Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 177: Possibility

Those tortures that seemed to come from the depths of **** almost ran out of my patience. I only felt that there was a cloud of anger in my heart that I could not vent, because this anger was not directed at others, but at myself. Ad-free ~ Reading Network) I can’t make a choice in the confrontation of the mind. Although I know that this confrontation is meaningless, and there is no reason for burning novels, I would never cling to this kind of thing, but I don’t know that suddenly What happened in the meantime, this question was turned into a steel pin, and it followed him like a shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it anyway.

I understand, I understand it's not Saya's fault.

Something must have happened to me that made me paranoid about this kind of thinking. This is not my intention, but a will imposed on me.

Yes, if I say what is the difference between me now and me before, what is the difference between me today and me yesterday......

I lifted my left wrist and stared at the third-level magic pattern, which is no different from its usual state. However, if this kind of torture about the doomsday did not come from my will, it might only come from the will lodged in the magic veins.

Is this a god, or a devil's test of me? Will every Mageweave messenger endure this kind of spiritual torture at some point?

In the morning light, the magic veins flowed with a faint gray luster. The voice still lingered, but when I stared at the magic pattern intently, the feeling of the stormy sea gradually subsided, just like the wind blowing across the treetops.

It seems to say: Mankind, are you looking forward to the end?

I stood in front of the window for a long time, and when I closed my eyes, the warm sunlight still brightened my eyes. I listened to the sound of the wind passing my ears, the birds' chants, and felt the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne, the god, the world, the strongest, abandons the young, the big, the king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne Seeking the devil, proud of the world, the strongest of the nine layers The scent of water mist floating from the distant Pinghu by the imperial clan of Abandoned Shao Da Zhou seemed to be flowing in the soul. There was the sound of bowls and scoops in the kitchen, and the aroma of breakfast spread.

I suddenly feel happy.

If there is no Doomsday, maybe the people I love will wake up every day and feel the martial universe. The king of the Great Zhou Dynasty will kill the gods at night, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, proud of the world, the strongest in the Ninth Heaven The Throne of God Seals asks the Devil Ao Shi Ninth Heaven to be the strongest and abandon the Emperor of Shao Da Zhou to such happiness. Will not be afraid of the coming of the end, and will not be displaced because of the coming of the end. Ah, what a beautiful scene, even if there is no Ranwen Novel Network in it.

As if in the immersive happiness, there was a sorrow welling up in my heart, and tears couldn't help streaming down. Sorrow melted into the tears and flowed out, leaving only a faint happiness in my heart, like the calm and beautiful morning like a jewel .

Yes, I think I can answer.

If you can choose...

"A Chuan?" Fu Jiang's voice came from the stairs.

I turned my head, realized the tears on my face, and quickly wiped it with my hand.

"You cried." Fu Jiang's face was full of confusion: "Why are you crying? A Chuan."

"It's nothing, it's just that my eyes are stabbed by the sun." I prevaricate.

"You are lying, you know, no one can fool me." Fu Jiang walked up to me, grabbed my shoulder, and stared at my twinkling eyes, "I feel your sadness , Tell me, what happened?"

"Ajiang, do you like doomsday?" I just asked.

"Why not?" Fujiang's answer seemed unexpected, but reasonable, "Isn't it interesting?"

"However, if there is no Ranwen Novel.com Doomsday, maybe you will be happier than you are now."

"Maybe, who knows?" Tomoe seemed to be very uncomfortable with this statement, "It may be that way, or it may not be, but I still think that life like that is too boring. I like the current life, you Don't you like it? Achuan."

I cannot answer her. The current life is full of excitement, causing many people to encounter sad and painful things, and the future is also full of despair and hopelessness, but if you say that you don't like it at all, it must be a lie. The problem is that if I admit that I like it, it will make me feel that my happiness is above the suffering of others. So, I can't say frankly, I like my life now.

But, this is my life now, isn't it? Gaochuan, you don't have the choice of Ranwen Novel. I told myself that.

"I love you, A Jiang. I still love many people, those who are still alive and those who have died." I said to Fu Jiang, "I hope to be with you forever. I am very happy to meet They, this is my happiness."

"Me too." Fu Jiang hugged me in his arms. "It is not always a bad thing to have no choice. Don't make a choice, this is a happy thing. No matter when, I will be by your side. I just want to tell you that I am very happy when you are together."

"I know, I know..." I hugged Fu Jiang, feeling as if I had gone through a tragic cycle, and my throat was choked to make no sound.

I can still hear the breeze passing by in my mind. Maybe it will never disappear. In some days in the future, whenever I am alone, it will continue to torture my soul. . But I am not afraid anymore, I will not try to make myself ignore it, but I also know that I don't have to resist it. Sometimes, silence is the best answer.

Life is not fair to everyone, and there is no reason for burning novels, and the ground is muddy. But everyone has different ways to step through the thorny thorns ahead. Don't be afraid of being stung and bruised, no matter if you roar or be silent, as long as you move forward firmly, you will get out of your own way.

This torturous voice may be the voice of gods and demons, or it may be my own voice. Perhaps, owning it is a kind of pain, because it makes one have to see oneself clearly, but losing it will never notice those precious and happy things for oneself.

Those wishes and self-esteem sometimes seem ridiculous, but at least they support me not to fall.

I have a very important and urgent thing to do. I want to tell Sakuya in the bathroom immediately. I gave Fu Jiang a strong hug, let go of her and rushed into the kitchen. I couldn't see Sakuya, and there was no one in the kitchen. I saw the toilet door closed, but without thinking about anything, I suddenly pulled it open. Sakuya was sitting on the toilet, her underwear on her calf, with a look of astonishment on her face, staring at me with wide-eyed eyes.

"I have something to tell you." I looked her eyes straight and said to her loudly.

"Wh, what?" Sakiya's voice trembled a little.

I took a deep breath.

"I want to be a hero, because I love you so much and I want you to be happy." I said, "Maybe I can't choose who I become, but at least, I will protect you."

"Oh...oh. Thank you, Agawa." Sakiya said in a sleepwalking state. Suddenly, her face flushed, and she hung her head on her chest. Suddenly she covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders couldn't hold her back. Trembling, the voice became as small as a mosquito, "You, when are you going to stand there?"

When she said that, I realized that I was staring at a girl going to the bathroom. The explosive mood suddenly solidified, my mind went blank, and I took a step back in silence to help her close the toilet door. When the door lock slammed shut, my body suddenly lost all strength, and I had to lean on the door to slide and sit on the ground.

The look and expression of Sakiya sitting on the toilet came out in front of my eyes. A scorching air stream surged over my heart, cheeks, forehead and ear roots, as if my hair was about to burn. Gao Chuan, what did you do? Really stupid, idiot, and shameless. The embarrassment echoed in my mind. I covered my eyes. I really didn't know how to face Sakiya later, so I just got down to the ground.

"It seems that something interesting has happened." Fu Jiang snuggled up by the kitchen door, looking towards this, with a weird expression on his face, "I'm jealous, A Chuan, you have never been so fierce to me. "

"Let me go, A Jiang." I smiled bitterly, who knows what I am going crazy.

Until the end of breakfast, Sakuya still shut herself in the toilet and did not come out. I think if I continue to stay in the house, Sakiya might not come out all day. Fu Jiang and I had to go ahead. When we arrived at the villa headquarters, we were still half an hour away from normal working hours.

Fu Jiang and I copied the inferences in the notebook in our office. These materials are extra and very important. We will discuss them in the meeting later. As for the information obtained from Thomas, Jung will sort it out. Someone knocked on the door a few times. I remember that the door was not on the Ranwen Novel Gateway. Looking back, it turned out to be Bach.

"You guys came really early." His eye circles were a little dark, he should have stayed up late, but he looked good.

"You don't look very good." I told the truth, "Did you sleep last night?"

"As you explained, the names in the diary were screened out and cross-searched with the local criminal files to find similar characteristics of the deceased." He said, "I have done it, and the information is here."

Speaking, he took a copy from the portfolio. I quickly walked over and looked at it on the spot.

"I think it’s a part-time job. There is nothing worth studying. The blood type, birthday, life experience, and professional structure of these people are very messy. Place. If they are sacrifices, maybe anyone can."

Just like Bach said, the files that these people can find have no rules. They are all ordinary people, including businessmen, ordinary people, criminals, and patients. They either travel locally or come to recuperate. Criminals are also ordinary prisoners. There are also petty thefts, drug-taking and murderers. They are regarded as mentally ill. They were sentenced by the county government and escorted to a mental hospital ten years ago. These people did not appear after the fire. Can’t tell if he was killed in the fire.

Everything is too normal.

The deceased who have appeared in the past ten years have also been the same, and there is no characteristic that Ranwen.com has shown regularity, which may be associated with "sacrifice."

"Is it all here?" I asked.

"There are still some that are really impossible to find. They may be homeless people or something." Bach rubbed his temples with his thumb, looking tired, "I think the so-called sacrifices are actually random. In other words. , Anyone can. The law may not be on them, but the ritual itself. Moreover, the fire that year destroyed the information very cleanly. If we say that they reformed the victim in some way to make it a sacrifice. Request, we also have no way of knowing what they did."

"No matter what you do, it is a spiritual and psychological transformation." I am very positive about that.

"It's too easy to mentally and psychologically destroy patients in a mental hospital." Bach smiled bitterly. "The messengers behind the scenes are very shrewd. They might have expected that they would use a fire to transfer themselves to the dark. Department. I don’t know who was the victory for the destruction of the mental hospital."

"I have some information here, I think you can refer to it." I glanced at Fu Jiang, and she walked over and gave the hot information that had just been copied to Bach.

Bach stood by the door and flipped through without saying a word. First, he hurriedly looked to one side, then turned his head, and jumped and carefully looked at a few places, his face gradually became surprised, and his brows couldn't help but frown.

"How credible is this information?" he asked, looking up at me.

"I don’t know, I’m not as professional as you guys." I shrugged, "I believe in my own judgment. But if I’m confident, I really can’t assert that it’s correct. I’m just seeing what I’ve seen and listening Write down what you arrive and what you think of. The rest is up to you experts."

"Oh, my goodness" Bach's expression became more and more distressed, "I'm just a computer expert. Leave this to Jung and Locke."

"Anyone can do it. If Jung said yes, that would be great. But I think I can prove the identity of a few people now."

"Girls, boys and pale faces, Irene, Munch, Sauron, and Sent?" Bach also noticed: "We don't have photos of Irene when she was a child, but we can use related software to do it. Look back. In the same way, after setting certain conditions, you can also get the looks of Munch and Sent under certain circumstances. As for Sauron, his information in the mental hospital has also been destroyed, and we have not been able to find it. In his identity, he seems to have suddenly emerged from the mountain."

"I think you can perform a wide range of searches based on the description in the data. Lock his appearance and age group."

"Do you know how many mentally ill boys like this description are in Europe? Maybe his information is not in the archives at all."

"Can you tell his nationality? Where does he look like?" I said.

"Shepherd dogs and magicians are better at these questions than me." Bach replied.

Sheepdogs are said to be secret agents, and magicians are veterans of world tour performances. They have been to many places and have seen the customs of different countries. According to the appearance, behavior and clothing characteristics of strangers, they are the origins of these people. It’s a good show. Bach told me that in the past two days, they have been in public competitions, identifying the host and guest identities, hometown and nationality in the apartment on the top of the mountain. This magical ability makes them better than the sweet-looking Dada who is good at interpersonal communication in the apartment. Also popular.

"Well, this matter will not start after the meeting." I said.

"Do you think Jung will pass this document?" Bach stared at me suspiciously.

"Of course, I'm the only one who can enter the dream here." I said without doubt: "And you also said that it is not difficult to confirm the identities of the three ghosts."

At the last second of the regular meeting, Sakiya hurried into the meeting room with her head down. My eyes met her, and immediately felt embarrassed steam. She sat down beside Bajing, the unnatural flush on her face was immediately noticed by the other party, and Bajing glanced at me sensitively.

I felt her eyes fall on me. I pretended not to know, staring straight at the information in my hands, not to mention how nervous I was. I don't want this embarrassment to be known to others. What makes me a little relieved is that Sakiya is not a girl who will tell others about this kind of thing.

The content of the report differs greatly from what I talked about in the nightclub last night. The focus of the meeting is still the dream content I compiled. Regarding my inference, others did not comment on Ranwen Novel. However, as I expected, Jung asked Bach to confirm the identities of the girl, the boy, and the pale face.

"Crow, don't try to infer them in reality from the performance of those in the dream." Jung reminded: "If this dream is really a product of the Heavenly Gate Project, and those things in the dream are the so-called thoughts. , Then they have been distorted."

"According to the appearance described by the crow, although it is not possible to tell who the prototype of the monster is, the boy Sauron may be German." The shepherd dog and the magician looked at each other and said tacitly.

"German?" Locke repeated.

"Obviously German."

"German boy, he was fourteen or five years old at the time of the incident. He should be in a good family situation. The mental illness history can also be preliminarily inferred from the diary he left. Although his information at the mountaintop mental hospital was burned~IndoMTL.com~ But since I am a mental patient, I may have stayed in other mental hospitals, and the files should not be difficult to find." Dada said.

"Well, I will try my best. The last screening item is set as the transfer certificate, okay?" Bach said.

"Excuse me, Bach." Jung nodded, "Then, Locke, Marceau said he was outside the apartment and was hijacked by a taxi from the apartment. Do you have an impression of this taxi and the driver? Isn’t he? He may be a tenant of the apartment, and he is from the town, and he has a good personal relationship with Little Sent."

"Do you suspect that he is a member of that mysterious organization?" Locke looked at Jung.

Jung did not speak from Ranwen.com, just silently watching the information in his hand.

"Well, let’s assume that the Crow’s information is 100% correct. At least we can think that the control of the dream is not in the hands of the same person." Locke analyzed: "In other words, suppose that the boy is Sauron. So ten years ago, the struggle between the townspeople led by Sauron and Engels and Munch and Sent who carried out the Tianmen Project... and the mysterious organization continued in their dreams. This can explain why these ten During the years, the town was calm on the surface, because the battle shifted from reality to the spiritual world."V