Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 92: Contact

How can I laugh? I told her my reasoning. The opponent is a super-organization on a global scale. As long as they use a little trick, even their own government will treat us as an enemy. No matter how you think about it, it's a daunting thing.

　　 "But I did see it. You are smiling, A Chuan, it must be different from what your mouth says. You think it's funny in your heart?"

　　 "Interesting?"

　　"Isn’t this kind of plot often staged in movies? Being a pair of desperate mandarin ducks, fighting against the whole world, repeatedly escaping arrests, and finally destroying the evil organization. It’s so romantic and exciting. "

　　Looking at Fu Jiang's arrogant and joyous look, I thought I would utter a senseless lament, but I was accidentally infected by her. I felt that as long as the two were together, even if the earth was ruined, I would not be afraid. Maybe the same factor as her is hidden in my bloodline, and I awakened unknownly at the moment I met her. They resonated, attracted each other, and gradually became crazy.

　　 Maybe Tomoe was aware of this a long time ago, so she chose me.

　　 She is a smart woman, but she doesn't need cooling.

After 　　, she asked the most critical question. Who dropped the seeds of the weeds? Who turned the old school toilet into a special point? Who is against the people behind the scenes? What is the reason for this confrontation? Is it another accident?

　　There are three candidates in my mind.

　　 The first one is the mysterious reinforcements that helped us escape the hunt of the Goat Guild after fighting the demon possessed by Sakuya. But judging by the time of its appearance, the probability is not very high.

　　 The second one was the "cyberball" that responded last night. The timing of its appearance was too coincidental.

　　 The third... is an existence that has an impression but is very vague.

　　 The transfer student who confessed to me inexplicably and was completely forgotten by other students and teachers.

　　 I can't remember her appearance anyway, it's like a beach that is constantly washed by the tide, and the former sand castle becomes a wreck, gradually losing its subjective outline.

　　What did she do? What did you say?

　　 Stories that are illocutionary, abnormal changes.

　　 On that day, when I habitually passed Sakiya’s class, I looked for Sakiya and Morino with my eyes.

　　 Don't talk about Sakiya, even Morino is not there.

　　 stood behind the door for a while, she came over and asked me who I was looking for. I said to look for Morino, so she told me Morino did not come to class, and more than a dozen people were absent from school. That can be said to be the beginning of a series of tragedies later.

　　 I was surprised and asked her where she heard the news. Because even this girl knows information on this scale, I have no reason not to know.

　　 She explained that she overheard it from the faculty office.

　　 Then, she confessed to me.

　　 can't forget her calm expression at the time.

　　 was only surprised at the time, but now in retrospect, her tone and expression are too flat, as if she was telling a story with known results.

　　 is it her? Or is she just a coincidence?

　　If it is really her, where does she belong?

　　 She left inexplicably, leaving only the puzzles that were worrying.

　　 I seem to be able to see a chessboard intertwined vertically and horizontally, but I cannot see the real chess players on this board. The chess pieces are moving, following a certain inevitable trajectory, just like the hand that moves the chess is a puppet manipulated by silk threads. Therefore, I am more willing to believe that the emergence and direction of this chess game was not deliberately done by human beings, but was formed by continuous accidental accumulation. It's not that human beings deliberately go to the end, but that there is an irresistible hand of God playing with everything.

　　 Although we have not seen the notice that we are wanted, the morning paper and morning news did not spend too much time on the major homicide that occurred last night. I think this should be because the government refused to use it as a focal point in order to avoid panic, but it has already started operations in private.

　　 For the sake of safety, Fujiang and I decided to find a remote warehouse or abandoned house as a place to stay. However, we know that it is easy to do. Although I am a local, I don’t know where this ideal is possible. Locally, I don’t know how to obtain this information.

　　 Fujiang found several phone numbers for renting houses, but the other party unanimously asked for formal procedures.

　　 Seeing that the plan to find a settlement was aborted, she said angrily:

　　 "Just find a family with a bad family and control the owner."

　　 is indeed a good way, but in terms of my personal feelings, this kind of robbery is really a bad idea.

　　 Until I went to the appointment at night, I didn't find any other way, so I agreed to Fu Jiang, after the discussion with the "cyberball", I would adopt her approach.

　　 "I hope there is good news." With this expectation, I retired from the room with Tomie, and got into a taxi with Sakiya on my back. After getting off the bus halfway, I walked to the agreed place.

　　 Actually, I also understand that even if Sakiya takes away the devil in her body, she can't just return to a normal life like this, the goat union people will stare at her like a fly. This time, the house was burned down by Shirai, and it is a blessing that the parents are no longer there. Once the parents come back, they are bound to be coerced.

　　The solution to this problem is to go with the parents secretly, or to completely destroy the goat union’s stronghold in the city, and to ensure that it will not re-emerge.

　　My situation is almost the same as Sakiya, facing a very embarrassing multiple-choice question~IndoMTL.com~, but I can only accept Fujiang's reaction of "the ship arrives at the bridge head naturally straight."

　　 The agreed location was a small street that I didn't even have any impression of. In order to figure out where it was, it took a lot of time to ask.

　　Because I made preparations in advance, when I arrived at the destination, I just stepped on the end of the agreed time.

　　 That is a shop with rolling shutters. The shops in this row have been closed, and the whole street is shrouded in the dim light of dilapidated street lamps. There is no one. It is full of anxiety and horror. Quark flies out of the gloomy shadow at once, spreading and deforming on the ground. The shadow is like a monster.

　　 I repeatedly confirmed that this is the place, so I knocked on the door.

　　 Someone came over, and the sound stopped behind the door, as if a line of sight fell on me through the rolling door.

　　 "Who are you looking for?" The man asked in English, in the voice of a man.

　　 "Internet ball." I said.

　　 "Who are you?"

　　 "Quark." I said the screen name for contact.

　　 There was an unlocking sound behind the door, and then the rolling door rose, leaking bright light from the soles of the feet. The quark fell on my shoulder, and I looked back as if I felt something behind me. There was nothing, and the shadow of our group became surprisingly large under the drag of the light, covering the store door behind us all the time.

　　 I turned my head, the rolling door had risen one person high.

　　 The man who opened the door was a red-haired, blue-eyed foreigner with a cigarette in his mouth. He was dressed in a denim jacket with a pair of holsters hanging from his waist. The obvious unruly temperament made him look like those described in movies and novels. Real cowboy.

　　's vigilant gaze fell on us one by one, and then he waved and said in a very plain tone:

　　 "Come in."