. He covered the palms I pressed on his shoulders with his palms. The touch, heat and power from the palms were clear and firm, just like this action Some kind of spirit and thoughts are passed to me, it also seems to encourage me, but also seems to comfort me. Without speaking, that complex emotion was conveyed to my heart through that palm.

"Please," the voice seemed to say, "Come on."

As for what pleases me, I have no clue at all, but I can't help but burst into tears, and my heart is full of emotions. Unconsciously, tears slipped down his face. "I will work hard." I told him this, so he smiled again, and there seemed to be a clear spring in my heart, washing everything.

In front of him, "Gao Chuan" raised his left hand. I saw three prismatic patterns on the inside of his wrist. The prismatic pattern in the middle stood upright, and the other two flared like wings. He was like removing a prosthesis, taking off his left wrist with a prismatic pattern and gently putting it in my left hand. The peculiar wrist immediately turned into a cloud of gray and penetrated into every pore of my left hand, and at the same time came a convulsion and pain. This pain drilled into my body along my arms, spread to the head and limbs along the neural network, and became more and more intense.

I think it seems that there are countless drills making holes in the cells, as if the fog is squeezing into a deeper life essence and even the soul in a certain form. This pain did not make me dizzy, but felt all this more clearly. I was not unharmed, but it was burnt into coke not long ago, but the pain is far less than 1% of it. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make any sound. I didn't want to move. I didn't know how I was able to support it. There was a scorching heat running through my body along the blood vessels. Perhaps it was this feeling of boiling blood Pain.

More importantly, in front of this "Gaochuan", I instinctively didn't want him to see me falling down. When I was young, I felt that I would stick to a certain belief, something, and dignity, and I would walk proudly no matter how hard life is. However, in my later life, I did not find such a thing, because my life was so ordinary, and did not imagine the hardship and doom. I sometimes think that kind of will is just a modification in literature, a dream that countless people envy but cannot achieve, and now I find it has always been rooted in this body and soul.

This self-esteem may seem to laugh, and I do n’t even understand why I insisted, but it is really supporting me, trying to prevent me from falling in front of others. If living is just unwilling noise, then growl so everyone can hear it.

I want everyone to know,

No matter how rough my life is,

I am very proud to live.

This will is becoming clear in the burning of blood and the pain of penetrating the soul, just like being calcined and receiving baptism. I seem to see my soul, the essence of my life, which is a bright red.

Red is like the blood of the extreme silk. There is something in the red that is about to solidify. Inexplicably, I understand that it is something called "Jiang".

My vision has changed to red, red spiral staircase, red "Gaochuan". "Gao Chuan" smiled and turned his body. Above him, the stairs were endlessly far away, a deeper red like a pool of blood, like a carpet, fell down the stairs, over his feet, over my feet, and kept falling Endless below.

"Gao Chuan" walked up the stairs. I wanted to catch up and hold him, but I reached out and found that he had reached a long distance ahead. Like the dreams of the past, he can no longer catch up with him. I watched this line quite straight, as if all the will was used to move forward, the back and the farther and farther, I heard a woman's song falling from the sky:

"The first word is dream, quietly bring out my inner secret from the deep sleep.

The second word is the wind, which makes me swing my wings and fly towards God ’s arms,

Counting the sad past that has passed away,

Another golden apple fell.

The third word is hope. I woke up on a cold night,

Does anyone remember my name?

Who is waiting when and where?

Until the body rots ~ www.readwn.com ~ the distant future ... "

I listened to this song and watched the back of "Gao Chuan" disappearing in the distance of the endless ladder, as if I were asleep, and seemed to be awoken.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling through the faint night light. Ah, I am still in the warehouse.

I didn't feel the pain. When I tried to move my body, I also found that my limbs were intact, as if the burnt scene was just a dream. The pain from the left wrist and a prismatic pattern on the inside of the wrist make the unpredictable dream more like reality. To be honest, at this time, I can't calmly think that I am sober enough, as if everything is swinging on the edge of reality and illusion.

When I turned my head, I saw a gray robe facing me, looking in the direction he was facing, and a girl with a shotgun stood outside the gate. She stood there quietly, but it made people feel that she would never run away. Sakuya didn't know when to return.

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