Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Saki left a note at the dinner table "Go to a friend's house for a night" before departure.

Neither of us had empty hands, and the space behind was also crushed. Each person is responsible for a suitcase and puppet, and she carries her schoolbag herself. Despite its light weight, Miyaki hummed with excitement, like a schoolboy about to travel far away.

The number of elevators rose one by one without stopping. It seemed to indicate the success of this trip. My nervous mood was also infected by Sakuya, and I became happy.

On the days when I dreamt of living together, the elevator door opened and three passengers were standing inside by accident.

Is very ordinary and dressed, all wearing standard hats that look like employee hats, slightly lowered their heads, and the brim is also very low, they can't see their faces, and the arms exposed outside the short sleeves are muscular.

This pair does not look like a resident, but it is said that a company's field staff also has an indescribable weirdness.

I took a step back and looked at Misaki at the corner of my eye. After seeing the three of them, her face suddenly whitened, her body trembling slightly, trying to hide behind me.

My body tightened immediately, and my right hand held down the revolver hidden in my clothes. These people are the murderers who committed murder?

The timing is too coincidental, and it is out of date. Should these people provoke in such public places? If we call for help, will the people staying at home come out to help?

If it is an enemy that is so cruel to start working at once, can we really hold on until the rescue arrives?

The number of people is three to two, no, it is only three to one, and the weak Sakuya cannot be considered as a combat force at all.

Many thoughts flashed in the blink of an eye. The elevator trio went out of the elevator without saying a word, as if they didn't see us passing by, and walked towards the door of Misaki's house.

I wish they wouldn't turn around and block Misaki with her body, let her advanced the elevator.

At this moment, one of them suddenly realized something and suddenly stopped and turned his head. If his eyes were real, he crossed my shoulders and landed on Sakuya in the elevator.

咲 夜 Press the close button hard, and the dull elevator doors have not responded, and the trio has ran over.

"Come in, Achuan!" Saya screamed in horror.

While retreating into the elevator, I took out the left wheel and pointed at the trio without hesitation. Before waiting for me to call out the word "no action", they immediately stopped at two meters away.

The elevator doors closed slowly, and the field of vision became narrower, but my nerves became tighter and tighter.

The trio suddenly separated from each other, and when I hesitated which one to aim at, all rushed up.

There is no chance of hesitation, the wrist shifts by itself, and at the moment of selecting the target, the muzzle seems to be speaking in the ear.

Will definitely hit.

Pull the trigger, the sound of the gun echoes from the corridor and the four walls of the elevator, squeezing out other sounds.

The man in the front hat fell backwards, and I witnessed the bullet penetrate from the forehead and bring out a scene of blood mist behind my head.

He was dead.

I killed.

But I don't know why, I don't feel sad at all, and I don't feel any discomfort. The remaining two seemed to be stunned by the unexpected death of their companions, and did not catch up. As the elevator doors closed, I slowly backed away, and when there was only one gap left, a palm was inserted.

A vicious eye peeped in from outside the door slit, and he tried to open the elevator door. Sakuya did not see this scene, but pressed the close button hysterically.

"Quick, quick, quick."

I took the arrow from my backpack and gave the palm a hard note. People outside screamed, and the arrow pulled out kept bleeding.

The finger of the hand was pricked.

The unobstructed elevator door finally closed and the elevator fell towards the first floor.

Saki slumped weakly in the control area for a while, helped me up, and his body was still shaking tremblingly.

"What should I do? They really came to the door." She said with a cry.

"It's okay, we have left anyway." I comforted her: "After leaving them, it must not be so easy to find my home."

Although I say so, I don't know anything at all. Fu Jiang's mail a few days ago couldn't help but come to mind. At this time, I was helpless and hopeless for her arrival.

Although there is no memory, according to the description in the diary, Fu Jiang is an extremely powerful fighter in terms of body and spirit, and he can't stop any difficulties.

No matter how much confidence I have established, I own a revolver as a high school student. This is an indisputable fact.

I seem to be more powerful in the illusion of doomsday. I hope that the actual self can be like him.

Mercedes-Benz in the wilderness of the crisis.

"Is this a real gun?" Sakuya took out her handkerchief to wipe the tears, and her eyes fell on my right hand.

"Yeah, it's a real guy."

"How do you have a gun?" She stared at the revolver suspiciously, and suddenly shouted: "Just now you wouldn't kill someone!"

"Well, he was dead. He was shot with a headshot. I have confidence in my marksmanship." I immediately noticed that my tone was unexpectedly calm, and I couldn't help but regret. Sakuya was just an ordinary girl. Is the thrill of killing too much? Big?

Unexpectedly, she did not respond at all, insisting on fear, that was also aimed at the murderer. After learning that I killed one of the trio, she became calm and showed a strange expression.

"Awesome, Achuan. When you are in military training, you must have a good grade."

"Common to me."

"Deception!" Misaki looked worried again: "Killing the murderer is self-defense? But if you shoot, you will be troubled by the police. I hate it."

Was apparently chased and killed, and he was very frightened before, and it changed in a blink of an eye. Misaki's thinking and endurance seemed like a flop.

I really don't know what expression to face this girl.

"Don't stretch your face, Achuan, it's not your fault to kill, so just laugh."

Who can laugh!

Fortunately, there is no camera in this building, and the revolver and bullets are also brought out from the illusion of doomsday. UU reading www.uukanshu. As long as comm is not caught on the spot, there should be no need to worry about being troubled by the police.

There are three floors to the end.

"The remaining two people may be blocking us outside."

But they didn't have a gun in their hands, and another person died, there should be some scruples, the worry is whether they called helpers.

"What should I do? There may be a lot of them. The dress will be organized at a glance."

"If they are not a large-scale search by chance, they are targeted at the beginning, and there should not be too many people coming."

"That's to say luck? But these guys are so weird, and they will certainly attract attention if they act on a large scale, so there must not be too many people." Sakuya said with her index finger pointing at her chin.

Although is more optimistic, it is not unreasonable.

"Run to the bank after going out, I will cover you."

I handed her the pistol.

"I'm not allowed to shoot at all, or you can use it, Achuan." Sakuya pushed back with some fear.

"It doesn't matter, just point at them, they will be afraid. But there are only two bullets left in the pistol."

"What about you?"

"I have this thing." I said, taking off my backpack and taking out my homemade bow and crossbow.

Although the brain has no memory, the body is very familiar with arrows.

"Is this ... bowbow?" Saya looked at it curiously, "You made it yourself?"

"No, a friend did it."

Miyaki nodded, squeezing the revolver with both hands, and a moving expression flashed in his eyes.

"It's too exciting, just like the one in" Counter-Terrorism Crisis. "Give it to me, Achuan, I won't hold back."