Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The man caught by me did not hesitate to answer my questions. He claimed to be affiliated with a small mysterious organization called "Sanxian". He participated in this operation to "correct the wrong course of the network ball" and make the tacit network. Before the ball and the doomsday truth church prepared for each other, "the war that should have occurred" broke out. There are not a few mysterious organizations that have similar purposes to the "Sanqin". They can be collectively referred to as the "Internet Ball Opposition", but the specific personnel are not what he can understand. Moreover, the "Internet Ball Opposition" "It's not a tightly-integrated covenant group. Although the actions taken seem to be the same, but what kind of thoughts are underneath, it can't be speculated by others.

The man didn't think that the people who participated in this battle were all "cyberball opponents." Apart from the partners in his organization, he didn't even know the origins of the others. In his view, the composition of these people is very complicated, and it is not trustworthy at all. The seemingly tacit shot is just a coincidence of thinking methods at a certain stage. It does not mean that the other party is a "comrade."

From this man's mouth, no more information can be obtained. He seemed obedient, but it made me unable to trust the information he said. Sure enough, do you still have to start with consciousness? If the power of consciousness is used from the beginning, why waste so much time arguing from his mouth? Compared with each other, it makes me feel that I have done an inefficient stupid thing. However, in my heart, I unexpectedly have a feeling that even if I knew it was an inefficient stupid thing, I myself Will not change the original practice.

It is difficult for me to accept the use of the power of consciousness to spy on the hearts of others without any dialogue, without trying to communicate with others. Rough and direct itself. Perhaps there is nothing wrong with it. Perhaps it is because, even with such power, deep in my heart, I still yearn for a kind of gentle thinking and communication between people-not a deliberate pursuit, or a tendency to like, It comes from the craving in human nature. This makes me feel that there is nothing wrong with it, because I recognize this behavior, and thus think it is beautiful and correct.

It is a common thing that I cannot get the desired results in the way I want. However, denying this behavior at the beginning is not in line with the heroes of my dream. I was very young. It has been in my heart, sketching the hero in my mind. Later, I substituted myself into this still hazy outline, so it has evolved into what I am today.

Maybe, there is really a hypothetical hero Gao Chuan in my mind. Stop those seemingly "smart and efficient" behaviors, and transform me into a fool.

all the time. Part of my thinking is to reflect on what I have done and confirm whether I have deviated from the direction I want. However, this will not make my reaction slow, just like, there is another deep in myself. Observing and thinking instinctively, and the apparent self said to this man: "Look at my eyes."

As I expected, the man is no longer compliant this time, it can even be said. The reaction became intense and violent. This is not to say that he launched an attack, but the feeling that he exuded when he ran away-it made people feel that he understood what he was going to face and strongly resisted this end. His response made me feel relieved, as if it verified that my stupid behavior before restricting myself was indeed correct.

Don't do what you don't want, don't do it to others. This is the saint's famous saying, and I can rarely do it. But what I can't do does not mean that it is wrong. In the face of Jonny, on the top of this building, I have tried the right way, which has satisfied me, even if I think it is correct, the saint ’s famous words did not give me the ideal answer. I did try it. Perhaps, failure is just that I have no ability-I know that this is an excuse for myself, but when facing the contradiction between right and failure, I accepted this excuse.

I failed, I can do nothing, so I need to do something simple and crude to get a result that may be better or worse.

I stared at the man who fled violently. My heart was filled with relief and calm. Perhaps, peeping into his heart, I would see all kinds of deception, pain, anger, maliciousness, and all kinds of negative things, but, I am quite sure I do n’t hate each other because I use the wrong method, so facing these malicious and negative is just a punishment for wrong.

I know what is right, and the wrong one is adopted. I do n’t understand it, it ’s just stupidity. I know my stupidity and accept it. So why bother with the bitter consequences of stupidity? Conversely, this is what you need to carry.

In my eyes, every movement, every expression of the man, and even his inner heart reflected by it seems to be polished, full of light that cannot be ignored. This light is like chaotic information that cannot be described or analyzed, but when it is touched, it is a magical experience.

I knew subconsciously what he was going to do next, and what was the direction deep inside him. However, he will never be able to complete this resistance and cannot go where he wants to go. because--

I am faster than him.

The quick-sweep channel is like an extension of my thinking outside the body. Before I act, it has been constructed. I have n’t been able to describe how fast the speed-sweep super power can be launched. The countless experiences in the past have proved that as long as it exists in my field of vision and perception, it is always faster than I actively imagined. .

I sprinted in the invisible fast-swept passageway, the man's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and his hands and feet were dancing with his life, but this scene seemed to freeze in my eyes.

I grabbed him and pressed it to the ground. His body was undergoing aberrations. His tough muscles and bones were becoming soft like plasticine. This is his mystery. Under normal circumstances, it should be an extremely fast process I can imagine that such a soft body can withstand a stronger blow, and it is easier to escape from physical imprisonment. This man is already ready. Unfortunately, in the face of speed, he has no chance.

I detached from the rapid sweep, his back made a strong impact sound on the ground, and his muscles seemed to push waves, which is his instinct. Rather than his subjective reaction, his consciousness remained at the last second. When he took two steps, his eyes already proved this. He inevitably met my eyes.

Then, like thugs and thieves, I broke into the window of his soul and pushed open the door to heart. Toward the deepest point of consciousness. This man has no conscious power, so he cannot protect these "doors" personally, and can only add a "lock" instinctively, and can only watch these "locks" being violently opened by me. He couldn't stop it, in vain, anger and fear, as if the explosive barrels were thrown into the volcanic magma, violent, chaotic and turbulent. His personality. From the beginning, it was not a particularly calm type.

I carry all kinds of pressure. After trying this brute force of consciousness for the first time, I have understood that this is inevitable. If the other party is a conscious walker, I am afraid that I still need to fight in the world with the other party. This man looks submissive. Hidden with a fierce heart, the ebb and flow that has evolved from this is far from the strongest pressure I will face in the future, as long as I don't give up this brutal behavior one day, even if not now. And one day in the future, someone will experience stronger resistance than this.

At least, now, I successfully passed the test, took what I wanted, and retreated.

The man lying on the ground turned his eyes white and his body was slumped on the ground like mud. This is not a description. His mystery did not stop during this time, and his consciousness was shocked, making this ongoing mystery out of control. . Even so, the muddy body, after this, has been twitching. His pain was very straightforward, and Jonny was as painful as he was.

Seeing them like this, my heart has never been indifferent.

I dragged him to a better hiding place next to the wall, and launched a quick swipe to the cruel battlefield. The shock wave has passed, and even the people who initiated the shock wave cannot avoid being affected by their hiding places. Not everyone can calm their mood immediately, nor everyone can cut into the battlefield as soon as possible. As I crossed the collapsed buildings and the deep ravines, I could observe only one-third of the people I sensed who were in the same direction as me.

The man with the "three-stringed instrument" did not lie, but did not say the whole situation. He and his companions did participate in the operation temporarily according to their own organization. They never thought about how many people would be involved, and they did not have enough intelligence to identify the enemies they were about to face. Their initial goal was not Father Edward, as long as it could intensify the relationship between the Doomsday Truth and the Netball and combat all the possibilities of the Doomsday Truth, it would not be missed and gradually evolved into the current situation.

This is a necessity that they themselves cannot predict.

And the most important point in the information he concealed was that he actually understood that among the more than fifty "common people" who could not tell their identity, there were netballs lurking. Because that person was an acquaintance he had noticed long ago. He never thought of revealing the identity of the other party, because, by following this acquaintance, he could infer more information and also release some deliberate information.

This time, what he inferred from this acquaintance indirectly proved that my previous judgment was correct. The cyber ball does have enough precautions against possible and destructive battles that are beyond scale. The mystery of the lurkers and observers of this network ball can dispel innocent citizens, create an entrance, and move the battlefield to a more suitable place. This man was only halfway up to catch up with the big troops, and was locked by the man with the "trio" as soon as he appeared. Too many people are acting in secret at the same time, and the direction is also very consistent. Even if there is no report from the Netball Headquarters, it is enough to make people judge what kind of bad things will happen.

Now that the black ball has not been damaged in the shock wave, the party directly affected by the black nest is also safe under the strong protection of Father Sisen. The people involved in the attack may come back at any time when they realize that this chaotic impact Powerful, it will inevitably be used again deliberately. In other words, the situation of the war will inevitably continue to expand, and this consequence is definitely not what the city's managers want to face.

So, it must be before that. The battlefield will definitely be transferred.

The lurker of the online ball is probably ready to complete this task.

The wind continued to raging, sweeping between the walls of the ruins, and the gullible sound rolled back in the gully. The severe destruction did not bring about the clearness of the clearing. It is heavier depression and further changes, which may come in a more intense way at any time. While I and some people returned to the battlefield, Father Sisen and others were leaving the center of the battlefield. They were not injured, enough to prove Father Sisen ’s strength, but they should not want to suffer another similar attack. If there is a way to escape the unexpected strong impact like me, even Father Sisen, Will deliberately bear this impact directly.

If you continue to stay in the center. The previous attack method will inevitably repeat itself. At first, they may have just not thought about it. Such an attack would be so violent.

The black ball demon, which had not been moving, finally took further action, and countless lights spewed out from the inside of the black ball, like a trace of guided current, rushing along the ground where several layers of skin were exposed. Spreading in all directions, this spreading speed is extremely fast. Within a few seconds, he overtook Father Sisen and others, and then, as they evaded, splashed dry sparks. Father Sisen and others had to jump into the huddle and avoid the danger of not knowing what. When these lights spread, reaching farther away, there was no one to escape. They were immediately tied up, and the mystery they should have had no effect at this moment.

In my chain judgment, the people beside me seemed to have no resistance, and suddenly became prisoners of rank.

There is more and more light spreading on the earth. The electric sparks spurred by some kind of "collision" are also becoming denser and denser. When I stand down and look down, I can confirm that these lights are forming a complex, covering area and wide magic The pattern, the quark flying near the edge of the magic array, made me observe that no one can escape this range at all.

Maybe it doesn't want to escape, maybe it's impossible to escape. In short, all the people involved in this battle will probably stay here and continue to face further changes, whether they are confident or not, a more intense battle can be expected. People who seem to be on their own and only shoot together when they are tacit, start to rescue each other, call friends, and try to build a temporary but effective offense and defense alliance before the change is completed.

The netball lurker seen by the "Sanxian" man has also gathered with several companions to try to display the mystery of shifting the battlefield, but they are all somber, because their actions have no specific effect. The light that constitutes a huge magic array seems to have a power to interfere with mystery.

"It is not a total ban, nor is it continued to be suppressed." When I approached Father Sissen and others, the man named k has verified the situation that he and others have to face with actual actions. "It will only produce a The momentary disturbance, however, is enough to interrupt the rhythm necessary for effective action. "

"Mr. Gao Chuan, what do you think?" Father Sisen was still calm enough. He seemed to ask me without any precaution: "What is the conspiracy of Father Edward?"

"From the beginning, it was to attract all the prey as much as possible. Wasn't it clear that all the coming prey was clear?" I said calmly: "Here is a trap. Father Edward regarded himself as a bait. However, I did not. I thought that so many people would jump in. "

"It seems that you jumped in voluntarily, but not everyone else understood the situation." Father Sisen smiled. "Father Edwards will always do something unexpected ~ www.readwn.com ~ Gaochuan teenager , Why did you come here? "Q asked," Is it something to be done even if I jump into the trap actively? "

"If you don't jump into the trap, there's no way to lock the position of the doomsday truth here." I looked at the black ball demon and replied: "In the beginning, I didn't think that it would be such a big guy who presided over the trap. But, even knowing in advance, it will not change the decision. Moreover, it is precisely because he has such an identity and strength that he is the best goal. He will take me to their hiding place, now, he has already begun to do so Done."

"I'm so confident." H shrugged and said teasingly.

Like me, these guys in Black Nest have not been affected by the current spectacular and dramatic changes. Perhaps they, like me, did not have any way to take Father Edward for the time being, but they were equally confident that even if they stepped into a trap, they would not get worse. I can feel that they also have to face this scene and also have to complete the task. I do n’t know exactly what the task is, but my understanding of Father Sissen is definitely not trivial.

"Join it. Anyway, you want to kill this guy, don't you?" I said. (To be continued ...)