Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 125: Weird

Half of Mae's face was left with blood stains like tears, and I know that my face must be the same. It seems that at this moment, I really became her twin.

I can’t ask her why she did this. From her gaze, I saw her satisfaction. It seems that the act of exchanging eyeballs is as sacred as exchanging wedding rings. I think I will never understand what Zhenjiang is thinking. Even if she opens her inner world to me, I cannot find out all the factors that led to her behavior from the chaotic storm.

I am not a psychologist.

However, even though Mae did such cruel and strange things to me, I cannot blame her. Because of this, it makes me clearly understand that I really love her and love her so much.

I hold my left eye with my hand, and feel the martial universe, the holy king made the god, the king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne, asks the devil, the world, the strongest abandonment, the Zhou royal family, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne, asks the devil, the world, the nine heaven The strongest abandoning the Shao-Da-Zhou imperial family to martial the universe will kill the night god, God seal the throne to seek the devil, and the Nine Heavens, the strongest abandon the Shao Da Zhou royal family to create the gods, the night kill the god, the seal, the throne, and the Ninth-Heaven, the strongest abandon the Shao Da Zhou royal family It is not entirely his own life leaping. Zhenjiang is here, Fujiang is here, Zuojiang is here, and more... are here.

Mae bent down, hugged my head tightly in his arms, blew out the kerosene lamp, and gently hummed a vague song, like a mother coaxing a child to sleep.

We stopped doing *, embraced each other, and fell into the tranquility of the night.

I couldn't fall asleep, my brain was blocked, and I couldn't think, so I gave up thinking and didn't think about anything, but my mood calmed down. Mae really seemed to have fallen asleep, and his breathing became weak.

After a while, someone knocked on the door of the room.

"It's me, Billy. Come out when you're done." Billy said outside the door.

I got out of Zhenjiang's arms, this time there was no change. I got out of bed gently to avoid waking Mae, wiped the blood from my face with the sheet, and then went to open the door.

Billy was standing in the hallway. I didn't let him come in. After going out, I closed the door.

Billy's eyes fell into the room as the door opened and closed, but of course he couldn't see anything, so he turned back to me.

He looked at me with a pointed look.

"It's really intense."

"Yeah, I almost can't bear it." I said.

Billy narrowed his mouth, showing an expression of difficulty.

"What?" I asked him what he wanted to say.

"Although this kind of thing is not forbidden, but this kind of time is too intense and the impact is not good."

I stared at him, and he coughed awkwardly.

"After all, there are children here." The child naturally refers to Dorothy.

"I see, I will pay attention next time." I replied.

Billy slapped haha, patted me on the shoulder, trying to say something, but swallowed it back in his stomach.

"Follow me to replenish supplies." He changed his words: "I have ammunition and greystone."

I nodded, and Billy glanced at the door, then set his eyes on me. I knew what he wanted to ask, and shrugged and replied: "She is asleep."

"Well, it's really intense." He seemed to understand something, nodding his head, leading the way, and saying: "I can't see that you're pretty good, crow."

I just barely smiled. If he knew what kind of torment I was experiencing, he wouldn't use this? Enviable tone. Have you ever had a mental illness that is a natural disease? If there is no Ranwen Novel Network, then what happened to Zhenjiang? I once heard that people with outstanding talents in thinking are prone to get mental illness, but if it extends to all patients, this proportion of the argument has become nonsense. In fact, mental illness is mostly a burden of the past. The result of aging or body aging.

I don't know Mae's past. I thought I wouldn't care about it, but this thought has changed. I also don't want to force Zhenjiang to tell me, I don't want to let her go back to the terrible past that may exist, and she is probably unable to tell the truth in her current state.

If you want to understand Mae's past, you must go to the lunatic asylum where she once stayed.

I followed Bili down to the first floor. The group of people sitting outside the corridor was still talking softly. When we approached, they stopped talking and looked over. Perhaps it was because of my guilty conscience. I always felt that the gaze that fell on me was hiding something different. One of them stood up, an Asian woman, wearing a field cap, and if she didn't look carefully, she looked like a Fangou army of the Goat Union.

She took off her hat, revealing her sharp facial features, and Billy said, "Just two people?"

"Two people, three for three." Billy replied.

The female soldier said nothing, turned and led the way. I asked Billy softly about her identity, but she heard it.

"You can call me a knife."

It's really a masculine nickname.

The knife led us out of the back door of the courtyard. There was a yellow mud road outside the exit. There were many vehicles parked here. Obviously, those who came first stopped their cars here. There is a large bamboo forest outside the road, and the black ground is swaying in the wind with a rustling sound.

There are also people taking care of them here. They are not hidden by Ranwen.com, some are sitting in the car, and some are sitting on the roof of the car. Some cars have heavy weapons such as crane guns and grenade barrels on the roof of the car. Those people leaned aside and smoked without being irritable at all, waiting quietly for the time to come.

When they saw us walking by, they just glanced at them, and went on their own affairs, and didn't plan to come up and talk.

We came to a military truck surrounded by the middle, opened the back cabinet door with a knife, and pulled down the iron ladder to greet us to get on the truck.

Turn on the flashlight with a knife and glanced around. There are many containers listed in the car, some of which have obviously been turned on. She carefully checked the code on the front of the box, and then pulled a box from it. The box is one cubic meter full and should be very heavy, but although Zudao is a female, her body has been strengthened, so it doesn't seem to be struggling at all.

"Look at what else is needed, tell me, and I will help you find it." said the knife.

Billy took the tool to pry open the wooden strips above the box, I squatted down and looked at the supplies in the box with the help of the light shining from above with the knife. It was full of bullets and grenades. Although there is no manual for Ranwen.com, it should be the ammunition suitable for the firearms in our hands depending on the shape. Billy took out one, leaned in front of him, took a closer look, then opened the cartridge case, poured the projectile into his hand and sniffed it. I don't understand these things, I just watched them.

"No problem, where is the greystone?" he said to the knife.

The knife went aside, fiddled in another box, took out a bag, and threw it into Billy's hands.

"One hundred," she said.

I can’t help but think of the goats’ chasers that were killed in the secret base and on the road before. Unfortunately, until we left, those corpses didn’t turn into zombies, and the only three-level magic pattern messenger was bones. Nothing exists, otherwise the graystone in our hands will not be so tight.

Billy opened the mouth of the bag and roughly counted it. I also took a look at it. They were all of the lowest quality. After confirming, he stuffed his pocket and beckoned me to move the box out.

"These ammunition are for you." He said.

Only my weapon needs so much ammunition at once.

Billy took me to the top of the stairs, took thirty gray stones from the bag, threw the bag on the container, and asked Mae and me to rest well and say goodbye to me.

"Don't both of you sleep to death, it will happen at any time."

I expressed my understanding and carried the container upstairs by myself. 6 Continued, three people walked down, and kept looking at me until they passed me by, seeing that they were not going to talk, so I just nodded in good faith, and did not stop.

When he returned to the room, it was unexpectedly discovered that Zhenjiang had already woken up, sitting on the bedside by the window, focusing on what he was doing. It may be weird to say that, but her hands are indeed empty, but her hands move back and forth according to a certain pattern as if they were holding something.

She has obviously calmed down, but when she thinks of the craziness before, she feels that the turn has become too abrupt and calmly too indifferent.

The kerosene lamp was lit, and in the dim light, the woman stared at something I couldn't see, quietly doing things I didn't understand, the lonely shadow on the wall was a bit creepy.

I put the box next to the bed and sat down beside her, as if she hadn't noticed it. Just like that, I watched it quietly for a while, and finally saw that my brow nodded.

"What are you doing?" I said.

Mae didn't stop the action in his hands by Ranwen.com, nor did Ranwen.com watch me.

"I'm tying a scarf for you. It will be very cold in winter," she said.

I don't know how to answer her. I have mixed feelings in my heart, and a string is trembling violently, and I almost shed tears. I squeezed my hands and closed my mouth tightly, not letting myself choke in a cowardly.

I grabbed her hand, she didn’t struggle, she just turned her head to look at me, I tried to see something from the dark eyes, but all emotions were buried there, only a dead silence and silence .

"Why are you crying? Achuan."

"I didn't cry." I said.

"I almost finished it." She said seriously.

"I know, I know." I held her hand tightly, let go for a while, and smiled at her, "I love you, A Jiang."

"I know." After she finished speaking, she was immersed in her own world again.

I took a deep breath, lifted the suitcase to the side of the container, and started loading ammunition. The fear caused by the silence, darkness and weirdness gradually disappeared. From time to time, I glanced at Zhenjiang who was sitting by the bed, and there was a warm feeling permeating the surroundings.

I divided the gray stone into two parts, took 30 pieces by myself, and put the remaining 40 pieces into Mae's hands along with the bag. Zhenjiang woke up from that illusory world, slowly opened the bag, and then took out another bag from his body like magic, and poured the contents of both bags on the bed.

They are all graystones, there are almost 300 in number, and not all of them are the lowest grade graystones. I was so surprised.

"I found it in the base." she said.

I just remembered that at the base, Fu Jiang went to other passages alone when the battle was stopped.

Mae is like a child looking for shells on the beach. He picks up one, throws it down when he doesn’t see it, and puts what he sees by his side, and so and so, carefully select the gray stone he likes Base into a weird look. I gathered up what she didn't want and put it back in the bag, feeling calmer than ever.

She put the last greystone in her pocket. I thought it was what she wanted, but she handed it over.

"Achuan."

"For me?"

She nodded.

"Don't you like it?"

"I like it, so here you are." she said.

I was in my throat suddenly, her heart is so sincere and pure, maybe her way of expression is sometimes cruel and fierce, but it is not out of malice. I can't help feeling ashamed of the fear I had when I faced her before. Fortunately, there is always a force in my heart to support me and let me understand her, otherwise I will definitely regret it.

Mae is a severely mentally ill patient, this is her most essential personality. After being exposed to the truth, especially her fierce behavior, I still had lingering fears afterwards, and I was hesitant about how to get along with her.

However, now I have made up my mind. No matter what behavior she will do to hurt me in the future, don't blame her, because it is not her intention to hurt me. I must understand that I am not only her boyfriend, but also her only relative in the future.

I took the bag full of limestone and carefully stuffed it into my pocket. To survive the foreseeable dangers in the future, these graystones are the most important materials. Only by using these graystones can you make your foundation stronger and stronger.

Capability is the limit of a certain ability of the body, and it cannot exceed the limit that the body can withstand, but on the other hand, the stronger the body, the stronger the ability.

Although ability is the power of common sense, after being promoted to C-rank, I have gradually realized that its power comes from magic lines. After absorbing graystone, part of the graystone energy is used to strengthen the body, and part of it is stored in the magic pattern. When using the ability, the power stored in the magic pattern will be used.

Abilities, like magic patterns, are not part of human beings themselves. Although this idea is disturbing, in the face of the increasingly turbulent situation in the future, we have no other choice.

Mae took the other greystone bag back on her body. He didn’t have the illusion of playing the scarf. Instead, he pulled his leg into the corner of the bed, bit his thumb and nail, and didn’t know what he was thinking. Looks melancholy and gloomy.

I habitually touched my left eye. Although the new eyeball didn't have any rejection reaction, and the use was no different from before, but occasionally a sense of violation would arise.

"A Jiang, what is your ability?" I asked again. She can transplant eyeballs, but that should only be part of the performance of the ability.

She didn't answer from Ranwen Novel.com, her expression was a little dazed. I called her a few more times, but she didn't hear it at all. I don't know how many types of her psychotic symptoms are and how severe they are. The only thing I know is split personality. I tried to dig out the memory of split personality in my mind. Since I learned that Fujiang and Zuojiang are both sub-personalities, I have searched for relevant information in private.

Split personality is also called dissociation disorder. It is said that each personality has its own name, memory, traits and behavior. This is undoubtedly evident in Zuo Jiang and Fu Jiang.

Under normal circumstances, the original personality does not know the existence of another personality, and the newly emerged personality has a considerable understanding of the original personality. However, the personality memories in Zhenjiang seem to be shared, and the personalities know each other very well.

There are roughly six obvious characteristics of patients with schizophrenia:

A state of trance and hazy consciousness.

Slow perception, reduced movement, and sluggishness.

Apathy and depression.

Sleep disorders, similar to dementia-like manifestations.

Symptoms of autonomic nervous system: palpitations, sweating, flushing.

There is a mild self-harm and world-weariness. It seems to look at things with a very mature mentality, but in fact, I don’t know anything.

Some of these signs have not been shown by Ranwen.com, but some have become very strong.

I don't understand why Zhenjiang will replace Fujiang at this time. In this constantly changing state, can she cope with the next war? Although Zuo Jiang said that Zhenjiang and Fujiang are the two most powerful personalities, but I only feel worried at this time. Would it be better to let her stay?

At this moment, Zhenjiang suddenly laughed. I cast my gaze on her, she shook her body back and forth gently, not knowing what she thought of and laughed. After a while, her laughter was like walking down a spiral staircase, becoming more and more gloomy, her body stopped shaking, and her indifferent expression became colder and sharper.

"Ajiang, Ajiang!" I felt uneasy, so I shook her shoulder vigorously.

She raised her head suddenly, almost startling me.

"What did you just say? A Chuan." Once again, the eerie sense of evil oozing from the depths of those black eyes, the original Mae returned.

She acted sensibly and attentively, but I don’t even know if she’s really sensible at this time.

"What did you say?" She repeated it again.

I tried to switch to guesses about her symptoms.

"Your state...seems a little bad."

"No, I'm fine, don't worry, Achuan." She stroked my cheek and stared at my left eye intently, "I will protect you."

"The next battle is too dangerous..."

"Do you think I will die? No, I won't die." She seemed to see through my mind, leaned to my ear, and gently said to me: "Let me tell you a secret, I It will neither grow old nor die."

Why?

She didn't answer from Ranwen Novel Network~IndoMTL.com~ The door was knocked again.

"It's me, Billy, I got together downstairs."

Following his words, there were dense footsteps in the corridor.

"It's finally started. It's really exciting." Mae bit my ear and said, then let me go and blew out the kerosene lamp.

I hurriedly tidied the instrument, lifted the suitcase, and looked back at Zhenjiang.

She stood by the window with her head slightly lowered, and when she lifted the chainsaw, the hazy shadow shook like a demon. With drooping bangs, she could only see the bright eyes and the body tightly wrapped in black clothes. Out gloomy and ominous.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Billy's gaze crossed my shoulder and landed in the room with an expression of seeing a ghost.

"Sweet night." Mae's voice beating.