Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 165: Homecoming

165 Homecoming

Is Irene really alive? The attitude of Marseille makes me puzzled. (Reading novels) There is no corpse left by Ranwen.com for the people who lost their lives in the fire. Although it can be assumed that they are dead in common sense and law, there is not enough objective evidence from Ranwen.com.

"Can you ask?" I asked: "When did you last see your mother? Where?"

"At the dock by the lake." Marseille said without hesitation: "I saw her. Although the hairstyle and dress are different from those of the past, but the kind of temperament, that voice, and looks, and my mother It’s exactly the same."

When he said so, I found some clues.

"You and her... have been separated for ten years?" I thought about the words and said: "Have her look and voice not changed at all in ten years?"

Marseille's face suddenly paled when I said this, and the confidence in his eyes seemed to be shaky. He frowned and stopped speaking. I don't doubt what he saw, it's just that something unusual is happening in this small town, and everything he saw with his own eyes is not necessarily true. If Irene that Marseille saw was a product of the Tianmen Project, how did she appear in the normal world? But it may also be an illusion produced by Marseille.

"You came here to find your mother, and you are sure that she is still alive because you saw her at the pier by the lake in the town." I asked again, "Then, before you see her, again Why did you return to this town because you suspected that she was still alive?"

The melancholy on Marseille's face became more pronounced, as if a trance thought in his mind had absorbed all his strength, but after a while, his eyes gradually filled with radiance and brighter than before.

"I heard her voice." He muttered to himself softly, and then, staring at me with a stubborn gaze, he said loudly, "I saw her in my dream and heard her talking to me. Talking. This has never happened before, so no matter what, I will go back to this place. This is my hometown, and my father and mother are here."

His emotions were very agitated, and blue blood vessels appeared on his forehead. Perhaps my doubts had offended the sacred and soft part of his heart. This made me more sure that what was hidden under this thin body was an obsessive to stubborn will. Recalling the description of Munch in the information and the impression of Irene, there is no doubt that the most pure blood of this family is flowing in the body of Marseille.

I have only seen photos of Munch as an adult, but at this time, his youthful figure is emerging before my eyes. Young, thin, not a genius, full of fantasy, full of neurotic paranoia. Looking at Marseille, I feel that my soul has traveled through more than ten years of time, looking at the person in charge of the Tianmen Project.

This is interesting. Although weird incidents are always accompanied by tragedies and casualties, I will feel sad and unbearable to see someone suffer and die in despair, but this kind of empathic pain cannot extinguish the wonderful excitement and excitement that accompany the weirdness. feel. It is like a flame swaying in the wind and rain, burning in the darkest and deepest part of my heart, making myself feel heart palpitations.

I don’t want to admit it, and I try my best to restrain this pleasure, because I feel the martial universe, the holy king makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne asks the devil, the world, the nine heavens, the strongest, abandons the young, the big Zhou, the royal family, the night kills the god, the seal Throne seeks the devil, proud of the world, the strongest of the nine times Forcibly abandoning Shao Da Zhou's imperial clan is a kind of mutated danger, as if one's own soul is twisted into another terrible appearance. I don’t know whether this is my true nature or the erosion of the will of the magic pattern, because this feeling made me feel a sense of sight, as if at a moment, I became the self of elementary school again, and this clearly It is the air from a foreign country, and it has the same taste as the air I breathed back then.

It is nostalgic, but also frightening. A voice asked me, who are you?

I am Gao Chuan. I answered like this.

I still put my cigarette **** into the cup with a half of milk tea left.

"I admire you very much, Marseille." I started to say good things, and the slightly hideous look on Marseille's face became stunned.

"You are a very courageous person. Whether you have experienced facts or hallucinations, they are some painful things, but you know this but have not escaped. You came back to want to follow the past. Make a break? It seems that you are mentally prepared for any results."

"Yes, I have to figure out what happened that year." Marseille said in silence for a while, "It doesn't matter if I don't understand in the end, at least I can tell myself that I have tried my best."

"This small town gives people a strange feeling. The day is so peaceful, but the night is scary. When you were a kid, was it like this here?"

"No..." Marseille hesitated, not that he didn't want to say it, but he didn't seem to know how to describe it. "This town has changed so much. I'm not talking about its appearance, but a kind of...unspeakable The feeling is a bit weird and disturbing. I checked the history of this town, and it is said that it was a sacred place long ago. Ah, look, I’m saying something strange again, maybe what happened these days is too exhausting for me I'm doing my best."

Marseille laughed bitterly, picked up the paper towels and packaging bags on the table one by one into the empty paper bag, then unscrewed the lid of the coke bottle and filled it with a gas.

"It's okay. Actually, I have the same feeling. This atmosphere may be the selling point of tourism here, but people who are not used to it are not used to it." I said, taking out four business cards from my pocket and handing them to him.

Marseille took it and took a look, his eyes full of doubt and surprise. Therefore, these business cards are very different from ordinary business cards. Except for the unique patterns that give people a strange feeling, there is no contact information of Ranwen.com, and no organization name of Ranwen.com. Only some are not so much The name is rather a noun for code names: Locke, Dada, Shepherd Dog, Magician.

What I gave him was a special member business card made in advance to cover the action.

"These are a few friends I met not long ago, and they are also interested in things in this town...well, they are all weird guys who admire Poe and Holmes, and like to pursue some weird things. "I explained to Marseilles: "They have a lot of experience, I think maybe I can give you some help. They live in the apartment on the top of the mountain now."

"Ah, I live there too." Marseille said in surprise.

"I think so too. Anyone who wants to explore the secrets of this town will live there." I said to him, "They just set up a private detective agency specifically for those somewhat mysterious cases. As a friend, I want to give They pull a single case."

"You, are you talking about me?" Marseille was surprised, but hesitant and wary, "I'm still a student, but I don't have much money."

"It’s okay, they are all guys with a little spare money. In my opinion, this private detective agency is more like a hobby club. Have you ever seen a detective who specializes in such cases? Sleep on the road."

Marseille nodded suddenly.

"Although what I did was a bit ridiculous, I still have some experience, so I am very capable. Just say that I introduced you. They won’t charge you too much money. Your experience will affect them. Said it is a great gain." I made up my mind.

Marseille thought for a while and stuffed his business card into his jacket pocket.

"Thank you so much, I will check it out."

"Trust me, you won't be disappointed." I think it's enough to talk about this, and leave the rest to Locke. Thinking about this, stand up and say goodbye to him, "Thank you for letting me save After a nice morning, I think we will meet again."

Marseille stood up quickly and was about to say something polite when a loud noise suddenly came not far away. The sudden storm carried the heat and staggered us for a while, and the other guests screamed shortly. I saw that the tables and umbrellas beside me were blown down, and I didn't turn my head to see what happened. The wood blocks, aluminum pieces, and burnt paper and cloth fell like rain.

The whole scene is like the end of the world. When we come back to our senses, the sounds around us suddenly burst into flames. Everyone I saw was screaming, yelling, running, and chattering, and there was chaos everywhere.

Marseille stared at the sound coming from, his eyes seemed to fall out, his whole body stiff, his face turned blue and white. I looked over there, also at a loss for a while.

The top of the fast food restaurant was opened with a big hole. The wooden walls and glass seemed to be broken from the inside. Black smoke continued to drill out from the gap. From time to time, red flames could be seen jumping inside, making a crackling burning. Voice. My head is a bit stiff, only one thought wanders in my mind repeatedly-what is going on?

Some people staggered out of the entrance of the fast food restaurant and immediately fell to the ground. The people near the fast food restaurant fled out with their feet open, while others who were originally in the distance surrounded them at this moment. The women screamed and cried and rushed to the fast food restaurant, but were stopped by the men. Some men who ran to the front of the fast food restaurant helped up the wounded who fell to the ground and asked loudly about the store, but no one could tell, so they could only ran away on the safe periphery in the opposite direction.

It didn't go far, but another fierce explosion. Almost the entire ceiling was lifted, and the wall collapsed in half. When the hot wind carrying dangerous splashes swept through, everyone curled up with fear to protect themselves and the heads of their loved ones. Marseille and I just stood there blankly, all the debris fell around, making intensive noises, and some flames were still burning at our feet.

Marseille was completely stunned, not knowing what to do. I was trying to find Jung, and when I saw him for the last time, he was still in a fast food restaurant.

No signs of life activity can be seen in the burning fast food restaurant. Is everyone dead? The fire was so fierce that people did not dare to rush in.

I think I should do something, but in this case, what can I do? I stepped forward, and Marseille held his head behind me and shouted: "Oh my god, what the **** is going on? Hey, Crow, where are you going?"

"I want to go over and see." I replied.

"Past? Stop kidding, what can you do?" Marseille shouted: "The police and fire trucks will be coming soon."

The siren sounded not far away, and the fast food restaurant was only 20 meters away from the police station, and soon someone came to organize the evacuation of the crowd. The police who rushed in pulled up the yellow isolation belt, half tried to pull people who were too close to the fast food restaurant away, and half held fire extinguishers to spray foam around the store.

In the end, I still did not enter the fast food restaurant. Under the pull of a policeman, I went to the outskirts. During that time, I used the technique of chain judgment to "circle" and perceive the situation in the shop. Soon I'm sure, there is no one in the store at this time.

In other words, the seemingly violent explosion did not seem to kill anyone.

After a while, fire trucks and ambulances also arrived. The police did their best to open a road from the crowd of onlookers, but more and more people gathered. As soon as the car entered the inner circle, it was like a separate ocean wave gathering in an uproar. Soon, water jets rushed into the shop, and white steam and black smoke continued to emerge.

At this time, I have separated from Marseilles, and I am walking towards the wounded who are receiving rapid treatment at the back door of the ambulance.

There are five uniforms in fast food restaurants. They should be clerks. They were not seriously injured, mainly because they were scared out of their bodies. Their faces were pale as if they had been in the cold, and their palms holding the hot water cup looked stiff and trembling slightly. The three women stared at the bombed fast food restaurant with blind eyes, and only two men were able to answer the police officers' questions.

The police’s questions are mostly "what happened", "why it exploded", "can you remember the situation at the time?", "how many people were in the store", etc., but the clerk himself was at a loss, most They couldn't answer the question. In their opinion, it was an accident, and they couldn't figure out the cause of the accident.

"Is it a gas explosion?" said the policewoman who was in charge of the questioning.

"No, absolutely not. The gas stove is behind the counter. If the gas explodes, we can't survive." The clerk shook his head with a look of fear. "There were six customers in the store, but nothing happened, so everyone Gathered at the counter to chat. Then it exploded. In the blink of an eye, everything flew around, and we didn't dare to move."

"Can you remember the location of the explosion?"

"It seems to be on the right side near the door."

"Remember the guests at the time?"

"If you can meet, you should be able to recognize it."

At this time, a male police officer walked up to the policewoman and whispered a few words. The clerk was not in his heart. I didn't care about it, but I heard it clearly.

"Only three people were confirmed."

"But he said there are six." The policewoman said in a deep voice: "Go around and look around."

I immediately understood that they were referring to customers who were fashionable in the store. Before, I looked around at all the people receiving treatment and comfort, and I didn’t find Jung in them. But according to the clerk, the guests were all dining at the time, so the clerk could take a rest. After buying breakfast, Jung would not stay in the store to eat. In other words, had Jung already left the fast food restaurant at that time?

The moment I talked with Marseille seemed short, but more than ten minutes passed. Maybe I really wanted to make a difference. I overheared the police's questioning for a while, and without more information from Ranwen.com, I walked away to find my car.

However, at this time, the surroundings were so congested, maybe the car had been driven away by Jung and Fu Jiang beforehand, so as not to be interrogated by the local police station afterwards. Although there is an ID card, one thing is worse than one thing less, so as not to expose the action.

Sure enough, I didn't see the off-road vehicle at the original parking place. Just about to call Fu Jiang, someone patted his shoulder behind him. I turned my head reflexively, but no one saw it.

"Where are you looking?" The voice came from before him.

When I turned my head back, a fist suddenly enlarged in my vision.

Quick sweep

The highway bypasses the fist and reaches right in front of the incoming person. In the accelerated world, that fist became sluggish, and I could see the other side clearly.

A black woman in a police uniform, with a firm face, she doesn't look like a bad person at all. Her lips are a bit thick, but combined with other facial features, she has a unique charm. She carried a pistol at her waist, but she fisted with her right hand and pressed her left hand on the handle of the gun. Is she left-handed? She does give people a strong police feeling, but she is not a local policewoman.

Cui Di, 28 years old, is a detective by profession and a revolver. Evaluation: C-level.

This guy is a Mageweave Messenger. The problem is, she doesn't look like a person from the Doomsday Truth cult, nor is she a local. Why did she suddenly attack me?

I grabbed her swinging right arm and got into her arms. When the high-speed effect disappeared, I had stepped on her left foot. She reacted extremely quickly and was about to draw her gun immediately. But I held her left hand faster than her, not letting her pull out the gun. She stepped on her left foot and couldn't move back, so she attacked my crotch with her right knee.

This is terrible. My left leg touched her right leg hard, as if hitting steel, it was about to break in general pain.

I didn't want to be cold and cruel, but now I can't help myself. I took a step back, and the black policewoman immediately forced me to come up. As a result, I grabbed my right arm and threw it over the shoulder.

With a pop, the ground trembles slightly, and it doesn't feel like it hits the ground.

I reached out for my gun, but felt empty. The black policewoman stood up unhurriedly and aimed at me with her revolver. It is impossible for her to miss a shot at such a close distance, but I feel that I can shoot faster than her, so I am not nervous. The point is, that revolver is mine

It's obvious~IndoMTL.com~ She seemed to be at a disadvantage in the confrontation just now, but she stole my gun.

It's really a dull face.

"Quark." I said softly.

The gray mist emerges from the magic pattern of the left hand and turns into a dagger in the hand. Unexpectedly, the skills discovered in dreams can also be used in reality.

I squeezed the dagger, the weight and touch are perfect. The weapon that turns the devil into must be beyond the general limits of weapons in terms of quality and sharpness, right?

"Who are you?" I relaxed, pushed my eyes, and asked, "Who are you?"

The policewoman's serious expression suddenly collapsed and she smiled.

"Long time no see, Gao Chuan."

I couldn't help but open my eyes. Knowing my real name, there is only one black policewoman named Tritdy in my memory. It was recorded in the diary of the doomsday illusion, the person who returned with me and Fu Jiang.