Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The entrance of the metal tube under the foot is sealed by a net-shaped cover, and there are four layers looking down. The mesh is smaller than one. Although the reason is not clear, there is a light source in the pipe. The red light came out from the bottom mesh, making people feel like the tip of a needle. Oki's chainsaw can't cut the thick surface of the metal tube, but it is still okay to deal with these seemingly thinner mesh covers.

The diameter of these covers is enough to be four meters in size, we just cut a cave in the center for one person. Father Sissen jumped first, and then assisted ordinary people like Gregia and Tracy below. Omi and I stayed at the end and watched for the movement around us, but until everyone went down, there was still no danger.

After going down, I found that the light in the pipe spread far away from the front. It is not clear whether the light source is in front of or behind, and I can't judge how far it is from us. The inside of the pipe enveloped by these red lights did not leave any shadows. The light was not as penetrating as it was seen outside. Instead, it seemed to be soaked in a pool of red water. Crevice. In the time of death, finding the place of light is the first idea that rises. If it is outside, it may encounter strangers and be rescued, but it may also encounter unexpected people. The danger must be taken into consideration outside, so it is even more vigilant in this ruling bureau full of exotic risks.

The place where the light is emitted may be a nest guarded by some security guards. However, on the other hand, is it possible to find something in the nest?

"However, we don't know in which direction the light source is." Gregya said.

"Toss a coin. You need luck at this time." Omi said in a calm tone, like an "adventurous man", if they were here on fire, Jung and files, they would definitely agree with her.

But I don't like this behavior that seems to be determined by luck. Since childhood. When faced with ambiguous choices, I never hesitate, and this time too. I would rather bear the calamity for my choice, rather than push the responsibility to "luck" afterwards. When I was dead, I said, "Luck is really bad." Such words are definitely not my style.

When I tossed the coin in Omi, I grabbed the coin in my hand. "The thirty-three area we are going to is further down, at least where we can see, only this direction is downward." I mean the direction when walking outside the pipe. although. It is also possible that after a long distance, this direction will turn upwards, but if it is lingering because of this, it seems very ridiculous to me. I don't know what other people think. But I use a firm tone to remind them not to think about the light source anymore. Whatever there is has nothing to do with us. We had a very clear goal at the beginning, and we should not confuse each other's priority relationship with the impulse.

"For us, in addition to finding a way to reach the 33rd district quickly. Any extra thoughts and actions are stupid." With that said, I continued to move forward.

The air in the duct seemed better than outside, but it was still smelly. At the beginning, both Gregia and Tracy are still curious about the strange scenes created by the light in the pipeline. But soon lost the interest to speak because of the monotonous scenery. We traveled silently, not knowing how far we were, nor how far we would go. Only when it meets a fork, it will discuss which way to choose. Actually. This is not a problem at all, we just need to keep going down. But if you keep silent, the depressed mood will continue to accumulate, and the discomfort is crazy. I really can't imagine what would happen if I walked alone on this seemingly endless road.

So, even if it is boring nonsense, we search for some topics, although these topics will soon be cold again-we can no longer count the time with our feelings, we ca n’t help but look at mobile phones, watches or Time on the terminal, but we soon discovered that the difference between the sense of time and the standard timing is getting bigger and bigger, and it is getting more and more annoying. Sometimes I feel that I have gone a long way, but in fact it is less than five minutes.

Six hours later, it was unclear how many forks had been taken. During the period, I rested for a while, but soon went on the road again. It is impossible to lock the position of the 33rd area in the terminal or connect to the safety network. It seems that the signal is blocked in this pipe. However, our direction should be correct. At this time, the red light covering all the pipes in the water like a water produced a slight fluctuation. In the numb nerves, the environment that has been used to suddenly changes suddenly, immediately making everyone's spirits tense.

The team seemed to be alive again.

"Is there anything to eat?" Gregya said suddenly: "I'm starving."

She didn't say it was okay, as soon as I said that my hungry stomach began to release excess acid. There was no such obvious sensation before, probably the prolonged mechanical action paralyzed the body. I flipped over the backpack. Bajing prepared me and Jinjiang with compressed dry food that could be eaten for a week, but the water problem was not easy to solve. There were only two bottles of 500 ml of pure water left in the backpack. Father Sissen had never prepared anything to eat. He didn't seem to have encountered it, and never thought he would encounter the current situation, or is there any way he can get these living supplies?

While asking my doubts, I gave everyone enough compressed food and a bottle of water.

"Under normal circumstances, compressed food can be found in the ruling bureau." Father Sissen said: "That is an energy bar, shaped like a table leg, which can provide more energy than the compressed food outside, and can also simultaneously Add water."

"Is it normal now?" Tracy rolled his eyes upward.

"However, we are not short of food and water for now, are we?" Father Sisen smiled gently.

"This food and water will be used up soon, especially water ... can we support us into the thirty-third area?" Gregia carefully rubbed his lips with the edge of the paper cup filled with water, although the physical energy was available. supplement. But her mood is not pleasant.

"Before we run out, we must be able to reach District 33 or find new resources for living." Father Sisen just said that, there was no worry on his face. But everyone else in the team thought it was blindly optimistic. "Luck is the most important thing. I believe our luck is good. At least Ms. Jin Jiang has good luck." Father Xi Sen cast his sight on Jin Jiang, who was squeezing the compressed dry food. She tossed that coin. "

I didn't speak, and I didn't take his views seriously. Say I am stubborn or repent without death. In short, I do n’t want to give my destiny in any sense. As everyone, every thing, every prophecy, every research is telling me, the end may be the world, and the destiny of all people in this world, but I won't just stop there. of course. Anyone can laugh at me with "this kind of stubbornness itself is destiny", but I still insist on doing so, even if it is emotional, it is a form of falsehood.

So, when Gregia and Tritty both looked at me with a "why not toss a coin again" look. I still haven't wavered.

"It's really boring." Gregia sighed with exaggeration: "It's hard to believe that my future boss would be such a stubborn and rigid guy."

"You haven't joined the whisperer yet." I said blankly: "It's not even time for the expedition."

"If I would die here because I didn't toss a coin, let the inspection go to hell!" She muttered.

"Who decides not to toss a coin to make you die here?" I stared at her seriously, and the girl immediately looked away. Gruntingly blowing the remaining water in the paper cup.

"What if?" Tritty interjected and met my gaze. And immediately added: "It doesn't matter if you try anyway."

"It's stupid." I said to her in a calm tone, "I can't be sure." The path decided by tossing a coin is not a dead end? I think the flipping of a coin determines my future Seek your own way. "

Cui Di showed a dumb, embarrassed face. She said, "Not all other adventurers are ..." But before she finished, she lowered her head in my eyes.

Maybe they thought I was a good husband. Indeed, I never sternly reprimanded anyone, nor did I use a tough attitude to express my claims, but this does not mean that I will not rule out other people's ideas at any time. Gregia is the age of a college student like me, but she obviously hasn't experienced such harsh competition.

Where I go to school, students will unexpectedly have considerable rights, financial resources and connections. If you have such a weak personality, you ca n’t do it in such a student union. In that place, everyone tried to dominate the monarch who controlled tens of thousands of students and even affected the teacher with his own ideas and methods.

The next itinerary may be even harder. I have realized very early that I must let my will be carried out in this team, otherwise it is likely to collapse.

"My choice is not wrong, Father Sisen, what do you think?" I pressed Father Sisen.

"Yes, I can't deny it." Father Sisen immediately agreed.

I did n’t release much of my thoughts, but if he expressed different opinions at this time, I would immediately act violently. Even if he is really strong, I believe that with the assistance of Omi, give him Profound lessons are not difficult. In this ruling, as the most experienced veteran adventurer in this team, his words will greatly interfere with other people's ideas. As he said before, "Omi has good luck", Gregia and Cui Ti gave birth to extra thinking. I cannot help but assume that he is intentional. It's some kind of temptation against me.

What does he want to do? I do n’t understand, and I ca n’t guess for now. We are not like-minded companions, just temporary allies, and then one day we may become enemies. Therefore, his position, presence and prestige should not be allowed to exceed those of the whisperer.

"Very good." I relaxed and said to Omi: "How far have we fallen?"

"More than three thousand kilometers in length." Omi said.

"I plan to go out and receive signals from the safety network again." I said to others.

"The chance of attracting a security guard is great." Father Sisen said.

"Even in this way, we must re-determine the direction and coordinates." I said: "It's not a way to go on like this ..."

My words were interrupted by something. A strange echo echoed in the pipe. For a while it seemed to come from afar, and for a while it sounded in the ear.

Tick-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap--bide--

At first I thought the sound was messy. But after repeating it several times, I can feel that there is a certain pattern in it. It's just like……

"The Morse Code?" Tracy said with a frown, and Gregia looked around at a loss, showing no signs of living creatures on the roads. This voice is definitely not from close by.

"It's not the Morse code." Omi said affirmatively: "But another voice code."

I looked at Father Sisen and asked if some adventurers were in contact. Father Sisen shook his head, and he judged that this was not an adventurer's move, nor was it a security guard. but. In the ruling bureau, can living creatures that can issue such a password, apart from humans and security networks, be a new kind of demon? This problem exists in everyone's mind. I suddenly had a wonderful idea, would it be the aborigines of the ruling bureau? Although I have n’t heard of anyone who has seen them yet, perhaps they still survive in a corner of this huge and complex site and live a closed but relatively safe life.

Since no one has reached all areas of the ruling bureau, this guess is not without possibility.

"Must leave here." I cleared my thoughts. Say to others: "This voice is likely to cause us trouble."

Although the regular voice made people see the Mars of wisdom, everyone passed my decision almost without thinking. We quickly packed up our bags and speeded up our journey. But that voice did not go far, but it did not strengthen. Like the light source, it is completely impossible to understand where it came from.

As I thought. The mysterious voice soon brought trouble. There is something heavy stepping on the outside of the metal pipe, and a huge force shakes the inside of the pipe. The big guy is constantly coming to us from behind. The first time I outlined the packaging of the construction machine in my mind, it was the largest machine I saw here. I looked at other people, except Omi, including Father Sisen, and there was also a look of uncertainty on his face. We can't tell whether this big guy who is building a machine is following us, or following the direction of the password signal, but we are walking in the same direction.

According to common sense, there is no active aggressiveness in construction machinery, but anyone who has witnessed that huge body and the construction tool on the body that can be used as weapons will subconsciously list it on the dangerous list.

We had to stop, because we couldn't run the big guy behind us. The shock caused by the heavy steps from the outer wall of the metal tube became stronger and stronger, and when it came to us, it suddenly stopped. The shock that suddenly disappeared made everyone's heart sink to the bottom.

We stared at the top of our head, lightly stepped, and gestured with our eyes, divided into two teams, scattered towards the front and back. If it does n’t stop, it ’s best to move on, but if it ’s aimed at us, then the separate team can ensure that we wo n’t be dumped in one go.

As for the idea of ​​destroying the construction machine-its volume is too large, and the thick armor may not be able to give it a fatal attack even if it is a boundary weapon. Father Sisen has never heard of anyone who successfully destroyed a construction machine, and there is more than one construction machine here.

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound at the top of the pipe, and a red melted light penetrated the inner wall of the metal within three seconds and slid along the edge of the rectangle at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Run!" I shouted to Father Sissen, Gregia, and Tracy on the other side. The other party is obviously cutting metal tubes. The guy with this terrible power and huge body has a chance to build a machine of more than 90%, and it is indeed for us. What the **** is that **** password signal?

I pulled Jin Jiang and ran a few steps forward, and the huge metal plate that was cut open fell down from above ~ www.readwn.com ~ The violent impact shocked my eardrum. However, obviously it should be leaked into the sky behind, but it still looks dark. I looked back at the gap and saw a huge dark gray structure buried from above, completely blocking the gap. The red light wave rippled on the structure, reflecting the metallic luster. The hot steam pen shoots straight down, probably as many as six beams, and the vision is immediately blocked by a misty fog.

The white steam mist flowed heavily in the red light. Something came out of it.

I don't think I can run away, and Omi thinks so, so we turned around and prepared to fight. The only good news is that this behemoth placed the goal on our side, and Father Sissen, who had left from the other side, had time to place Gregia and Tritty in a slightly safer place.

After the mist had dissipated a little, I found that it was a huge eye-shaped metal structure, after which countless fine wires were connected to the upper structure like the optic nerve.

Up to this time, we have not seen the overall shape of this monster, nor can we judge whether it is a construction machine.

The metal-like shell of the eyelid opens and closes several times, and a sound similar to the previous mysterious signal ticks. (To be continued ...)