Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 340: 1 big wave

[The Fourth Eye Monster] A big wave of 340

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340 big wave

The petite girl is called Gregya. She is of Mexican descent and is a three-year student at the University of California. The other students are also students of this well-known university, but except for the strong males who are second-year students, the rest are first-year students. Cui Di is not a security guard hired directly by the university, but belongs to a human resource company that focuses on providing security services to schools. Gregya's sobbing touched everyone. Except for Tritty and the girl with burgundy hair, all the other students showed emotions.

Although this experience made them almost alive, it is also wonderful in a sense. For boys who are curious and energetic, there is such an extraordinary experience deep in everyone’s soul. The wish of life. Go back to the normal world and put an end to this exciting experience, or continue to go deep into this kind of adventure and regard it as a great job of saving the world? Because of Gregya's words, they began to contemplate their future.

I try to figure out what they think, but even if they have the intention to join and want to do something with us with passion, I would not agree to let everyone join in. The Whisperer has not been an organization that anyone can enter since its establishment, and it will not become that organization in the future. So far, there are only six official members of Whisperers, and we have similar characteristics to a certain extent. The Whisperer is just a small world that accommodates the "kind". If Gregya really wants to join, she must be observed until she is confirmed as the "kind".

The premise of all this is that she must leave this dominance area alive. However, as the first girl to join the whisperer, I will do my best to protect her. Although I am kind to people and don't be stingy to help everyone within the scope of my ability, I know that I will still divide the importance of everyone in my heart and strictly abide by this level. I once talked about it with a friend. "No wonder you are usually kind, but sometimes your eyes are cold." He asked me in amazement: "Divided so carefully, aren't you tired?" And as a past person, he persuaded me not to let my attitude be so rational and strict. To be vague, or to treat others fairly and enthusiastically, is more helpful to my life.

But I don’t find it tiring. I archive everyone in my mind according to their ranks. Whenever I contact them, I call up this file and follow the predetermined attitudes and rules to get along with them. It’s like instinct. Same. I don't think there is anything special about this kind of self. There must be many people like me, but they don't say it clearly, or don't realize it so clearly.

So, I will try my best to help everyone. I will make a decision similar to covering the students' retreat and putting myself in danger, but this does not mean that I am a good person. I never feel that I am a good person, I just live by following my instincts habitually. When irreparable or emotional, I still make cruel choices, and still abandon those unimportant people, and even treat them as ants or bait. Just like after fighting with wizards, I knew I might accidentally hurt innocent people, but I still lit the fire.

I used to think it didn’t seem like I would do this kind of thing, but after the incident, whenever I analyze myself carefully, I found that I would do such an insulting thing, but I did People who don't care or regret. The reason why I yearn for justice and become a hero may be because I realized that I was a happy criminal in my bones. When I discovered my essence, I didn't fall into panic or denial. I feel very good. I have never seen myself so clearly. I think it is precisely because I see who I am that I will not regret my choice.

Whether it is a whisperer, whether it is a mechanical method to deal with people's attitudes, whether murder spreads to the innocent, whether it is to save people and put yourself in danger, the choices made in the past are not worth regretting The same will be true in the future.

I watched the girl in front of me carefully, her eyes were very clear, she knew what she was saying, and she was full of determination. At this moment, she was serious about joining the whisperer. However, if she returns to the normal world and appreciates the completely different lives in the two worlds, will this will still be so firm? Does this will come from the so-called sense of justice, or is oneself immersed in the happiness brought by it? These are all observations in the future. If you simply adhere to the concept of justice and heroism, and cannot enjoy the excitement and happiness brought about by the event itself, then it will definitely collapse at some point in the future, right?

Because the Whisperer is an occult organization, in our opinion, all things and phenomena that cannot be explained by modern science are "mysterious". In this mysterious and dangerous world, no matter how noble the purpose is, lead to it The road is bound to be full of darkness. This is the profound lesson I learned from the impact of ideas after experiencing the wizarding incident. No matter how much you want to be a hero of justice, it is ultimately the goal. The behavior itself is neither in accordance with the law nor even in human nature, so it is not justice.

I didn't directly answer her request, I took out a business card from my shirt pocket and handed it to her. This business card is the standard business card of the whisperer. It has a green olive pattern around the edge of the card and a symbolic pattern representing the meaning of "listening". It does not have the names of the associations and members printed on it, or even phone numbers. There is only one copy. email address.

Over the past four years, we have distributed many of these business cards through various channels, and then we communicated with people who were intentionally or unintentionally customers through e-mail and accepted their commissions. We don't care whether it will reach the hands of those who need it, or whether it will be thrown away as rubbish. If someone contacts us because of this, it must be because we are destined to meet.

Now that Gregya has got this business card, will she be the destined person? Not only me, but Bajing and they will definitely be interested.

Without getting my exact answer, Gregya did not show a frustrated expression, on the contrary, her eyes were brighter. Other students also gathered around to observe the business card in her hand, and felt that "there is only one e-mail address, which is indeed a mysterious organization." She seemed very determined, and she seemed to know that to join the organization, she had to go through a "test", because it was written in movies, novels, and various stories, and everyone agreed with this mechanism.

"Give me a copy too, Mr. Gao Chuan." The blessed boy said excitedly, "I will definitely pass the test."

I just smiled and shook my head. Among these students, the business card is only issued to the first person who expresses his opinions. This is a decision I just made. Of course, although other students showed disappointed expressions, I felt that they were actually full of hesitation about their choices.

We repaired the house for about fifteen minutes. I took out the chocolate from my backpack and shared it with everyone. When I opened the thermos, the tea in it was still hot. They came to see what I had prepared in my backpack. In fact, it was nothing. They were all things needed for survival in the wild, such as hooks, tents, thick clothing, gas masks, food and water, etc. However, among the students In my eyes, I felt it was an amazing behavior, and regarded me as an expert in adventurous all year round.

I didn't tell them. Actually, I'm just an ordinary college student preparing to graduate, and the university I went to is not comparable to their university in terms of reputation, hardware or software.

There are still guns and a few daggers in the backpack, and they somewhat blamed me for not giving them these weapons, but I don’t think it would help if they were given them. Omi provided materials to help them prepare incendiary bombs that were more lethal than daggers. Didn't they end up in panic and flee? On the contrary, if you have a real fighting heart, even if you don't have weapons, you will find ways to arm yourself. At this time, the power of a dagger and a metal tube is actually the same.

I didn’t say this, and I don’t want to hit them here, but Gregya thought about it the same way, and blamed the other person without paying attention: "What's the use of holding a gun? Anyway, even shooting. There is no courage." The atmosphere was very rigid for a while, and the burgundy-haired girl hid far away, seemingly afraid to participate in these arguments. The strong boy had a sullen face, and the blessed boy had a blank expression. They did not speak, but the thin-looking boy retorted, "Aren't you the same?"

"Yes, I'm the same, I just want to run away." Gregya said calmly, then tore off the skirt, stringed the Molotov cocktail together with a cloth strip, and hung it on her body with the self-defense metal stick. , She said: "I don't know if I will run next time, so these things are enough." She saw the female security guard Cui Di and said to me in a requesting tone: "Can you give Miss Cui Di Do you provide bullets?"

"Of course." I said. Even if she doesn't say it, I plan to do it. Although Cui Di is just a security guard, she has the heart of a soldier, which can be seen from the fact that she actively chose to discontinue the students. She was also afraid of those strange and powerful enemies, and knew that her weapon could not do anything with those guys, but in the battle, she still tried her best and survived. In spirit and will, she has enviable and convincing power.

I feel very happy to meet such a woman and provide her with ammunition.

I have always felt that I can always meet such a different person, and I will always get help from them directly and indirectly, so that I will not feel lonely when I feel different. I was able to grow up so peacefully and feel the beauty, warmth and colorfulness of this world. I would not become a murderer and die miserably. It must be because I can always see these in action or thinking. different people.

I am different, but I am very ordinary among the different people. There are many people who are more special and outstanding than me. They are dotted in this world like stars. If you think about it this way, it's like when you look up at the starry sky at night, you will always be moved by the profoundness and breadth.

This touch also supports my continued silence and the power to move forward in the landscape full of thorns.

I gave all the pistol bullets to Tritty. For me, a folding knife is enough, because ordinary firearms are just a burden in this place.

Tridy was very happy. She also knew that her pistol would not work, but she still gave her a sense of security. She kept thanking me. After everyone had enjoyed the chocolate and hot tea, we set off again.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the gray fog seems to have subsided. Father Xi Sen did not reconnect to the security network during the repairs, for fear of being locked by the other party, so we still ran along the original planned route. Fortunately, the terrain did not change much where we passed. Several high-rise buildings collapsed on the ground. Obviously they were only affected by high-intensity fighting not long ago. It was probably the same battle between the security guards of the Domination Bureau and the demons. In short, when we climbed over the ruins of the road, There was still a faint heat coming from under the feet, and a suffocating smell came from the gray mist. Probably the exhaust gas or poisonous gas produced by the battle was dispersed in the air, but it was invisible due to the color of the thick fog and mist. Everyone has to put on the gas mask I prepared in advance.

On several occasions, the blessed boy stepped on the floating footstone and almost fell into a pit six or seven meters deep. This pothole looked like it consisted of several rooms whose walls were opened up when they collapsed, and metal strips with sharp fractures were faintly exposed underneath. It was Gregya who caught him in time, and she was almost carried by the opponent's weight. After being lucky enough to be rescued, the blessed boy who had a crush on Gregya fell silent. From time to time, there was a complex expression in the sight of Gregya that he didn't have.

I really don't know what he thinks, his feelings seem a little awkward.

After turning over this blocked street, the front becomes open.

"The fog has weakened." Omi raised his head and glanced at the sky that was low and depressed because of the dense fog.

"This is a good thing. It means that the most dangerous time is about to pass." Father Xi Sen's expression also eased a little. The security guard and the devil..." He said that, suddenly stopped his mouth and made a gesture of listening.

Me and Omi also keenly felt some strange movement in the air. The direction of the sound is very far away, behind us, but the frequency is extremely high, and it gradually becomes one piece.

"The number is huge!" Omi asserted. Although her voice was still calm, I noticed that her pupils shrank.

"Damn it!" Father Xi Sen seemed to have thought of something, his face turned pale, and he yelled: "Quick! Get running! A large wave of security guards are here!"

Before his voice fell, he was already running. Omi and I did not hesitate to follow Father Xi Sen and ran forward. Gregya and Tritty, who fell behind, also hurriedly left. The remaining students looked at each other for a moment, and then we drew our legs to keep up. As a result, this team is clearly divided into three levels.

After running about the length of a block, the students began to fall behind. But this time Father Xi Sen didn't mean to stop at all. Omi and I also understood what "a large wave of security guards" really meant. Don't you know why these terrible weapons are gathered together, are they coming for us? I turned around and carried Gregya up. She didn't struggle, and Omi came to Tridi and motioned to her to grab the corner of her clothes, and then I shouted to the remaining students: "If you don't want to die, run in another direction. "At this time, everyone felt the unnatural vibration of the ground.

I ignored them and carried Gregya to catch up with Father Sisson, who was now faster. I think he could be faster if he used super powers, but he didn't mean to use super powers at all. I guess, maybe using the power of magic pattern at this time will attract the attention of the security network system.

Soon, the students behind him disappeared into the mist. But at this time, the kind-hearted Cui Di didn't plan to stay by herself to face the large wave of security guards, and that kind of behavior was seeking her own death.

"Are they coming for us?" Omi asked briskly following Father Xi Sen. Even Cui Di, the female security guard who appears to be refined during regular exercise, began to gasp. If it weren't for pulling Omi's clothes, she would seem to fall, but Omi herself didn't even see a drop of sweat. Of course the appearance is also an abnormality.

I haven't known Omi for a long time, and I don't know anything about what happened to her. I think the mystery in Omi is also one of the reasons that attracts me. After all, I am the vice president of the occult organization, and I am interested in any "mysterious" things.

"I hope not." Father Xi Sen said: "Even if we kill four security guards, the security network should not raise our danger level to this level~ IndoMTL.com~ There are at least dozens of security guards behind. Taiwan!"

Immediately afterwards, we heard violent fighting from the direction of the security guard brigade. The sound of collapsing buildings, explosions, footsteps, motors, gunfire, cannons, shouts, and screams are like boiling porridge. And this ball of porridge is rolling to our side all the time. We turned several directions in a row, but seemed to have a magnet-like attraction, and the center of the battle was close to us from beginning to end.

We realized this was unnatural, so we stopped to plan again.

"Who is fighting?" I said, "It doesn't seem to be wizards, they don't need guns. Are they from other Doomsday Shinrikyo people?"

"Perhaps, but not all people in the church can find and enter the ruling bureau, although the Mar Jones family has always wanted them to become church members." Father Sisson said.

"They brought heavy weapons." Omi squinted her eyes like an illusion, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curve in an instant. "But it is obviously the flock being driven. The security network system still keeps us in place. It's locked. Father Xi Sen, reconnect to the secure network. Little tricks won't work for it."

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