Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 188: Passing the boundary gate
188 Crossing the Boundary Gate
Before the sound disappeared, in my vision, a sudden gust of wind tore through the gray fog. The misty sky of full-text novels (reading novels) was restored to lightning and thunder in a blink of an eye, like a mirror wiped away with dust with a cleaning cloth, shimmering with sharp and rich colors. My body seemed to be held in the air by this gust of wind, creating an illusion that was as light as a feather.
At the same time, the unnamed whistling hidden in the gray fog gradually disappeared with the sound of the wind.
It's like being blown away by the wind.
The black-robed people seemed to be stunned as well, standing one by one like wooden stakes on the spot. Although they couldn't see their faces, they could vaguely feel a certain panic in their eyes. I think there is only one reason for this emotion, and their tricks have failed.
Is this an unexpected change? I glanced at Fu Jiang, her body swaying, seeming to be blown down by the wind at any time. Her life...no, to be precise, the body that has been decided to discard is like a candle in the wind.
This fragile situation is really heartbreaking, after all, that body has been with me since the end of the offensive and defensive battle of the descending circuit. But I knew that it was not the real Fujiang, but just a remnant image before his death, taken from the enemy's body. Jiang is completely different from other beings. If you stick to the external form, you will lose more important things.
Now, she is inside me.
Forget it, let’s do it. Although the body of the female cadre from the Doomsday Truth looks very strong on the outside, there are huge hidden injuries and hidden dangers hidden in the internal organs and brain. These wounds may have been accumulated through fierce battles over the years. Maybe it was left after being eroded by Jiang. After this period of medical treatment and observation, even relying on Jiang's extraordinary blood to repair it, it seems that it can barely delay the time for the outbreak of the dark disease. In other words, this clever method of grabbing the body is just a link similar to a human experiment.
Fu Jiang personally told me these. Although there are many things that I can't understand, and I don't know what kind of mood she is in this body, but she is neither disgusted nor sad, this is not an illusion. Fu Jiang finally once existed in the form of an independent personality, which has not changed.
Forget it, let's do it, there are ten things in life that are unsatisfactory. Although if this body can survive, it will certainly be able to collect more information, but if you can't do it, you can't do it.
The enemy's potential power is stronger than I thought. This must be reported to the Security Bureau. This is the first priority.
So far, I will not forget all the victims, and I will not blame the enemy for being too strong. I have long understood that only by advancing in my own footsteps and not being overwhelmed by sorrow and pain can I become a true hero.
Jane, John, Trinity...
By the way, and Thomas.
Thomas?
The name flickered like a tiny spark in my mind. I suddenly realized that I and others seemed to have forgotten the man at some point. He is clearly with us, but where is he now?
Forgetting things that should not be forgotten, this feeling is really strange...
When did you ignore him? Also, where is he now?
My thoughts flashed by, and something seemed to break into my field of vision in the wind. I opened my eyes wide.
That seems to be ashes.
Yes, it's ashes
The ashes that were supposed to have dissipated came by the wind at the last moment. At that moment, the gray mist that was blown away by the wind was gathered by the force of the wind to form a huge cone-shaped tornado with the tip as its head. , Dragging his tail, with a forward momentum, hit the weird door in his breath.
This unusual movement pierced the fog of my mind like lightning. I remember, the last time I paid attention to Thomas was when we saw this door
Ignorance itself has caused a lack of intelligence, and because I can’t realize it, I can’t make up for it. To a certain extent, it fits my gambling conjecture better-a mortal ending, if there is a turning point, it must be beyond everyone's expectations-because everyone on the scene did not have an overview of the situation. Vision and sources of intelligence.
But, just like what I felt before, all I can do is to quietly observe this happening.
The words once heard from the cadres of the Doomsday Truth once again echoed in my ears: All the self-righteous struggles you have made are just the catalysts for the doomsday, and the doomsday cannot be resisted, just like the truth.
Although I don’t want to admit this statement, because it will destroy our belief that we have fought so far, but in the deepest part of my heart, in the deepest part of every member of the Security Bureau, have I already agreed with this statement?
In the three days of investigating the Tianmen Project, I have felt for the first time in the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, proud of the world, the strongest, abandons the young, the great 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 the imperial clan of Shao Da Zhou to such a strong throbbing. All seemingly accidental happened inevitably. in this way. This makes me have to recall the victory of the advent circuit offensive and defensive battle. Did that victory plant the seeds of advancing the doomsday in some unknown place?
Cyberball, Black Nest, Doomsday Truth, which one of the three beliefs is correct?
"Asshole"
Before I put all the thought fragments together, as if going backwards in time, the ashes hidden in the tip of the tornado hit the door and burst into flames. The length of the tornado was continuously compressed, and the gray mist turned into fuel, blowing the sparks on the ashes, and the fire changed from small to large. In this way, the ashes returned to the appearance of the photo during the burning.
Eileen’s photo was clinging to the door, but there was no sign of Ranwen Novel.com being swallowed by the door. The remaining gray fog was sucked into the photo.
Then, taking the edge of the photo as an example, countless loop-like patterns spread across the door, occupying the entire door in a blink of an eye.
Everything happened so fast that everyone could only stare at it dumbfounded.
I haven't fallen from the highest point yet, and the facade area centered on the photo rotates, dug a **** hole. A huge hand suddenly stretched out from the doorway and grasped me, who was in the air. This palm is so huge, I can only show my head, and the huge force squeezes my bones, and I seem to hear the creaking sound that is about to fall apart.
It hurts. What is this?
Just then, there was a cry of tearing and rolling thunder. I couldn't help turning my head to look around at the sound. In front of Fu Jiang's remaining body, the air rose slightly, and a figure nearly three meters high quickly became a real entity. The heavy rain swayed in the squally wind, slapped on the body, and then slid down along the lines of the muscles, highlighting the strength of the body.
It was a monster with a donkey-headed human body, an inverted triangle, stronger than any bodybuilder. The upper body was bound by a black chain, but the lower body was in the shape of reverse joints, and the lower legs were animal hoofs. Although he has only two arms like a human, his palm has only three fingers, holding a rusty and blood-stained trident. There is also a pair of bat wings behind them, flapping forcefully, floating in the air less than one meter from the ground in a heavy posture.
It stared at me, rather, stared at the giant hand that grabbed me, and let out a hoarse and harsh roar again.
"What's going on?" The black-robed man seemed to nervously forget the language of his organization, and uttered a sorrow that I could understand.
"Why did the donkey lock appear in this place?
"Come on, get out of here, slow down, don’t make any noises." The black-robed man no longer insisted on supporting Fu Jiang standing in front of the donkey-headed human monster, fearing to startle the monster, suppressing the panic and fear in his heart, cautiously Spread around. It seems to them that this monster of unknown origin is not a friendly friend.
"What about Little Sent? How could he release the donkey lock?" This was the last familiar word I heard, and then, these black-robed men seemed to come back to their senses, muttering that again. A language that only they can understand.
When the donkey lock appeared, the giant hand paused abnormally, and the cave where it protruded was shrinking. In my sense, it seemed to be trying to eliminate the intruder, giving it tremendous pressure.
This situation can't help but make me think that this giant hand comes from the nightmare world where Irene is, and this door is a device that connects the two nightmare worlds, but it doesn't seem to be perfect.
The photo of Irene seems to serve as a kind of temporary key. Does this mean that the me who brought it to this world is nothing but a messenger?
The donkey lock wanted to fly up and attack this hand, but Fu Jiang pulled his legs underneath. It looked down, and hit Fu Jiang's completely dead gray face. When it raised the trident in its hands like a demonstration, Fujiang's body began to disintegrate, and it looked like it had melted. The muscles, skin and organs became huge blood clots, and the bone spurs that penetrated the body fell into the pool of blood one by one. . But it was this blood-colored thick liquid that was full of viscosity, which made the donkey lock unable to fly at all. Even if it was attacked with a trident, it seemed to have no effect.
Taking this opportunity, I was struggling to grab my giant hand and drew back behind the door.
My vision was plunged into darkness, and the gripping power disappeared after the darkness struck, and I felt myself falling continuously towards the endless abyss.
I feel that I didn't close my eyes during this process, but there was still a kind of throbbing that gave me the urge to open my eyes, and it really opened. It was as if the second eyelid was opened, the flashing light came into view, and the huge roof seemed to be spinning. This kind of feeling is like my soul fell into my original body after falling.
Although I was a little dizzy, I immediately lifted my body from the ground. This is...
In the church-like hall, thunder and lightning flashed outside, and not far in front, stood a statue of the Virgin Mary. Occasionally, lightning shone from the skylight, branding the light of a deformed cross on her feet.
There is no mistake on the Ranwen Novel Network, this is the inside of the mental hospital. As I had originally imagined, that door connects two different nightmare worlds. It's like waking up from a nightmare, only to find that I am still in another nightmare.
Nightmare among nightmares.
I stroked my wrist and body, and found that the places that had been wet in heavy rain before were all dry, and the parts that had caused minor injuries in the fight became intact. I thought of the giant hand that captured myself again. What is its body? There are as many things that cannot be confirmed as those that have already been confirmed. In any case, we must quickly find Marceau and let Sauron send me out.
This is not as dangerous as the last nightmare world, but it is definitely not without the possibility of death.
I patted my cheek vigorously and **** my tangled hair again. Speaking of which, swallowing Fu Jiang's slippery eyeballs into his stomach, the weird feeling still remains in the stomach or in the intestines. I think I will be unable to eat for a long time.
I entered the psychiatric hospital with ease and stood on the long corridor. The light was dim as always, and the scenery was full of dusk, restraint and depression, but it was more reassuring than the vast world full of fog and heavy rain. Although there have also been many troublesome and thrilling things here, at least Marceau is still alive. In another nightmare, I was unable to protect those women and children.
I habitually come to the door of Room 107, the door is open. I don't know what I expect to encounter, monster? New victim? Or the girl? There was only an uninhabited room in front of me. I walked in and closed the door easily. All this was a kind of intuition at work.
I stared at the glass window for a long time, but the pale man's face did not appear, instead a slight door opened from behind.
Yeah----
The figure leaked in from the crack in the door following the light.
I was mentally prepared for a long time, but when I saw the person coming, I couldn't help but froze for a while. The other party also stared at me with a surprised look. She carried a self-made simple spear in her hand, and a black crow stood on her shoulder. Only a large pale yellow hood was left on her upper body. A large piece of healthy and plump flesh is full of sensual temptation, and the shirt is tied at the waist to act as an outer skirt. Although this look is sexy, it also looks embarrassed, and there are no shortage of wounds and bandages on the exposed skin.
This woman is not the girl who looks like Irene, but Marceau. Her astonishment subsided immediately, instead she put on a wary look.
"Is that you? Crow?"
I know why she has this kind of reaction that rejects people thousands of miles away. In this nightmare world, there will be a monster that transforms into an acquaintance of the victim. Last time, the monster was killed by me and her, but Marceau's current appearance tells me clearly that it reappeared in front of Marceau during the period of my absence.
Because the monster seems to be able to acquire the prey’s thinking to a certain extent, but on the other hand it is not very smart. When it uses words to trick the prey, it will not say things that the prey does not know. After understanding this, this monster is easier to solve than other monsters. Therefore, if I want to prove that I am the real person, I have to say something that the other party does not know.
"It's really me, Marceau." I said, "I just came back from another nightmare. Maybe I can't stay here for too long."
As soon as I finished speaking, quark flapped its wings and flew over Marceau's shoulder and landed in the palm of my hand. It turned its head spiritually, staring at me with heavy eyes, flashing like a camera lens.
I thought I would have to explain a few more words before Marceau would believe it, but when she saw the quark fall on me, her tight expression immediately disintegrated. With a relieved expression, Marceau came up briskly and hugged me hard. Although we only met last night, we both had a long-lost emotion inexplicably at this time.
Probably in this world, every second of experience is many times richer than in reality, so that the amount of information is almost unbearable.
For someone else, I must have gone crazy a long time ago, or died in a monster's attack.
Marceau can survive, aside from my help, she has also made a lot of efforts herself, this is the most critical place.
"I'm so happy to see you." The squeeze of Marceau's chest became clearer because of the reduction of clothing. She embraced my strength tightly, and the trembling voice was full of rich emotions. The rich and intense emotions from her also reminded me of the faces of Jane, John, and Trinity again, and I couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in my heart.
I’m like a child who has managed to get out of failure and predicament. I just buried my head on her shoulders and hugged her silently for a long time, deriving the trace of comfort from her body temperature. .
"You are so gullible, you should ask me a few more words, shouldn't you?" I patted her back lightly.
"It's okay, this crow is very smart." Marceau let go of me~IndoMTL.com~ lightly scratched the down feathers on the quark's neck with his fingers, "A few times ago, the monster became yours. It looks like, but it was instantly seen through. If it weren't the real owner, I don't think it would be so intimate. By the way, what's its name?"
"Quark." I stroked the top of the crow's head appreciatively, "It's called quark, and it's my partner."
"What a strange name." Marceau laughed affectionately.
The impatience in my heart was gradually dissipated by her smile. Speaking of which, I still don't know why she came to this room.
"You seem to be in a hurry, can't you accompany me for a while?" Marceau said before I could speak: "Also, you just said to come back from another nightmare? What does that mean?"
Marceau has been staring at my eyes. This is a common problem of all psychologists. They believe that human eyes reveal more information than their mouths. This kind of gaze that attempts to explore the truth of others’ hearts always appears sharp. It also makes ordinary people feel distraught and irresistible like a confession agent. Fu Jiang and Jung both had such a pair of eyes.
"It's a long story." I pursed my lips in embarrassment. This is not an excuse.