Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 160: Spiral

160 spiral

"What was eaten by what?" I asked quickly. Watch novel[''] free text update!

"Monster." The girl raised her head, her hair drooping to cover her face, her eyes flickered a little strangely, she looked like a little madman, her eyes fell on the quark standing on my shoulder and turned to me. , Asked: "Don't you hide?"

"I'm new here." I calmly tested, "I don't know where to hide, can you tell me? Let's hide together."

"No." The girl shook her head resolutely, "It's coming, I'm leaving."

Said Shakaijiao and rushed out of the door. It seemed that the speed was not fast, but I couldn't stop her, and couldn't catch up. I could only watch her run to the end of the corridor and turn into the corner. As a last resort, I could only return my attention to the room, and I walked in and looked at the pictures on the ground with the faint light of the corridor.

It was a vortex drawn with red crayon. It seemed to be a casual graffiti without the meaning of Ranwen.com, but after staring for a long time, there was an illusion of rotation.

I know this place is very strange, so I can never judge it by common sense. There is a pattern in all the grotesque books I have read. The stranger the environment, the clues brought by the strange words and deeds are not It would be meaningless. Breaking through the appearance and pursuing its essence, all anomalies refract a certain deep consciousness. Regardless of whether this mental hospital is real or just a false fantasy, its foundation is the will of mankind, and the books written by people, no matter how strange, are based on the will of mankind.

Therefore, there is no need to doubt, no need to be afraid. I told myself that no matter how strange and terrifying my opponent is, he still cannot escape the human category. Even the **** who promoted the end of the world could not directly cause volcanoes, earthquakes, and tsunami to engulf the continent overnight. It still has to use human will and wrist to let us eat its own fruits.

All these weird and seemingly unreasonable things are nothing but the skin of human beings' cruelty and evil, and their tricks have long been exposed in human books so far.

This is a mental hospital, a place built by mankind. In this state of affairs, there is no escape from the category of "mental and psychological". Inferring according to the theory of mind refraction, this red vortex and the graffiti on door 107 must all represent a certain psychology of a certain person, maybe even that girl is an external manifestation of subconsciousness.

The question is, whose will are these? Maybe a person, maybe a group of people. However, it is obvious that no matter what kind it is, it points to the fire in the mental hospital that year, and the insiders of the fire that I was looking for were here.

Man-eating monsters may be a kind of meaning, a subconscious evolution, but they may also be real people. Cannibalism is not unusual in terms of physical and psychological symptoms, and it can also be explained as a kind of cold blood. The predatory behavior is like people who are too greedy for money will be scolded as vampires. There was a cannibal in the mental hospital? Or was there a kind of "cannibalism" in mental hospitals?

Is the girl a victim?

I walked to the bed and lifted the mat. The bugs were not there. The door was opened, does it mean they escaped? I also thought of the patterns on the abdomen of insects that looked like human faces. According to the previous theory, these insects were also transformed by human consciousness. The form of this insect, the swarming behavior, and the intense burning pain after it hits the body, may be a kind of fear of flames. Perhaps this image represents a victim who experienced the fire that year.

I tried to outline the situation in my mind. He lived in this room. The door was locked and he could not escape. He could only watch the fierce flame sweeping the entire room and engulfing himself. He was terrified, trembling, and desperate, and that face became distorted in these negative emotions.

But there is a problem with this conjecture that needs to be solved, the graffiti on the door of this room. I returned to the gate and carefully observed the figure who was caught by the monster and showed a weird smile like the monster. Because of the clumsy technique, although I think his face is very similar to the face of the insect's abdomen, I also suspect that it is because of my preconceivedness.

The situation and expression of the portrait on the graffiti are diametrically opposite, which is different from my previous theories about the victims in this room.

There are also the removed house number and the engraved 107, which must have a deeper meaning. I was puzzled and gave up thinking about it because there were not enough clues. If I continued, I might go astray due to preconceived reasons.

I went back to the room again and looked at the scenery outside from the window. Just like when I first came in, the windows could not be opened, and the outside view was completely static, unlike in the church hall.

The whirlpool has the meaning of being unable to break free and close.

The clock tower of the apartment built on the old site of the mental hospital also gives people the illusion that time has stopped.

Perhaps, all of this implies that what happened in this mental hospital is a kind of eternal recurrence. Whether it’s ten years, twenty years, or a hundred years, if you just wait passively, it will never end. Instead, it will be like a whirlpool, involving everything that is normal into anomalies, and there is a surge under the calm lake. The undercurrent. This coincides with the inference we got in reality.

Only the hall like a church is different. What is the reason? Is it because it is a church dedicated to the Virgin Mary?

There is a problem that must be paid attention to. Whether it is in psychological classics or grotesque novels, existence in extreme mental states will pass on harm. In other words, if according to my previous theory: the door is opened and the bug representing the desperate victim escapes, then it will retaliate more fiercely.

There is no doubt that bugs will attack everyone in this mental hospital.

As if to prove my inference, there was a scream of horror in the hallway.

I rushed to the door. The corridor was quiet, but it must not have been an illusion. The voice was full of emotion and vitality. There are others here

Is an adult woman. Where is she? I walked quickly in the direction where the girl had left. After a while, the scream sounded for the second time. Nothing was wrong with Ranwen Novel. It was just ahead. I determined the direction and ran away. Quark spread his wings at once and turned around the corner faster than I did.

I rushed over in two steps and three steps. Only in the middle of the corridor ahead, a door closed as if being blown by a hurricane, making a loud noise. Then there was a fierce unlocking sound, and then it turned into the sound of knocking and beating.

"Help, help" the woman screamed from the room with a crying sound, and her fear and despair became more acute in the hysteria.

The quark hovered outside the door, and below it, a chain of iron chains weirdly looped between the long handles of the door without external force. When I hurried to the door, the two door leaves were tightly tied by the iron chain.

Although there is no Ranwen Novel Network brand on the door, it can be seen from the style and location of the door that it is definitely not a convalescent room for patients.

There is a huge glass window on the hinge door. The woman's face is close to the back, and her hands are pressed on the glass. Despair and fear distorted the original facial features. As soon as she saw me, the distortion immediately changed, as if a ray of light rose from her eyes. From the gaps in the windows that were blocked by her, one could see the raging flames spreading in all directions as if there was life. All the objects behind her were swallowed up by the fire, and the burned objects fell from the ceiling from time to time.

The smoke is filled, everything is unstoppable collapse.

"Help me, please, help me" she called through the door, then turned her head and patted her body and arms, "Go away, go away"

She showed no signs of burning on the Burning Novel Network, but she showed a painful expression. However, the flame behind her was about to swallow her.

I have been loosening the chains, but it seems too late.

"Quark"

The crow turned into a wave when the woman turned her head, and then condensed into a dagger and fell into my hand. I took a step back and swung my knife towards the crack of the door. There was only a slight sense of blockage, and the chain and door lock broke. Before she could marvel at the sharpness of this dagger, the woman slammed into the door like crazy again, and she staggered out. I hurried forward, holding her back. A tongue of fire rushed out of the room, and for a while, the intense heat and light left my eyes with almost a fiery red color.

At the close of my hair, I took the woman and sat down on the ground, and then rolled to the side, only to feel a scorching heat on the top of my head, with a hint of burnt smell. I ignored my hair, rolled back and forth, and glanced at the flame like a frog's prey tongue, and suddenly retracted.

The sound of the flame burning quickly extinguished. In less than three seconds, there was only a deep silence and dim lights left in the corridor, like being immersed in a pool of lifeless stagnant water.

When I came back to my senses, there was no burning sensation in the air.

The choking silence envelops me and the woman.

I subconsciously touched the top of my head, and it seemed that Ranwen Novel Network was not burning. The woman shivered in her arms, and I hugged her shoulders tightly.

"It's okay, it's okay..." I said softly, not only to comfort the other person, but also to comfort myself. Looking back on the previous danger, people still can't help but shed a cold sweat. Although it wasn't that he was in danger of desperation, the shock of that kind of weirdness, fierceness, and despair could hardly be forgotten in a short period of time, no matter how determined.

The woman choked and hugged my waist tightly, as if trying to squeeze out my internal organs. I comforted her, hugged her with all my strength, and kissed the top of her head. I am no longer the sucky kid in the past. I also have a fiancee who knows how to give a woman a sense of security.

Sure enough, my technique worked, and the woman's trembling gradually weakened. She took a deep breath, got out of my arms, and wiped her face vigorously. When I saw my appearance, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised and a little at ease. I think I’m more mature than most men, but I can’t mature on the outside. Seventeen-year-old Asian men are much more immature than European men.

I showed the kind smile that I had exercised in the student union. She burst into tears and smiled. Suddenly, she felt wrong, so she hurriedly cleaned up her appearance.

The woman is about thirty years old, wearing a white shirt and western-style skirt, full of white-collar beauty, dark complexion, but fairer than ordinary black women, so I am not sure whether she is black or mixed. Because of the struggle before, the hair bun was a little loose, the dust was stained on the face with sweat, and the chest was also very open, revealing a large breast that was held up by the yellow hood.

She quickly settled her mood, and her expression quickly calmed down. He stretched out his hand to loosen the bun and shook his head. The golden hair was dyed a few strands of red and hung on his shoulders. Only then began to sort out her mind, but she soon discovered that the buttons on her shirt were broken, but she didn't have a network management meeting. Instead, she stood up and proactively reached out to me.

She stared at me frankly and generously, not caring where my gaze fell.

I turned my eyes away a little embarrassed instead, and put my hand in her palm. When she was pulled up, I felt that the atmosphere between the two was less embarrassing and more of a tacit understanding of sharing happiness and hardships.

"You saved me, I don't know how to thank you." She said to me with a peaceful smile, "You are my hero."

"It's nothing, it's easy." I thought about it, and joked: "If you really want to thank you, maybe you can give me a kiss."

I just want to resolve my embarrassment, just talk about it, I don't know if the other party really hugged me and gave me a suffocating deep kiss.

After a while, she loosened her lips, rubbed my hair vigorously, and said, "If this works, I don't mind a few more shots. Little boy."

I grabbed the hand hard, and said dissatisfied: "Don't mess with me, I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Really?" There was a disapproving look in her eyes, and she stared at me with a smile, "How many girlfriends are there?"

"A fiancee."

Now she finally expressed surprise again.

"Anyway, thank you so much." She said with lingering fear: "If it weren't for you, I would be killed by those bugs. Oh my god, what the **** is this?"

"Bug?" I was a little surprised, "What bug?"

"Didn't you see? A large group of them, like cockroaches, with big fists, and the patterns on their stomachs are like human faces." She kicked the floor angrily, as if she was trampled to death. As a result, with a click, the high heel flew out.

She and I were stunned looking at the heel of the shoe.

The "k" woman scolded a foul language in surprise.

I came back to my senses, after she said that, I was thoughtful. The bug she described was obviously one that I saw in room 107, which means that my guess was correct. The bug ran out of the room and raged everywhere. However, although she saw bugs, in the eyes of an outsider like me, it was a flame like flowing water.

The flame is full of life. As far as the feeling is concerned, it is extremely real, but the speed of extinguishing is too fast. I took a look at the room that was on fire before, and there was no difference between it and before it was on fire. As if turning back in time, the woman noticed my gaze, so she turned her head and looked at it, and was stunned.

"Why, what's the matter?" She said incredulously. She wanted to go up and check if she was dazzled, but she was a little timid after all.

I grabbed her hand and she stopped immediately. In order to relieve the tension and fear that rose again in her heart, I tried to change the subject.

"My name is Klau."

She glanced at me, her tight face relaxed slightly.

"My name is Marceau." She said: "Listen to your accent, it shouldn't be a local, where is the student from?"

"I dropped out of high school, and I was traveling while working." Of course, I didn't lie. My current job is like this.

"Working? Traveling?" Marceau gave a surprised look. "It's amazing. Do your parents agree with you?"

"Fortunately, my parents are very open-minded." I said with a shrug.

"You did not disappoint them." Marceau said with emotion, "It seems that you have learned a lot of things that are not in the textbook. You are better than other students, well, better than many men. Want a man."

"I think so too." I laughed.

The atmosphere gradually eased.

"What about you? Miss Marceau, what do you do?"

"What do you mean?" Marceau gave a sly expression.

"A white-collar worker? Work in a financial company?"

"Wrong." Marceau said, "I am a psychotherapist."

Psychological therapist? It sounds like a great profession.

"Is this a psychiatrist?" I was a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I have never heard of it."

"No, it's a job similar to a woman." Marceau held her hand and didn't mean to hide it at all. "Senior woman. There are some famous men who need people like us, they It will tell us some ugly things, so that we can relieve their stress from the psychological aspect. Of course, it will also help them solve their physical needs. This is not a job that any woman can do."

When I was a little stiff because of my surprise~ IndoMTL.com~ Marceau, who claims to be a senior woman, stretched out her hand and raised my chin, her eyes suddenly full of charm to devour life.

"Women in this business have their own list, no more than ten customers. You are already on the list now."

"Is that so? That's it." I laughed a few times, not knowing how to answer the call.

"You hate women?" Marceau still stared into my eyes. When I couldn't help it, and wanted to let my eyes go, she immediately held my face firmly.

"No, how should I put it..." I had no choice but to answer: "Actually, it doesn't feel much, because Miss Marceau..."

"Just call me Marceau." Her smile was sharp, and her tone was not strong, but she couldn't refuse.

"Okay...Marceau." I am a little uncomfortable with the current situation. She seems to have forgotten the previous dangers all at once, and she changed from a prey to a hunter in an instant, and her previous performance is absolutely complete. Different, "Actually, I have never seen a real woman. Uh, I mean, I know what a woman is, but Marceau, you are not like a woman at all."

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