Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 892: Abnormal signs

The girl I met for the first time returned to her rental house. The girl’s name is Duff and she claims to be 19 years old. She entered the custom industry after graduating from high school. She was not forced by anyone or her living environment, but because of My own thoughts: Before the age of twenty-five, use my body and beauty to make the first pot of gold in this industry. She said that her academic performance was very poor, she had no good skills, and she had no men to rely on. She had poor luck in finding a job, but she didn't want to do those "low-prosperous jobs". She feels that her choice has been deliberately considered. For herself, it is the fastest way to success. Although her figure and appearance are not the best among female practitioners, they are at least in the middle and better. There is a pure temperament of a student, and in the student days, he is also good at dealing with men. If everyone can grow up to have some talents that will allow them to gain a foothold, then she feels that her nature, psychology and way of thinking are very suitable for customs.

Facts seem to be just as she thought. After the first three months of adaptation, her value began to rise rapidly. There is no need to go to the strip bar to make those hard money, the number in the phone In this book, there are more than 50 middle-class netizens. She also has a small savings. Her rented house is not in the core area of ​​the red light district. Instead, it is near the edge. The atmosphere is a little more serious, and it is more prosperous and safe. The community where the house is located is a garden-like square, which can be considered as this. A business card for the area. She did not say the specific rent. But in terms of location, scenery and atmosphere, it should belong to the more expensive category.

"There are many people in the industry who have done something like me. They all choose to live in this area." Duff said while pressing the elevator up button frequently. She doesn't seem to mind telling her story to a stranger she just met, but I think this is probably because my appearance is easy to relax others' psychology. What is there to care about for a sixteen-year-old boy who is so desolate that he doesn't even have shoes? In addition, I analyzed from psychological theories and thought she would tell me so much. In fact, it is because she usually does not have anyone to talk about these things-none of her family, relatives, and friends. Her life is probably not recognized by people close to her. In the industry she is engaged in, there are only customers and opponents. .

I heard that the pressure of competition in the custom industry is also great. What they have to face. More biased towards the dark side of society. For women like them, every customer who owns fixed assets is a precious resource. For these resources, whatever means can be used.

Although Marceau and I are very close, we have never heard her say in detail about her occupation and the work Marceau is engaged in. Duff was not so open. She didn't choose to do this business at the beginning, and when she decided to stop, she was involved in the conspiracy of the Mar Jones family. When it comes to encounters, Marceau is much more tragic than Duff.

"After digging the first pot of gold. What are you going to do?" I asked, "I heard that people in your industry. Many of them are because they can’t find a new job that suits them, or they are not good at business. , I still have to return to this line in the end, but at that time they can't get along anymore."

"That's because they lack self-control." Duff sneered: "After getting used to squandering, he has no ability to make more money, of course he has to come back and do such undecent work."

"What about you?" I said, "You seem to have confidence in yourself."

"Yes, this is the path I chose. I made a detailed plan for my life very early, and I have implemented it very well until now." Duff's tone is very serious and quite contented: "Whether we can make a feasible plan, whether we can strictly implement such a plan, and whether we can stick to the original goal, this is the biggest difference between me and those vulgar women."

The elevator arrived with a ding sound. After the door opened, three people wearing moving company uniforms dragged or resisted a few large boxes, walked out of the elevator, and the people waiting outside had to separate. The people around seemed not to care much about this kind of thing, but I looked at these three people a few more times. Their dress once again awakened my memories of the last doomsday illusion-in the city where I lived, the people of the Goat Guild were dressed like this and shuttled through the city. On that day, I rescued Sakiya. Since then, every time I see people from moving companies and logistics companies, I can’t help but pay attention.

The uniforms of these three people are quite different from the disguised members of the Goat Guild in memory. After all, cities and companies are different. It is quite difficult to tell if it is an enemy just from the dress code. I didn't notice any abnormality in these three people. They were not Mageweave messengers, and their walking posture and expression were no different from ordinary freight workers, and they had no weapons hidden in them. The chain judgement penetrated those wooden boxes, and there was no special discovery, they were all ordinary furniture.

I kept watching them with the chain decision until the elevator started to rise. Duff's popularity in this building is pretty good, and some of the people who entered the elevator together greeted him enthusiastically. Duff changed his direct and tough attitude when they first met, and talked with these people politely and tactfully. The eyes of these residents fell on me, and a trace of rejection and grudge appeared in the depth of their eyes, and they began to ask Duff about my origin.

Duff naturally didn’t know my identity and origin, but she made up a lie, saying that I was her distant relative and didn’t go the right way. As a result, I was deceived. After a lot of hardship, I just found it. These people were very surprised when they heard it, and when they looked at me, they felt a little more pity. I can judge from the conversations and expressions of the two sides, these people should not know Duff's real profession, Duff has been fooling each other with the identity of a student who has dropped out of school to start a business.

And these people really believed it.

However, from Duff’s conversation and temperament at this time, it was indeed very deceptive. If she hadn't told me in person that she was a prostitute, I would definitely not recognize the fake.

Actually, when I talked to her at first. Her attitude was not good, and her posture was even tougher and more direct. It’s hard for me to figure out what she really thought, letting me live in her rented house. Even if the subject is only a sixteen-year-old boy who tends to be more elegant than those of European and American race, he is still a stranger after all.

Duff doesn't mind telling me about many things about herself, which is inconsistent with her current vigilance and distance performance.

The conversation time is not long. The people in the elevator left the elevator one after another. Only Duff and I continued to move up. Her rented apartment was located on the third floor from the bottom. In this area, at this height, it has a fairly wide view, and the price is definitely lower than that of the floor below. More expensive.

"They don't know your real occupation?" I asked. "Don't have your customers?"

Duff looked at me very contemptuously, and said: "Rabbits don’t eat grass on the edge of the nest. It will be troublesome for customers to get too close. Unfamiliar and beautiful women are more attractive to men. Even this point. Don’t understand, are you still a virgin?"

"Of course not." I said, "Actually I am already married."

"Married?" Duff looked at me for a while, "Are you legally blind?" She sneered. It seemed a little impatient, but suddenly she frowned and looked at me again and said, "You didn't lie? How old are you? By the way, you are Asian. Are you from the Central Duchy? I heard about the customs of that country. Here, there are some people who don’t abide by the marriage law. They were engaged before they were born, and then they don’t go through legal procedures and live together like a couple."

"You can see that I didn't lie?" I am more concerned about the change in her attitude.

"The most important thing in my business is the ability to lie and the ability to judge the true and false attitude of the other person." Duff took my question unconsiderately, "I've done a little bit in this business. How to distinguish Truth is still a little capable."

"You really don't mind at all, don't you think this job is not decent enough?" I said.

"How can there be decent if there is no money?" Duff said in a sharp tone: "Like you, he obviously has a decent face, but he is dressed like a beggar, not as good as me, and very decent. Right?"

"Okay, don't be angry, do you think I am someone who cares about this kind of thing?" I shrugged, she didn't seem to be as "indifferent", decent topic as she said. It will still cause some emotions in her heart.

"If you are someone who minds this kind of thing, I won't help you." Duff glanced at me diagonally and said, "I have been studying psychology by myself for half a year. It is good to see people's eyesight."

"Psychology? Didn't you say that you are not good at learning?" I looked at it, "Psychology is difficult."

"I don't think so." Duff's face eased, and talking about this topic seemed to make her feel more happy. Maybe she is really good at this subject, and she really likes it." It’s still very convenient to use. I’ve already planned to study on my own and get a license for psychological medical treatment. It’s about four to five years, and then use the money saved to open a private clinic on sexual psychology."

"Psychiatrist? Specializing in gender psychology? Sounds good and very promising." I also agree with this ambition. Psychiatrist is a decent job no matter where it is placed. Compared with being a high-level prostitute, it is better than being a high-level prostitute in terms of social recognition and career expansion.

"It is sexual psychology, not gender psychology." Duff said seriously: "The two have intersections, but they have different focuses."

"Anyway, it's a psychiatrist, isn't it?" I said disapprovingly.

"That's it." Duff shrugged.

During the conversation, we had already left the elevator, just a few steps away, we heard a strange sound with her, it felt like a "swipe", we just turned our heads, and it followed, It was a more violent collision sound, coming from quite far below. Duff froze for a moment, and immediately rushed to the elevator, and pressed the pass button forcefully. At this time, I had "looked" with the interlocking decision, and there was only a cut of the cable behind the closed elevator door. Duff seemed to have noticed it, and was trying to open the elevator door. She looked hard and seemed to care about the unexpected event.

"Come and help." She said to me who was on the side.

"Just tell the security guard, there is no one in the elevator anymore," I said.

"I just want to confirm with my own eyes." Duff said stubbornly: "If we take a step out, we will really die young."

"Because of this?" I was a little surprised.

"Because of this." Duff said, "Come and help."

Okay. It is normal for people who suddenly realize that they are almost dead. I walked to her and put down the mace. The left hand was inserted into the crack of the door. Duff opened his mouth slightly, seeming a little surprised: "Only with his left hand?"

"Enough." My physical fitness is not understandable by ordinary women like Duff. Without using much force, the elevator door was separated, and Duff was not surprised, and bent down to overlook the black hole of the elevator passage. From this height, if there is no lighting. Normal people can't see the underlying situation with the naked eye. However, Duff's breathing was still fast, and until this time, her feet were soft, and if I hadn't held her in time, she would have almost fallen into the elevator passage.

Duff, who has always had a strong feminine demeanor, seems to have finally learned to be afraid. Shaking with her shoulders.

I hugged her hard and dragged her far away from the elevator. When I retrieved the mace, she sat on the ground with her feet tilted, calming down a bit.

"We almost died." She said hoarsely.

"We are still alive." I solved her from another angle.

"Why is this happening?" Duff said, "I must hold the person responsible for the accident!" She stood up on the wall, and after I walked over, she put her arm around my neck. Using me as a crutch, walking towards my rented house, muttering in my mouth.

Although I opened her indifferently, I also cared a little bit in my heart. There are too many factors in this city. Let the seemingly accidental situation develop into a dangerous fuse. Even if I was suspicious, I met the employees of those three moving companies. This sudden elevator crash happened again, too many coincidences seemed to indicate something. If at first, I plan to leave here as soon as possible, then, now I decided to accompany Duff for a while-she might be involved in some unusual dangers.

Although this city should be deeply controlled by the cyberball, it is always difficult to prevent the infiltration of Doomsday Shinrikyo, and it is always difficult to eradicate the Goat Guild with the advantage of drugs. The population mobility is relatively high, and the areas and industries where dragons and snakes are mixed are like a fish in water. Even in an important big city like London, if there are no "abnormalities" hidden in the red light district, I really don't believe it. It's just that if the other party keeps hiding, there won't be too much threat. From Duff's words, the situation in the red light district is still very normal.

However, this unexpected incident made me smell restless. My instincts have always been very accurate, and in terms of action plans, it is not that I can't waste any time. In any case, Duff is not a bad person. Even if the world is going to be destroyed, Duff cannot always be safe, but since she is by my side, I can't shake my head and leave.

Duff’s rented house has an area of ​​200 square meters, with five rooms and three living rooms. The decoration is stylish and generous, with a modern atmosphere. Duff hurriedly opened the refrigerator, took out the beer and puffed it hard, seeming to be shocked. I put the mace and the suitcase on the sofa, and saw her pick up the phone, and after dialing the property phone, she made a big talk. The words were really intense, until ten minutes later, she hung up the phone hard, and she felt comfortable. Take a sigh of relief.

"It's terrible..." she said, glanced at me who was sitting on the sofa, and then exclaimed: "Oh my God, why did you sit down? Go take a shower and change your clothes. My sofa is dirty by you!" I was about to get up. She had already come up and grabbed my sleeve. Unexpectedly, the white coat hissed and immediately cracked a big seam. She stared at the crack in surprise and said: "Are you an exhibitionist?"

"I just don't have any clothes to wear." I shrugged. Although a little embarrassed, it is the truth. It is unimaginable to be able to return to this world.

"Okay." Duff squeezed the bridge of my nose, took me to the bathroom, and pushed me in, while saying: "Hurry up and wash, I still have some men's clothes here, although they are a bit bigger, first Just a moment."

The sound of her footsteps is gone~IndoMTL.com~ I took off my cracked white coat, turned on the faucet with a shower, hot water gushing out, flowing on my skin, the spreading heat made me sincere Feel a new kind of touch. I rubbed my body vigorously, but there was nothing dirty about this body. It was obviously a "made" body, but it didn't feel any different from my original body. With the help of the mirror in the bathroom, I carefully observed myself, no matter from which angle, I could not find the difference between the present and the past — no, I found it, the only difference — until this time, I did not notice, that The emerald right eye, which was supposed to belong to "Doroth", has turned back to dark brown. Only the abnormal deep red belonging to "Jiang", accompanied by reflections, flows in the pupils like magma.

Doroth, as expected, is no longer with me. I look in one direction. I don’t know if it’s the location of the secret base of the cyberball, but I know that my heart is indeed watching there—because there is Dorothy and another me. .

At this time, the voice outside the bathroom door rang: "I put my clothes outside. Wash me my body and hair, and wash it a few more times. I don't want a lot of lice in the house." Continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.

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