Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 152: Starting

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The meeting was temporarily disbanded, but most people did not leave. Dada asked who wanted coffee, and then went to the corner where the coffee machine was left. Everyone can tell that she didn't do this with a certain strong purpose. This gentle way of getting along is not to force herself, deliberately, and everyone is full of affection for her. Pan and Bajing walked a few steps up to help her.

No one next to the magician played a trick with ready-made paper and pen, and immediately attracted the attention of the men who were free. Locke looked at us and wanted to call me and Fu Jiang over. But Sakiya called me over first.

"Achuan, here." She waved to me with the metal box, and walked to another corner with no one.

I shrugged apologetically to Locke and the others.

"A Jiang, go and see." I whispered to Fu Jiang.

Tomie gave me a kiss understandingly, so I walked over to Sakiya. His eyes fell on the metal box, and he couldn't help feeling a little excited.

"Is this a finished product? I thought it would take more time."

"Prophet Mayne felt that this operation needed it, so he accelerated the training." Sakiya said.

Despite all the hardships, Sakiya is still the same. She is shoulder-length short, with glasses, and her expression is somewhat introverted, but full of youthful vitality. She tied the strands on the left with a butterfly clip. The black silk stockings, short skirts and gowns looked fresh and concise, but they were all brand-name goods, and she knew she was a young lady at first glance. Although he tried his best to dress up like a mature girl, and deliberately did not buckle the top two buttons on the gown, highlighting the depth of the curve, but still inevitably reveal the unique youthfulness of this age.

After the collapse of the Advent Circuit plan was completed, the Prophet Mayne expelled the demon in Sakiya as scheduled, and consulted my opinion, and merged the demon that can control the shadow and the crow quark into my envoy.

Manipulating a servitor is a privilege that can only be possessed by a three-level magic-weave messenger, but not every three-level magic-weave messenger can have a servitor. To a certain extent, the enchantress is a variant of the devil, weakening some of its power, but allowing the host to gain control. There is a great chance of failure in the craftsmanship of making envoys.

My luck is very good. In other words, the compatibility of quarks and demons is strong enough. I don't know if it is born like this, or because of taking a lot of graystone, maybe it has both. In short, after it merged with the devil, it passed the initial rejection very smoothly. Although everyone is amazed, I can't help but feel relieved whenever I think that it always likes to peck at the eyeballs.

I have seen the power of the servant in Dorothy. Her servant who can turn into countless locusts uses the corpses of the firefighters as nourishment before hatching. Although my servitor uses different training methods, it still takes time. Prophet Mayne said at first that it would take three months, but he didn't expect it to be completed now, and asked Sakiya to deliver it.

However, I did not say "Thank you" to Sakuya. After all, we have gone through so many things together. It is an indisputable acquaintance of life and death.

Sakuya enters the password to unlock the metal box. Only a sound of "chicks" was heard, white gas was vented from the four corners below, and the lid of the box was slowly lifted up, revealing the white liner inside and the crow lying in the middle.

After the gas was exhausted, the box was still full of ice-cold breath, and as soon as he reached in, he got goose bumps. I stroked the quark's black feather. It looked no different from the original one, but it felt like it had touched a thick black liquid. It seemed that with a little effort, my fingers would sink in.

I can't feel its breathing and heartbeat, and there is no sign of being alive. It's like another peculiar thing disguised as a crow.

After a while, Quark's eyes moved, and my fingers lost most of the pressure. I grabbed a hollow, and my entire palm was inserted into the black body.

There is no Ranwen Novel Network, no blood of Ranwen Novel Network, no internal organs of Ranwen Novel Network, no bones of Ranwen Novel Network, just like fishing in the water, nothing can be captured.

Quark's eyes opened suddenly, wandering flexibly and sharply a few times, and finally landed on my face. I was taken aback. Before I could take my hand out of its body, it had already flapped its wings, passed through my palm, and landed on my shoulder.

It tilted its head, its black and white eyes looked so deep that it couldn't see anything. It pecked my cheek lightly, and it was able to feel it.

It doesn't hurt, it's just tingling, I can't help laughing.

"Does quark still have something to eat?" I asked Sakuya, and Ms. Mayne must have told her about the matter.

"As long as it likes it, eat everything." Sakuya also giggled, and carefully stretched out her finger to poke Quark's neck. Quark didn't stop it, but jumped from my shoulder to hers. On the fingers, it looks quite intimate.

"But let's feed the graystone." Sakiya said, taking out a graystone from his pocket and putting it into his mouth. "Quark is much cuter than before."

"Where did this crow come from?" The voice came from behind, and as soon as I turned around, I saw Locke walking towards this side. Not only him, but his loud voice attracted the attention of others.

The quarks flew back to my shoulders again, staring at them steadily, combing their feathers with their beaks from time to time. Although it seems to have returned to the posture of an ordinary bird, once it touches it, it will have a different feeling. Its feathers and **** are not unusual things.

"This is your pet?" Bach walked up curiously, bent over and stared at Quark, hesitating whether to reach out to touch it, she asked: "You can't peck people?"

"It likes eating people's eyeballs the most." Fujiang replied. Although this is the case, she was scared at all. "After Achuan and I killed people, the eyeballs belonged to him."

"Really?" Bach seemed to think that Fu Jiang's statement was a bit exaggerated. Although he was still a little worried, he could boldly touch the quark. As a result, before he touched the quark, Fu Jiang suddenly yelled, and the quark flapped its wings fiercely. Bach suddenly shrank his hands like an electric shock. The horrible appearance, coupled with the excessive movement, caused the glasses to be crooked.

Of course, Quark did not peck at it, and the audience burst into laughter.

"Hey, man, you're so timid, it wouldn't be so bad to be pecked." Locke stepped forward and patted Bach on the shoulder and said, "Look at me."

Locke and Bach leaned over to look at Quark as they did before, and said in a demonstration: "Brother Bird, I am different from that guy. You can't scare me."

After that, he stretched out his hand with an expression of disapproval. When he was about to touch the quark, the quark flapped his wings again and jumped up and pecked at the back of Locke's hand.

Locke was caught off guard, and with a "Oh" he retracted his hand, and suddenly there was another burst of laughter.

"Do you know? There is a famous saying: When you are in pain, you have to see many people who are more miserable than you, so you can open your heart and accept what you have encountered... "Bach deliberately chattered beside Locke.

"Shut up, Bach, I'm not miserable for you." Locke said angrily.

Dada held a coffee cup in one hand and fist in the other. He pressed it in front of his mouth and gave a light puff.

"Sir, did you get your code name Crow from it?" she asked me.

"Yes." I said, "Do you want to touch it? Actually, it's not that scary."

Dada felt that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he couldn't help but shrugged, bent down and looked into Quark's eyes with a gentle smile, and stretched his hand over.

In full view, she successfully came into contact with quark. Quark reversed his previous attitude and looked very supple, even rubbing his head against her palm. Perhaps perceiving the touch that is different from the rest, a surprised expression appeared on Dada's face.

"This is..."

"Secret." I said.

"Cute little guy." Dada stared at Quark and said, "What's your name?"

"Quark." I replied for it.

Locke complained at this time: "This is not fair, it must be a male. Isn't it? Bach, males will repel each other of the same sex."

"In theory..."

"Fuck your theory." Locke said, "I think that's the way it is."

"No, listen to me, Locke." Bach stared at Locke.

"What?"

"It is female."

Locke was dumb immediately, with a squashed expression, and his suspicious eyes turned back and forth between Bach and Quark.

"Is it female?"

"Yes." Fu Jiang vowed to intervene: "It is a **** bird, and it has a lover, and only likes the same **** and Achuan."

As soon as she finished speaking, Pan, the shepherd dog and the magician immediately squirted coffee out of their mouths.

Pan looked bitterly at the ground that he had soiled, and then glanced at Fu Jiang, who had nothing to do with it.

"It's unbearable." She muttered.

Bach was about to take up the topic and use a theory to explain the bombing of our brain nerves, and there was a knock on the door first.

Jung stood by the door holding a pile of folders.

"Did I miss something?" he asked as he walked in.

"The crow of the crow..." Before Bach finished speaking, he was interrupted by Locke.

"No, there is no Ranwen.com." No more joking expression on Ranwen's face, Locke pushed Bach's shoulder and walked towards the conference table first.

"Serious guy." Tomoe chuckled in my ear.

Jung's appearance suddenly made the atmosphere serious and quiet. Everyone sat in their respective positions. Jung put the folders in his hand in front of them one by one, and then went to the stage to turn on the slide projector.

"Does everyone know the main job of our new team?" Jung asked, but he didn't have any meaning to answer. He said lightly: "It doesn't matter if I don't know, I'm already It’s clearly stated in the information in your hands. I’m going to talk about it here. The organization got a diary not long ago. This diary was written by a mental patient ten years ago, but we suspect that the mental patient is a prophet. ."

"Ten years ago? If he were a prophet, wouldn't he be the first prophet in the world?" Bach asked.

"Perhaps. But this is just a suspicion. We need more evidence." Jung said, "The diary was completed in this small town. The author was a child of a wealthy family at the time. A mental hospital for convalescence."

"Mental hospital? Is it a cadre training place for the truth of the end?" Pan asked.

"After preliminary investigation, it is unlikely that it is the truth of the end." Jung said: "However, based on the fragments described in the diary, it can be guessed that something happened in the mental hospital. However, the hospital suffered soon after In a big fire, many people died, and there was little information left. Now the old hospital site has been converted into apartments."

"It doesn't sound very good. So, what exactly are we going to do?" the magician asked.

"Find out if the author of the diary is a prophet, and if so, what happened in the mental hospital at that time." Jung said in a calm tone: "The important thing is who it is and what means to do it. What are the things? Everyone knows that if it is an event cited by the prophet, then abnormal phenomena will definitely occur. Even if these effects are temporarily invisible, it does not mean that there is no. Especially the first prophet, the worst estimate is here The anomaly has been deliberately covered up, and it has accumulated ten years of strength. Once it explodes, it will be a disaster."

"Ten years...this time is too long. If there is a first prophet, I doubt that no one will notice the anomaly here. There are no reports of strange things in these materials." Locke Put the folder together and throw it on the table, "You noticed that there is no Ranwen Novel Network. The atmosphere here is normal. This is not right. How did they cover up that power? The disastrous power is in the accumulation stage. It is impossible that there is no sign of Ranwen Novel. Someone must know something. Doomsday Truth is very sensitive to abnormal conditions. I don’t believe they have no actions on Ranwen Novel."

"Yes, so we have to move quickly, but we shouldn't be too ostentatious to prevent panic." Jung moved the slide. Three busts, two middle-aged, and an old man appeared on the screen. "The sergeant of this town is called Engels, a native, 46 years old, and he was a police detective ten years ago. He was the first to sound the alarm when a fire broke out in a mental hospital. His mother was in that mental hospital. Another one The middle-aged man is named Sent, thirty-eight years old, and is now the property owner of the apartment. The old man is also named Sent, the father of little Sent, and the last dean of the mental hospital."

"Can this be regarded as a child's inheritance from his father's business?" The shepherd dog suddenly laughed, "If something strange happens, it may be suppressed by little Stern. When was the apartment built? Missing and homicide?"

"The apartment opened for business five years ago. There were indeed some cases reported, but they were all closed as ordinary cases." Jung said: "So, we must review the cases at the time, including the fire ten years ago. , To see if it is an ordinary case, or there are natural forces at work."

"I'm really busy now." Bach sighed with his hands behind his head.

"Sir." Locke said.

"Just call me Jung."

"Okay, Jung, you said there was a diary..."

"The diary is with the crow." Jung said, looking at me.

I threw the diary in the middle of the table.

"I have researched it. I have a little idea being verified. I will give you a report, but I need Bach's help." I looked at Bach wearing glasses, "Bach, you can search the national archives database of each country Right? The guys mentioned in this diary are too scattered."

"It's not a big problem, it just takes time." Bach replied affirmatively.

"Then, Bach, you will be in charge of the crow when nothing is wrong," Jung said.

"Understand."

"Also, this diary is not complete. The mentally ill child wrote more important things elsewhere. It may also be a diary, or a draft of several chapters." Fu Jiang said, "He is a smart boy, you want Think about how adolescent children hide pornographic books."

Everyone laughed silently, and many people looked around me.

"Try to figure out where the kid used to stay." Fu Jiang said: "If the apartment really hides something, then there must be a secret room, and you should be as familiar with the apartment as possible."

Everyone nodded, expressing their understanding.

Jung looked at the eight sceneries that had been silent. She was the prophet of the team.

"Eight Sceneries, is there anything else I want to add?"

"...Pay attention to the people around the sheriff." Hachijing paused, and said uncertainly.

"That's it?" Jung asked.

"Yes, that's it." This time, Bajing's tone became affirmative.

The conversation between the two might seem inexplicable if they are replaced by ordinary people, but we all know that the prophet can always get some additional information. Although Jung did not remind us from Ranwen Novel.com, everyone here knows that once we start to act, even before we act, once the prophets of the doomsday truth pay attention to this matter~ IndoMTL.com~ they will definitely be able to receive more than the eight sceneries. Information.

The competition between cyberball and doomsday truth is not equal in terms of intelligence. This is the reason why the truth of the end is so powerful.

The information obtained by the Eight Views is indeed not much, but it will not increase if it is changed to the Prophet Mayne himself. The priority of the prophet is equal in some respects, and will not change due to will and physique, and it will play a decisive role. It's in the camp. This is the so-called divine restriction. In addition, the information available to each prophet is one-sided, and different prophets obtain information from different angles on the same thing, which reflects the uniqueness of the prophet.

The Prophet Mayne said that so far, she has never seen an omniscient prophet. However, considering that the closer to the end, the greater the number of prophets, and the more information each prophet receives, which disperses such speculation. Is the first prophet the only omniscient spokesperson of God? This is one of the reasons why our action is necessary.

Whether it is the cyberball, the Doomsday Truth, and the Black Nest, there has been an idea that is to kill the redundant prophets, thereby controlling the integration of intelligence. However, there is no such thing as a fanciful implementation by Ranwen.com, because the prophet is too important. Regardless of whether the guess is correct or not, such an approach will lead to the outflow of the prophet, leading to irreparable lack of intelligence. However, on the other hand, killing the prophet of a hostile organization is an act of tacit consent.