Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I took the lead towards the door and urged the two women back. They wanted to say something, but when I was staring at them, I could only mumble and step forward, but my pace was definitely not fast. .I understand their thoughts, and I think so too: This building looks so big from the outside. If there is only this space inside, probably not many people will believe it. Although there is no way to go to other spaces, if someone really hides here, even if we do n’t understand us, we can understand our intentions from our actions.

I also don't want the previous mysterious signal to be just the bait of the metal head. Maybe someone is trapped here, and that metal head also serves as a guardian. Such a possibility also exists. Tracy seems to have understood my thoughts from my movements. When she turned her head, she gave a less obvious look.

Until I was about to step out of the room, a noise similar to that when the radio could not receive the signal suddenly sounded. Gregia, who was not aware of it, was taken aback, and Tracy and I turned around together. This time the movement was very clear, and it was easier to judge the sound-from the metal head.

Gregia ran behind Tracy like a frightened rabbit, and her eyes fell on the metal head. She could not help shouting, "It's looking at us! It wasn't originally facing this direction."

After I destroyed the metal head, even when I was exploring the room, my attention never left it completely. I can be sure that this metal head did not move, it was just Gregoria's illusion. Even now. The metal head also showed no signs of functioning at all, and the sound was not from it. It is better to say that it is sent from some kind of equipment in its body. It's like hiding an old radio in the body.

I walked alertly to the metal head and kicked a few times, the noise continued. The timing is so coincidental, it is probably controlled by an existence intentionally. But the other party did not show up immediately, but tried to use the voice to contact, maybe there are some difficulties, but I think the other party is not impossible to delay time.

Although this may not be the case. But I walked back and said it might be a mistake.

Thinking about this, I turned around and said to the two: "Leave immediately."

"But ..." Gregia was hesitant, but Tracy did not hesitate to do so, pulling the college girl towards the door. However, a few steps had not been taken, and the door that had been open suddenly closed. The speed is much faster than when it was turned on. Can not help but make people think this is a trap.

Perhaps it is indeed a trap here, not only the metal head, but the other party is also playing tricks on us with various small means.

The three of us gathered back to back, and at this time, the dolls that had always looked like decoration or scrap made a creaking noise, and their limbs began to turn. Puppets without limbs will also turn their heads, after a 360-degree turn. Staring straight at us, and the puppets fixed on the brackets twitched like convulsions, and even the puppets piled up in disorder were struggling to get up, some successfully stood up, trembling, But most of the puppets dragged, tripped, and rolled into a ball, sliding from the top of the puppet pile to the ground.

This can't help but make people feel a strange feeling, Gregya's back squeezed tightly towards me. Her back was wet with sweat, but her body temperature was very low. She was nervous and scared. If you can think rationally, the scene before you does not exceed cognition. There are countless reasons to explain, but at this time, she has been bound by sensibility. As more puppets surrounded us, I could feel her body trembling more and more.

Even if these puppets will attack us, I don't think they are more dangerous than metal heads. Tritti and I have checked that these puppets are not equipped with weapons. What's more, they just came alive, not to mention malicious, maybe just want to look at our group of strangers, entertain us by the way, such as playing some games-of course the following words are just a joke.

After a few tough battles, I can no longer generate emotions under the current circumstances. Just like doing things such as eating and walking, I pulled out the magazine and pressed it back into the rifle, aiming at these guys. From the color of their bodies, it seems to be made of strong materials unique to the ruling bureau.

The puppets did not launch an offensive. Even if they surrounded us, they kept a distance of at least three meters. Moreover, there are not many puppets who can stand up in front of us. Most puppets are like machines that have been in disrepair, and the parts have started to strike. However, when they open and close their stiff lips together and make a rattling sound, such actions and sounds that are reminiscent of ridicule do cause uncomfortable emotions for the onlookers.

I shot at a puppet trying to cross the three-meter range without any kind of blame. The rear-end attack, which was judged by the chain, only needed three bullets to solve one. The owner who made them obviously did not use good materials on them.

Since then, no doll has stepped into the range of three meters. I think their owners are paying attention to the situation here through some kind of camera-like device, but I have not found such a device.

"Hey! When do you still want to pretend to be a ghost?" No matter if the other party can understand, I shouted to the air: "We are not malicious, but you, why do you drive that metal head to attack us? If it is a misunderstanding, I hope it can Talk, maybe we can do a business! "

After I finished speaking, the rustling white noise continued for a while, and then there were some sounds with regular tones. Not like talking, but the sound of movement. After a while, the noise level was reduced a bit, and this time I could hear it more clearly. The sound of bumps came from the other side of the communication device, as if the other party was auditioning.

The guy first spoke a mechanical language used to build the machine. It seemed wrong, and then turned into a voice similar to the language of the ruling board halfway through. Then it paused for a while, and when it sounded again, it was already the language used by humans in the normal world. Moreover, it is the language of the Central Duchy.

"Can you hear it? Gao Chuan."

At this time, I was a little dazed. Because I never thought that such a situation would occur. The mysterious master even said my name in the language of the Central Duchy, and the sound was very pure. It sounds like a girl's voice-this sound makes me subconsciously feel that the other party is familiar with me.

"Can you hear? Gaochuan, is it Gaochuan? I can't see you here." Without my answer, the opposite voice repeated again.

"Yes, I am Gao Chuan. Who are you?" I started, because I felt that the other party was not hostile, so in order to show my openness, I would also hang down the muzzle of the doll.

"What are you talking about?" Tracy said in a suspicious tone. Say to me: "She speaks your country's language, is it your people? Do you still have people come in this place?"

"I don't know, it's not ours." I said uncertainly, because the other party seemed to know me, but this voice was heard for the first time, "She is saying hello to us."

"Looks like a girl?" Gregia's nerves seemed to relax a bit because of unexpected changes. "Thirteen or four-year-old girl?"

"What are you talking about? My reception here is not very good. You wait ... it should be better now." The girl's voice became clearer. The noise is almost inaudible.

"I am Gao Chuan. Who are you?" I asked again.

"I am Dorothy." The voice said.

I searched the name Dorothy in my memory, and it did n’t take long for me to think of it. Actually, the day before I entered the ruling bureau, I still dealt with the name-remember? The owner of the bear puppet picked up from the trash can is called this name. In "The Memory of Another World Line", the owner of this name has a rather terrible data-

Dorothy, combat power valuation: 1200

In this world. This is the first time I heard her voice, but I subconsciously think that she is the "Doris".

"How do you know me?" I said, "We've never met before."

"We've seen it, but you don't remember it." The girl said: "Like the color you know, my situation is similar to her. But the way I entered here was a bit troublesome, so I was stuck. You have to help me, by the way, have you found my bear puppet? It has positioned you so that I can contact you within a certain range. More things can be said after we meet. You It ’s just right, if it ’s slower. I ’m going to get in trouble here. ”

Her words are a bit confusing, and everything I want to know is confused. But she was still able to judge something-she claimed to be similar to her classmate in color, did she refer to the color that disappeared abnormally in front of me? However, just like the situation of her classmates at the time, her situation today cannot be delayed.

She has already made an invitation to meet, then I will not refuse.

"Meet? How should we leave here?" I asked.

She didn't answer immediately, but the dark door inlaid on one side of the wall was opened, and a dark step appeared in our eyes. "Go down, there will be a lift going directly to where I am," she said.

I translated the answer to two women.

"Thirty-three?" Gregia interjected.

"Who is speaking? Is your companion Gao Chuan?" I haven't answered yet, Dorothy has already asked, she can understand English. However, she seemed to have just noticed them, but it made me doubtful. Dorothy repeated what she had just said in English.

I glanced at Gregia, and she stared at me with the look of expectation.

"Yes." I answered.

"Even if it is a new personality after modulation, it can still be related to an irrelevant woman, as before. Does Gaochuan still have the residue of the past?" Dorothy used a language that everyone could understand. , Ridiculed slightly with sarcasm in a tone of coming.

Gregia and Triti suddenly looked at me with a strange look, but my emotions did not fluctuate. This Dorothy also said some inexplicable words: debugging and new personality. The color classmates used to describe the world as "online games", which is quite ridiculous, and it is more difficult to understand than the "world line". This self-proclaimed existence is similar to the tie color, and the words are even more confusing.

However, her tone was full of promises, as if she knew everything. If the object of the conversation is not me, it is bound to be regarded as a mental patient. Even now, Gregia and Tracy still show ignorant and alert expressions. The other party said before that she could only hear the voice. They couldn't see the scene here, so after condensing their strange eyes, they released their questioning eyes: Do you want to do as she said? Is she trustworthy?

But this question is not important. The path provided by Dorothy seems to be the only way for us to reach District 33.

"Are you controlling these puppets and that metal head?" Tracy asked.

"Metal head? Are you referring to that guard?" Dorothy said: "It is the weakest guard among all the facilities that can contact you. That thing is not under my control, I am capable. But the situation is not Allowed, so only a trigger device is implanted in its body, and it will be activated if it is knocked down. I feel that this strong outsider can't pose a threat to Gao Chuan. As for the puppets ... " Our puppets started to make way, "You can think of them as a cluster terminal. Countless individuals can gain enough power by stacking them. But they will only work after the trigger device is activated. They remind me, you It ’s already here, and it ’s also time to carry the environment and provide energy for our connection. Our connection is about to be broken. These puppets are too fragile, there is not much energy left, and the waiting time is too long.

When Dorothy said so, some dolls suddenly sparked. Paralyzed like a scrapped machine. When we thought this was what Dorothy said was "fragile", she issued an alarm to us in a hurry.

"You have to hurry, the security network system is conducting permission investigation. I am going to go offline immediately." After that, she never heard her movement again, and the puppets sparkled and smoked one by one, no After a while, the room was filled with a pungent odor.

"What's the matter?" Gregia looked at me and Tracy a little at a loss.

"She said the security system network?" Cui Di asked hesitantly: "She is a hacker?"

Father Sisen said that even the secure network system of the ruling bureau is not without intrusion. Dorothy can remotely control the devices here. Even the triggering device is implanted in the guard machine, it is obvious that they have a good understanding of the safety network system. If her performance is not a hacker. No one will believe it.

"Either way, we must go immediately." I said: "If it is related to a secure network system. It proves that it is no longer safe."

Both agreed with me, so we passed the puppet's scrapped body and entered the dark, dark door. We walked down the stairs a few steps, and the hidden door behind us closed by itself. The stairs did not become dark, the steps radiated a faint glow, and it looked like we were walking on a light board suspended in the dark abyss. The staircase circling down was very narrow, and only one person was allowed to pass through. I walked in the forefront obligedly. Gregia was protected in the middle, and I could feel my clothes corner being being held by her.

The ladder is not as smelly as the inside and outside of the metal piping group, but it has probably not been in operation for a long time, which makes people feel moldy and heavy. The more you walk down, the wetter and slippery the ground becomes, and the dirt-drenched surface drips into the sewage, as if walking in a sewer. Even so, there was no smell of sewers. After Gregia accidentally fell on my back, we had to slow down.

However, the stairs that fell behind them began to lose their brilliance, and when we noticed, the whole route had fallen into darkness completely. We are not even sure whether those ladders still exist in the invisible places. This makes us unable to give birth to the idea that can not go back.

We walked for half an hour on this narrow, spiraling staircase before we saw what Dorothy called the "elevator". The elevator is at the end of the ladder. The entrance is as narrow as the ladder. When we saw it, the cabin door opened by itself, and the lights in the elevator lit up.

The space inside is about the size of a normal elevator. It is more than enough to carry five or six people. Maybe it can squeeze a dozen people.

When we stepped into the elevator, there was a burst of roar and shock above the stairs ~ www.readwn.com ~ The tremor made the elevator tremble. Gregia clenched my arm tightly, and Tracy looked at the top and said to herself, "Has it been destroyed?" I had the same idea, but it was probably Dorothy's intention Under the systematic investigation, hidden traces have to be made.

As the sound of blasts and collapses rolled down, the elevator doors closed slowly. Subsequently, we felt a sense of weightlessness accelerating downward. The elevator descends faster and faster, making our hearts seem to be unable to keep up with the falling speed, creating an illusion of mentioning the throat. Gregia's breathing became heavy, and her physical fitness was the weakest of the three of us.

The place where Dorothy is located is quite far away from the hub building, and the state of the elevator descending at high speed lasted for almost half an hour before gradually slowing down.

When it finally stopped and opened the door, we were also ready to go out. A palm was suddenly inserted from the door into a gap that had just opened. The unexpected things outside the door surprised us all. Before we responded, the outside thing had opened the hinge door to both sides in a very violent way, and its strength was so great that the elevator door was deformed like thin aluminum.

This aggressive visual sense immediately gave me the urge to fight back. I blocked Gregia and Tritty behind me, picked up the rifle and aimed at the front. . .