Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 52: Dark red
I asked Bajing casually before I knew the name of the boy who died.
The cause of his death is unknown. Although Bajing and I felt that it was the cult behind Morino, the organization that had been operating in a low-key manner suddenly became so fanatical. The reason was just because he had an argument with the members of the organization. This reason is not justified.
There must be factors that we don’t understand.
In addition to Morino, I also suspected that Sakiya, the way the family died was too weird, it looked like it was hunted by a demon. She not only has the motive of committing crimes, but also the ability to commit crimes.
But now Sakiya is missing and cannot confront her face to face.
I don’t know how to comfort Bajing. I have warned her a long time ago, and her usual performance made me think that she was psychologically prepared for such a result before making those decisions.
If there is any vacillation, it cannot be found on the face of Bajing at this time.
"Shall we talk to Morino?" I asked her.
She refused decisively.
"No, it doesn't make sense." She said, "I will find out by myself."
Now that she has a decision in her heart, I don’t have to say anything more.
Feeling that the changes around me are accelerating and the preparations for battle are almost done, I decided to take the initiative.
There are currently three clues to dig out the cult organization. They are: Morino, Shirai and Luanju.
Because Morino is a friend of Sakiya's, Shirai's value is even inferior to Morino, so I decided to start with Shanzhong.
Since the graystone and intelligence Morino obtained from Shirai can make enough contributions to him, the value I possess will naturally make Luan more fascinated. I am a Mageweave Messenger, I have more graystones, and no one else knows the nodes generated when I return.
I don’t know what methods those people used to find Shirai, but what is certain is that it will take a considerable amount of time.
Luanzhong’s position in the organization does not seem to be higher than that of Morino. I took the initiative to send it to the door, and I will definitely be able to grasp more initiative.
After school, Bajing left immediately. I went to the first grade classroom, and when I passed by Morino's class, I glanced in again, Morino was not there. She knew that Sakiya lived in my house, but she didn't come here because of Sakiya's absenteeism, as if she knew where she was.
If you follow Morino, you may be able to know the whereabouts of Sakiya.
This is just a passing thought.
stood at the first grade stairs for a while, and the boy who was exactly the same as the one in the photo passed me by with a schoolbag on his shoulders.
He didn't realize my existence, and I was not in a hurry to stop him at school. For some things, it's better to find places with few personal traces, and maybe luck is good, he directly led me to the cult's foothold.
The tracking went smoothly unexpectedly. After Luan Zhong left school, he quickened his pace, cautiously circled the street, and went to a fast food restaurant for dinner, which made his behavior even more suspicious. I followed very patiently at a distance of twenty meters, hiding myself by the crowd.
Around seven o'clock, Luan Zhong walked into a relatively street, a slightly dark and deserted side road.
I watched him knock on a door near the garbage dump from a distance, and soon a brawny bald man in a vest came out to talk, and then the two walked into the door together.
Judging by the location of the door, it should lead to a bar after entering, but I think that door is not just the back door of the bar.
seems to save the gift money for friendship.
I confirmed that I had noted the location of the door and returned home.
After finishing today’s homework, I tried to call Sakiya’s mobile phone, but I didn’t get through after waiting for a long time.
This actually made me determined.
I adjusted the alarm clock and fell asleep, and didn't wake up until late at night.
The half moon outside the window is covered by gray gauze clouds, the color of the city is getting deeper and deeper, the lights in the distance are mostly falling asleep, and the wind blows through the treetops and makes a sound, as if the whole world only has this kind of sound.
The night wind took away the surface temperature of my skin. I felt calm inside, but the blood seemed to start to burn. It seems that something lurking in the depths of the soul is floating up.
I opened the cabinet and took out the clothes and props I had prepared.
Put on the breastplate and armor, put on the knee-length crimson windbreaker, tighten the shoelaces, pull up the gloves, move the fingers and joints, insert the weapons and props into the windbreaker interface one by one, and put them on the back Quiver and improved crossbow.
put on a headgear with a face painted on the mirror, pin the goggles to the forehead, and put down the hood of the jumpsuit.
I stared at myself in the dressing mirror, only to see a ghost whose face was hidden in the shadow.
is different from me.
This ghost possesses an unfettered power.
I opened the door to the balcony and stood on the balcony guardrail, overlooking the distant view of the city. This is something I once wanted to do, but didn't dare to do it.
Standing on a steel tube with only forearm thickness, a distance of 20 meters from the ground, without the slightest emotion of fear, the body seems to be held up by the breeze, and a release impulse rises in my heart. I am like the first Once the person who saw the sea sighed and opened his arms like that, wanting to embrace the whole world.
Quark’s eyes glowed like gems in the dark night. It stared at me sideways and seemed to hear the blood running through my body.
A car with full horsepower drove by.
In response to the sharp whistling sound, the crow flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
I also stepped forward.
Stepping in the air, there is a strange feeling of emptiness, the body falls downward, the wind beats the eardrum, and the heart seems to be unable to keep up with the speed of the body falling.
The sky and the ground within the field of vision shrank rapidly, and it looked like it was burrowing into his chest. The next moment, as if he was swallowed by the shadow of the building.
a sharp wind breaking.
The rope claw shot from the mechanism of the hand armor clasped the guardrail of a balcony, and the force of the pulling quickly weakened the speed of the fall. When the feeling of touching the ground came from the soles of the feet, only the impact of jumping from a height of four meters was left.
succeeded!
My body is hot, but deep inside, I feel like I have another experience I have never had before ruminating calmly. I slowly stood up straight, waved my arm, and pulled the claw away from the balcony guardrail~IndoMTL.com~, revolved back into the mechanism forcefully, making a subtle but crisp slap.
The sparse moonlight reflected a shadow hovering in the sky.
It fell like an arrow, spread its huge wings, and stood on my outstretched arm.
The hoarse cry of quark, as if expressing the joy of nightcrawlers.
"Fly, quark, follow me." The voice from my throat was deep, suspicious that it was not me.
quark flies away again as if it can understand it.
I visually inspected the two-meter-high wall in front of me, sprinting, jumping, and the muscles of my thighs tightened and compressed, generating tremendous strength, throwing my body up, and falling steadily on the wall that was only two palms wide.
In a trance, I seem to have returned to my childhood, running with all my strength in the narrow alley, imitating the knight who walks on the wall, leaping on the wall at the corner, enjoying the feeling of stagnation in just one second.
Now I no longer need to fill in the fantasy that I can’t do.
This body hidden under the windbreaker has inexhaustible power.
Don't be afraid.
indulge instinct.
Become the elf of the night, running on the top of the wall, jumping and climbing in the reinforced forest, enjoying the freedom and invigoration that the vehicles confined in the lane cannot bring.
The wall is like a avenue, the roof is like a step, the night breeze is playing in the ear, and the vertical wall is no longer an insurmountable sky. The sleepless lights flickered under the feet, and the lonely streets occasionally had pedestrians and vehicles, and they were as boringly busy as ants.
Sometimes, I would jump from the overpass to the top of a truck that just passed under the bridge. The driver didn’t notice it at all. After driving me for a distance and changing direction, I jumped on to another one. .
repeats this.
The time to reach the target location is shorter than imagined.