Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

In this ruined square, the survivors are left with a large number of crippled dead soldiers and 16 people on our side. When we noticed, two conscious walkers were completely mad and unable to extricate themselves. Most people think that they have no possibility of regaining their consciousness again. If there is no accident, their destiny is destined to be killed in the ensuing mysterious events. In our cognition, once exposed to the mystery, the influence of the mystery will not stop because of the subjective will of the individual, and even death cannot stop the mysterious steps. If you feel that you can leave actively and passively give up, you can let a person who has been in contact with the mystery breathe, it is a kind of deadly innocence.

The madness of these two conscious walkers will not make their situation better. Even though, there will be many people who are willing to pull them, but since they have lost their ability to save themselves, others cannot do it for them. Too much, after all, "mystery" is inherently elusive, and no one can stay with them all the time, or in bad circumstances, prefer to use their own lives to replace the "mystery" against them.

Among the seven conscious walkers who entered the ideological world of Father Edwards at the beginning, the only ones who really survived were me, L, and the gas mask. Others died either in a mysterious shock or in a crazy monster oppression-temporary codename The gentleman who is a "cocktail" is one of those two crazy people who can't restore their wits. Standing across from them, looking around at the familiar faces, the faces that are still absent, it is even more melancholy. All this happened in less than twenty minutes. Who would have thought that the self-confidence was so vulnerable? We also have to imprison the two conscious walkers who have become lunatics. They still have the power of ideology, and no one wants to enter their ideological world, much less like being invaded by their own ideological world. I have to say that to a large extent. These conscious walkers who are just mad, but not physically dead, are a problem for anyone.

No one has proposed to kill them on the spot, but, in Joni's perception, in some more secret battlefields, this kind of death penalty is tacitly approved.

L said, "I'm in charge." In the acquiescence of others. He pressed his hands on the heads of the two. At first, the two rebelled for a while, and I even realized that the three might fight in a certain ideological world. As a result, L succeeded in quieting the two.

What happened to these conscious walkers? No one intends to ask this question.

If this battle is to win the biggest winner. Well, I am afraid that there is only the black nest of Father Sisen. Now that the members of other mysterious organizations have suffered heavy casualties, and now exclude people like me, the youth Gao Chuan, and the file squad who were originally very simple in the war, only the surviving priest Xi Sen and others have obtained what they want-they It was originally intended to trouble Father Fr Edward, although the purpose was not clear, but. They are undoubtedly successful, and, taking into account the tendency of other survivors after this battle, they are also considered to have found a future alliance.

The reason why these mysterious organizations appear here is because they do not deal with the online ball, and the concept of Black Nest must be more in line with their tastes. Many people who participated in this battle died here, and even the entire team was annihilated, at the beginning of the war. They may not be acquaintances with each other, and are more likely to have contradictions in certain aspects. However, the strength and action tendency of the Black Nest, combined with the temporary friendship made in the brutal battle, will inevitably bloom new flowers. Because, people who died here. This does not mean that they are all these mysterious organizations. On the contrary, they are nothing more than representatives and vanguards sent by their respective mysterious organizations to London. Even a small mysterious organization. It is also impossible to bet all of your hole cards in this city, even if the online ball has expressed enough goodwill.

The impact of this battle will baptize the mysterious organizational structure of this world. The process is bound to be complicated, but I can see the rise of Black Nest. As for the few cyber-ball players who were forced to get involved at the beginning of the war, there was no one left at this time. Their death also made the Black Nest even a temporary containment shackle. I cannot help but assume that if those people are still alive, what fate will they face in the future? Their importance is not small, but on the dark side, I am afraid that few members of Black Nest and other mysterious organizations feel that they are better alive than dead.

Anyway, the end of this battle is the start of the countdown for my departure from London. However, the premise is that we must find a way to leave this temporary data hedging space-Father Edward hides the army in the temporary data hedging space. This is something that was originally expected. If you do not rely on the characteristics of the temporary data hedging space , The network ball in the city where the base camp is located will definitely uproot them. It can even be said that these doomsday people hide the entry and exit nodes of this temporary data hedge space so well that even the network ball is difficult to determine its position. Not daring to act rashly, we have to use people like us to carry out their own work. I do n’t believe that cyberballs do n’t understand the disadvantages of doing so. The causes and consequences of the battle will inevitably appear to be distorted in the mouth of today ’s survivors, which will have a certain impact on the reputation of cyberballs. Bridging this effect. After all, although the work of the cyber ball is political, its essence is still a mysterious organization, and the mysterious circle has its own rules, which are beyond the interference and shaken of the political nature of normal human society.

"Handle these dead soldiers first." The file broke the communication between everyone and said.

"Mrs. File, can you leave this matter to you?" Father Sisen said to her, "We need to find the exit of this different space."

"No problem, I am very willing to do this, and I have no talent for how to find an exit." The file shrugged and summoned two of his team members very swiftly, converging young people Gao Chuanchao who was still priest Sisen The large-scale air pressure superpower can suppress the dead soldiers to walk. Young Gaochuan never looked at me from start to finish, let alone the desire to submit a talk. To be honest, it made me feel relieved. We are all brain-drained and full of consciousness about what we firmly believe in. We are all Gao Chuan. We understand what we are thinking about each other. If we really want to communicate in words . I am afraid that after a few dry words, they will fall into awkward embarrassment or meaningless quarrel.

Since the results of actions can only be used to prove the meaning and correctness of each other's existence, from the beginning, it is enough to act. I do n’t want to have a dispute with him at this time, and I am sure that he must be too. We are like each other in the mirror. It seems the opposite, but it is the same.

While Father Sisen was talking to others, I left them quietly. Many people noticed my actions, but no one ignored them. They have more troubles themselves. And the role I played in it was insignificant. I am a protagonist in a world where I know myself, and they are no different. No matter how important I will play in the history of this illusion of doomsday, for others, it is meaningless. Because they cannot control my thoughts and actions, nor will they benefit from them. Conversely, the same is true. The role they will play in subsequent events has no meaning to me.

We walk on different paths. This road is spiral, occasionally meeting in one place, but then separating again. Our influence on each other is a doomed future that will not have any change. It has nothing to do with our friendship, friendship and value to each other, but only in our position. There will be no change in my position. Moreover, my position prevents them from joining. All I have now is "Jiang".

I walked into the shadow in the corner of the square. Put on the cloak of quark transfiguration and sink into the endless dark shadow world.

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The night hadn't passed yet, Duff suddenly awakened from her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she couldn't remember exactly what dream she had. There was a caring emotion lying in her heart, as if she was covering her soul A touch of gray. This kind of feeling is very uncomfortable, but the more I want to recall, the ashes covering the soul seem to be more intense. She felt that she had come to the bathroom when she was awake. Looking at herself in the mirror, her face more haggard than before going to bed, she was also very surprised. There was something wrong, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong. She unscrewed the tap and poured cold tap water on her face, trying to free herself from this uneasiness. At this time, she suddenly remembered the teenager who had just met for less than a day, but brought her some strange insights.

She was a bit hesitant at first. It would be very rude to disturb the other party during this time. Even if the other party is just a strange guest and she is not a good woman, she still feels that she should be reserved—this point To be reserved is not to interfere with the other party's ideas or pursue those secrets. She knew how different this teenager was. The encounter between the two of them seemed like a fate that made her a joke, so that her life was fixed, adding some exciting flavors and fresh colors However, her long experience of discussing life in the red light district convinced her that she should not have gone deep into it.

Even, she should not have picked him up at the beginning.

What will happen in the future? Will there be any danger? She was reluctant to answer, but instinct and reason were enough for her to get an almost doomed answer. When all the rough people in life come to the other person, unless the other person is already rough enough, otherwise, that terrible wave will be caught by surprise and beat him over.

Duff didn't want to think about it, but there was still a voice in her mind saying that what she was facing now was unable to find the key anomaly, precisely because she was being engulfed by the waves he brought with him. Such an idea is understandable. After all, she consciously lived in a harsh, dark but ordinary world before this. The world outlook, outlook on life and values ​​cultivated from this kind of life, almost this evening, Everything I saw with my own eyes, and more that came to mind from this, were burned.

"Cheer up!" Duff stared at himself in the mirror and patted his cheek hard. She knows why her emotions are so low, but in this awareness, she is keenly aware that there are hidden factors that she can't understand, just like walking the night after listening to ghost stories, even if she is sensible You can analyze the reasons for your fears, and what exactly causes you to fear. However, this does not mean that you can be absolutely sure that everything is as you want, and it is impossible to ignore this fear.

She is not a true believer, but she is also not a complete scientific materialist, a mystery like religion. It doesn't take up a large proportion in her mind, but it doesn't mean nothing at all.

Something kept stirring in Duff's heart, the more she tried to calm down, the more she couldn't calm down. This feeling of uncontrollability, since she was first taught in the red light district. It never appeared again until today, this time.

Duff suddenly pushed open the door of the bathroom, ran to the teenager's room, and opened the door with the key, but everything he saw when he pushed the door. It was a big empty bed, and a sledgehammer resting at the foot of the bed. The wind blew in from the open window, and the dancing curtains cast a heavy shadow on the ground. The moon she saw from the window looked like the color of red sand.

Duff had no time to think about why the teenager was not there, and a sense of urgency made her come to the giant hammer subconsciously, trying to catch it, but. The sledgehammer was so heavy that she could n’t move with all her strength. The only thing that reassured her was that when she held the weapon, it seemed that there was a power injected into her heart, dispelling the abnormal anxiety before. She glanced at the window, quickly walked up to close it, and then locked the door. She leaned on the body next to the giant hammer, snuggling against the cold metal, and a heavy tiredness enveloped her consciousness again.

She felt that she could finally get a good night's sleep.

When she closed her eyes. It didn't take long for someone to ring the doorbell suddenly. The coming person is obviously very urgent, the dense doorbell sounds like venting the emotions in his heart. The awakened Duff was very angry, but he also had a sense of fear, and immediately grabbed her heart, as if ringing the doorbell, not a bold stranger, or her own acquaintance, no, it was not Human, but a monster who wants to destroy himself. She was like staying in the room, avoiding the malicious Little Red Riding Hood, only because the sledgehammer was close to her skin, she could suppress the tremor of the body.

She had subconsciously screamed, but this fear made her swallow all her voice into her belly, covering her ears, only when there was no one in the whole room. She didn't understand why this otherwise normal night suddenly became so uneasy, but the warning of the teenager suddenly became clear in her mind-don't ignore your strange feelings, trust your instincts, follow your own Instinct, this will ensure safety, don't look at anything that is not right, and ignore sudden anomalies.

Someone ringing the doorbell at this time, no matter what the situation, is abnormal, which always means that something bad happened. Don't pay attention, she admonished herself and closed her eyes tightly. After more than a minute, the doorbell stopped, and Duff hesitated. He still put his ear on the ground and wanted to listen to the movement outside-she felt that this was wrong, because it means she cares about this. The anomaly, even, can be regarded as an attempt to observe this anomaly, but confirming the outside situation should not be considered redundant behavior.

Thinking about it, her heart was drumming, and a slight vibration passed through the ground, passing on her ears, vaguely sketching such a situation in her mind-someone outside could not stay, Decided to give up his reckless behavior and leave this house. Duff ’s heart was suddenly full of joy, just like the little red hood that had driven away the big bad wolf, but she just straightened up and felt a burst of hot air infiltrate from the outside. Soon, this hot air invaded along the gap and invaded In the rooms on both sides, she heard a rustling voice and immediately understood that the other party had broken in and was looking for herself.

Duff is a person who is very active in details ~ www.readwn.com ~ She uses her keenness for details to establish her future in the red light district, which is a bright future that is full of expectations. Now, she found that her sensitivity to details seems to have also caused anxiety for herself. She wondered if she shouldn't have listened to the movement outside the door before, but it was too late for regret at this time. She moved slowly and hid herself under the bed.

She could still hear the rustling sound moving in other rooms. When the rustling sound approached this room, she couldn't help but peep through the gaps under the bed to peep out the changes outside.

She saw a pair of feet with boots and stood beside the bed, less than a meter away from her.

Duff's heart suddenly beat fiercely, making a drumbeat in her ears. She even felt that her heart beating leaked her secrets. In this silent night, she might have been heard by the owner of those feet. And wish to take sleeping pills to let it down.

She still doesn't understand, who is the owner of these feet? Or, is it human? Because, her mind has been filled with weirdness slowly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please read it for mobile users.)