Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 306: Ghost card

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I was surrounded by darkness, but I did not lose consciousness. All text and no ads, I never feel pain anymore, as if my body was blown into charcoal by a gray fog spell a second ago, it was just a nightmare, but I knew it was not an illusion, but this darkness means that people will come after death Where to go? In this silent darkness, I don't know what to do, and I don't know where to go. I can't see my body, nor touch anything, there is nothing but me. I thought, let's go forward. Just when I thought about it, a light spot appeared in front of me.

I looked at the light spot in astonishment. It was clear that I hadn't moved yet, but it was getting bigger and bigger, as if it was coming towards me from a distance. I felt this momentum rushing towards me, the light eroded the darkness, and the strong light made me want to cover my eyes. After a few breaths, the light swept past me, completely driving the darkness away, and there was also a noisy noise.

I opened my eyes that were sore by the light, and what appeared before my eyes turned out to be a scene of a bustling city. I turned around with disbelief, and accidentally collided with the passing pedestrians. The man just glanced at me and then walked away in my apology. I realized that I was standing on the stairs of an overpass, and hurriedly walked up the overpass with the flow of people, and hurriedly found a place on the guardrail of the overpass, and stepped up to look at everything in front of me.

The spacious two-lane road at the foot is full of traffic, and there are many shade trees planted on the sidewalk, and the wide canopy covers the shadows on the driveway. A passerby rested and chatted on a bench under a tree, a large parasol was erected in front of a cold drink shop not far away, a woman took her pet dog out of her seat, and immediately another couple sat down. The shops around are lined up with customers coming and going. The sound of conversation, music, advertisements and cars converged into a huge torrent, scouring this bustling neighborhood.

I don't know where I am. It is obviously a modern city, but it is not the city where I live. I wonder if this is the world after death, but I feel that I am not dead. So why did I appear in such a place? In spite of the crowded people around me, I felt a kind of loneliness and felt that there was no place for me to stand here. This is not where I should be. I thought of the gray-robed wizard and everyone who ran out of the warehouse. I couldn't help but feel a little worried and eager to return to them. But now, I don't know where I am, where I am going, and I can't find the way home.

I'm a bit at a loss, but the experience of traveling alone many times allowed me to quickly get rid of these useless emotions and come up with a few things that I should do now. Try to make a phone call to someone you know, no matter where you are, you should figure out where you are. I asked the people around me about the location of the Internet cafe, and the other person showed a look of embarrassment, and randomly said indifferently, "I don't know." Walked to the store.

I asked the salesperson at the counter about the Internet cafe. This time the other party thought for a while, and then pointed me uncertainly: "It seems to be there." I looked in the direction she was pointing. What I saw was a well-decorated five-story building, and the large letters on the sign indicated that it was a comprehensive gymnasium. However, I didn't doubt the words of the kind clerk. I walked towards there and touched my pockets. I couldn't help but slow down.

There is no money in my pocket. It's right to think about it. Although it looks like a living city, and you are also alive, the memory of being killed by the gray fog spell not long ago is still etched in your heart. Why can't this be the world after death? Not long ago, I was still in the darkness, but in a blink of an eye I came to a city of sunlight illuminated by the sun, which in itself is a weird thing. Is this complete and healthy body that I feel now a real body?

So, it is quite normal to have no money.

I'm a little embarrassed. Apart from clothes, I don't have any money or valuables. How should I spend tonight? As for the way to figure out where you are, just go to the library or a larger bookstore. No matter what, you can get information by chatting with others.

I asked the pedestrians again about the location of the destination, and it didn't take much time to learn that the destination was in the opposite direction, and I had to go back to the overpass. After thanking me, I turned back and walked back. The sun from above was shining fiercely and hot. I began to feel a bit dry and dry. I couldn't help but envy those people who could drink cold drinks under the shade of the trees and parasols.

Not a few steps away, I accidentally noticed that a dark shadow fell on the curved roof of the skybridge. When I looked over again, the dark shadow fluttered its wings and flew, I couldn't help being surprised. It turned out to be a crow. It is not surprising to see birds such as pigeons and sparrows in cities, but crows are extremely rare animals.

I haven't done much research on crows. I only know that it often appears in rancid places and feeds on rotten meat. Because of its status as a scavenger and its hoarse voice, it is regarded as a symbol of disaster. However, as a member of Whispers who often chase mysterious things, I don't have the prejudice and dislike that ordinary people often have towards crows. Among the other members of Whisperers, Bajing and Morino, who are self-proclaimed masters of occultism, even love black cats and crows, and think they possess a dark elegance.

The crow slid into the overpass and landed on someone's shoulder. It is not enough to observe the whole picture of the person through the gap of the pedestrians, but subconsciously think that he is the breeder of the crow, and can not help but become interested in this person. What kind of person will keep a crow as a pet? Maybe someone similar to the Whisperer member.

I paid attention to the person's actions, and I could recognize that he was only about 1.7 meters tall. He was not an adult. Judging from the situation of going out but wearing school uniform, he was probably a high school student. There is no casual feeling in the high school uniform on him. I know this is because he takes care of it as a formal dress very seriously. This person must be an excellent student with a delicate mind, and even if his personality is not strong, he must be particularly stubborn in certain aspects. I saw in him the shadow of myself in high school.

I have a cordial and affection for this high school student, and I decided to create an opportunity to meet him. With reference to my personality in high school, I might be able to have dinner at his house and solve the problem of accommodation by the way. However, when he walked out of the crowd and revealed the whole picture, I stopped in astonishment.

The guy has black short and medium hair, his face is beautiful, his eyes are focused, as if he is thinking about something-it is so alike, no matter his facial features, expression, temperament and dress are all alike. I was in high school. No, this boy is just me who came out of the river of time alive. At this moment, my mind was a little dull, and a sentence that I didn't know who said it appeared in my mind: There will always be three people exactly like myself in the world.

I slowed down, stopped and stared at the boy, once again confirmed his appearance, movements and expressions, and once again gave birth to the feeling that he was another self. At this time, the boy also stopped and turned slightly. I thought that his gaze was noticed by him, but I didn't expect that he just looked back, probably seeing some acquaintance, and then he ran after him. .

The boy called the acquaintance on the stairs at the other end of the overpass: "Sakuya!"

I think I heard it right, he did say the name "Sakuya". Suddenly, an incredible thought came up in my mind, and I moved my eyes to the boy's acquaintance.

It was a girl with glasses, her body wrapped in an old-fashioned sportswear, her **** pulled tightly, her head hung down and she walked hurriedly, as if she would fall with a touch. From my direction, she can clearly see her looks, her good-looking but cowardly face, also with a familiar shadow-if the college girl I know was younger, she would definitely be like this. If she had shown me pictures of her in high school, it must be like this.

My heart is pounding, and my dry mouth feels more pronounced. What exactly happened? What the **** is this place? Why do I see these two people?

Then the female high school student named "Sakuya" called out the boy's name in a confused and stunned voice: "Gao Chuan-san?"

I ran towards the two men suddenly. Three-legged and two-legged jumped up the steps, pushing hard to push away the flow of people in front of him, cursing voices constantly pierced into his ears, but he couldn't keep up with the anxious mood in his patience. I desperately want to contact these two people, to understand what is happening here. I suspected that I was dreaming before I died, but there is nothing to tell if this is a dream.

When I rushed to the stairs at the other end, Sakiya, a female high school student, raised her head, glanced at the boy Takakawa, and laughed weakly. That smile is so familiar. In the four years of university, I have been embraced by this gentle and weak smile countless times.

"Gao Chuan hasn't changed at all. It's great." She said, "It's okay, I'm going home."

As soon as I finished speaking, my body was shaky, and the boy who looked exactly the same as mine opened his arms in confusion, and she immediately fell into the other's arms. I jumped down the stairs hard and reached out to press the boy's shoulder. He did not avoid it. Instead, the crow on his shoulder seemed to be frightened and fluttered his wings to fly.

As soon as I contacted him, the whole world froze.

The solidified power made me unable to move. Although I was able to think, the things that followed made me have no time to think. The frozen scenery around it is collapsing, just like a set enclosed in glass, when the glass is broken, it will also scatter, turning into a little bit of crystal light. I and the boy named Gao Chuan who had their backs to me did not collapse with the collapse of the world, just like the surrounding scenery was torn apart, and everything underneath was exposed. It was a long stairway.

This step is so familiar. Since that day, I don't know how many times I have seen it in my dream and how many times I have climbed it. Looking back, no, there is no end to looking forward. In that dreamland, when I went up the stairs, I would see a faceless person standing there, but couldn’t walk to his side. I talked to him, but he just stood there silently to me. laugh. I want to know who he is, so I keep walking up this staircase in my dreams.

The dream scene seems to overlap with the current scene. When I came back to my senses, I found that the boy who was held on his shoulder was so similar to the strange but familiar man.

The high school boy in school uniform turned his head, with a smile on his face, he said to me: "Hello, Gao Chuan, my name is Gao Chuan, I am very happy to meet you."

This is my first contact with him. I have many questions to ask him, such as who he is, why he appeared in my dreams, what happened before, am I dreaming now, etc. But when I opened my mouth, I couldn't say anything.

I think I should be very familiar with the other person, and those questions are not questions in the first place, and all the answers should be clear. It's just that I can't get a clear answer from this feeling. Think about it, think hard about it... there is a voice that said to me.

For the first time, the boy named Gao Chuan in front of him took further action. He covered the palm of my hand on his shoulder with his palm. The touch, heat and strength from the palm were clear and firm, as if to pass This action conveyed a certain spirit and thought to me, and it seemed to encourage me, and it seemed to comfort me. Without speaking, that complex emotion was conveyed to my heart through that palm.

"Please." The voice seemed to say so, "Go on."

As for what to ask me, I don't have a clue at all, but I couldn't help but burst into tears, and my heart was full of emotions. Before I knew it, tears slid down his face. "I will work hard." I told him so, so he smiled again, and there seemed to be a Wang Qingquan in my heart, washing everything.

The "Gao Chuan" in front of him raised his left hand. I saw three prismatic patterns on the inside of his wrist. The prismatic shape in the middle stood upright, and the other two splayed left and right like flying wings. As if he had taken off his prosthesis, he took off his left wrist with the prismatic pattern and gently placed it in my left hand. That peculiar wrist immediately turned into a cloud of gray mist and infiltrated every pore of my left hand, and at the same time came a twitch and pain. This pain burrowed into my body along my arms, spread to the head and limbs along the neural network, and became more and more intense.

I feel as if there are countless drill bits punching holes in the cells, as if the gray mist is squeezing into the deeper life essence and even the soul in some form. This kind of pain didn't make me dizzy, on the contrary, it felt all this more clearly. I am not uninjured. I was burnt to coke not long ago, but the pain is far less than one percent of the current one. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t make any sound. I couldn’t move a bit. I don’t know how I managed to get it. There was a scorching heat running through my body along the blood vessels. Perhaps it was this feeling of blood boiling that reduced it. It's painful.

More importantly, in front of this "Gaochuan", I instinctively didn't want him to see me falling down. When I was young, I felt that I would stick to a certain belief, a certain thing, a certain dignity, no matter how difficult life is, I would go on proudly. However, I didn't find anything like that in my later life, because my life was so ordinary, and I didn't have the hardships and bad luck that I had imagined. I sometimes think that kind of will is just a modification in literature, a dream that countless people admire but cannot achieve, but now I find that it has always been rooted in this body and soul.

This self-esteem may seem like a smile, and I don’t even understand why I insist, but it really supports me, trying to keep me from falling in front of others. If life is just not reconciled to the hustle and bustle of silence, then roar, so that everyone can hear it.

I want everyone to know,

No matter how rough my life is,

I have to live very proudly.

This kind of will is becoming clear in the burning of blood and the pain of thorough soul, just like being burnt, being baptized, I seem to see my soul, the essence of my life, that is a bright red.

Blood as red as thick silk to the extreme, there is something about to move in the red that is about to solidify. Inexplicably, I understand that it is something called "Jiang".

My vision has become red, red spiral staircase, red "Gaochuan". "Gao Chuan" smiled and turned his body. Above him, beyond the endless distance of the stairs, a deeper red like a pool of blood, like a carpet, was spreading down the stairs, past his feet, past mines, and all the way down. Endless below.

"Gaochuan" stepped up the stairs. I wanted to catch him and grab him, but I reached out and found that he was already far ahead. Just like the dreams of the past, I can't catch him anymore. I watched this road straight, as if all my will was used to advance, the back went further and further, and heard a woman's singing falling from the air:

"The first word is dream, which quietly brings out my inner secret from my deep sleep.

The second word is wind, let me swing my wings and fly to the arms of God,

Counting the sad past that has passed away,

One of the golden apples fell off.

The third word is hope, I woke up in the cold night,

Does anyone remember my name?

Who is waiting when and where?

Until the body rots~IndoMTL.com~The distant future..."

Listening to this song, I watched the back of "Gao Chuan" disappear into the distance of the endless stairs, as if falling asleep, and awakened.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling through the faint night light. Ah, so I'm still in the warehouse.

I didn't feel pain. When I tried to move my body, I found that my limbs were intact, as if the scorched scene before was just a dream. The pain from the left wrist and the prismatic pattern on the inside of the wrist made the unpredictable dream more like reality. To be honest, I can't calmly think that I am awake enough at this time, as if everything is swinging on the edge of reality and illusion.

When I turned my head, I saw a gray robe facing away from me, looking in the direction he was facing, a girl with a shotgun was standing outside the gate. She stood there quietly and thinly, but it made people feel that she would never run away. Sakiya did not know when he would be back.

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