Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 3: Transparent dog

I listened carefully, and it was indeed a dog barking, followed by an emotionally pleasant, but trembling swallowing sound.

　　 There is something more dangerous than dead people hidden in this building.

　　 It is alive, and it is at the top of the food chain.

　　 I remembered again the picture of the six-eyed dog on the roof of the old school toilet.

　　 No matter what it is, I don’t think I can avoid it. Canines have a keen sense of smell, and they will soon know that I am here. No matter where I escape, as long as I am in this place enclosed by walls and iron gates, it is impossible to escape its pursuit.

　　 I want to escape, and I must find the key to open the big lock of the iron door.

　　 I guess and hope that the reason why I am here, the third floor of the building, is not meaningless.

　　 The portrait of the six-eyed vicious dog on the roof of the old toilet is so lifelike, it's like being really alive, breathing every moment in a way we can't understand. The guy who left it there, whether he is a human or something else, must be wise.

　　Think about it, a wise guy planted a trap and threw me and others into this cruel world, just hoping that we would die like maggots?

　　 If he wants us to do something, he will definitely leave a reminder of survival.

　　 There is no error in my logic.

　　 This floor is temporarily safe, but from the style of the door of the room, it can be seen that they are all ordinary residences, and there is no place where keys can be stored.

　　 This is not a violent organ such as a police station. There will be no more powerful weapons than an axe. Perhaps only here is such a fire axe.

　　 So I want to go up and fight the thing that may be a dog. Only in the place guarded by the boss can I have the most important treasure.

　　 If the person who designed me has wisdom, then this is the roughest and easiest test to start the game.

　　Yes, this is a survival game, and this is the answer from my reasoning.

　　 I am not afraid at all.

　　 I walked up the stairs step by step.

　　, holding an axe in both hands, smoking a cigarette fiercely, sparks and smoke are like the snort of an evil dragon.

　　Although I can't tell from the outside, I have been called "the river of fearlessness" since I was a child.

　　 In the age of climbing trees, swinging on horizontal bars, walking on narrow corridor guardrails, jumping off high stairs and floors, climbing over high walls, trying to fly over walls, these dangerous behaviors as children’s games, everyone is wanton Unrestrained, not afraid of bleeding and broken bones, nor feel that it is disgusting to trample on frogs and eat roasted locusts, just to get brave praise and admiration.

　　 Adults certainly disagree. They only feel scared.

　　 "How can you do that, it's too dangerous!"

　　 "Who is your head?"

　　 "Gao Chuan. He is great."

　　"Stop playing with him! Did you hear? I'm looking for his parents! This child needs to be educated."

　　 I was severely reprimanded, and my companions left one by one.

　　As we get older, adults teach children what fear is.

　　 I didn’t repent at first, and I still ran on the eaves and the top of the wall, but when I was the only one left, I couldn’t stand in the sight of everyone. It was too boring, and a bit stupid, and others looked surprised. I'm acting as an actor.

　　 I became a top student, no dangerous behaviors, no sports activities, and I focused on my studies. My dream in junior high school is to become a dynamics expert, which requires a high degree of education.

　　 Nowadays, I am used to taking care of myself as an example of top students, combing short and medium hair carefully to reveal an intellectual and delicate face, and sometimes wear plain glasses. The school uniform was meticulous, wrapped around the shapely body like a film, and was also in the student union, actively participating in the learning competition. At the end of each semester, the praise in the personal evaluation report almost overflows the grid.

　　 Despite this, I believe that the courage and strength of childhood fearlessness are still lurking in the body, soul and blood.

　　 With every step, the tremor of the muscle becomes clearer. For so many years, it has never been so powerful as it is now, as if the thick rubber band is gradually pulled to its limit. The blood was rushing, the heart was beating, and their voices rang in the ears.

　　 I want to shout, and the shout explodes in my chest.

　　 Even if I close my eyes, I am sure that I can find the way forward.

　　 The dog barking gradually disappeared.

　　 It did not leave, I could feel it looking at its prey. It is such a creature. It hides, looks for opportunities, and makes a fatal blow. This is not cowardice, but cunning.

　　 Where is it hiding?

　　 I stopped before I stepped onto the last step.

　　 The corridor is in front of me. As long as there is no step forward, the left and right sides are solid walls. There is no higher place than the fourth floor. This is the end of the battlefield.

　　 I didn't see it, my sight was blocked by the wall, so where is it staring at me? What is certain is that the wall is not fortified at all.

　　The left side of the corridor? Or the right?

　　 Maybe it doesn’t rely on sight at all? Is it using smell and sound to determine my location? I think I can try.

　　 I took off my school uniform jacket and threw it forward.

　　hu——

　　, the air seemed to be torn apart.

　　The school uniform flew into the corridor for an instant, as if hit by something. Without seeing it clearly, the entire jacket bulged to the left as if covering a large object, and flew into the depths of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

　　The machine can't be lost. I grabbed the axe and jumped into the corridor, lowered my body, and took a guard posture facing the left side of the corridor. Although I only glanced at it, I was sure that there was nothing on the right side, and it was the body of the thing that fluttered the jacket.

　　At a distance of about twenty meters, the coat lost the strength to fly, and it slowly fell by inertia.

　　 I still don’t see what it looks like.

　　 To be precise, there is nothing in front of me.

　　 But I heard the sound of the heavy body landing, and heard its angry gasps and threatening growl.

　　 It's on the coat side, it's transparent, and it's hidden in the air.

　　 "Come here, I'm not afraid of you!" I spit out the cigarette **** and growled like a demonstration.

　　 I know how to deal with this guy. I have seen danger and read all kinds of books. It is weird, but it can't make me fear the unknown, because its existence cannot match the imagination of the enemy.

　　 It’s just an invisible beast. I’ve never seen it before, but it’s nothing strange. In human fantasy, it’s just a kind of inferior weirdness. Humans have even come up with countless Ways to kill it.

　　 I know what blood and injuries are about, and I understand that beasts are not without fear. I have more knowledge stored in my mind than other people of my age, and I understand the functions of the five sense organs.

　　 can’t see, doesn’t mean it can’t be judged.

　　 There is a strong smell in the air. Its body is strong and powerful, and it will blow strong winds when it leaps. My senses of hearing, smell and skin are all portraying its contours.

　　 It was angered, and its bark became intense, and accompanied by a bad wind, it rushed towards me, almost filling the entire corridor with its invisible aura.

　　 I think it is as big as two Great Danes combined.

　　 The distance of twenty meters was shortened in one breath.

　　 I swing the axe hard.

　　 didn't hit anything, and the wall on the left made a pedaling sound.

　　 I rolled forward without thinking. The strong wind fell behind me, and then jumped up again.

　　 Before I could get up, I could only continue to roll and stab the axe upward like a spear.

　　噗——

　　 dull knocking sound.

　　The heavy force spread from the wrist to the shoulder. It was sore and painful. The axe almost let go, but I hit it.

　　 It was pushed open and jumped back a few steps. I also took advantage of my strength to back up a few steps and squatted on the ground. If this is not a narrow corridor, but a broad lawn downstairs, then it can quietly bypass the front and attack me from behind or from the side, but it won't be as intended here.

　　 This is the battlefield I chose.

　　 It growled and slowly pushed towards me, as if it would launch a fierce pounce in the next step.

　　 I maintained the axe in the easiest position to chop and retreated slowly following its steps.

　　 advances and retreats, like a repulsive field between the two.

　　 Only three meters away from the door at the end of the corridor, I picked up my school uniform carefully, like a matador, holding a weapon in one hand and a red cloth teasing the prey in the other.

　　 Its purpose was achieved, and I was forced into a blind spot.

　　 I can only step forward.

　　 The moment I was about to take a step, it rushed up.

　　 I cut into the air again, the sound of landing still fell on the wall, and instantly flew to the ceiling.

　　 has no time to think at all, so I threw an axe at it.

　　 It jumped onto the drag window with a whirr, and the axe's hair slammed into the wooden ceiling.

　　The glass splashed out suddenly, raining downstairs. I saw the cut reflections of the walls, sky and light among the rotating debris~IndoMTL.com~ It pounced once again.

　　 I opened my school uniform with both hands.

　　 Its head and forelimbs slammed into the school uniform, almost tearing it apart. I quickly let go. It was wearing a school uniform and knocked me into the air without any reduction, and hit me **** the wall.

　　 I felt as if I was hit by a car traveling at 60 kilometers per hour, and my bones were broken.

　　 I spit out **** saliva, opened my eyes vigorously, jumped up to the axe embedded in the ceiling, and grabbed the axe handle.

　　 The axe is embedded too deeply.

　　 I hung from the handle of the axe, and the beast below the front and bottom was still fighting with the school uniform that covered its head. The raised shape of the cloth outlines its head.

　　 I vigorously sway my waist and feet, and pull off the axe with the help of the forward swing.

　　 When it tore the school uniform to pieces, I swung to the front, and the axe hit its head severely. A huge force penetrated through the wrists, and with a flop, a large amount of blood was ejected from the place where the axe slashed.

　　 It screamed, leaped back with its axe, swayed, and finally fell to the ground. The invisible body slammed on the floor, making a dull sound.

　　 I sat down on the ground, my whole body aching, I really wanted to lie down like this.

　　 Ahead of 　　, blood is pouring out of a broken water bag, and it dyes the floor red in a moment. The fur soaked with red appeared in the air little by little. Judging from the recognizable outline, it is indeed a strong canine creature.

　　 won! Thinking of this, my heart was refreshed, and I just sat on the ground like this, laughing.

　　 I was about to get up. Behind, the door at the end of the corridor made a sour sound of opening.

　　The shadow climbs up against the pattern of the backlight.

　　 applause.

　　 "It's amazing." said the low voice like the night.