Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 182: Misted World II

182 Misty World 2

Even though I was pointed at with a gun, Sent always seemed to be confident. Sailing Novels ~ Reading Novels on the Internet [--

-] Free text update! (Qihang Novel ~ Online Novel) I think he is betting that I dare not shoot. If I shoot, it will alarm Marseilles. For Marseille, Sent is his relative. Does he think we don't want to be enemies of Marseille? Or, he wants Marseille to no longer trust us? But on the other hand, I think it's not just that, I want to try it, besides Marseille, what else does he have to rely on.

This is a way of thinking. If Sent is dead, it proves that he may not be the focus of this incident. If he is, then his death is our victory. Conversely, if he survives in the Jedi, we can find out the power behind him.

I look at Fu Jiang, I know we have a sharp heart, and she can read my thoughts from my eyes. Sure enough, she nodded gently.

"What if I say no? What are you going to do? Kill me? Threat me? Torture me?" Sent's tone was confident and full of mockery: "Can you do it?"

"Want to try?" I whispered in his ear: "I count three times. If you don't come up with something useful, I will open a scoop on your forehead."

"Try it. I'm a businessman and won't be in a loss-making business." Little Sent said indifferently: "You know, even if I die, it won't affect our plan. And, you dare to be in Marseilles Kill me in front of you?"

"I'm not sure about this. Sometimes I have to take a bet." I buckled the hammer of the revolver and pressed it against the back of his head, "Go ahead, one"

Little Sent was motionless.

"Two"

Only the sound of wind blowing through the treetops.

"Three"

The world seems to have stopped.

I pulled the trigger, and the sound of gunfire shattered the silent world. I clearly saw the blood blossoms blooming on Little Sent's head, and his body was like an off-line puppet, falling forward softly to the ground.

The echo of the gunfire gradually subsided, and a pool of blood stains spread on the soft soil and leaves. I sniffed the smell of gunpowder from the muzzle and stared at the body of Little Sent. How was he killed by me? However, if he died like this, it would only prove that he was not a vital person. Even if Jiangsu inside his body wakes up and erodes his body, he won't get any critical information. Besides, Jiang seems to have no interest in this guy's sex.

"Something is wrong." Tomoe said suddenly, "It's too quiet."

I have also noticed. It seems that after the gunshot, the air surrounding us has undergone an inexplicable change.

Fu Jiang's gaze crossed my shoulders and toward the direction of the cemetery. She said, "Marseille is gone."

I turned my head. There was indeed a figure in front of the tombstones of Irene and Munch. In such a short period of time, even if Marseilles noticed our behavior, it was impossible to escape too far. What's wrong here, thinking about this, my eyes suddenly darkened, as if time was passing fast, and the sun was sinking quickly to the other side of the ridge. I looked up and found that the clear sky was already covered with clouds at some point. The huge shadows came not only from the sky, but also from the mist gradually filling the woods.

The fog is becoming thick, like ashes after being burned. Then, I smelled the smell of fireworks. I don't know where the fire started, and the gloomy sky seemed to be thrown into the stove. There is no net wind, but the cold and dryness alternate.

Fu Jiang came over, stood with me back to back, and looked around vigilantly. Except for our own voice, the world is so quiet that it seems to have lost its life.

Suddenly a curious sound came from our feet, and Fu Jiang and I immediately looked at where the sound came from. Little Sent’s body was still crawling on the ground, but his pierced head creaked 180 degrees like a puppet, and the blood mixed with white liquid flowed down the bridge of his nose, using a Staring at me with weird eyes.

"I said, if you can't do it, I won't die." His eyes opened wide, and his smirking mouth cracked almost to the base of his ears, looking extremely hideous, losing his human shape, "in Wander in the nightmare, stupid soul."

After that, there seems to be a gust of wind, and my body doesn't feel like being blown, but this corpse is like sand, being blown away by the wind little by little.

Now we know why Little Sent is confident, and what supports him is the power of the Heavenly Gate Project. They did not waste these ten years of time by Ranwen.com. In the information we have collected, only sacrifices will enter the world of nightmares. However, now, Little Sent seems to have mastered this power.

I don't know when he moved his hands and feet. Thinking back to his behavior before the bullet hit, he just stood there without any special language and behavior.

But as he said, we have fallen into a world of nightmares. Everything around me is rapidly transforming into the environment I am familiar with. This transition is so smooth, like an accelerated evolution. I looked at my hands, not only the magic lines, but also the revolver in my hands disappeared. When I looked at Fu Jiang again, there were no scars on her face, and her **** became more abundant. It seems that Fu Jiang has not realized that Ranwen Novel.com is not the body of the lady official of the Doomsday Truth, but her original posture.

Looking nostalgic.

"What's the matter? Achuan." She was a little confused, "Is there something wrong with me?" She looked down at herself, and immediately noticed it. Her hands hesitantly fumbled on her body, her thighs, chest, face... and then a surprised look appeared on her face.

"I...have changed back?"

"Perhaps in this spiritual world, everyone will appear in her most authentic posture." I guessed.

"This is really great." Tomoe shook his neck, clenched his fists, and made the sound of joints rubbing, "To be honest, I'm tired of that body. Unfortunately, under normal circumstances. Under the circumstances, personality can only exist by relying on **."

"Can't you come back? A Jiang."

I know she understands what I mean. After Fu Jiang obtained the body of the lady official of the Doomsday Truth, he has become a completely independent existence, but how long can this independence be maintained? If that body dies, can Fu Jiang's personality still exist?

"This is just an experiment. Don't worry, Achuan, all mature personalities have backups." Tomie shrugged and said, "The most important thing now is how can we leave this ghost place."

"It's not clear yet. I think the nightmare this time is a bit abnormal." My eyes fell in the depths of the dense fog, leading to the direction of the mental hospital, "There are some things, I must confirm."

"Then it will take some time." Fu Jiang picked up a branch from the ground, broke it hard, and the branch broke off. "It seems to be a bit different from the dream you mentioned before."

As she perceives, our location is outside the mental hospital. In the dream of last night, these places were in a static state, like an incomplete background, but now they are becoming vivid. Is this the perfection of the ritual, or is the world at this time not a continuation of last night's nightmare? To verify this, I must go back to the mental hospital.

I tried to summon quark, but there was no response from Ranwen.com. After losing the magic pattern, my telepathy seemed to be completely cut off. Now we don’t have any weapons. The only comfort is that the body in this spiritual world is still strong.

Fu Jiang and I each folded a thick branch to serve as a weapon. We didn't have the tools of burning novels, so we couldn't process this primitive weapon like we did in the Doomsday Fantasy.

The gray fog is thicker, and the outline of the mental hospital is no longer visible. In order to avoid getting lost in the thick fog, we decided to return to the cemetery and follow the pebble path to the mental hospital.

When we returned to the cemetery, we found that the pebble path disappeared and replaced by a natural mud path that was often stepped on. The cemetery is no longer well-organized, and it seems that it has been left unmanaged for a long time. The crude tombstones and crosses are skewed, and there are weeds everywhere, like a mass grave.

The tombstones of Irene, Munch and Sent also disappeared, replaced by a wooden cross of a certain deceased. Wipe off the black mud shell on it, and you will find that there is not even a name on it. Down. It seems that this place has also changed back to what it was ten years ago. In this way, perhaps the people buried in other tombs are not those who died later.

We visited the cemetery for a while and found many empty graves. The mud piled up on the side. There were no corpses inside. Some of them didn’t even have coffins. I don’t know if they have not been completed or were dug out. The deep fog gradually stabilized at a certain level, and only a hazy outline remained in the scenery ten meters away. We were about to leave, when the sky suddenly fell into the rain. Thunder and lightning suddenly cut through the sky, and suddenly in the bright dense fog, a figure in front of him rushed into the woods, causing a commotion.

Because of the fog, there is no Ranwen Novel.com to see if the person is someone we know, nor is it clear about his gender and age, but he can be heard from the commotion, and the person looks extremely panicked.

Maybe someone who is trapped in a nightmare like us.

"Hey wait" I cried, but the man didn't seem to hear, and the sound of movement gradually faded away.

"Catch up?" I suggested.

Fujiang nodded, and we rushed into the woods cautiously. At first, I was worried about getting lost, so I walked along the natural trail, but after a certain distance, the natural trail that was stepped on by people disappeared. I have only seen the outline of a shadowy tree hidden in the mist, and I can no longer see the cemetery. The rain gradually increased, breaking through the cover of the treetops, making heavy and dense flapping noises. We were soaked and uncomfortable with our clothes sticking to our bodies, and the ground became muddy and slippery because of the soaking.

The previous sound of the person running has long since disappeared, and the memory of the direction has also become blurred. After walking for a while, there are still woods and rocks around, and there is no sign of the burning novel net returning to the main road. No matter how cautious we are, we are finally lost. Everything in the woods is very beautiful, only the sound of thunder and rain surrounds us, and the scenery ten meters away is hidden in darkness and haziness, only becoming brighter by the occasional lightning.

No monsters and humans attacked us, but we couldn’t find a way to leave. We turned around like a headless fly, and there were similar monotonous scenery everywhere. I started to feel tired, not from* *, but from the spirit. I think we are heading in the right direction. Judging by the sloping terrain, you will arrive at the mental hospital if you walk up, and you will enter the town if you walk down. This is not wrong. But we can't leave this woods anyway. We know that the mental hospital is there, but the distance between the hospital, the town and the cemetery seems to have expanded invisibly.

For a while, we observed whether the surrounding scenery was the same, and then left marks on tree trunks and rocks so that we could determine whether we were spinning in place. However, it is regrettable that we have never found traces left by Ranwen Novel.com. Just when I was discouraged, Fu Jiang suddenly noticed something and speeded up his pace to move forward.

I hurriedly followed her to the edge of a cliff cave that was sunken inward.

"Hide out of the rain here." She suggested.

I didn't think I could continue to toss like this, so I went into the cliff with her. This cave can accommodate two people, and the depth of the depression is only one meter, but a rock above the head crosses out, blocking the rain like an eave. Fujiang and I took off our soaked clothes and twisted them to dry. I felt that a certain part of the clothes felt a little hard to the touch. I couldn't help but fumble, and accidentally found a wrinkled photo in my pocket.

I quickly unfolded the photo. It was the photo that Irene had taken in the mental hospital that I had seen before. A fiery woman hugged me from behind, and I clearly felt the fullness of my back squeezed.

"Isn't this picture in the hands of the owner of the optical shop?" Fu Jiang said suspiciously.

I turned the photo over, and Guo Zhuang said the same handwriting: Who can see the true self? That is an abominable demon. -Irene @玛尔琼斯, 1983.

This photo has also appeared in my nightmares several times before. I have always been confused and felt that it has a different meaning, but what does it represent?

I turned the photo back to the front again, trying to find clues that might be hidden in it. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Irene in the photo seems to have become younger.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at the woman in the photo while the lightning pierced the dark clouds.

It is not an illusion, she has indeed become younger, and she is getting younger at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, that face has changed from mature to green, becoming a young girl in the blooming season.

As if I could no longer bear the friction of going back in time, the photo suddenly burned from the upper right corner. I wanted to extinguish the flame, but in the blink of an eye, the raging flame swallowed the entire photo, forcing me to let go.

The photo turned into fly ash in mid-air, swept by the wind, and the ashes swarmed in one direction. Maybe it was an illusion. I always felt that the whereabouts of the ashes was not accidental. I pulled up Fu Jiang, without putting on clothes, just ran along the direction of the ashes.

When the ashes completely disappeared in the wind, a dragon-like silhouette faintly appeared in the fog ahead. With the help of a flash of thunder, we can see clearly that it is a highway. Right in front of us, there was a person standing under the stop sign on the highway. The man turned his back to us and didn't know what he was staring at, like a stone statue, looking very sluggish, but I didn't admit my mistake, he was indeed a living human being.

Fu Jiang and I quickly put on our coats and hurried over there. We did not cover up our actions, and even deliberately made the sound of movement in the puddles and broken branches and leaves, but the man turned a deaf ear and didn't move his body. As the distance approached, I began to feel that the back figure was a bit familiar, as if it was a certain man I knew.

"Hey" I yelled at the man.

He doesn't have a network manager for Ranwen Novels.

I patted my hand on his shoulder, and he jumped forward like an electric shock. When he turned around, his thin and pale face looked terrified, almost screaming, but he squeezed his palm. In his mouth, he made a **** ho sound.

"You..." The man stared at my face, his expression eased for a long while, and he took his palm out of his mouth, panting heavily, "Oh, it's you. God, don't scare me."

"I have called you." I looked at him, and said in confusion: "Excuse me, have we met somewhere?"

The man was stunned for a while, he looked down at himself, then moved his gaze to Fu Jiang, a color of doubt appeared in the deep eye sockets.

"You are from the Intelligence Bureau, aren't you?" He turned his gaze back to me and said, "I am Thomas."

What he said~IndoMTL.com~I immediately connected his facial features with the impression of Thomas. Because of the rain, his messy hair became docile, the big beard around his mouth was no longer there, and his clothes were neat and tidy, so he couldn't recognize him at first. However, at this time Thomas's sunken eye sockets were not only decadent, but also a nervous panic. It makes me feel that it is a miracle that he can talk to us normally. What happened to him?

"Sorry, your appearance is different from the last time you met." I said, "What are you doing here? Thomas."

"I should ask you this sentence." Thomas exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Before I had time to answer, Fu Jiang suddenly pushed my shoulder and motioned me to look at the place Thomas was looking at before. I looked in the direction of Fu Jiang’s fingers, and saw a bottomless gully cut off one side of the road, which meant that we could no longer go down the mountain unless we re-entered the dense forest.

"What's the matter?" I looked at Thomas, who also looked sad, but I thought he knew what was going on.

My gaze fell on the stop sign next to me again, and I saw it read: Peak Mental Hospital, 1,500 meters.