Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

"That is to say, the Pentagram was left by the monster?" I asked.

咲 夜 nodded gently.

"Is it still in your body now?"

She nodded gently.

"Can you control it?"

She shook her head.

"Does it still need to eat?"

咲 夜 raised his head, his glasses fell under the bridge of his nose, and he could clearly see that the black eyes were like glass, exuding inorganic light. Her eyes had a power that made my armpit ooze sweat.

There is no shadow in the hall illuminated by the fluorescent lamp, but it seems that some kind of foreign material is changing from the "window"-her eyes. I was dumbfounded and almost forgot to breathe.

…… It's delicious, Gao Chuan.

I suddenly heard such a voice, and I was horrified. Misaki was pushing on her glasses, her eyes filled with doubts across the glass lens.

"What's wrong? Achuan."

"Ah, no ... what did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything." Sakuya replied quite naturally.

She blinked vigorously, as if she had unloaded a heavy load, and her entire shoulders came loose. I think that since that day, that horrible and self-blaming experience has been haunting her like a nightmare. Because it is too heavy, it sinks into a place where the soul is too deep, so when I met with me, it was not revealed at all. Even if you can really forget everything you are carrying, there must be indelible marks imprinted in the soul.

Walking under the street lamp every day, seeing the shadow and the factory building, they will be **** by those black sticky substances and cannot move.

I asked her if the thirteenth black robe was really Morino. Miyake nodded hesitantly, shook her head again, and finally remained silent. It was just a guess in memory, and she did n’t want to know the answer at all.

"Why should I call that evil thing? Will it destroy humanity?" Sakuya whispered to herself.

Maybe she didn't need an answer, but I still interjected:

"Biochemical bacteria can also destroy humans, why do people still enjoy it?"

Because it kills people.

Because it can manipulate human life.

we all know.

咲 夜 went back to her room and closed the door. I think she needs to be quiet.

咲 夜 's memories made me find more puzzles. After finishing the housework, I closed myself in the study room and sorted out all the clues I got.

Because everything that can be connected is full of theological nature, according to her description of the monster and the sacrifice ceremony, I temporarily named the monster "Demon". In this way, like the end of hell, the six-eyed **** dog in the myth is summoned to the demon of reality, forming an extremely huge legendary framework.

No matter whether it is ridiculous or not.

Inferred from this clue, it is easy to conclude that the end of the day is because the **** demon wants to destroy humanity.

But there are still unclear factors. Where is the agent of the end in the whole incident? Without clarifying this point, one does not understand the intention of using "doom illusion" to screen "electors". He, or it, guides us to obtain power from dead bodies, monsters and demons, is it to destroy humans? Still have to save humanity?

My thoughts returned to the problems I faced recently, and I used a red pen to draw several circles on Morino's name.

Although not sure if Morino is one of the black robe who summoned the demon, she has a strong relationship with the recent cult. I am very interested in this cult, not only because the decryption of the unknown makes me feel happy from the brain, it has actually threatened the people around me, plus I want to get the kind of method to summon and expel the demon, so I decided Go deeper.

I know this is a very dangerous act. All cults treat their enemies and strangers exactly the same way. Like a mad dog, even if you bite it, you can't let it go even if you die. Stubborn, radical, **** beliefs will make them produce power beyond mortals.

Moreover, it is obvious that they not only have blind faith, but also have the mystery on which the faith is based-they can really summon demons.

A node can summon a demon.

According to the diary, the node of reality must be someone returning from the illusion of doom.

Can get this information, among them there must be those who know the details of the end of the fantasy realm, or even the veteran Mageweaver.

Since the gray stone that Morino handed over to the cult was obtained from Shirai, maybe that plant is where Shirai returned?

Before looking for Morino to drink tea, I must be prepared. Fu Jiang still has no news, this time he can only do it himself.

Although I have lost my memory, I have been familiar with the use of Moire during this time. In the identification of self-intelligence, although the evaluation has not improved, but through the continuous game of tossing coins, I think I probably understand what my talents are.

When one ’s attention is focused on an object, one can perceive other factors that affect the movement of the object, quantify, calculate, speculate, and draw the conclusions back to the body and coordinate movements. All work is done in It was completed in a very short period of time that was hardly felt. This results in a hundred steps of wearing poplar.

This is not a shooting ability, but a complex ability involving the judgment and adjustment of a series of precision movements.

I think this is a great talent. Everything in the world is affecting and being influenced by other things. All factors form a huge network centered on the target. As long as one node is pulled, the movement of other nodes can be observed.

For convenience, I named this talent "chain judgment".

Maybe one day, through the chain judgment, I do n’t need to directly contact the target, as long as it exerts an influence on a certain factor connected to the target, even if it is just a sentence, it can accurately affect the target.

Is just like what scientists describe as "a butterfly flapping its wings can create a storm across the ocean."

The only difference is that I will clearly know the scale, location and effect of this storm.

I don't care about the possibility and power of this kind of talent, but have an unparalleled interest in its final form.

I guess this is because of the dream of junior high school-becoming a dynamicist and playing a role. I have always felt that the so-called "Frankenstein" is a very glorious title.

In order to reach the goal, the improved version of the coin toss game is included in the schedule.

Coins hidden in front of obstacles have been confirmed in advance ~ www.readwn.com ~ How can I hit them accurately? Going a step further, after the coin rolls into the obstacle and continues to move, how can it be accurately hit?

Is mapped into shooting science, that is, the use of bouncing bullets, and bullets indirectly form a chain reaction to the target.

After finishing school work, I kept sorting materials till late at night. Before going to bed, I went to the kitchen and cooked noodles for supper.

After eating the noodles, I was about to smoke and Misaki came out of the room.

The dim wall lamp only enveloped the dining table. She hugged the rabbit puppet tightly and hid in the shadow behind the lamp, standing quietly in the doorway like a ghost.

My eyes fell on that shadow, I thought I could see a weird shape, but there was only a chaotic darkness.

"I heard my mother's voice again." Miyake's voice seemed to float from afar.

From behind the open door, quark cries intermittently.

"Quark is so noisy."

"Very hungry."

"I'm afraid I can't help it."

I listened to her silently.

"Achuan, let me sleep with you, OK?" Sakuya said.

I put the cigarette back in my pocket, and Misaki returned to the room. The room is air-conditioned and it feels cool like late autumn. The wind blowing from the balcony sounded the wind chime beside the door, and the clear sound washed my mind.

Although lying next to Misaki, he didn't think about it at all. Warmness came from the soft body under the sheet, I gently stroked her head, and her breathing quickly weakened.

Sei Ye, who was asleep, grasped my pajamas tightly, like grabbing the straw to avoid indulging.

I closed my eyes and listened to the wind chimes, until all my thoughts turned into a clear spring and flowed out quietly.