Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 711: Explanation

The flames are burning in the ruins. The wizards and their spells have become the fuel of these flames, and there are also some members of various mysterious organizations who are too late to escape. These flames cannot be extinguished by the mystery of others, and they watched the people around them dying in wailing. Their tragic situation and this sudden accident made other people who survived couldn’t help but feel angry. Perhaps they were afraid that they would almost step forward. Into the same fate. These people cross-examined me, even people like fire, files, and Jung were no exception. They are not idiots, there are too many clues in detail, let them infer that this disaster is related to me. They couldn't stop the wizards from releasing Guren's naked eyes, but they thought I could have stopped it. No, it's probably not just this kind of anger and fear that dominates them, it may also be mixed with other less positive purposes, such as using words to squeeze me and push me into a barrier of subconscious rejection by everyone. Situation.

These people are veterans walking in the mysterious world. The flames that cannot be extinguished by their mystery alone are enough to make them guess the power of Guren's naked eyes. I don’t know the existence of "Jiang", but I am afraid of the strength of Honglian’s naked eyes. For the time being, this kind of damage is equivalent to "unsolvable", which makes me change from "strong but in control" to "strong to lost The existence of "balance". These thoughts, of course, are also quite negative and malicious, full of distrust of others, and even alliances such as the file. However, the brain hardware does not care about these boring things, and the inferences it makes are as unpopular as it is.

However, the same. I will not cause any emotional fluctuations to these people because of these negative and malicious thoughts. It can also be said that even if they are really as I thought, it is understandable and acceptable to me. I just won't waver. What I want to do, I will continue to do it, even if it is a friendly ally like the file, it feels resentful and hostile. If it is unavoidable, I will carry it without hesitation. They are not at fault. They are exposed to mystery and possess mystery, but they are still just human beings. The truth of their "reality" is a group of mentally abnormal patients with doomsday syndrome, and even their bodies are alienated into L. However, this does not mean that they split up and cruised in the ocean of L, mapping to the personality composition in this doomsday illusion that is essentially different from human beings. This can be asserted from their form at this time-they have not turned into other images, such as monsters, demons, or those elementary beings in the ruling bureau. It is still a human being, born, growing, and surviving just like a human being, and it cannot be completely separated from normal human society.

So, try to try to figure out others with malicious intent, just because of subconscious precautions. Coupled with the emotional instability, I would say something angry to me, who has been cooperating well. Isn't it normal? On the contrary, I can accept Gulian's naked eyes and regard the whole world as the sacrifice of the plan, even if I feel a little pimple in my heart, but I still do not hesitate to execute it stubbornly, it is cruel and unkind.

I sighed at the awfulness of the doomsday illusion and the tragic fate of the file and others, but I used the overall situation as an excuse to push them down into the abyss, so that I can achieve normality in any world outlook, values, and outlook on life. From the point of view of the standard of people, it is also extremely hypocritical.

So, I am abominable, abominable, and sinful. A guy who does not compromise to become a hero to some people, of course, will not be a messenger of justice. I know this very well myself. In the past, Gao Chuan must have become a "hero of justice". Until now, I am not qualified to blame the naivety of this dream, nor am I qualified to blame anyone for the ugliness.

In the world of consciousness, I take the posture of a teenager and wear the mask of a clown. Even though this image is affected by the young Gaochuan Phantom, how can I explain my essence? I think that when those consciousness walkers see the image of me at that time, they should have vaguely understood my essence-just a clown who insists on becoming a hero.

So, the interrogation of the people on the ground is not painful to me, and I just calmly said to them: "All this is just an accident. My own people who died are just not lucky. That's all."

For this reason, many people show expressions of dissatisfaction and rejection, and some of them show deep-seated hatred. In this base, I, who have always wandered outside the high-level core, exhibiting such a strong but negative posture at this time will definitely make them feel uncomfortable. This is a matter of course. If I can relax my attitude and use another more tactful reason, or a lie, to deceive them, maybe it won’t change their attitude to me so much-well, who knows if it will. ? Their transformation is a bit abrupt. From the beginning, I didn't think it was the result of only one reason.

"Forget it, what Gao Chuan said makes sense. Judging from this momentum, the wizards originally intended to use this opportunity to wipe us out completely. The destruction is also our good fortune." The file calmed down and said to others: "Think about it carefully, if it weren't for Gao Chuan, the damage might be more serious. After all, it's just the aftermath of backlash, let this The place has become like this." She looked around, and the others looked left and right, and gradually fell silent from her anger. The file's statement is reasonable under normal circumstances. However, I know the role of "Jiang" in this series of changes, so there is no sense of identification with her explanation. The premise of "if it weren't for Gaochuan" is totally unreasonable. I am a certainty here, so it is also a certainty for them to endure such a disaster.

Because, without Gaochuan, the world might not exist at all.

Everything is controlled by the script in the dark.

However, I will not argue with the explanation of the file just because of my different ideas. Silence is the only thing I can do.

"It's such a mess, how could this happen. What about these flames?" Someone finally turned off the subject, annoyed by the burning fire all around. These flames cannot be extinguished. Even if it affects the tower, even though it does not feel the large increase in temperature, it is unavoidable to worry about the damage it will cause. What's more, this kind of mystery is the dangerous thing that the Doomsday Truth teaches to have nowhere to go, and then used it to make the last fight. Presumably even the 51st district does not know what kind of harm it will cause.

"Has this situation been predicted in the Tianmen Project?" Jung asked.

"No, how could it be possible." People from the 51st District Force Alliance stood up and said: "How can we do it. It is impossible to dig out everything from the truth of the doomsday, right?"

"In other words, we can't do anything now?" It seemed that there was no way to escape, and turned to Father Xi Sen: "Father, if you do your best to use your superpower..."

"Can't do it." Father Xi Sen said, paused, and then said, "I can't use my full strength." He pointed to his head and said sincerely, "You also know that I have a problem here. . I don’t want my brain to be evaporated or explode like a balloon."

"Gaochuan! Why are you staying there?" The file shouted at me, "Come down, don't feel like everyone is deliberately targeting you."

Since she has tore through the slanderous thoughts, I can only shrug my shoulders and fall from mid-air. After Guren sacrificed the wizard with his naked eyes. Its activity is constantly fading, and now, it no longer emits any power, and it has become an eyeball with a red pupil that looks ordinary, the power generated by its activity. Naturally, it faded completely, and it was not enough to support me to continue to stand in the air. If it's not for the file, you can speak in time. Maybe my landing will look even more embarrassing.

There was a wall of fire under my feet, but when I was about to fall into it, Sakuya's gray thread had already shot, tied me up, and steadily pulled me back to the place where everyone gathered. In the wizards' counterattack, the already insufficient manpower lost a quarter again. The other members of the File Squad even survived. In addition to luck, they had to really thank Sakiya for their protection. After all, they have been the group with the lowest ability level since a long time ago, and the intensity of the battle they face is far beyond what they can handle. People who are much stronger than them are only left behind. NS.

"Your eyes--" The file looked at my left eye, "Is there anything wrong?"

"At least it has become normal now." I habitually touched my left eye and said.

"Great, Agawa has a new left eye." Sakiya didn't think about anything else, her tone was a little lively, "I have always been worried about Agawa. After I went back, I lost one eye. Everyone will Worry."

"In this respect, it is a blessing in disguise." I have to admit that even the irresistible factor, or it is precisely because of this irresistible factor, that everyone who whispers will be my rascal Vegas and his party feel worthless, so let's have some negative emotions. Although, I will not let this kind of emotion grow, but if you can, of course it will make everyone happy. It is better not to worry about it.

"Is it this eye? It's the loss of our people." A black man with his hair in a large number of small braids stood beside me, and in the light of the fire, he was constantly beating and full of negative emotions. The shadow of her figure obscures me. His head is extraordinarily sturdy and tall. Standing next to him, normal people will endure a sense of physical oppression. The fingers he stretched out are about to point on my forehead, while his other hand is in a tight fit. In an equally heavy and huge barrel, full of advanced technology flavor.

"Don't cause trouble, Black Rock Shooter." The fire escape stood up, looked directly at the black man named "Black Rock Shooter" and said, "This was an accident. Everyone thinks so."

"Oh? Everyone?" The Black Rock shooter made a contemptuous mockery. "Who are you? Who is it? Who is it! Stand up for me!" He glanced at the other people with a fierce look, not at all. Give the slightest face to those who seem to be strong. "My lovely, respectable, cunning and vicious scum partner, but was ruined by this eye, I want to ask this idiot for an explanation, why? Isn't this all right?"

No one spoke, just stared at him with cold eyes. Of course, they were not afraid of this dark-skinned man, but that didn't mean that they would take the initiative to step up and ease the atmosphere for me. At this time, Jung also came up, patted his arm, and said with his unique dull and monotonous voice: "Enough. Black Rock Shooter, no one wants to be like this. Didn't you also say the file. If not ……"

"What if? Nothing has a if!" The black rock shooter unceremoniously opened Jung's hand. "Indeed, the Doomsday Shinrikyo guys were originally a bunch of rubbish, and there is no way to be troubled by rubbish. But, who told this guy to be so unlucky that he took those bastard’s things and didn’t handle it well?” He poke my face with his finger again: “I’ll be blamed if I don’t do my own thing, that’s all right. What's more, my little friends died because of his incompetence." He glanced straightly at his sight. Stared at me and said, "This is not a play house. Now everyone is very dissatisfied. Although they don’t say anything, I know that they are very dissatisfied. You can also be regarded as the head of an organization. If your partner is because of the incompetence of others And the mistakes, they are all dead. You will definitely trouble me like this, right? You don’t speak? It’s okay, it’s good, I don’t like the guys who make the most of their tongues. Now, I want you to give me a true letter. , How do you plan to apologize? To me. To everyone like me here. Don't look at me with this look, do you know? I hate your look the most."

What is the look in my eyes at this moment? Is it full of apologies? Or is it as cold and calm as inorganic matter? I think it's the latter, but even the former. It's not always likable. Not to mention, I started from the beginning. There is no apology, no hesitation, I understand his anger, understand his behavior of finding fault, understand any rejection or even violence he wants to impose on me. However, it is also because of understanding and because it is too natural to take it for granted, so it will not make a special reaction. It is enough to make a natural reaction to things that are taken for granted.

I pulled the trigger of the high-frequency pan-domain cutting device and swung it down at a speed that no one could react. The files, fire escapes, and Jung, who are close at hand, and people familiar with me, their complexion became a little abnormal when I returned to the posture. They made unspoken sounds. However, it was Heiyan who was one step faster than them. The death of the archer-his body was divided into two halves in full view, and when the left and right were wrong, a huge amount of blood was ejected from the cross section.

"Snow!" The file cursed dryly, with a "troublesome" expression. Other people who saw this scene were as ugly as her face. "Gao Chuan! This is not the same as what you said!" When everyone was speechless, the file cried out and pulled me back. The other members of the file team also reacted and took out their weapons and focused on us. Together. Suddenly, the people who were in one group were divided into two distinct groups. Purely in terms of numbers and apparent strength, our side would undoubtedly fall into an absolute disadvantage. This disadvantage cannot even constitute a stalemate. Others did not stop the actions of the files and others, but stared at us with silent eyes that seemed to burst out at any time.

"Take me away the weapons!" The file yelled at his men angrily. The wrestlers and others were a little embarrassed and hesitant, but they still obeyed the captain's judgment.

"So, Gao Chuan--" The file looked at me again and said heavily, "You really need to give an explanation!"

Although the person on the opposite side did not draw out weapons, did not have a fighting posture, and did not encircle us, but the current dignified and depressive atmosphere makes people believe without hesitation that if a word is not good, fight It will happen soon. This is no longer a simple infighting. As an outsider, after being portrayed as an object of rejection, he did not hesitate to behead an interrogator. This behavior is like lighting a gunpowder barrel with his own hands. I also understand that there will be such thoughts, but what I want to say is: "Now, the black rock shooter is happy to meet his friends. I don't have any reason to be accused, right? Everyone. Take care of it. The overall situation is that it’s not a good idea to pick up oneself for a dead person. Moreover, we have no reason to be targeted. Everyone has been working together sincerely. Isn’t it good?"

I calmly stared at everyone whose eyes fell on me. The file was stunned for a moment, and she made a shriveled haha. She seemed to be poor, and said to the people on the opposite side with a distressed expression: "Everyone, in short, that's how it is. Although there are many problems, where is the cooperation? There are no problems, and they can all be resolved through negotiation."

"What if you don't?" Finally ~IndoMTL.com~ someone spoke.

"Then I will not participate. Although Mr. Gao Chuan is an employer, we already have an agreement on this kind of thing." The expression on the file calmed down, "However, if our file team stands aside, It’s not necessarily a good thing. Mr. Gaochuan, but a troublesome guy. How troublesome it is, you can ask Father Sisson, Mischief and Jung. Moreover, he now has that weird eye, one who is not well controlled, you You can also imagine how troublesome it is."

"You forgot to say, file." The fireman said without changing his face: "The knife in Mr. Gaochuan's hand is a critical weapon."

"Tsk, critical weapon? No wonder!"

"The Asian guys also got critical weapons?"

"Whisperer, what on earth is it?"

"What to do?"

"What else can I do? I'm not going to continue, it's too much trouble." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, This is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)