Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 174: Deformation

174 deformation

Marceau tied his shirt around his waist, holding a homemade simple spear in one hand, and **** a ponytail. With the dark skin and long-term exercise figure, it reflects the impression of white-collar women. Going up is like a legendary Amazonian warrior. (

Reading Network) I always thought she was a woman who had no power to restrain her, but her battles and traps completely overturned my previous impression.

"What happened after I left?" I asked.

"Wait." She stopped me from speaking and walked towards the door, "Come on, help me reinstall the trap."

"What?" I was a little surprised.

"If there are monsters wandering around and doing nothing, it would be too dangerous." Marceau said to me seriously.

"Where is that female ghost?"

"You were killed..." She paused, and changed her words: "After you left, it disappeared. Okay, we'll talk about it later, we have to fix the trap again."

I don't think these traps can have any effect on those monsters, but Marceau insists on doing so, and I do what she wants. It is better to do something better than nothing, at least to relieve the psychological pressure in this crisis-ridden environment. Apart from the main entrance, there are no other doors and windows in the operating room. Fortunately, the ventilator is still working properly, so I don’t feel stuffy. However, there is not only the smell of disinfectant water, but also the deposited rancid and odor. The breath of death seemed to have condensed in the room, and couldn't get out.

Marceau’s displayed abilities surprised me. Unlike my ability to wield a dagger by relying on physical ability and combat intuition, her spear makes it very organized, and she also has her own set of traps. At least, the knowledge and skills of creating traps far exceed me, not to mention that she is well versed in psychology and knows how to paralyze people. Before, I almost suffered a big loss. If it were not for physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, it would have become a pool of mud. NS.

At first glance, there was nothing usable in the operating room, but she was able to find out the ordinary waste in the eyes of ordinary people, and use surgical instruments to transform it, such as carving out dents in some round objects, and Some steel cables make up pulleys. I have only seen these methods of turning waste into treasure in Fujiang. In the doomsday fantasy, she used to make powerful crossbows with building materials that can be encountered everywhere.

"My grandfather was a soldier, and he often took me to hunt together. When I was young, I was awarded the Flying Eagle Medal in the Boy Scouts. When I grew up, I often participated in wild survival games and practiced self-defense skills." She explained. of.

"Ah, this is really amazing." I sincerely admire people like her, "I don't have much to know."

"It's nothing. As long as you have learned it, anyone can do it. Compared with this kind of thing...Crow." Marceau paused and said, "Your body is obviously not very strong, but I have seen it. Has the best athletic ability, even better than professional athletes."

"I think so too." I just answered that.

The body of the Chosen has been strengthened by graystone, and it is no surprise that it is stronger than ordinary people. With the precedent of Fu Jiang, I even think that if Marceau also took graystone, the degree of body strengthening might be higher than mine. And there is no shortage of powerful women among the Chosen, such as the Hejiao who once worked together, and now Pan and Dada in the same squad, which one is not a fighting elite? They were not soldiers in the beginning.

We worked together to repair the broom trap. This trap is not powerful, it is only used to paralyze the intruder. The killer lies in the heavy objects on the ceiling. Those are two heavy iron cabinets. If they are hit by the head, my head will blossom.

After rearranging the trap, Marceau finally breathed a sigh of relief. I looked out from the glass window in the doorway, and the corridor was still quiet, which was a little disturbing.

"How?" Marceau asked.

"I didn't see anything, are there only two of us here?"

"Maybe. I haven't seen anyone else since you left anyway." She speaks English and uses strict terms in the sense of "person."

"Are you sure the monster will come back?"

"Not sure, but if it comes back, I will kill it." Marceau said firmly.

If you are trapped in a sea of ​​flames with nothing to do, anyone will despair. But since the opponent is not a cold natural phenomenon, but a living thing, no matter whether it is a human or a monster, she will not catch it with one's hands. I think Marceau is just such a person. This kind of strong character may be the result of family learning and the upheaval of the family. Compared with Fu Jiang, Marceau’s childhood may be more normal and happier, but the family tragedy and the subsequent experience in the orphanage, the huge gap is also an unbearable shock for her.

But she has survived all these difficulties, tortures, and blows. Regardless of the nature of her current career, she can proudly say that she is living better than most people in this world.

So, I know that she is not guilty when she says she wants to kill the monster. This woman is serious. She firmly believes that she can do it and survive in this weird environment.

However, this is just a spiritual world. She lives in a dream. Where is she in reality? What happened? The sudden disappearance is definitely not a good thing. I don't want her to realize this, but I have to tell her that only she can let us catch the tail of the mysterious man behind the scenes.

Forgive me, Marceau.

Marceau and I leaned on the operating table and sat down, and I decided to talk bluntly.

"Marceau, I told you that this is just a dream."

"Yes, there is no such thing as the reality of Ranwen Novel. What's wrong? Crowe, your expression makes me uneasy. Isn't it because you have bad news to tell me?" That said, but However, Marceau did not show any frustration and fear. She smiled as always, "Don't worry, I don't think there is anything worse than Ranwen.com."

I looked at her eyes, those pale blue eyes like lake water were very calm. I think she is ready to bear any bad news.

"After I woke up, I investigated about this mental hospital." I said.

"Then what?"

"I met a person who was one of the parties involved in the fire in the mental hospital. After the fire, he left his hometown, but now he has returned."

"Because of the current situation?" Marceau is very sensitive, "Surely there is another inside story about the fire in the mental hospital?"

"Yes. You live in a hilltop apartment, right? Marceau, this apartment was built on the site of a mental hospital. Ten years ago, the client and his companion thought that the mental hospital was conducting human experiments. And cult rituals, so we launched an investigation, and we encountered a situation similar to ours. Most people either went crazy or committed suicide."

"Cult ceremony?" Marceau looked surprised.

"The specific situation is not clear, but the current situation cannot be explained by modern technology."

"I understand, I understand... You mean that the cult ritual has restarted, and we are the mice tied to the cross?"

"I found your name in the guest list of the apartment, Marceau. They said you didn't come back after you left." I solemnly asked, "Do you remember what happened at that time? ?"

"Of course... I certainly remember..." Marceau frowned, and she realized that something bad had happened to her.

"What's the date today?" she asked.

After I answered, she began to talk about her memories before entering the dream state, which happened four days ago.

Marceau once said that her professional nature is to ease the pressure of customers, so she often accepts customer invitations and accompanies them to travel around the world. It is not an accident to come to this town. A big customer doesn't know where he saw the tourist introduction of this town. He is a person who is obsessed with the hidden strange environment and personnel. Although Marceau prefers ya tropical coast-style tourist areas, since this is part of the job, there is no reason why Ranwen.

However, when she finished packing up, there was a message from the client that the travel plan was aborted, but air tickets and travel brochures were sent, and the related expenses were transferred to her account. The other party hopes that she can continue this journey on her behalf, take some photos, write some travel notes, and bring some local specialties back.

Although the client did not come to Ranwen.com, this request did not exceed the scope of work of Ranwen.com, not to mention that the other party had already paid the relevant fees. Although it’s not a place that I like, it’s a good trip without having to socialize with customers.

Marceau got off the plane, followed the route of action in the travel manual, and turned around several times before finally arriving in this remote town. I have to say that the mysterious and strange atmosphere deliberately created in the travel guide made her feel deceived. Of course, this is not a bad thing, but she actually feels the martial arts, the holy king, the sacred king, and the night kills the gods. Throne seeks the devil, proud world, the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandonment of the young man, the imperial family, will kill the night god, the seal of the throne The atmosphere of the small town where the Shao Da Zhou imperial clan created the gods to kill the night god, the gods seal the throne, the strongest, and the Nine Heavens, abandoned the Shao Da Zhou imperial clan.

The scenery of this small town is elegant and the nostalgia is pleasant. The morning and night are full of mysterious charm, which is in line with her aesthetics.

Ah, fortunately, there was no rejection by Ranwen Novel. Otherwise, it would be deceived by the travel guide. She couldn't help but give birth to this kind of complaint.

According to the client's request, she must live in a mountaintop apartment. The impression of this small town is the worst feeling of this apartment. When she saw the apartment for the first time, she knew that the travel guide was written based on this apartment, which did not suit her preferences at all, and felt that it was incompatible with the style of the town. To be more blunt, it's just a pot of soup that is broken by a mouse shit.

However, except for her, most tourists in the town and most residents of the apartment would not agree with this statement.

Marceau divides her work and rest time into two parts: day and night. She records all aspects of life in this small town according to the needs of her clients.

Four days ago, she finally finished her work. No matter the photos, travel notes or special products are all ready, the next time is entirely hers. How you want to play, where you want to go, and what kind of mood you want to experience can all be determined by your mood. So she decided to check out and leave the apartment to rent a house in the town.

Marceau left the apartment with his luggage, but unfortunately, the last taxi had just left. Because the atmosphere created by this apartment really didn't have any good feelings, she didn't want to stay any longer, so she decided to walk down the mountain.

Halfway through the road, a taxi came from down the mountain. She was quite surprised. At that time, she thought there was no car.

What surprised her even more was that there were no other passengers in the taxi.

"I got into the taxi and talked with the driver for a while. Suddenly I felt a little sleepy and fell asleep." Marceau said, "I should be asleep, otherwise, why would I be in this ghost place?"

"Didn't you think it was weird at the time?"

"What's weird? A taxi without Ranwen Novel.com guests suddenly appeared?" Marceau shrugged. "That's normal. Maybe I didn't pay attention. Maybe the driver lives in the apartment. But I Now I am very worried, if I have been asleep, will I be taken advantage of by others."

"Listen to me, Marceau." I moved her body and stared into her eyes, "You have been determined to be missing."

Marceau hasn't made any noise on Ranwen Novel Network for a while. I think a woman as smart as her can definitely understand how bad her current situation is. I also believe that no matter how bad the situation is, she will definitely be able to stick to it, because she is not one of those delicate girls who have never suffered.

Marceau sighed and smiled bitterly.

"Can you be sure that I am still alive?"

"Aren't you still alive now?" I said.

"Do you think something may have happened to my body?" She stared at me.

"I don't know." I can only answer her like that.

"If something bad really happens, what can you do?" Marceau showed a weak expression and shook his head mockingly.

"Listen, Marceau, I can only say that now." I pulled her face away again and said sincerely: "I can't confirm what happened to you until I find your body. Maybe it's a bad thing. , Maybe not that bad. Don’t give up, Marceau, I will do my best to protect you."

Marceau looked at me seriously, and finally smiled charmingly, as if putting down all the rocks in his heart.

"I believe in you, Crow." She kissed my lips lightly, "In any case, you are my hero."

"Then, promise me that you must protect yourself here. If you die here, I don't know whether you will wake up or die like this." I stroked her face, "and, in Before I find you, I don’t think it’s a good idea to wake up."

"What do you say, I will do it." she said.

"Tell me, do you remember the license plate of the taxi and the appearance of the owner?"

"Of course, my memory is pretty good."

Marceau described to me the appearance of the taxi driver: a white man in his mid-fifties, with curly brown hair, a wide face and thick lips, and a little bald. Judging from his speech and clothes, he was a taxi driver. Wrong, it is not a fake from someone else who works, it should be a local, who knows the history, geography and customs of the town very well. Could this person be a member of the mysterious organization that funded the Tianmen Project?

I repeated Marceau’s words silently in my heart to make sure I don’t forget or become blurred when I wake up.

"Be careful, if the other party is prepared, you should go to the police." Marceau looked at me worriedly and stroked my cheek: "You are still just a child."

"Don't worry, I will be eighteen in one month."

"Then, as a gift of adulthood, maybe I can tell you what makes a man a man." Marceau said as he ran his fingers across the bridge of my nose, mouth, throat, and chest, all the way to my lower abdomen. I felt that the buttons of the clothes were loosened at her flexible fingertips. With her other hand, she untied the knot of the shirt, took my hand and put it in her hood, her mouth exhaled a scorching breath in my ears.

Marceau is a charming woman, especially in terms of how to show **** and sultry experience and techniques, much richer than Fu Jiang. Her **** are about the same size as Fu Jiang's current body, although they are slightly less elastic, they are softer. I felt that her hand had already unzipped the zipper on my trousers and stretched in, spurring my cock.

But I finally took my hand out to stop her from continuing.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I already have a fiancee."

"This is a dreamland, no one knows except us."

"I don't think so."

Marceau might think this is just an excuse for timidity, but I understand that it is definitely not an excuse.

"She's not here." Marceau said.

"No, she is here." I stroked my left eye. Yes, she was here, always here.

Marceau stared at me suspiciously, but I couldn't explain it to her.

At this moment, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded in the hallway:

"Achuan, Achuan, are you here?"

It’s Fu Jiang? My accident was seen by Marceau, and her tight body suddenly relaxed a little.

"Do you know?"

"Yes. It seems to be..." I suddenly felt a little unspeakable. It wasn't the shame of being caught in an affair. It was just embarrassment, surprise and doubt that were mixed together, and I couldn't describe the complicated feeling:" It seems to be my fiancee."

"She called you Achuan?" Marceau asked, grabbing the spear next to him and staring at the corridor, "Isn't your name Crow?"

"Klau is my English name." I replied, and suddenly realized that, "Can you understand the language of the Central Duchy?"

"A little bit~IndoMTL.com~ The sound of footsteps in the hallway is getting clearer and clearer. It is indeed Fu Jiang's voice. In addition, there is also a pulling sound, like she is dragging something heavy. , While walking towards this side.

"Achuan, where are you?"

I was about to answer, but Marceau held his mouth.

"Don't make a sound..." She said, "It's a monster, it will become like someone you know."

"Why didn't you answer me? Achuan, you are with Marceau, right?" The voice said and laughed, "Don't worry, I won't blame you, you know, I'm lace side , I heard that she is very beautiful, why not introduce us to meet?"

Marceau immediately stole a weird look at me.

"Your fiancee... is it lace?"

I don't know how to answer her, I really want to go into the ground like this.