Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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Because gray fog gains strength, it will also lose this power because of gray mist.

These wizards, like the gray fog monsters, are no longer human.

They seem to be able to do whatever they want, but in fact they are nothing more than servants of the power of gray fog. After seeing this last wizard's ugliness, I was no longer afraid of them, even though their gray fog spell looked so wonderful.

Perhaps a smarter wizard will not be so vulnerable, but a fragile wizard must occupy most of the position. For these people, the pyramid-shaped ecological structure is also irrefutable. In this world, in this era, this structure is truth.

The monster finally tore away the protection of the gray mist. When the wizard thought he had escaped again, the monster suddenly opened his mouth. I only saw the gray shadow flashing. It was probably the tongue. Tugged him over. The wizard uttered a horrified and desperate cry, and it was about to be bitten by the monster, but the monster in front of him suddenly turned into a smog and disappeared.

The wizard's body was trembling. He was lying on the ground, and even the strength to stand up was gone. He moved several times and collapsed to the ground when he knelt up. Then, I heard him make a slight sob, muttering words that only he could understand. His gray robe clung to his body as the wind blew into the night, and the lines he showed were extremely thin, like refugees who had been hungry for years.

This look is really pitiful.

I thought like this, but dragged my soft legs firmly behind him. He didn't even notice a person standing behind him. It wasn't until I crossed the folding knife across his neck and in front of his throat, that cold and sharp feeling made him look back.

Before he saw me, I cut his throat.

He summoned the power to return to the light, raised his right hand to grab my hand, his five fingers were thin and boned, and his nails were long and pale. The cold touch from the contacted skin, I did not resist, but just cut it again on his throat with a folding knife, and the hand holding my wrist gradually loosened. His body was like a broken puppet, supported only by a folding knife embedded in his throat, which made me clearly feel that his weight was incredible. When ordinary people fall asleep and die, they always make the porter feel extra heavy, but the wizard's body is not like this at all. I suspect that he can't even reach ten kilograms.

The battle was over. When I cut off all three wizards' heads, I suddenly felt a hearty feeling in my heart. Although the idea of ​​revenge for the victims finally occupies a certain proportion, but more, it is a kind of self-liberation.

The first time I encountered a wizard, the first time I was on the verge of death, the first time I saw Father Sissen, the first time I learned about the Doomsday Truth, each of the first time made me feel more and more that there was an invisible shackle wrapped around my The body kept tightening, making me almost breathless. Now the shackles have disappeared as I cut off the six wizard heads in this room.

I saw their strength, as well as their weakness. I saw two very different roads branching out at my own feet now, each extending to the far end in front. I understand where I should go.

I felt like a bird in a cage. Under my desperate struggle and impact, those seemingly sturdy cages were finally broken. I flew out and pushed the cage down, which led me to an extremely spacious sky.

My body and soul are leaping, and the evening breeze blowing into the room seems to tell me: you are free. Although the room became more bloody, the strong smell was still disgusting, but I no longer felt disgusted. In this kind of spiritual pleasure, I also peeled off the masks of the last three wizards, and then moved all the corpses to a pile and put dry and flammable objects on top.

Preparing to burn the corpse, I entered the kitchen and took a shower.

Probably because no one came to explore this room from the beginning to the end, I do n’t think anyone would come, so I look forward to cleaning up the blood on the scene rather than leaving here immediately.

This is a very peculiar feeling, as if I completely dominate everything in this room, including every object and every life. My psychology major also involves some criminal psychology. I have seen cases before. Many murderers continue to enjoy the victim ’s legacy after killing, instead of fleeing immediately. Although I was able to remember the psychological theory embodied in this case, It is only now that I understand that memory and self-righteous understanding are so one-sided and superficial. The excitement and pleasure of this kind of behavior can not be obtained through imagining such a scene. Only when you are on the scene can you feel how strong it is.

I blew my whistle, dried my hair with a towel, took out new shirts and jeans from my closet, put them on myself, and put on my new glasses with countless glasses in the mirror. In the mirror is another refreshing Gaochuan. I walked out of the lobby and found a pack of camel cigarettes on the coffee table. I lit it with a lighter and took a big sip.

The clock hanging on the wall sounded the time at seven o'clock in the evening, and the cuckoo popped out of the decoration of the wooden house above the clock face, making an electronic sound.

I moved the gas tank out of the kitchen, tossed cigarette butts on the body, and then opened the valve of the gas tank to the end, holding my breath to open the door and go down the stairs.

When I turned to the rear of the unit building and was about to leave the community, the room occupied by the wizards on the upper floor suddenly made a loud roar, and a huge orange-red flame spewed out of the window like a balloon that expanded to the extreme. The whole unit seemed to tremble as a result, and the flying scraps shone brightly in the fire, just like the next glowing snowflake.

Admittedly, I think it is so beautiful, it is the best ending and footnote for this battle.

I took my gaze away and walked out of the community like an unfamiliar stranger. After a while, I saw people looking around with amazed expressions, most of them came from the shops on the outer wall. But they all just looked up at the blazing flames, and no one wanted to fight the fire, because the fire had risen to the point where ordinary people could not extinguish in just one minute, but they did not mean to call the police. Under the expression of consternation, people can see a kind of indifference deep into the bone marrow.

As a murderer and arsonist, I naturally will not report the fire, but hope that the fire will last as long as possible. This fire is likely to affect the surrounding houses. Although I have thought of this, I hope that the fire will not be reduced by half. I understand that I decided to make this decision based on speculation, which was not a just move in itself, but I felt that I had to do so, and only comforted by the reason that "burning the wizards to kill them" in the warehouse Yourself.

Of course, I ca n’t deny the cruelty and cruelty that I have shown in this ending. The initial behavior may still belong to justice and revenge, but in the end it turned into an arsonist, and the change of things is so ridiculous and unexpected. Nevertheless, I do not have any psychological burden. At this time, I feel that even if the victims of the fire will appear in the report, I feel that I will not regret it. At most, I am sorry and sorry for them. But they are people who absolutely do not need such comfort.

I put every thought, emotion and action in this murder and arson action into criminal psychology for analysis. I accidentally found that I fully matched the characteristics of those famous serial murderers. The difference is only the next time I also Will it continue to do so. I think I will still do it, because my enemies are clearly ahead, and one day in the future, they will definitely have a deadly and unimaginable battle with them. Even this "seeing the enemy" situation is also consistent with the characteristics of a part of the serial murderer who was convicted of mental disorders.

I think that when those people commit crimes, it is the same as me, do I think I have to do this?

I finally came to a conclusion that I no longer have legal justice and goodness. I have become the kind of anomalous murderer that normal people spurn and fear.

As a result, I have to think about what kind of "justice" is represented by the two goals of "justice" and "hero". Even if it is to save the world and save the end, but to achieve this goal will result in the loss of innocent people, is this considered justice and heroic behavior?

In the future, the confrontation with the Apocalyptic religion may develop to the scale of war, so is such a war just?

In all the knowledge I have learned, in every history I have studied, in the opinion of every professor, student and even stranger, there has never been such a saying as "just war".

War will make the death of many people valuable, but it will also make more people die without any value, so everyone thinks that war itself is a sin. Even in myths and legends, "war" is also a symbol of original sin and a pioneer of hell.

My discipline is excellent and my thinking is quick. I am a great figure in the school student union. I have every trait that the social elite needs. However, I am so excellent. I sighed for the mistakes I made, and had a headache that I was becoming the type of person in the past that I thought was an unforgivable sin, but when I looked back, I realized that I would not make another decision at all.

How many ordinary people are trapped deeper and deeper on such a road, and eventually become a notorious murderer? They think they are normal and correct like me, but are they really normal and correct?

The joy and joy of killing six wizards did not weaken because of these thoughts, but I just had to think about these things.

I thought in this way, taking the busy passerby as a silent background and walking silently on the way home.

In the following week, no more incidents occurred. I spent seven days very smoothly. During these seven days, in addition to reporting the results of this operation to others, I was thinking about my future. Unexpectedly, everyone in the Whisperer and Father Sisson were surprised that I was able to kill the wizards, especially since I didn't look hurt. In fact, I am also lucky to have such a result. These wizards were caught off guard. This is the most important reason why I can kill them at such a low cost. My victory also relieved Bajing, if she said that she did not feel worried when she learned of the doomsday truth and the Mar Jones family from Father Sissen, it must be deceiving. But having my results as an example also proves that they are not as powerful as they think they are.

After being rescued, Morino began to feel depressed for a few days at first, but soon changed back to her cheerful and optimistic woman, even with Shirai and Sakuya smiling relaxedly. Sakuya was the last one to learn that I decided to deal with those wizards alone that day. For this, she watched me with a silent, depressed, and sad eyes for a while. Although I laughed to myself in front of me, I turned to my back. Can still feel her melancholy.

But how can I comfort her? After making that decision, the last one let her know that these are irresistible things. I want to ensure that I will be more cautious in the future. Every decision tells her to let her face with me, but this is simply not possible. Without mentioning many temporary decisions, it is impossible for Misaki to follow me all the time. In addition to being my partner, she is also a flamboyant female college student. She has her own life and entertainment. Even in the past four years, we are not fully aware of each other's social relations and certain private affairs. Even couples will not be completely transparent to each other.

Moreover, I don't want her to get involved in such a terrible thing, even if it has been involved, I hope to slow her down. I know that I am different from before. There are many things that I think can or cannot be done, and even that I should n’t do. I have committed them when I killed those wizards. It ’s impossible to look back, and I also Don't want to look back. I may be able to guarantee that I will not become the kind of villain who sees people in fear, kills his wife and sons, and has no humanity at all, but once Misaki did the same thing as me, it should not be What a blow? Can she still be Misaki now? Just staying with me is dangerous enough.

I do n’t think she changed. Now she is strong and beautiful enough. Once you cross this boundary, even if it is still beautiful and strong, it is already in an abnormal category.

What made me happy is that after Morino returned to normal, Sakuya also figured it out and stopped tangling with the past. They returned to school and continued the last days of college students accompanied by Shirai. Women like them will surely receive many invitations to the party, hoping that they can forget those unpleasant experiences under Shirai's protection.

As for me, in addition to handing over the procedures and entertainment of the Student Union and coping with the excitement and confusion of the junior students, I was looking for a job that was convenient and free in working hours. As for those thinking about justice and heroes, there was no result. Yu also simply left behind. I think that in the future we must continue the actions of the whisperers and deal with the blows of the doomsday sect. Inevitably, we have to run everywhere, not only in other provinces of this country, but also more likely to become a real "world person". As a result, I need a lot of time and money to support future actions.

The whisperer has no industry of his own. The source of funds for the association is all raised by the members themselves. For me, whether it is working in a university or going to work in an automobile company ’s institute has become impossible, but finding a free and high-paying job in the period after graduation is not that simple. . These days, I have been communicating with the community through my personal connections and seeking opinions from experienced people. However, the results are not satisfactory. People who are in the stage of free and high salary are not like this at the beginning. For them, there is no shortcut to take. In addition to comprehensive strength and expertise, they need luck.

Some people told me ~ www.readwn.com ~ In this case, there is only one way to start my own business. However, in the initial period of entrepreneurship, there was no time to do so, and he was very busy. Others jokingly said to me, why not find a rich woman to marry in the past? And suggested that I marry Saki Ye after graduation, her family seems to be rich. At this point, they are right, Saki Ye is a rich lady of gold, but for us, marriage seems to be a distant matter. Moreover, Miyaki itself is a member of the Whisperer, and Bajing will definitely not agree to divide a portion of the membership fee she had paid for my contribution.

In addition, because I did not accept the invitation of the school, and the employment of the car company, the teacher in charge of employment guidance and the professor who always regarded me as a proud disciple were somewhat worried, and kept asking my plans. But I can't tell them about the whisperer, so I can only find ways to cope with the past. I can't remember the excuse I made up during the symposium. But at the time these people who cared about me had a little disappointment on their faces, which made me remember deeply and apologized.

Perhaps making a fake entrepreneurial plan can respond to their expectations, but in the process, they will inevitably take the initiative to help, and then they will inevitably be disassembled. At this time, I can't help but feel that sometimes good relationships are also a trouble. You can't always become indifferent at once, and throw the goodwill of these people aside like garbage.

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