Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

My body is falling, but there is no involuntary feeling. The speed of free fall makes me feel that I am liberating, not falling. The starlight in the night is not clear, but the lights on the earth are like another starry sky. I am clearly falling, but I have an illusion of ascent. Quark screamed and swooped from above me. The next moment turned into a shadow that enveloped me. When I walked out of this shadow, a strong ascending force grabbed my body.

I glide, chasing the night breeze, climbing continuously in this cement forest. I feel like I am stepping on the starlight of the earth. Nothing can stop me from soaring.

I believe that even if the surveillance system installed in the city can't capture my whereabouts in time, but the satellites hanging above my head will definitely record my figure. The network ball is placed in the base of this city, which proves the importance of this city to the network ball. They will never let go of any "abnormalities" that appear in this city when they are fired-not only the people of the doomsday truth, but also Including me, the weird intruder.

I looked at the dome, where there was a flash of light. I did n’t know if it was the eyes of a cyber ball, but I felt that I had penetrated the far distance and looked at the monitors hiding on the other side.

In this tightly defended city of London, even the doomsday truth religion has to pick up its tail, and its subordinate goat guild must also be very low-key. Even so, I still do n’t think that the network ball can completely rely on psychedelics The channels constructed are just like the official organizations in London, which cannot completely prevent the spread of "drugs" in dark places. As long as there is an ordinary person in this world who needs this medicine. No one can resist the resurgence of the Goat Guild. I can imagine the degree of pressure exerted by the internet ball on things related to the doomsday truth, and I can also imagine. For a long time, the Goat Guild could not show signs in this city. However, since the "mysterious power" exists, then, when the Goat Guild manages itself carefully, it depends on the power of time to accumulate enough to start a game. The power of riots. It is by no means impossible.

The doomsday doctrine of this world seems to be stronger than the one I knew in the past, and the online ball does not seem to be as powerful as it used to be. This proves from the side that the online ball is definitely not as strong as the city ’s management.

At a place higher than the tallest building in the city, I glide along the airflow, and the traffic on the ground is like a stream of glowing streams, meeting from one place. From another branch, I relied on this visual sense to find my location on the map. If the goat guild lurking in this city, even the network ball can not completely find the roots of existence, then, I want to find them. It is also difficult in theory, but my confidence does not come from my ability. In this world, it's just a matter of comparing investigative talents. There are too many people who are many times taller than me, but the reason why I can do what they cannot do. It is precisely because of my existence that they are different.

If it is under normal circumstances, I will not have the idea of ​​"the whole world is running around me", but only in this doomsday illusion, when I think, I have to add similar factors. If you consider all the situations you encounter as a kind of force that promotes a river of fate in the midst, then even normal and small events are worth noting.

From this perspective, I feel that I will encounter a woman with a distinctive personality and a special career like Duff, and it is no accident. Although from the present point of view, everything around her is temporarily normal, but there must be something abnormal that will soon involve her in a dangerous vortex-not because of contact with me, she will be involved in doom, and Yes, her destiny was a part of doom, so she only met me.

I think that since you look at each other, then you have some responsibilities to her-at least, she should not die at this time. I have been thinking in the past, whether my birth and actions will be the nutrients that promote the destruction of this world, but I can only feel that the heavy and negative fate makes me breathless. I always have the consciousness that "I will become a factor that destroys this world", but when I actually stepped into this world, I found that the consequences of my plan's success may not be as I imagined serious.

What I want to capture is the "spiritual integration device". I don't know the details of this thing, I only know that this is "Jiang" 's will. With the name "spiritual integration device" alone, you can think of many extraordinary things, and its meaning is definitely not what the title on the surface can describe-this means that it is very important for this world Things, their importance, may be similar to "the importance of nuclear bombs to the normal technological world." So, conversely, if I help "Jiang" to seize such things, what will happen?

The first situation is similar to "the normal technological world has lost a nuclear bomb."

In the second case, "Jiang" obtained all the "nuclear bombs."

Losing the "nuclear bomb", the normal world of science and technology may have a more tragic war, but in another sense, there is no longer the possibility of a "nuclear bomb destroying the world."

And "Jiang" obtained the "nuclear bomb enough to destroy the world", which is probably equivalent to "virus" obtained the "nuclear bomb enough to destroy the world."

In this way, the destiny of the entire world is concentrated on the "Jiang" and "Virus", and the situation immediately becomes clear at a glance-when there is only one "Jiang" and "Virus" left, it must be When the fate of the world is determined.

Very good. I do n’t like complicated things. This simple and neat direction is exactly what I expected. If "virus" and "Jiang" have always been entangled, if this doomsday illusion is always so complicated, and if a chosen answer is always ambiguously difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, then what I can do, for the whole situation In general, it has little effect. I don't like endless multiple-choice questions at all. If it is a multiple choice question, it is either right or wrong. That must be the most popular among students.

Simplify complex problems and let fate be determined by only one choice. Whether it is doomsday or survival, it is at least a 50% chance of each-can there be a more suitable direction for this doomsday illusion? ? At least, in the past, the end of the world has definitely exceeded 50%, and the possibility of salvation. It is so low that one can only feel helpless and hopeless. The feeling of "whatever you do, whatever you do, is pushing the end", I don't want to experience it at all.

Therefore, since there can be such a method, the direction of the end of the world can be changed from "inevitably" to "50%". What else can hesitate? I have never had such a clear understanding that what I have done is really possible to "save the world".

This is the only glimmer of light that I have pursued in silence today.

Simply dividing hope and despair, this is also the most orthodox hero line-victory. The world is saved, so it becomes a hero; if it fails, the world is destroyed, and no one can spurn it.

My dream, my hope. What I recognize is my responsibility. At this moment, so close to the end.

The situation I am facing now is definitely better than the situation I realized in my ideology. I do not know how many times better.

This time, what I can save may be more than originally thought. The situation of "who can be saved only by sacrificing somebody", "helplessly forced by facts, and only giving up most people" has never been what I hoped for. Definitely not what I want.

What is the reality and pain of the idea of ​​"at least becoming a hero of some people"? I have personally experienced it. It is the lowest and cheapest wish. But the fate that can only be so must be the cheapest fate.

However, since this time, let me see a better possibility. Then--

I absolutely! Use these burning hands to catch victory!

So, "Since this world is bound to be destroyed, it must be driven to be destroyed by myself, so I do n’t need to go back and save people like Duff and waste time on the little guilds of the Goat Guild" I don't want it anymore!

Yes, I changed my mind. I floated in the air, staring at the lights of the thousands of people on the earth, and knew that my thoughts were completely different from the last time I died as a ghost in my ideology.

I felt as if I had changed back to the one who stepped into the toilet for the first time and waved an axe at the monster dog for the first time. My thoughts, my dreams, my expectations, my soul, seemed to turn around in repression and despair, and then returned to the beginning of the spirit.

This is like a reincarnation.

I want to save as many people as possible, and try not to let my fate not be so cheap.

Therefore, no matter who the opponent is, even if it is another self, another Gao Chuan, as long as he cannot come up with a more likely plan, then it does not matter if he becomes an enemy.

I folded my wings, wrapped myself in a cloak, and fell like a meteor into the shadow under the street lamp on the ground. The next time I appeared again, I arrived at the first destination of the operation tonight. The headquarters of the Police Department in the City of London, commonly known as the "Scotland" building. Here, it's just an ordinary office in the building. I don't know exactly what business it is used for. There were no obvious signs in the room. The chain judged quickly across the area of ​​50 square meters. There were no notable people and things. The materials placed next to the desktop, cabinet and printer were of no use to me.

During this period of time, there are still many government personnel on duty or overtime. In the short time I stayed in this room, several people have passed by in front of the door. I picked up the tape to cover the monitors and cameras in this room—there are so many rooms in this building, but not every one will be noticed at all times. Such small movements will also be found, and I can only say that I am out of luck. Afterwards, I turned on the computer to retrieve files in the local area network. Although I do n’t know the passwords of some important areas, some information that is not open to the outside world is not something that needs to be encrypted in the local network.

My first inquiry was about the layout of the entire building, followed by general information about the executives, and then later. It's about the security situation in the entire city of London. Some information needs to be accessed in a more confidential archive. However, some of today ’s data was accidentally saved in this computer-someone used this computer for preliminary sorting, but it was not completed yet, so it could not be locked in the library, and the document was not encrypted-not very rare Situation, this is the police station, not the National Security Agency.

My luck is good, I think. This is a good start.

The doomsday truth teaches the development of the Goat Guild, and the methods it can use have always been traceable. Some of the other party ’s mysteries are very standardized for the purpose of spreading-for example, psychedelics that can strengthen the body but have strong side effects. "Paradise", the demon summoning ceremony that requires sacrifices. Any missing persons and accidental deaths in the local area, especially those involving "babies" and "virgins". They may be mixed with their means. Perhaps, under the strict supervision of the online ball, they dare not do too much action, but even if they move slowly and carefully. Once enough time has accumulated, it will also produce fearful results.

Netball will not ignore the possibility of this, so they must have done a similar search. However, they may have enough clues. Do n’t act immediately—as a large organization, they need to consider efficiency and cost-effectiveness. Trying to maximize the value of all hands is an inevitable area of ​​thinking.

Since I have a feeling that the city is being entangled in a vortex, it must mean that enemies like Doomsday Truth have accumulated enough power in this city and are likely to explode in a short time. As for how the online ball intends to deal with it, it has nothing to do with me. No matter how good their plans are, if they can handle them well, then this should not give me this feeling of vortex pressure.

Conversely, assuming that the network ball has made mistakes, it must not be that they relax themselves, but that they are caught in a situation where they are bound to make mistakes but difficult to adjust in a short time.

So, if I want to do something for this city, then I must take over the responsibility that should be shouldered by the online ball-at this moment, the relationship between me and the online ball is not good, but instead, I also assume One of the enemies of the world, so I ca n’t expect it. Under the circumstance of saying nothing, there will be support and trust there.

I know very well that no matter what I want to do, I can only do it myself.

I have to go through the information that the network ball has already obtained. However, the accuracy and depth of the information obtained must be much lower than that possessed by the network ball.

However, what is it called? What I do is what I want to do and I am willing to do.

According to my own method, I initially determined a rough entry range. Next, I need to enter a more advanced archive, and even find senior executives to mine more detailed information from their heads. Netball has always been an organization that has a cooperative relationship with the government. In this world, this nature will certainly not change. In this way, the high-ranking personnel of the police station must also be aware of some abnormal information.

In an important city like London, there is no more effective way than using the power of the government to dig up the hidden shadows. This Scotland Yard must communicate with the online ball, and must also have some clues I want.

Footsteps were heard again outside the door, and this time, the man suddenly retreated after passing by. In the chain judgment, his appearance seemed to perceive that the room was not right-he stared at the ground, unable to judge his expression, but the light at the door cracked him.

I didn't turn on the light, but the computer was running, but it would give out clues of more than light. This person can notice that it is obviously more cautious and sensitive than the previous ones. Such a person is likely to be a key person in this Scottish field, at least not an ordinary civilian.

He settled for three seconds outside the door, and suddenly turned around and left, very decisive, without any hesitation, as if he could not wait to escape. I slammed the folder on the table against the door, and when the man heard the sound, he stopped again, as if hesitating again. I said aloud: "Anyone? I'm trapped in the room!" What a lame excuse, I don't think the person outside the door would believe, but this kind of movement is enough for the other person to have the idea of ​​inquiry again. ——I always have this idea: For a good policeman, as long as the opponent is a human and is still alone, there is nothing to fear.

Today, outsiders have verified this idea. He started to turn around, did not speak immediately, and did not immediately call, but just fiddled with the phone, and then put his hand behind his waist, in a posture of pulling the gun at any time.

"I can't open the door from inside ~ www.readwn.com ~ You can try to open from the outside, or help find someone else. Hello, talk, have you left?" I said aloud, left the computer, and walked towards the door go with.

The man looked at the ground and seemed to confirm the shadow.

"Who are you? Why are you staying here so late? Turn on the light quickly!" He said suddenly, and he touched the phone again, as if he did not plan to take any risks.

I ignored him and didn't turn on the light, but opened the door without hesitation. The guy outside the door immediately drew the gun and pointed at me, but he was still one step slower-no matter what, he would not be faster than me-I grabbed his veins, twisted hard, and turned the gun on, he He grunted, but he cried out without pain, but wanted to fight back, but I choked my throat with my hand. As soon as my body turned, I fell over my shoulder and threw it directly into the room.

Before he got up, I also walked into the room and closed the door.

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