Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 175: Play soy sauce

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I was confused about Fu Jiang’s appearance. When Marceau said that it was the monster she had encountered before, I was dubious, because the voice and the rhythm of the footsteps, the tone and the way of speaking were almost exactly the same as the Fu Jiang in my impression. . The timing of her appearance in full text novels (reading novels) is indeed too coincidental, but there are also countless explanations to prove that this is not a coincidence. But I always feel that there is a kind of strangeness that I can't explain, floating in this gloomy and blurred scene.

After Marceau took me to the operating table, I hid in the shadows and looked at the glass window on the front door through the gap between the shelves. She whispered to me that the body of this monster is unknown, good at disguising, and capable of transforming into the image of someone in the heart of the prey. It once became close to Marceau in my appearance, and almost killed Marceau.

No matter who it is, in this weird scene, you can't be too careful. I silently drew the gray dagger from behind.

The long figure appeared on the wall outside the glass window, distorting the elongated shadow like a haha ​​mirror, shaking the heartstrings of panic in the gloomy corridor. Marceau's breathing became inaudible, her eyes widened, watching where the shadow came from. Fu Jiang's voice also stopped, leaving only the sound of footsteps ringing in an orderly manner.

Time seems to be dragging on for a long time at this moment.

The woman walked past the door. She didn't seem to care about the operating room at all. She didn't know how to touch the ground. She walked from the bottom of our eyes to the other side of the corridor like this.

Marceau let out a sigh of relief, but the next moment, the figure suddenly retreated, causing Marceau's breathing to stop suddenly.

The woman leaned back, only turned her head to peer into the operating room through the glass window. The deep smile and weird eyes are like saying again: I found you.

I can see very clearly, that face is indeed Fu Jiang. However, it was this image that made me confirm the true face of this woman.

This guy is a monster

Because she showed the body that Tomoe now uses, the body of the former Madam Truth of the Doomsday, and not Tomoe's real posture. What is Fu Jiang really like? In fact, even I can't describe it. Even in her initial body, whenever she changes her personality, she will feel differently. It's like a woman transforming herself into a completely different person through superb makeup and psychological disguise.

So, for me, the gesture that impressed Jiang the most was the living left eye and a pool of thick blood. Because she is in my body now, and is truly one with me.

Perhaps, in this spiritual world, that monster can imitate people's impressions of someone in their hearts. However, this kind of impression based on wishful thinking couldn't be more superficial.

Marceau tensed her body, her right hand held a spear tightly, her joints were white, and she looked very nervous. Just now, her eyes met the monster that looked like Fujiang. I grabbed her left hand, and it was all wet with cold sweat.

The monster Fu Jiang pushed the door. We previously locked the door from the inside, but the door didn't open, it just creaked. After a while, it seemed to give up, leaning forward and pressing its face against the glass. That face that was exactly the same as Fu Jiang, the same scar, was also full of wild charm, and the same but mysterious smile, but it was creepy. Her eyes wandered indoors for a while, and finally landed on the operating table, full of penetrating power. Marceau and I both knew that it must have spotted us.

"A Chuan, this is not fun. You are looking for a woman behind my back, right? I'm going to be angry." It said softly.

We don't have a voice on Ranwen Novel.

"Achuan, let me in, you know how much I love you." It said as if to himself.

"Do you hate me? You said you will be with me forever. Have you regretted it?" Its tone was like recite a poem of sorrow.

However, this fluctuating mood makes me more sure that this woman is definitely not Fu Jiang. In other words, it cannot imitate the real Jiang at all.

"Why didn't you answer? Are you deaf?" It became a little angry.

The whole world became deadly silent.

After a while, its face suddenly sank, and said grimly: "I'm going to kill you."

It was no longer polite, the door lock made a harsh cracking sound, and the door was abruptly torn open by her. The light seemed to flicker due to this ferocious aura, and the light and shadow disappeared. The silhouette of that fit and ferocious was like a devil from the depths of hell. Marceau held my hand harder.

It walked in and immediately touched the broom trap. It didn't dodge, and the broomstick, which was not lethal, hit her, immediately bounced out, and fell to the ground with a snap. It didn't even look at it, and continued to walk towards the operating table. It suddenly stopped in front of the second trap and looked up. Of course it saw the two deadly heavy iron cabinets.

I was seen through. It gave a mocking smile.

I was about to let go of Marceau's hand and rush out. Marceau suddenly took me, then let go of my hand and grabbed a rope on the side of the operating table.

The Fujiang monster walked towards us around the place where the iron cabinet was placed. It still looked like an unhurried appearance. Perhaps in its eyes, we were the prey in its palm. But just as it took the fourth step, Marceau suddenly pulled off the slip knot of the rope tied to the operating table.

There was a metal twisting creak from the top of the head, the rope soared up, and the iron cabinet fell with a cry, but it was not the kind of falling body attack that it used to be. Like two huge pendulums, they hit the monster in the blink of an eye. The Fu Jiang monster had no time to make a blocking posture, and suddenly it was as if being caught in a fly swatter fan, flying straight five meters away, and smashing it on the shelf where the surgical knife was placed, looking very embarrassed.

The clothes on its body were cut in many places, but there was no bloodshed. It roared and got up from the ground. Marceau immediately jumped out of the operating table, trot a few steps, and forced the spear out.

The Fujiang monster hadn't stood still, and was immediately pierced with a spear through his left chest, staggered back a step, his legs were soft, and he knelt down like a living person, with his hands resting on the ground, making a heavy breathing sound like a wind box. Seeing its dying appearance, Marceau didn't have any kindness or hesitation in her eyes. She took out the electric drill for craniotomy from the side with a stern face, and pressed the switch hard.

The drill bit spins fast, making a scalp tingling whine.

Marceau's battle was so neat and tidy that I had no room for Ranwen Novel.com to intervene. When I stood up from behind the operating table with the dagger, she had already stepped forward.

Fujian monster stared at me with weak and hopeful eyes, and reached out his hand to me. It was chewing blood in its mouth, and it coughed immediately when it wanted to say something.

I understood its lips: Help me, help me.

In an instant, that tragic Fu Jiang's face seemed to be extremely real.

But Marceau's actions were faster than my thoughts. When I was in a trance, she had kicked it down from behind, stepped on its back, and slammed the electric drill into its head.

Blood splashed, centered on the drill, the head and body of the Fujiang monster seemed to become a puddle of mud, stirred and gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared completely in the air, stuck in its chest. The spear fell to the ground.

Marceau looked around vigilantly, until he confirmed that the monster had indeed disappeared, then his shoulders relaxed, he turned off the electric drill, and threw it on the ground. She had her hands on her hips and her breathing seemed muddy. Although the fighting time was not long, she seemed to expend a great deal of energy, as if she had just finished a long-distance race.

I looked at the place where Fu Jiang once lay on his stomach. Although I knew it was a monster, I couldn't let go of seeing the bleak expression on that familiar face.

"It seems to be weak?" I asked in confusion, the monster came in with great momentum, but it ended up being a little anticlimactic.

"I don't know." Marceau shook his head, "It was much better when it became you before."

"What are you going to do? Just keep hiding in this place?" I asked.

"What if you don't do this?" Marceau paused and changed the subject: "Don't talk about these frustrating things. Your fiancée is in this tone? It doesn't seem to be a serious person. "

I knew she would say that. In the eyes of ordinary people, Fu Jiang's current body does not seem to be a piece of my student brother.

"Inappropriate?" I smiled.

"It is simply the difference between oil and water."

"She was a soldier, very good."

"Appearance seems to be the same thing, but you can't see it in your hands." Marceau shrugged disapprovingly. "She seems to be much older than you."

"Yes, I prefer Shu women with **** and skill." I half-joked.

"Then you should think about me more." Marceau deliberately lifted his chest, his messy clothes half-covered, his torn skirt exposed his round thighs, and one of the shoulder straps of the ng cover slipped down, looking very Sultry, "My **** are the same size, but the technique is better than her."

"It looks like that." I stared into her eyes and said, "But I want to be in reality rather than dream. Don't just die, Marceau."

"You little guy..." Marceau laughed and constricted her posture. She smiled and looked into my eyes, and replied earnestly: "I won't die so easily."

"Thank you."

"What? I should have said this sentence." Marceau looked over in surprise.

No, I do want to thank you, Marceau. It is your will that makes my actions meaningful.

When the child was still a child, he decided to become a hero. As the child grows up, the fiery heart is also cooling down. The cruel reality makes the children who dream of becoming heroes understand that they cannot save everyone, but at least they can try to save you.

The hero exists to save something, but if there is no war and death in this world, there is no sorrow and pain, and the will to be saved, the hero will be no more. exist.

Thank you, Sakuya, thank you, Marceau, you guys saved my dream.

"I will be your hero."

"I'm looking forward to it. So, my lovely hero, what are you going to do next?" Marceau wrapped up like a beautiful snake, holding my neck with both hands, the plump curves squeezing my arms , Murmured in my ear, "How are you going to leave this dream? Same as last time?"

"I plan to see how many rooms have this kind of graffiti." I pointed to the graffiti on the opposite wall and the room number notch and said: "It is certain that the ceremony has begun, and the dream world will follow. The world outside the mental hospital is being formed. I came in to find you from the outside. At least twelve sacrifices are required to complete the sacrifice. I suspect it has something to do with the monsters in the graffiti room."

"Outside the mental hospital?" Marceau let go of me and asked in amazement: "Can we go out? Are there monsters outside?"

"I was outside when I entered the dream state this time, but after I entered the mental hospital, I couldn't get out." I knew her thoughts, and it might be safe outside.

Marceau showed a regretful expression, but soon cheered up, she deserves to be a woman who can kill monsters independently.

"Marceau, do you know where there are such graffiti rooms?" I asked.

"There is one." Marceau replied without hesitation, "Go, I'll show you."

Marceau picked up the spear and led the way. I persuaded her to stay. After all, it's hard to say that you won't encounter other monsters along the way. However, she said that it would be safer to stay alone in the room than to move with me. Given her value, I can't shirk it naturally.

"I also want to know what monsters are in the third graffiti room," she said.

"You didn't open it?"

"Do you think I'm that stupid? A bunch of bugs, a female ghost, and a monster that can transform, have enough headaches."

"How did the monster that became *human come from?" I asked in surprise.

"Who knows." Marceau gave me an innocent look. "I saw a girl and ran into it when I caught up."

"Girl? I've encountered it too, I told you." I described the look of the girl I had met, and it turned out that the two of us were probably the same person.

"I also met a boy." I said

"I know this. It's a pity that I didn't see him." Marceau said, "I hope I can figure out what is going on. Who are they? What are they doing here?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a fairy from a mental hospital." To relax, I said jokingly.

"This is not funny at all."

Along the way, we exchanged information with each other. By the way, we relaxed and said some witty words. The gloomy corridors were too depressing. I was prepared to encounter monsters, but arrived at the destination very smoothly. To my surprise, the new graffiti room turned out to be in a female toilet. Although I don't think there are anyone else in this building besides me and Marceau, I still hesitated when I saw the female sign on the wall of the toilet.

Probably because of the feelings of the scene, some embarrassing memories came out of my mind. It was before entering the fourth grade of elementary school. I was encouraged by my friends at that time and ran into the women's toilet together to make trouble, but was caught by the young female teacher who was going to the toilet. I will never forget the feeling of stepping on the tail of a tiger when we kicked the toilet door and found that there was someone inside, who was still a familiar teacher.

It's a dark history that can't bear to look back. Since then, my friends and I have avoided the female teacher every day.

"What's the matter?" Marceau realized that I hadn't followed up with Ranwen Novel.com, and couldn't help but look back, "Have you never been in the women's toilet?"

"No..." I said without confidence.

"Then come in for a visit, it's free." Marceau blinked slyly. "Don't worry, I won't laugh at you or tell others."

"I am not afraid of you telling others"

"Then what do you stay there for?"

"I just want to brew my mood for a while."

I found a bad excuse and walked into the toilet cruelly. Alas, if only there was a cigarette.

Marceau stopped in front of a cubicle. I threw away the embarrassing memories of the women's toilet in my mind, cast my sight there, and immediately saw the graffiti and nicks on the toilet door.

The number engraved this time is 103. Graffiti is a guy in a female skirt running desperately, screaming in horror while looking back at the monster behind him. This monster is the same as the monsters in the previous two graffiti, with a big mouth, fangs and teeth, and looks like a person instead of a person. The victim is called a "guy" because although this person is wearing a skirt, he is more like a man, and he is a burly man with thick curly hair on his arms and chest.

"Is this guy a pervert?" Marceau muttered, frowning.

I also want to ask this sentence.

The man who was caught by a monster but smiled slyly.

Bald female patient tied to the cross.

A fugitive man disguised as a woman.

What do these graffiti mean? If these people are sacrifices, then their expressions, clothes, actions and scenes should all be meaningful. If I can figure out the meaning of this, I can use this law to find other people who may become sacrifices. If I can reproduce these patterns after waking up, I might be able to find out their identities, and then learn about their experiences in the mental hospital through other channels. Maybe some of them are acquaintances of Thomas and Engels.

But I can't do this. Information that is too complicated will become fragmented after awakening. I sometimes hope that I can be smarter.

If Sakiya was here...Suddenly, I thought about it, but then I interrupted it again.

There is a feeling of being watched behind.

Marceau and I turned around and looked at the entrance of the toilet together. The boy in the patient's robe stood there at some unknown time and stared at me. His eyes were indifferent and there was no life. The vitality is like a moving icy corpse.

"Who are you?" As I stared at him, I walked up to Marceau, turning the dagger at my fingertips.

The boy did not speak, staring at me with a certain power, making my armpits seep sweat.

The shadow behind the boy seemed to be squirming. No, it's really wriggling, it's a swarm of bugs

The swarms of insects that were once released in Room 107 rolled in the shadows. The shadows are like a net. They are trying to break free from the confinement of the giant black net~IndoMTL.com~ The boy lifted his lips. This time, I finally He heard his voice.

"Get out." His voice was calm, inorganic, and mechanical.

"You haven't answered my question by Ranwen Novel." I said.

Suddenly, the bug monsters broke free from the shadow of the shadows, and poured in from behind the boy overwhelmingly. The standing figure of the boy was like a rock, splitting the black worm in half. A worm jumped onto his body, only flowing into the toilet from both sides of him.

I know what to do.

I turned around and threw the dagger into Marceau's hands. Even if I'm gone, Quark can protect her. I opened my arms and stared at Marceau's horrified eyes. What I saw in there was not a bug, but a golden flame like flowing water.

In an instant, a scorching heat wave hit my back.

"I will be back." I yelled, the world before me melted in the light of flames.