Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 542: Resurrection
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An ordinary storage room, juxtaposed the size of two beds. There are calendars of beach nv models on the wall. In addition, brooms, mops, garbage shovel, flushing hoses, air fresheners are placed in their respective positions. There is a tin cabinet, plastered with advertising papers from our shop, there are several sets of cleaners in it, and the yellow se magazine at the bottom.
I picked up the yellow magazine, which was a foreign publication that I had never seen before.
Before this, the largest-scale magazine I have ever seen was a bright spot in the darkest corner of a small bookstore. The pretending ng was wearing a swimsuit and bathing, which was heart-pounding and blushing. But the ones in front of me are bolder and more delicate than those, and pay more attention to the curves and secrets of the body.
I slammed the magazine into the armor.
Other than that, there is nothing special at first glance.
But the hat man came out from here. This is not a place to live in, and he is not a cleaner.
According to the structure, if there is any mechanism, it must be something inconvenient to move.
In other words, objects that can be easily moved at a glance, but are actually limited to a certain track.
I opened all the cabinets and fumbled for the bumps in them. Step on every piece of wooden floor vigorously. Move all objects that seem to be able to move u to the other side.
When I tried to remove the wall calendar, I found that it was not hung on the wall, but the back was glued to the wall.
I touched the wall calendar from top to bottom with my hand.
It was found that the left ng of the nv model on the beach has a slight bumpy feeling.
It's not that the wall calendar was originally made this way.
I turned the current page. The bumpy position on the next page is the left eye of another model.
This eye looks like a picture at first, but as long as you change the angle and use light, you can see the non-paper-like luster.
A lens similar to a cat's eye.
I moved my eyes up and saw the Goat Guild's golden section evil symbol appearing on the opposite side of the left eye lens.
But just looking at it has no effect.
I tentatively pressed it hard.
A sense of embedding with faint elasticity.
There was a slight motor noise from the transom, and the room shook and started to move downward.
The speed gradually increases, and there is a slight sense of weightlessness.
That's it.
The storage room itself is an elevator to the hidden basement.
Take advantage of the emptiness in the room, I rearranged my weapons, removed the confederate’s ammunition, and then threw the empty ang away, leaving only two hands, not in the most comfortable position.
About five seconds, the weightlessness disappeared quickly, as if the floor was pressing against the foot.
Arrived.
I stepped forward to open the red men, and suddenly something caught my ankle.
The heart beats sharply.
But the brain does not generate fear currents.
As if emotional and physical reactions have been separated.
The things that grabbed me have more power than ordinary people.
The hissing voice came from under him, with a sense of familiarity.
I turned my head and looked down, the dead man in uniform twisted his body like a spasm, grabbed my ankle, and pulled up the body that had lost his ankle. His facial features are distorted, bleeding ceaselessly, and his weird smile is as rigid as his face, opening his mouth like a mockery as if he could feel my sight.
As if the jaw is dislocated, it is wide open and bite up.
Although I didn't get any physical damage through the shoes, my heart beats even more desperately. My swinging department tried to throw it away, but it hugged it tightly, biting the shoe, and didn't mean to let go. I kicked it on the head with the other foot, but even if the face was broken, I couldn't stop it from moving.
Extraordinary strength, not afraid of pain, like an unconscious machine, acting persistently and monotonously. There is only one word that can describe this alien existence-walking corpse u.
The hat man's last words are at least one point right.
His ** is resurrected.
This is the sequelae of taking-the magic "paradise"?
Thinking of the ecstasy before his death, his mood calmed down, but he couldn't help but feel compassion. What an ugly and pathetic gesture this is.
He said he saw evil.
This is really an evil gift.
I pulled the ang and shot its head, there was no significant effect, even if I opened it on the head shell, the monster that lost all its brain would not stop moving.
I pulled out the dagger, pressed its head, and cut off the neck completely.
The corpse that lost its head finally calmed down, then turned to ashes, and collapsed inward with a frustrating sound. Then it turned into a circling gray mist and flew into the palm of my hand.
I stared at the greystone in my palm and put it in my pocket.
Hold your hand ang, and push away the red men.
What catches your eyes is a fairly spacious auditorium. The huge murals spread from the four walls all the way to the top of the sky. If you focus on the details, it is like a list of individual paintings, but all of them are included in the eye, but they strangely constitute the only magnificent space.
That is the scene of ancient people welcoming the end.
Kneel, weep, fight, and die.
An altered human body, a charging knight, and a sheep's head evil with a trident and wings on its back.
A clock made of eyes, a desert on a huge body, a skull made of limbs.
Unparalleled shock and weirdness.
The idol is not human or evil, but an object that looks like a cross and a swastika. The red carpet stretches from under my feet to the preaching stage. Rows of benches are arranged in a fan-like pattern, with human heads and crows.
A boy who looked about my age, dressed in a priest costume, led the crowd to pray behind the preaching stage. They prayed in a language that I had never heard of before, and their heads hanging down were full of reverence, as if they didn't even notice the intruder.
"Blood u is like grass and trees, glory like hua, the grass will wither, and hua will wither, but death is not the end, just like the truth forever."
The priest ended in a language I could understand, and looked up at me.
I think I am not mistaken.
It's the student named Luan Zhong.
His unforgettable stagnant pool of empty and blank eyes exudes a strange and peaceful temperament under the background of the black priest's costume.
It seems that the entire air has become extremely clear.
It's so clear that there is no fight.
Clearly clear without any impurities.
It's so clear that there is no life.
More pure than dead silence.
It's pure as if it can completely dissolve everything in the world.
"Who are you? Visitor." Despite being pointed at me angling, he still said in a very calm tone.
He is not afraid of me. This is of course. This is his place. There are dozens of believers between me and him who turned around and looked at me.
They are all men in uniforms with hats, but the hats are placed on top of each other.
Hostile sight seems to be able to scorch the air.
In response, I did not hesitate to pull the trigger.
The loud ang sound reverberated in the auditorium, and in a moment, the anxious air caused a commotion. The believers stood up one after another, and a few even leaped toward the preaching platform~IndoMTL.com~ but their priests did not need protection.
Without tilting his head, he aimed at the bullet at the center of his eyebrows and brushed his face, with a few strands of hair, hitting the metal idol with a crisp sound.
I didn't deliberately missed the shot, nor did I think it was a mistake.
I could see very clearly that the bullet suddenly slipped and deviated from the track when it was approaching him.
It's really lucky, no one here is afraid of ordinary hand bullets.
I heard the hoarse voice of the murderer Takakawa.
"Just say hello."
Father Luanzhong calmly raised his right hand in the exchange of courtesy.
Swipe it--
Dozens of black angs pointed at me like a hornet's nest.
"Shoot."