Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 159: Continue
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Tomie was slapped in the face, and Sakiya stared at each other for a long while. Watch novel[''] free text update!
She suddenly lifted her tight-fitting tank top, and a clear palm print appeared on her healthy complexion under the purple light and hollow **** underwear.
Sakiya came back to her senses and ran upstairs like a rabbit tired of running. Fujiang pulled his clothes slowly, and screamed, chasing the attacker.
The sound of chasing and shouting hovered above my head, and there was no sign of stopping for a long time. After a while, the two yelled in the attic, and the ceiling banged. I can't hear it clearly, and I don't want to pay attention to it because of the ostrich mentality. Tomie's physique is many times better than Sakiya, if it is true, it would already be over, so it should be fine.
The house that Fu Jiang and I bought has been renovated and changed hands many times. It is no longer clear who the original owner was, but the previous owner said that it has probably been more than 50 years, maybe this sentence is also generation after generation. It's passed down by the owner. The shape of the house still has traces of the old time. Of course, the interior decoration and furniture are completely different from the original. However, the things that were taken away by the owners of the past dynasties were not taken away by Ranwen.com. They were all piled up in the attic. superior.
Because there are so many objects, adults have hardly organized them. If they have something they don’t need, they will put it in it. Over time, it will be used as a grocery store and passed on from generation to generation. I don't know why, it seems that no one on Ranwen Novel Network wanted to clean the room, and when the door was opened, there would be a smell of decadent dust coming over it.
The sunlight leaked from the narrow window panes, and a strong smell of time filled the attic. I inspected every dusty object, and occasionally saw something surprising in the midst of it. You turn it out, it's a doll, a photo album, or even a weird thing that you don't know what it is. When you look closely at them, you seem to be able to hear them telling the story of the old yellow calendar. As the yellowed photos are turned over one by one, the joy, sorrow and pain of the past owner flow in the heart like water.
You woke up suddenly, in a trance, you only feel that your mind is quiet, and many emotions have turned into a breeze. Therefore, you also want to leave some traces of yourself for future generations.
Perhaps it is precisely because the owners of this house are so sentimental, or that they have chosen people similar to themselves, that this loft has been preserved to this day.
For the children, this is undoubtedly the treasure chest of the legendary wizard. Just like me, I always take the time to look through it for a while to find out those things that do not know what they are for and have strange appearances. Or you can pull out the magazines and diaries of that era, while watching TV in Fu Jiang, lie in her arms and read carefully, imagining that you are possessed by the old masters of these books, and see through their eyes that they belong to them. Time.
I got up and went to help Sakiya tidy up the bedroom. After I made dinner, I went upstairs and called the two people down. I saw them coming out in front of the attic door. Sakuya's clothes were messy, her cheeks flushed, and she was panting. As soon as she saw me, she pressed her short skirt and shirt tightly. There was a familiar smell in the air, and there were faint wet spots on the inner thigh stockings.
Fujiang came up triumphantly, with her left index finger hooking a black lace-rim ng cover and swirling it, looking at the size of the model, it was obviously not her own. As I passed by, Sakiya slapped her on the buttocks with his right hand. Sakiya's face was red and bleeding, and she rushed downstairs from my side with her head buried in fire and her buttocks.
"The little girl nowadays is so bold, but it feels really good." Tomie sticks out her tongue and licks her lips deliberately. Tuck the ng cover in my hand and the banded **** in a ball into my hand, grabbed my shoulder and walked towards the stairs. Ah, I suddenly realized what the two of them did. Sakiya didn't wear anything in it just now. When I replayed the scene in my head, I couldn't help but feel dry.
When I got downstairs, I heard the splash of water in the bathroom.
During dinner, Tomie chuckled deeply at Sakuya while eating. He put his hand on my thigh as always, and deliberately used obvious gestures, no matter how many times I took it, I didn’t let it go. open. Sakuya pretended as if nothing had happened, but the roots of her ears were still red. If she was angry, she was so embarrassed that she stabbed the beef on the plate with a knife and fork, and did not dare to look up at me and Fu Jiang. I think the expression on my face must be exactly the same as Jung's, because I don't know what to say, let alone what kind of face I should put on.
The rather sumptuous reception banquet ended in this weird and silent atmosphere. I took Sakuya to see her bedroom. Tomi Jiang kept leaning against the door with a wacky smile on his face. Even if he turned his back to her, he could feel the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, and the night kills the gods. The throne of India asks the devil, proud world, the strongest of the nine times Abandoning Shao Da Zhou's imperial clan to create a god, will kill the **** of the night, God seal the throne of the gods, the strongest in the Ninth Heaven, and abandon the young clan's imperial clan to her aggressive look.
"Is it appropriate? If you need it, please feel free to speak." I said to Sakiya.
"No, nothing more... everything is fine." Sakiya said wrigglingly.
Although I felt that Sakiya was insincere, I really couldn't stay any longer, so I pushed her hood and **** into her hands. Before the air condensed from embarrassment, he hurried out of the bedroom. This evening, Sakuya kept shutting herself in the room.
Although Sakiya is next door, no, it should be said that because Sakiya is next door, Tomie has a special thrill of revenge for the demonstration. She opened the bedroom door and asked for **** to be tougher than ever. My stubborn resistance was defeated. She deliberately wore the glasses she had just bought, and made a louder sound than ever before.
At the end, it was midnight, everything was silent, the clock ticked in the silence, and the calm lake outside the window was like a smooth blue-black stone mill, connected to the night sky as a vast expanse. I was lying on the bed with my hands behind my head, staring at Fu Jiang's undulating figure in the purple mood light. She sat on the edge of the bed vigorously, wiped off the white stains on the glasses with toilet paper, and picked up the underwear on the floor. , Got up and wanted to go out.
On the corridor is only a section of the front door with faint light, and the two sides are dimly dark. The long and narrow shadow of Fujiang drags on the wall, revealing weirdness in the tranquility.
"Ajiang, where are you going?" I called her.
"Go take a bath." Tomie paused and laughed maliciously: "Then visit Sakiya, lest she can't sleep."
"...Ask you a question."
"What?"
"Do you like... lace edges?" I finally said the question.
"Like?" Tomoe turned around with one hand on his hips, with a memory-like smile on his face, "No, it's just not disgusting, it reminds me of when I was with Mae and the others..."
Ah, it turned out to be such a thing, no wonder that Fu Jiang's movements are too sophisticated, his unbridled enthusiasm and unrestrainedness, he doesn't seem like a beginner at all. I couldn't help but think about it. The different personalities of the same body, should I say that it is lace or self-defeating?
"Don't bully Sakiya, she is a good girl." I said. I don't know why, but Ranwen Novel Network didn't have any idea to stop her.
"I can't guarantee this. It's a delicious little apple." Fu Jiang's figure disappeared outside the door, leaving her voice alone, "but don't worry, I won't damage her."
Fu Jiang turned off the mood light and the door when he went out. The darkness suddenly came, and the night light became clearer, like clear well water, quietly flowing in from the French windows, faintly forming a transparent beam of light falling on the foot of the bed. It was the first time I saw such a peculiar, quiet and elegant scene, so I put on a blanket, got up and walked to the window to look at the place where the light came from. Only a piece of the sky was reddish and the light color extended to the place near the lake. , Gradually diluted to almost invisible, seemed to diffuse from the back of the house, like a lighted beacon.
Behind this house, the highest place here, the clock tower in the middle of the apartment, doesn't it look like a lighthouse? There seemed to be some shadows creeping in the darkness of the lake in the distance, and they seemed to be slowly approaching, but after a long time, the distance did not seem to change. Is it an illusion? I can’t help thinking in my mind, there are indeed townspeople and tourists fishing in that Pinghu Lake on weekdays, but who will set sail at night?
I opened the window slightly, and the night breeze came through the gap, and the wind chimes hanging by the window rang. I suddenly felt a little cold, and as soon as I closed the window, a drowsy sensation came to my heart.
This drowsiness came too suddenly, my eyelids became heavier, the world revolved like drunk, and finally I only felt myself falling on the bed, and my consciousness fell into the dark abyss.
"Seven six five four three two one, see how I catch you;
Find the east and look to the west, hide the cat there;
Wooden people, wood people, come to the center;
The offender will disappear, and the moving out will be discarded. "
The familiar nursery rhymes and the girl's silver bell-like laughter kept ringing behind me, and whenever I turned around, it still sounded behind me. I finally saw that figure, trying to catch her, when I stretched out my hand, the darkness in front of me suddenly split, the flat ceiling greeted my eyes, the thunderstorm outside the window, and the window trembling in the wind.
I found that I was not standing or lying down, but sitting on the ground. The center of a tiled pattern was also extending my right hand. My heart thumped and thumped, it was a nightmare. As far as the content of the dream is concerned, there is nothing scary about Ranwen Novel. However, the feeling of depression and weirdness has always remained in my heart.
No, I suddenly woke up. Isn’t the current scenery surrounding you the church-like hall in your dream? In other words, I didn't wake up without Ranwen Novel. In other words, I officially entered the dreamland. However, there is no hazy dreaming of Ranwen.com. All the senses are working. It can smell the rain and the shining thunder is extremely real. I squeezed the back of my hand hard, the pain was so clear.
Is this an extremely lifelike dream, or is my soul returning to the mental hospital ten years ago? Why does this happen? why me? Is there anyone else here?
Countless doubts lingered in my mind. I got up and searched around, trying to find something different from the last time I came. There are still only statues of himself and the Virgin Mary in this hall. The silence and emptiness gave me an illusion. My soul seemed to float up, overlooking the entire church hall and myself as small as an ant.
The generous front door was still chained and couldn't be opened, but soon I noticed that one corner was a bit familiar. As I walked over, I wondered where I had seen it.
I put my hand in my pocket. Ah, I realized that I wasn't naked. I wore the clothes I used during the day intact, and the bridge of my nose was also wearing glasses that I had just bought. There seemed to be something in my pocket. I took it out and took a look. It was a crumpled photo.
The woman with stern and elegant temperament sat on a black high chair, looking rigid and polite, without a smile on her face, her indifferent and arrogant gaze seemed to be cast into my face.
I remember, her name was Irene, she was from this mental hospital, but she didn't know whether it was a staff member or a patient. In the afternoon, her son left this photo in the optical shop. The owner of the optical shop said that she had died ten years ago.
Look carefully, the yellowed photos are indeed imprinted with the traces of time...
Not right
Why are the photos here? I remember being taken back by the owner of the optical shop. Moreover, the photo at that time is obviously new, and there should be other people beside Irene, who is Zhang He.
But what I have at this time is an old single-person photo.
I turned over the photo, and there is a line of swashes behind the photo:
Who can see the true self? That is an abominable demon. -Irene @玛尔琼斯, 1983.
This woman is in the corner of the room, and behind her is a window, which is where I stand now.
In the photo, you can vaguely see branches and walls outside the window. I raised my head and looked out the window, a thin and pale cheek, a face with a deep contour reflected in the thunder light on the glass window, very clear.
I took two steps back in horror and blinked, but I couldn't see anything. Only the scenery similar to the photo was left, except that the branches and leaves were skewed by the storm.
I stepped forward cautiously and stared at the glass window. It was my face. Was it an illusion just now?
"Anyone?" Although I didn't think anyone would answer, I shouted.
No one really responded.
I tried to open the window, but the window seemed to be completely glued, and it didn't move.
Sure enough, I can only enter inside. I cast my eyes to the entrances on both sides of the statue of the Virgin Mary. This time, the girl no longer appeared behind the door. Obviously all the windows were closed tightly, but the candlelight at the feet of the statue of the Virgin swayed like it was blown by the wind and went out neatly.
As at that time, the silent darkness shrouded the hall again, as if there was a will urging me to move forward.
I enter the entrance on the left, climb the steps, and enter the hospital again. The white walls and ground are particularly dazzling under the bright light. I did not move because of a voice in my heart telling me that in a few seconds, these incandescent lamps will be damaged.
Sure enough, the sizzle of the electric current at the incandescent lamp became louder and louder, and then it was cut off by an invisible big hand, and the place where you could see was dim. Only less than half of the incandescent lamp was on, not as good as before. So bright, like an old man dying.
When I wanted to turn right to see a place I hadn't been to last time, there was a slight babble right in front of me. I followed the prestige vigilantly, and saw that the door of room 107 that I entered last time opened by itself. But there are indeed no people on that corridor, maybe in the room?
"Who is there?" I yelled.
There was no response from Ranwen Novel. The open door seemed to invite me in. I was surprised and hesitated. I did not forget the last time I entered the room. The pain and horror of being overwhelmed by insects, gnawed, and burned seemed to be deeply imprinted on my heart.
I glanced at the photo in my hand, tucked it back into my pocket, and summoned the quark.
The quark fell on my shoulder. I tried to use "circle", but the sensation of closing my eyes within the radius disappeared.
I finally admitted that in this place, I don’t have the weapons of Ranwen.com, and can’t use talents and superpowers. Except for the magic quark, there is not much difference between Ranwen.com and ordinary people.
Usually, I always warn myself not to forget the thoughts of ordinary people. If you don’t put yourself in the thinking, then you will truly become a monster. However, at this moment, losing my strength made me realize that I was completely different from ordinary people. Although there will still be pain, fear, and sorrow, the calmness and coldness hidden underneath is really like a monster.
My emotional line seems to be divided into two, one turbulent ups and downs, and the other is always a straight line.
I didn't have the footsteps of Ranwen.com. I walked to the door and looked inside. A girl was lying on the ground and drawing with red crayons.
The shadow under my feet stretched to her body, covering the painting and covering her face. When the girl raised her head feelingly, I couldn't even see what the face hidden in the shadow looked like.
"Good evening." She spoke first, not afraid of fear at all, her milky voice was like sticking to glutinous rice. Probably not ten years old, right?
"Good evening." I walked into the room without Ranwen.com, separated the border of light and shadow, and asked: "Where is this place?"
"Mental hospital." She said, lowering her head and continuing to draw.
"Are you a patient here?"
"No~IndoMTL.com~ She said, "This is my home. "
"Home?" She meant that she was an ordinary person living in this mental hospital? "Your family is a patient?"
"No." She said, "I don't have any relatives."
I still don't understand her identity, but although the way she appears is a little weird, she should be a human and not a ghost. She has a shadow.
"Where are the others here?" I asked the biggest confusion in my heart.
"They are all hiding, locked up, or they will be eaten." The girl replied.
"Eat it?" I was a little surprised. Whether it was hiding or locked up, it sounded normal. After all, it was a mental hospital, but it was eaten... and she seemed to mean, including patients and work. This is happening to all personnel.
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