Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 48: Boundary Line One

I woke up very early the next day, Saya’s sleeping face was against my shoulder, her saliva wetted her pajamas, and her carefree expression was as pure as an angel. Her appearance without glasses is really a beauty. If she shows her true colors in school, her popularity is bound to rise sharply, but it will be a problem for her. I couldn't help laughing at the thought of Sakuya frowning and overwhelmed because of the boys' pursuit.

　　 across the thin fabric of the pajamas, squeezing the chest of the arm, giving a feeling of fullness. I slept next to the girl in the same bed last night. I didn't have any special thoughts at the time. But when I woke up, my thoughts and emotions were reset and refreshed last night, but I felt embarrassed.

　　Because Saya’s sleeping face was so happy, I couldn’t bear to wake her when I thought of the fear buried in her heart a few days ago. I gently pulled out my arm and tiptoed out of the room.

After 　　 washed, the analysis rooted in my mind last night was reawakened. Although it seems that he is still living a fairly peaceful life, Sakuya is like a bomb buried in his body, and it will explode at some point.

　　 The demon that is not controlled by the host has been lurking for so long without doing any evil. It is really eye-catching to think about it now.

　　It can be confirmed intellectually that it is extremely unwise to continue living with Sakiya, but emotionally, I can’t leave her alone.

　　 I am not a machine, so it is impossible to act rationally.

　　 This is something to be happy about.

　　When emotions and reason conflict, there will be a subtle taste, like sweetened bitter gourd, which makes the tip of the tongue numb.

　　 That is a pain that brings happiness.

　　 I played with the taste, like tasting tangled but sweet spring water, while going out to buy breakfast for two.

　　 The early morning weather is particularly refreshing, the rustling sweeping and the bicycle bells are broadcast in the breeze, busy street vendors, talking pedestrians, morning elders, looking at it is a peaceful scene, as if everything is at the end of the day. Everything in the illusion is an illusion. But I know that those dark things do exist. They are hidden in the corner of the garbage dump, emitting a dirty and moldy stench.

　　 When you flip it once, you can no longer ignore it.

　　 I lit a cigarette and bought buns and soy milk in the sight of passers-by.

　　 Sakiya was already up when he got home.

　　 "I don't want to go to school today." When Sakiya said this, she held the bun in both hands like a hamster and bit it carefully.

　　 "Then borrow my mobile phone."

　　 Saki Ye cast a puzzled look.

　　 "If you have trouble, such as the devil suddenly moves, please call me."

　　 "Demon?"

　　 "It's the monster in your body. I just decided to call it a demon last night."

　　 "The Doomsday, Hellhound, Demon, Black Magic... It seems very funny, hehe." She said easily, there was no force in her smile.

　　As always, I cannot confirm her true feelings from the outside.

　　 "What's wrong? Is there anything on my face?" Sakiya touched her cheek when she saw me staring straight at her face.

　　 "Uh...no, no. Anyway, call if you have trouble." I reached out to her, "Give me your phone, I'll be on call anytime."

　　 "It feels like a princess protected by a knight, romantic." She said so, but I didn't think it at all.

　　 Saya’s phone is a girly pink with cartoon animal stickers on the surface of the case. I put her in the pocket of my school uniform.

　　In order to strengthen my own capabilities, I decided to modify the existing equipment.

　　 bullet collection is more troublesome, but the crossbow modification will also be very handy.

　　According to the experience recorded in the diary, since the devil has a relationship with the doomsday illusion, then greystone should be able to have a certain effect on it.

　　 Whether graystone is added or not is the difference between ordinary weapons and boundary weapons. Since there is such a distinction between weapons, at least it can be judged that to a certain extent, the effectiveness of ordinary weapons for things in the doomsday illusion will become lower and lower.

　　Because it is a weapon aimed at a specific object, it will have the prefix "boundary".

　　The bullets that killed the three hat men were pre-mixed with graystone. Maybe that's why they were crazy about them.

　　 Before going out, I asked Sakiya to order some parts of the modified bow and crossbow through telephone and online inquiries, and to check all the news that might be related to the doomsday illusion on the Internet as much as possible.

　　 She accepted the task very happily.

　　 "Leave it to me, A Chuan, we are the companions of life and death, right?" She clenched her fist in high spirits.

　　 "This is not a game." I emphasized.

　　 "I know, but this is more exciting." Sakiya pushed his glasses, "Don't you think that compared to the boring to moldy daily life, the current situation is indeed scary, but is it more interesting? "

　　 Sakuya's expression at this time is something I have never seen in her. I always thought that she was an introverted good girl, but I didn't expect to have such a rebellious side in her bones.

　　 Last night, there was still a lingering fear, full of regret, and I didn't dare to sleep alone.

Is 　　 turning so fast because of puberty?

　　 "I don't think, but... it's better to be funny than to pee your pants in fear."

　　 I lifted my quiver and schoolbag, and went out with that answer.

　　 Sakiya's angry voice came from behind.

　　 "You just pee on your pants! Idiot Gao Chuan!"

　　 seems to be relieved for the time being.

　　When I walked into the classroom, the classmates were still very few. Bajing came early as usual and sat in his place to read.

　　 I greeted her, her gaze fell on the quiver that had just been lowered.

　　 "What is this?"

　　 "I plan to make bows and arrows by myself." I honestly said, "I will work on them after school."

　　 Normally, I also participate in manual activities, making puppets, models, and electronic toys, so it’s not surprising that I suddenly make bows and arrows.

　　 Eight Views did not intend to follow up.

　　 "Have you decided?" she asked.

　　 "What?" I can't turn around for a while.

　　 Hachijing slammed the book shut with a snap, and I took a look. The fine packaging with black leather and gilding looked very expensive, and it was not borrowed from the library. The title of the book is: "Top Ten Most Famous Psychics in World History".

　　 is still the same, although the appearance is intellectual action, but the essence is the occult fan.

　　 But this is more girly.

　　 I heard that the boys who pursue the Eight Views use literary and scientific temperament to pack themselves. As a result, one by one is knocked to the ground. The romantic with a flower every day is also thrown into the trash can. I think they should study Tarot Divination and Gypsy legends~IndoMTL.com~It will be much more successful.

　　 "Join the Whisperer, didn't you say you want to think about it?" Hakkei stared at me with a sharp gaze: "Could it be that I haven't considered it clearly? The Gaochuan I know is not an indecisive person!"

　　 is really the old-fashioned aggressive method, but Bajing didn't seem to say so deliberately, but the instinct to change language according to the situation has long been imprinted in her bones.

　　 As the monitor of the 56 students in the class, eight sceneries can get full marks.

　　 "The whisperer is outlawed." I kindly reminded her.

　　 "As long as I am alive, the whisperer will not disappear." She declared like a revolutionary.

　　"It’s really nerve-wracking, I said don’t go on, be careful you will lose your life."

　　 "Don't let me repeat it a second time, I have my own considerations. There are some things that I have to do even if I lose my life."

　　"The cult guys think so too, your position is very delicate, Bajing."

　　"You don't need to worry about it. Join or not, give me a clear answer."

　　 "The answer is no, but if you really want to continue, maybe you can make a deal."

　　 Hearing my answer, Bajing did not show a disappointed expression, but his eyes lit up.

　　 "Talk about it."

　　 I found the bottle containing some mysterious blue solid-liquid mixture from the hat man and gave it to her.

　　 "I want to know the origin of this thing. Some students in this school may know it. Try to keep it secret when investigating."

　　 Eight Views took over and looked curiously.

　　 "As a transaction, what do you exchange for?" she asked.

　　 "This is the bottle." I replied.

　　"Deal."