Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 320: Dividing line (4)

320 dividing line (four)

In these seven days, Father Xi Sen asked me and Shirai to conduct special training. He did not have any coups, but only taught various close combat skills, but his close combat skills were flawed in my feelings. . If this is his ability in close combat, I feel that I can kill him without using super powers.

A few times during the period, we asked us to go to the shooting training ground and let a professional shooting instructor instruct us to use firearms. In fact, I have already mastered the most basic shooting methods during military training, so these trainings did not have much effect.

Fr. Xi Sen’s training did not make me feel a substantial improvement, but Shirai began to learn to use his physical advantages through these special trainings. In daily exercise, Shirai's physical traits are gradually revealed, which is the increase in jumping ability. His feet are like a spring, and every bend produces a powerful explosive force. This explosive force is different from mine, and there is no sequelae. In long-distance sports, he has a very obvious advantage. In addition, he unexpectedly also possesses the ability to use a short knife, and like me, he relies on instinct instead of fighting skills to attack.

In a way, I feel like Shirai and I are cast in the same mold.

Observing Shirai, which is changing every day, both his sense of sight began to haunt me. I think he seems to be becoming like the "past", but when have I learned about Shirai's past?

I had a strange dream at night. In the dream, I was at the door of a family area. Not far away was a burning residential building.

I wanted to step forward to find out, but my body seemed to be imprisoned by some invisible shackles, unable to move.

Someone patted me on the shoulder suddenly.

My body turned on its own, and I saw a guy wearing a hooded sportswear and deliberately wearing a hat. Other existences, whether people, trees, or cars, are all meaningless scenes. The sound of wind blowing through the treetops is like the sound of wind leaking from the scenery.

This man is a little shorter than me, and looks thin, like a teenager. The brim of his hat was pressed very low, and his head hung slightly, as if he was weak, and he could vaguely see the chin hidden in the shadow. However, I knew he was staring at me, and those eyes of despair and hatred penetrated the shadow and the brim of the hat, and kept falling on me.

I don't know why, there is a chilling familiar feeling.

The kitchen knife in his left hand is dripping blood. The blade looks like it has been used for a long time, and it has never been washed. It is full of flesh and blood stains.

I don't know who he is, but my mouth can't help but say a name: "Shirai."

The person in front of him raises his head slightly, and the visible part extends from the chin to the tip of the nose. I almost thought I had confessed to the wrong person. Where is Shirai in my memory?

His skin is like a dying old man, and like a dead person who has been in a coffin for a long time, full of wrinkles and spots, and the skin in some places even peeled off, only a trace of flesh hanging on his body. He scratched lightly with his hand, and the skin fell off, revealing pale flesh and blood.

The person I called "Shirai" in my dream suddenly swung a kitchen knife, and his body resembled an off-line doll. He shook a few times and fell forward.

He didn't completely fall to the ground. When his body was only more than ten centimeters away from the ground, I blinked and I was shocked to find that he appeared in front of me.

The distance of nearly ten meters between us seems to have disappeared.

So fast! This word had just formed in his mind, and he had already raised the blade at an angle lower than his waist. I want to struggle, and my body does move, but this movement is not controlled by my brain. I am like a hanging puppet, with an invisible hand manipulating my body in this dream.

As a result, I only had time to lift the dagger, and the half-moon-shaped blade light had passed between my chest and abdomen.

I took a step back, seeing blood spurting out of the wound from the corner of my eye.

It's also called "Shirai", but in fact it is definitely an inhuman monster who once again wields a **** kitchen knife. And at this moment, I woke up from the nightmare, and the horror of freezing and dying, it took a long time to subside.

It's a strange and terrifying dream, just like some kind of unknown omen. I continued to apply cold water on my face, and I saw my face pale in the mirror. I told myself that the thing called "White Well" in my dreams was completely different from the White Well I knew. However, there was another deep-rooted feeling that came from the depths of the body and said to me: That is the White Well.

Since the end of the spiral staircase dream, my reality has been entangled with unreality such as vision and dreams. Although I felt troubled from the beginning, I always thought that this phenomenon would definitely disappear someday. However, the strange dream of this day gave me another thought: If this illusion and illusion does not disappear, will one day become a lunatic who can’t distinguish between reality and illusion?

I stared at myself in the mirror blankly. I didn't know how long it had passed. When I recovered a little bit, my vision became a bit blurred because I didn't blink for too long. I rubbed my eyes, picked up the non-precision glasses for decoration on the side of the sink, and wanted to put them on. When I looked up, I found myself in the mirror seemed to be something wrong.

The next moment I found something wrong: My face was clearly putting on the glasses, but in the mirror, I was still hanging my hands on my chest, pinching the frame of the glasses.

Then I in the mirror smiled here. All of a sudden, an eerie atmosphere surrounded me. It was a very ordinary smile, but under the dim energy-saving light, it was full of abnormal smells.

My body froze completely. Seeing my weird behavior in the mirror, my first thought was that it was an illusion. I neither think that I am a person who will be frightened by this kind of thing, nor do I think that mere hallucinations will be more frightening than the death experience a few days ago, but the body is involuntary, making me almost think that I have not been from the nightmare before. wake up.

It is said that human beings will have a second dream as the person in the dream. A director in Hollywood made an excellent movie using this dream-in-dream theory. I haven't watched that movie, but I probably know that the content is very similar to what I'm experiencing now.

Thinking about it this way, I feel even more in a dream. Maybe he didn't wake up at all, or fell asleep in the bathroom.

I was forced to look at myself in the mirror all the time. In the mirror, my face is undergoing a visible change, first twisted into a weird look like an abstract Picasso painting, and then gradually turned into a boy with blurred facial features. The boy’s left eye is blood red, and the right eye is Emerald. When I wanted to look more closely, my head in the mirror turned into the outline of a bird's head again, and the black down feathers were illusory like smoke. Then she became a young girl again, and the girl's image flashed by, as if she was forced out by the last image.

The person in the last mirror is also a woman. The facial features are very clear, but they are also unstable. The outline of the facial features has not changed, but the shape of the face and hair are constantly changing, making this woman's temperament calm and warm. It's tough, it's feminine... This kind of change is getting faster and faster, at first it's like a revolving lantern, and then it's like a fast-moving image. It's only a short ten seconds. I can't tell how many times this woman's face has changed. However, her fixed eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

I don't know who she is. I have a very familiar feeling, but I can't call her name. I couldn't take my gaze away from this weird woman's head. There was a strong magnetic force on her that attracted me. This was a feeling I had never felt before in Sakiya or Hakkei.

It's strange to say that I'm not afraid of this weird scene at all.

The woman suddenly leaned toward me, as if she was looking at me through the mirror, as if she wanted to penetrate the mirror and come to the world on my side.

At this moment, I realized that my body could move. I raised my hand to touch the mirror, but as soon as I moved, the scene in front of me became trance. When my vision was restored to clarity, I saw that I was still myself in the mirror-a gentleman with glasses. I raised my hand, he also raised his hand, I twitched my mouth, and he also tugged his own mouth.

This is great, I seem to be back in reality again.

I took a few steps back and looked at this room. It was indeed the bathroom of the rental house. I remembered the movie about dreams, and hurried back to the room, ignoring Father Xi Sen who was still asleep on the sofa, and pulled out a nut that could act as a spinning top from the toolbox.

It is said that if you are still in a dream, the spinning top will not stop.

So, I twisted the nut hard to make it spin, and after only two breaths, it stopped. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, sitting on the floor, feeling exhausted.

"In the middle of the night, what are you messing around without sleeping?" Father Xi Sen complained from the sofa.

"I was too energetic and couldn't sleep, so I exercised." I said casually.

"Is it too nervous? The training will be over tomorrow." Father Xi Sen sat up and erected a dark shadow in the dark room. He grabbed the fan and slammed it. I really don't know why he wears that dark uniform at home in such a hot day.

I remained silent, so he said again: "I heard about you from Eight Views. She is a prophet, um, for the time being, I always think she is a little different from the prophet I have seen."

Fr. Xi Sen is a well-informed person, and since he feels something is wrong, he must not be aimless. I am a little nervous. Are the Eight Views really different from other prophets? Before he continued to chatter, I interrupted him and asked: "Where is it different?"

"Where?" Father Xi Sen murmured and repeated the word, saying in an uncertain tone: "You didn't know about the ruling bureau before, and you have never been there and you know that it is not a realistic landscape. Right? The prophet I know has at least three powers."

He held up a finger, "First, I can predict the future."

Then put up the second root, "Second, can predict the node leading to the ruling bureau ruins."

The third one is erected again, "Third, it can open the node of the ruling bureau."

"Obviously, you neither know about the ruling bureau nor how to enter the ruling bureau ruins. However, the eight sceneries do have the ability to predict..." Father Xi Sen supported his chin and said in a meaningful tone: "I think that Bajing's ability as a prophet is flawed."

That's the case. For the first time, I have a clear outline of the prophet that Father Sisson knew. I have never seen Bajing do super common sense things beyond predicting the future, but that doesn't mean she can't do it. Maybe she, like most people, did not have a deep understanding of her abilities and talents, or because she was too focused on foresight, she neglected to explore other aspects. Think about it. One day, I discovered that I had suddenly acquired a predictable superpower, so would I deliberately look for a second superpower? According to ordinary people, being able to possess a superpower is a great celebration.

However, Father Sisson disagrees with my thoughts. The reason is simple: once you have the power of a prophet, you will know it, just as a person knows to raise his hands and feet when he is born. If Bajing didn't hide her abilities and didn't know that these abilities existed in her, then she definitely didn't have these abilities.

Sounds like a premature baby or a born disability, some necessary things are born missing. I couldn't help but think so.

"Will such a defect cause her trouble? Or will it have any sequelae?" I asked cautiously.

"I don't know, probably not." Father Sisson was also not sure, because he was also the first time he saw such an incomplete prophet.

I can't think about this kind of thing. In the past, Bajing rarely got sick, and participated in the sports activities he should participate in. The grades were not bad or bad, and no problems were found during the physical examination. Since there were no problems in the past, there shouldn't be any problems in the future.

Speaking of this, I suddenly lost interest. Father Xi Sen and I remained silent for a while, and then he threw away the fan and lay back on the sofa. There was no sound for a while, as if gradually falling asleep. I looked at the clock with the fluorescent scale, and it didn't even arrive at three o'clock in the morning.

The air conditioner has stopped, and the room is a little bit stuffy. If you fall asleep, you won’t feel it. However, Father Xi Sen’s apology for waking up allowed me to turn on the air conditioner again.

I went back to bed, took off my glasses and put them on the head of the bed. The re-cooling air made me fall asleep soon after closing my eyes.

The next day is still to get up early and go to the secluded pond in the park to exercise. The weather is a bit gloomy. The weather forecast says it will rain today. When I breathe in the air, I can feel a strong smell of water vapor. Although the sky has begun to shine, the street lights are still on, and when you go down, you can still see long and somewhat dim shadows. Occasionally, people who run in the morning pass by and the sound of cleaners sweeping the floor from time to time. I was thinking about the nightmares and hallucinations of last night. At this time, I can analyze these things sensibly, but I didn’t think about anything. I just let the terrifying "White Well" monster and the constantly changing face of the person in the mirror sink and float in my mind. .

The barking sound of the dog behind me made me look back. An office girl in sportswear was trotting towards this side with the dog. I quickly recognized that she was a tenant who rented a house in the same community. Although she did not live in the same unit, she had dealt with her several times, so she could barely be regarded as an acquaintance. I don't know what her name is, I don't know what she does, and I haven't seen her interacting with men. She seemed to recognize me, greeted me with a kind smile, and ran forward without stopping.

About fifty meters above me, her dog suddenly barked a few times, and suddenly rushed to the trash can on the side. She failed to grasp the rope and looked a little surprised and depressed, so she paused and hurried to catch up. "Come back, it's dirty," she yelled.

The dog didn't listen to her, and suddenly rushed towards the trash can, and a black shadow flew up with a clattering sound. Only then did I realize that it turned out to be a black bird. It's probably because of the deep color of the coat, which is inconspicuous in the shadow, so I didn't notice it before. I stared at the bird until it landed on the street lamp, and the black feathers and sharp beak seemed to glow.

I remember, this is a crow.

This is really a rare thing. I saw a real crow for the first time, and it was in the city. The crow stared at me, blinking occasionally~IndoMTL.com~The rhythm seems to make people hear the shutter sound of the camera. It was so far away, but I had the illusion that I could see my figure reflected in the clear eyes like glass beads.

The office girl was also taken aback by the crow's flying. She stared under the street lamp for a while before she was awakened by the dog's barking. She looked at the trash can. The dog had already pushed the trash can down, and got all the garbage that had not been cleaned up by the cleaners. She was still scratching something in it, sniffing left and right, sniffing. There was a hesitant expression on the girl's face. If I was right, she was in a very bad mood. After realizing that the bird was a crow, she became a little gloomy.

This is probably because the crow's representative is unknown, plus the disobedient dog, which made her consume all the good mood when she first went out.

In the end, the girl didn't walk into the garbage dump, but shouted a few times from the outside, and the dog ignored it. I originally thought the dog was alarmed because of the existence of the crow, but now it doesn't look like it. Maybe there is something in the garbage dump that attracts it. I can't help but be a little curious about what it is looking for.

I glanced at the crow again. It stood on the street lamp like a woodcarving, still staring at me. If it's an ordinary person, it may feel hairy, but I have an inexplicable affection for this unknown bird.

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