Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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During these seven days, Father Sisen did special training for me and Shirai. He didn't have any great tricks. He just taught various melee skills, but his melee skills had flaws in my feelings. If this is his close combat, this is the skill. Without using super powers, I think I will be able to kill him.

There were several times during which we went to the shooting training ground and let professional shooting coaches guide us to use firearms. In fact, I have mastered the most basic shooting methods during military training, so these trainings have not been very effective.

Father Sisen ’s training did not make me feel a substantial improvement. Instead, Shirai began to learn to exert his physical advantages through these special trainings. In daily exercise, Shirai's physical qualities are gradually revealed, which is an increase in bouncing power. His feet are like a spring, each bending will produce a strong explosive force, this explosive force is different from my explosive force, and has no sequelae. In long-distance sports, he has a very obvious advantage. In addition, he also unexpectedly possesses the ability to manipulate short knives, as I rely on instinct rather than fighting skills to attack.

In a way, I think Shirai and I are cast in the same mold.

Observing Shirai who is transforming every day, both visual and haunting me, I think he seems to be the same as the "past", but when did I know Shirai's past?

I had a strange dream at night. I was at the door of a family area, not far from the burning residential building.

I want to step forward to find out, but the body seems to be imprisoned by some invisible shackles, unable to move.

Someone suddenly patted me on the shoulder.

My body turned around on its own, and I saw a guy wearing a hooded sportswear and wearing the hat on purpose. Other beings, people or trees or cars are all meaningless scenes. The sound of the wind blowing over the treetops is like a wind leak from the set.

This man is shorter than me, and looks thinner, like a teenager. His brim was very low, and his head was hanging slightly, as if he looked weak, and he could vaguely see his chin hidden in the shadows. However, I knew he was staring at me, and the desperate and abominable eyes penetrated the shadows and the brim and kept falling on me.

I don't know why, there is a kind of familiar familiarity.

The kitchen knife in his left hand was dripping blood, and the blade seemed to have been used for a long time, and it had never been washed, full of **** stains.

I don't know who he is, but the mouth can't help but say a name: "White well."

The person in front raised his head slightly, and the visible part extended from the chin to the tip of the nose. I almost thought I had admitted the wrong person. Where is this in my memory?

His skin was like an old man in twilight, and like a dead person who had been in the coffin for a long time, covered with wrinkles and spots. In some places, the skin even peeled off, and only a trace of flesh hung on his body. He scratched it gently with his hand, and the skin fell off, exposing pale flesh.

The person I called "White Well" in my dream suddenly waved a kitchen knife, like a doll off the body, shaking and falling forward a few times.

He didn't fall to the ground completely. When his body was only more than ten centimeters away from the ground, I blinked and realized that he appeared in front of me.

The distance of nearly ten meters between us seemed to disappear.

So fast! The word had just formed in his mind, and he had lifted the blade upward at an angle lower than his waist. I want to struggle and my body does move, but this movement is not controlled by my brain. I am like a hanging puppet with an invisible hand manipulating my body in this dream.

As a result, I only had time to lift the dagger, and the half-moon-shaped blade light had passed between my chest and abdomen.

I took a step back, and afterglows in the corners of my eyes saw the blood spatter out immediately.

The same is called "White Well", but in fact it is definitely a non-human monster who once again waved a **** kitchen knife. And I was awakened from the nightmare at this moment, the kind of cold, bone-threatening, horrifying emotion on the verge of death took a while to subside.

What a strange and terrible dream, just like some kind of unknown omen. I continued to apply cold water to my face and saw my face pale from the mirror. I told myself that the thing called "White Well" in the dream was quite different from what I knew about White Well, but there was another deep-rooted feeling from my body that was saying to me: that is White Well.

Since the end of the spiral staircase dream, my reality has been entangled with unreal things such as the sense of sight and dreams. Although I felt troubled from the beginning, I always thought that this phenomenon would disappear one day. However, the strange dream of this day led me to another idea: If this illusion of illusion does not disappear, will one day become a lunatic who is unclear about reality and illusion?

I stared blankly at myself in the mirror, and I didn't know how long it had passed. When I recovered a little, probably because my eyes didn't blink for too long, my vision became a little blurred. I rubbed my eyes, picked up the indefinite glasses on the side of the sink and wanted to put them on, but I looked up and found myself in the mirror.

The next moment I found something wrong: I was obviously putting on my glasses, but I was still in the mirror with my hands down on my chest, pinching the glasses frame.

Then, I smiled slightly in the mirror. In an instant, a dark and strange atmosphere surrounded me. It is a very ordinary smile, but under the dim energy-saving lights, it is full of unusual taste.

My body is completely frozen. Seeing my strange behavior in the mirror, my first thought was to think it was an illusion. I neither feel that I will be scared by this kind of thing, nor do I think that the hallucinations will be more frightening than the death experience a few days ago, but the body is involuntarily, making me almost think that I have not been in the nightmare before. wake up.

It is said that human beings will dream a second dream in the dream as the dreamer. A director in Hollywood made an excellent movie using this dream dream. I haven't seen that movie, but I probably know that the content is very similar to my current experience.

Thinking this way, I feel more in a dream. Maybe you didn't wake up at all, or fell asleep again in the bathroom.

I was forced to keep looking at myself in the mirror. In the mirror, my face is undergoing a visible change, first twisted into a weird look like Picasso's abstract painting, and gradually turned into a teenager with blurred features, the left eye of the teenager is blood red, and the right eye is Emerald. When I want to look more closely, my head in the mirror becomes the outline of the head of some kind of bird, and the black down feathers are as unreal as smoke. Then it became a young girl again, and the girl's image flashed, as if she was squeezed out by the last image.

The last person in the mirror is also a woman. The facial features are very clear, but they are also unstable. The contours of the facial features have not changed, but the face and hair are constantly changing. This makes the femininity calm, warm and tough. A moment of femininity ... This change is getting faster and faster, at first it looks like a lantern, and then it is like a fast-moving image. It ’s only about ten seconds. I ca n’t tell how many times this woman ’s face has changed. However, her fixed eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

I don't know who she really is, I have a very familiar feeling, but I can't call her name. I couldn't move my eyes away from this strange woman's head. There was a strong magnetic force on her that attracted me. This was a feeling I had never had in Sakuya or Bajing.

Strange to say, I was not even scared of this weird scene at all.

The woman suddenly leaned towards me, it seemed that I was looking at me through the mirror, and it seemed that I wanted to penetrate the mirror and came to the world on my side.

At this moment, I realized that my body could move. I raised my hand and wanted to touch the mirror, but as soon as I moved, the scene in front of me became trance. When the vision returned to clarity, I saw that I was still myself in the mirror-a young man with glasses and a gentle personality. I raised my hand, and he also raised my hand. I pulled my mouth, and he also pulled his mouth.

This is good, I seem to be back in reality.

I stepped back a few steps and looked at the room. It was indeed the bathroom in the rented house. I remembered the movie about dreams, and hurried back to the hall. Ignoring Father Sisen who was still sleeping on the couch, he pulled out a nut that could act as a gyro from the toolbox.

It is said that if you are still in a dream, the spinning top will not stop.

So I screwed the nut hard and let it spin, and after just two breaths, it stopped. I couldn't help but sigh of relief, sitting on the floor, feeling exhausted.

"In the middle of the night, what are you doing when you're not sleeping?" There was a complaint from Father Sisen at the sofa.

"I'm too energetic to sleep, so I exercised a bit." I said casually.

"Isn't it too nervous? Tomorrow's training is over." Father Sisen sat up and raised a black shadow in the dark room. He grabbed the fan and slammed the fan. I really don't know why he was wearing that dark school uniform at home on such a hot day.

I kept silent, so he said again: "I heard about you from Bajing. She is a prophet, well, for the time being, I always feel that she is a little different from the prophet I have seen."

Father Xi Sen is a well-informed person. Since he feels something is wrong, he must not be aimless. I am a little nervous, is Bajing really different from other prophets? Before he whispered, I interrupted him and asked, "What's different?"

"Where?" Father Sisen murmured the word and said in an uncertain tone: "You didn't even know the ruling bureau before, and you haven't been to a place where you know it is not a real scenery at first glance The prophet I know has at least three powers. "

He raised a finger, "First, can predict the future."

Then erect a second root, "Second, be able to predict the node leading to the ruins of the ruling bureau."

The third root was erected again, "Third, the node of the ruling bureau can be opened."

"Obviously, you neither know the ruling bureau nor how to enter the ruins of the ruling bureau. However, Bajing does have the ability to predict ..." Father Sisen said with a meaningful tone, holding his chin: "I think , Bajing's ability to be a prophet is flawed. "

It turned out that for the first time, I had a clear outline of the prophet in Father Sissen's cognition. I have never seen Bajing doing super-common things other than predicting the future, but that does not mean she cannot do it. Maybe she, like most people, didn't have a deep understanding of her abilities and talents, or because she was too focused on prediction, she ignored other aspects of mining. Think about it, if one day you find yourself suddenly gaining a foreseeable superpower, will you still deliberately look for a second superpower? According to ordinary people's ideas, it is a great celebration to have a superpower.

However, Father Sisen disagreed with my thoughts for the simple reason that the prophet's ability will be known as soon as he possesses it, just as a person knows to raise his hand when he is born. If Bajing didn't cover up her abilities, and didn't know that these abilities existed in herself, then she must have no such abilities.

It sounds like a premature baby or born with a disability. Some essential things are missing from birth. I couldn't help thinking so.

"Will such a defect cause her trouble? Or will there be any sequelae?" I asked cautiously.

"Unclear, probably not." Father Sisen was also not sure, because he was also the first to see such an incomplete prophet.

I can't think of anything like this. In the past exchanges, Bajing rarely got sick, he should participate in sports activities, his performance was not bad or bad, and he didn't find any problems during physical examination. Since there were no problems in the past, there should be no sudden problems in the future.

Speaking of which, I suddenly lost interest. Father Sisen and I remained silent for a while, and then he threw away the fan and lay back on the sofa again. After a while, there was no sound, and he seemed to be falling asleep. I looked at the clock on the fluorescent scale and didn't even arrive at three in the morning.

The air conditioner has stopped, and the room is a little hot. If you fall asleep, you won't feel it. However, the apology that awakened Father Sisen made me turn the air conditioner back on.

I went back to bed, took off my glasses and put it on the head of the bed, and the re-cooled air made me fall asleep soon after closing my eyes.

The next day, I still get up early and go to the secluded pond in the park to exercise. The weather is a bit gloomy, the weather forecast says it will rain today, and you can feel the strong smell of water when you inhale the air. Although the sky has started to shine, the street lights are still on. When walking down, you can still see long and dim shadows. Occasionally, people running in the morning pass by, and the sound of cleaners sweeping the floor is heard from time to time. I recalled the nightmares and hallucinations of last night. At this time, I was able to analyze these things sensibly, but I did n’t think of anything. I just let that terrifying "white well" monster and the changing face of the person in the mirror float in my mind .

The dog barking behind me made me look back. An office girl in sportswear was holding the dog and trotting towards the side. I soon recognized that she was a tenant who rented a house in the same community. Although she did not live in the same unit, she had had several experiences in dealing with it, and it was barely an acquaintance. I do n’t know what her name is, I do n’t know what she does, I have n’t seen her dealing with men. She seemed to recognize me too, greeted with a kind smile, and ran forward without stopping.

When I was more than fifty meters above me, her dog suddenly barked a few times, and suddenly rushed to the side trash can. She failed to grasp the rope, looking surprised and depressed, and quickly caught up. "Come back, it's dirty there," she shouted.

The dog didn't listen to her, and suddenly slammed into the trash can, and a black shadow fluttered with a clattering sound. Only then did I realize that it turned out to be a black bird. It's probably because of the deep coat color, and it's unremarkable in the shadow, so I didn't notice it before. I stared at the bird until it landed on the street light, and the black feathers and sharp mouth seemed to glow.

I remember, this is a crow.

This is really a rare thing. The first time I saw a real crow, it was still in the city. The crow also stared at me, blinking occasionally ~ www.readwn.com ~ The rhythm seems to be able to hear the shutter sound of the camera. It was so far away, but I had the illusion that I could see my figure reflected in the clear eyes like the glass beads.

The office girl was also taken aback by the flying of the crows, staring under the street lights for a while, before being awakened by the sound of the dog. She looked at the trash can. The dog had pushed the trash can down, getting all the trash that had not been cleaned up by the cleaners, and still pulling something in it, left and right. There was a hesitant expression on the girl's face. If I read correctly, she was in a bad mood. After realizing that the bird was a crow, she became a little gloomy.

This is probably because the crow's representative is unknown, and the disobedient dog made her consume the good mood when she just went out.

The girl didn't walk into the garbage dump at last, but just shouted a few times outside, and the dog ignored it. I originally thought this dog was alarmed because of the crow's presence, but now it doesn't look like it. Maybe there is something in the garbage dump that attracts it. I cannot help wondering what it is looking for.

I glanced at the crow again, it stood on the street lamp like a woodcarving, still staring at me. Ordinary people may have hair in their hearts, but I have an inexplicable feeling for this unknown bird.

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