Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I stood in the shadow of the alley and looked at the bar. A circle of marquee ran on the signboard, and it matched the prosperous lights. The city shrouded in the dark night, the streets where the flags swelled, and the lights surrounded by loneliness.

Men and women who come and go from time to time hug and laugh. Both the burly guards and the waiters in charge of parking are wearing straight uniforms. They center around the bar entrance and patrol each face that appears in the field of vision with a spicy and careful line of sight.

All the guys with poor external appearance and suspicious behavior will be driven away quickly by trying not to disturb other people.

This is the first time I saw this kind of scene outside the TV.

Doesn't have any real feeling.

We divide into two worlds with the shadow as the boundary.

Jing Wei is distinct.

The only ambiguity is in the shadow.

Quark landed on the top of the air conditioner outside the wall, and the dark feathers appeared and disappeared in the neon light.

No one noticed.

I turned to the lane in my memory. The faint light seemed to be blocked by the invisible diaphragm at the entrance of the lane. The restless silence lurked in the huge black shadow, silently rejecting any curious visits. The figure glanced at the entrance, as if this laneway was another out of place world.

The wall was mottled, and the rusty iron ladder hovered on the other wall. About five meters further, there are black garbage bags piled up like a hill.

I saw the back door where Luan re-entered. The door was covered with iron, and it looked like abandoned. It was painted with malicious graffiti by someone.

The handle was not seen on the door, and there was only an obscure keyhole and cat's eyes bare.

No camera found.

I attached it to the wall on the side of the door lock and reached for the iron door.

The slight footsteps came up from the door, and he could not see anyone, so there was no more sound.

Knocked on the door again.

Sounded quiet again.

Knocked on the door for the third time.

Someone mumbled vaguely inside and said a few words to others in a hurry.

Knocked on the door for the fourth time.

The iron door was pushed open with anger, and a tall man leaned his head sideways. I lifted the hood and faced the sight he just turned. The man's movements suddenly stagnate, his eyes widen, and the facial features are distorted into a horrified look.

This is just what happened within a second.

I reached out and grabbed his throat, and before he responded, he drew a dagger from his waist and poked it into his kidney. He grabbed my arm, and I could feel the energy losing quickly in his trembling body. I was close to his face, sniffing him with **** breath, staring at his eyes as if the lost vitality was entering my body from some mysterious channel.

My body is hot.

I am calm.

I know what I am doing.

This man is so strong.

But killing others does not require much force, only the right time, location and weapons.

Thinking and judging far beyond the depth and thickness of other life, this is the origin of human power.

I pulled out my dagger, blood poured from the man ’s abdomen, and soon stained his tight black vest. Before he knelt down on the ground, I pinched his throat and pushed him into the door, hiding himself in him Walked into his body.

Men who have not died seem to be going backwards.

Weird posture makes people in the house make a scream of surprise and scolding.

"What's going on?" Someone asked.

There are three voices in total, and I push the man towards the man whose voice is serious and serious.

"Hey, hello, what the **** are you doing ..." The sound was like being interrupted by a duck pinching his neck.

I stood and stared at them in the rotating colored lights in the house. It was indeed three people, one standing at the opposite door, wearing a sturdy uniform and holding a radio across his waist. The other two were burly brawns, dressed as thugs, one was lying on the sofa listening to headphones, and the other was cooking instant noodles.

Is really a pleasant place.

The stabbed man collapsed in the uniform of his arms and cramped from time to time.

They seemed stunned.

"Good evening." I raised my left arm, the crossbow fired a short arrow, and hit the throat of the uniformed man with a blow.

The other two men jumped up like a frightened rabbit, one of them drew out the dagger and the other shook off the stick.

The man on the sofa closest to me was playing the sword flower, and rushed up first, waving his dagger like hell.

Maybe he thought he could deal with me alone, but I disagree.

I just leaned back slightly and easily avoided the flash across the throat, kicking his calf with a kick, and the blade popped out of the heel stuck into his shin.

The sofa man screamed like a pig, and his body fell short, revealing the instant noodle man hiding behind him.

The flick of the stick flew towards the face with the wind, hitting my raised arm and making a metal impact.

A strong current burrowed into the body along the arm.

The muscles tremble uncontrollably, the pores tighten, and the feeling of paralysis can not be blocked into the internal organs. I almost feel that I will emit black gas when I breathe.

There is a suction force that prevents the arm from being easily separated from the stick.

If it is an ordinary person, he will lie down with a single blow, but the body is forced to break free.

Take a step back, the residual current leaks along the bottom of the foot to the ground, and the power quickly recovers in the body.

The sofa male crawled to my feet, and the dagger pierced my shoe. The sofa man turned away from the side and bent down like a viper waiting for an opportunity.

The dagger came in contact with the shoe upper, but was reinforced by the iron skin. While the sofa man was still surprised, I was kicked in the throat with one kick, curled up on the ground and couldn't even make a cough.

Instant noodle men threw themselves, but tossed the stick and returned to the back door.

I dodge the stick and fired a crossbow from behind my neck. The man stumbled and fell on the door, and the sliding body painted bright red graffiti on the door.

I picked up the stick and found that there was a power button on it. I pressed it down and the stick made a noise.

As a booty, I put the stick on the belt of the trench coat.

I grabbed the sofa man's short hair and dragged him to the sofa, and he made a hoarse wailing indistinctly.

I sat on the sofa, the man crawled on the ground like a dead snake, I pulled his head up and stared closely at his eyes. His constricted pupils, painful expressions, all show his fear.

The black shadow flew in from the half-open iron gate, and the sound of flapping wings filled the room.

Quark fell deftly on the man's shoulder and turned his head to stare at him like a glass bead.

When it blinked, the eyes were black and white, and the man shivered like a monster.

"Where are the things?" I asked deliberately vaguely.

"Why, what?" He spoke out hard.

His injured throat made his voice hoarse like burning charcoal.

"I know the heavy thing about Luan. I know who you are." I let myself show a kind smile, but I saw a terrible reflection in the man's eyes.

I am not me, but the devil with a Facebook.

Weird, grim, full of fear.

"It's better to tell me honestly, because when I'm not happy, I will put your ears, nose, lips, fingers ..." I lightly touch the above organs with a dagger, just like a craftsman who tastes his craft, Cut them all away. We have enough time, don't we? "

The sofa's facial features are twisted and desperately struggling, but his power cannot even turn his head.

"To prove that I am an honest person, so ..."

I waved the dagger, Hanguang flashed from the side of the sofa man's face, something fell on the soft red carpet, and I kicked away. Quark flew past, pecking in the rotating light and shadow.

The sofa man once again cried like a cry.

"Forgive, forgive me, please forgive me, I just slap ..."

"It doesn't matter, talk about what you know."

So he shivered with a hoarse voice ~ www.readwn.com ~ told me what he knew.

This is an organizational branch claiming to be the "Goat Guild", which was probably stationed in this city only early this year. They brought a group of rare illusions-illusions, but did not enter the market with much fanfare, but acted in a very inefficient single-line mode. They send special people to select and contact customers who meet the standards, and give away the first medicine for free. Once they take the illusion medicine, they will become believers. Later, to obtain more mystery-illusions only through other channels.

The effect of the psychedelic medicine called "paradise" is remarkable and unique. Its addiction and psychedelic effects are not fixed, but it will be significantly enhanced for the expansion of personal stress, restlessness, dissatisfaction and emptiness. So the guests are mostly anti-socials, extremely stressed staff, students who are overloaded with learning, confused and confusing things.

Some people can exert a powerful force that does not match the original nature after taking the mystery-illusion medicine, and they will become full of violence. These people will be trained as members of special internal forces.

This organization pursues mystery and security more than efficiency. Believers and members are divided into two independent systems. Believers pursue beliefs and contributions. Members pursue money or other real rewards. The sofa man is not a believer. The few people killed in this room are not believers. They are just low-level beaters who are responsible for keeping the gate.

Luan is a believer. The sofa man has no way to ask about him.

"I heard ... I heard ..." The sofa man gasped and said, "This is a global organization, and there are customers who are important government officials."

He showed his arm and let me look at the tattoo on it with the help of light, which is a sign of organization.

It was a logo that was modeled after Leonardo da Vinci's masterpiece "Vitruvian Man", but the head of the person turned into a curved goat head.