Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 973: Human body erosion

The sudden arrival of large-scale migration has made people in this city panic. Some people know some things in advance, but more people are still in the dark. If we let too many people know that the United Nations will bomb the moon with nuclear bombs this evening, there will surely be large-scale protests and riots. The passengers in the same truck as me all have silver cards, which means they have a certain degree of influence—whether through their own technology, abilities, or connections. Basically, they are all around middle age and dressed neatly, but they cannot tell whether they are married or not. If they already have a family, they should be separated by the migration policy at this time. This practice should have caused people to make mass protests, especially in this country where the "freedom and democracy" card is the strongest. However, from my observations, these people in front of them do not have any obvious worries. Perhaps the government will make special arrangements for their families. And the refuges that these people go to are bound to be different from other ordinary refuges. In the bad situation that can be imagined, these people will be important screws for maintaining the operation of the state apparatus.

I can guess how much we will encounter in the shelter.

The attitude of the prostitute and I seem to be out of place among these people. After the initial attack, they did not have any more provocative intentions. They were more indifferent to the two of us. It was a pleasant chat, but no one revealed useful information.

"It's a bunch of fake guys." The prostitute seemed to feel the air sultry and hot, she opened her **** and fanned her. Her huge **** were exposed for a moment. She didn't wear a bra, and the men's sights couldn't help but pause. Her actions looked like she was trying to prove something on purpose.

"You are really not nervous at all." I said. Until now. I still don't know her name, and she never asked my name. We get along a bit ambiguous, but it feels good.

"Does nervousness work?" She sneered.

Although it is difficult to communicate with other people, we can be regarded as acquaintances, intermittently. Chatting aimlessly can also be considered as a way to pass the time, so that oneself will not be too dull. About twenty minutes later, the outline of the city was faintly engulfed by the darkness of night. Looking from a distance, the foothills were more conspicuous. The air has become a little sultry, and I think it will rain soon. The weather has changed as expected. When leaving the interstate and turning into the mountains, the humidity of the air has greatly increased. A purple-red light flashed in the distance. The clouds were shining, followed by dull thunder.

From the front and back of the vehicle we were riding in, I couldn't see the end of the convoy. However, the change in speed made me feel that I was about to reach the shelter. About three minutes later, a tunnel appeared in front of the winding road, in the flash of thunder. The gloomy and dark hole was like the mouth of a monster, engulfing the convoy one by one. When it's our turn. The rain is already ticking down.

When I passed through the tunnel, my eyes suddenly went dark. There was really no lighting installed in this tunnel, but the vehicle was still driving smoothly, but it was suddenly dark. Still let the passengers whisper. After my eyes got used to the darkness, I saw the person in the opposite seat stretched his body tightly and looked very nervous. Until the car stopped, these people seemed to be frightened and wanted to stand up. But the **** just left the seat and paused again.

The deep darkness envelops us. Even if it is me, my line of sight cannot reach ten meters away. The vehicle following closely does not turn on the lights, but it can always keep a distance from our car. We are with the vehicle in front of us. It should be the same. Trying to concentrate my eyes, I can only see the outline of the front of the vehicle behind. I can’t see the details, like a shadow. The edges seem to melt in the dark, let alone see the driver behind the front window glass. I can’t even tell the image of the driver. , But, in the observation of the linkage determination, there is indeed someone there-two people, motionless, the body is straight, or in other words, there is a feeling of stiffness, which makes people feel different from normal people. It's a well-trained soldier, but it's not the same.

After entering the tunnel, the original minor anomaly became more prominent, but there was not much "mystery" intuition.

The stopped vehicle began to move forward again. Judging from the body's feeling, it was moving along a downward spiral road. The surrounding atmosphere was only the sound of vehicles driving. On the contrary, it was so quiet that people could not help but think about it, with dry mouth. Dry tongue. The prostitute who was in a dull mood along the way also grabbed my arm tightly at this time, and almost pressed her whole body on my body. She stroked my chest with her hand, all the way down. It seemed that such a professional movement was subconscious and could calm her mind. I didn't stop her or assault her, I just hugged her tightly, even if she was just a prostitute who had just met.

Her breathing gradually changed from heavy to smooth. She didn't say anything to me, as if she didn't need words to express her emotions.

As the vehicle moves forward, the light gradually rises again. It is not the usual feeling that the light source is in the front, and oneself and others are approaching. From appearing to being obvious, the light is subtle, and it is difficult to realize it at the first time. When other people realize that they have seen more things, it has been a while since the first appearance of the light. This is a very strange feeling, and it’s the first time I have encountered it, but I feel that the light is actually emitted by the downward spiral channel itself, not from the fixed point light sources, but the entire channel is actually In luminescence, but the further down, the brightness of this luminescence becomes more obvious.

When the vehicle stopped again, it had reached a wide underground plaza. The general framework of the entire square is made of metal. This is described because in many places, the rock mass is still exposed, and these spare parts are very messy. If the metal area is regarded as gorgeous clothes, then these are exposed. The rock mass is like an ugly patch. There are already people waiting for us. They are all dressed up and armed, but there are many differences between American soldiers in peacetime-not only in equipment and uniforms, but also in their temperament. , There is a kind of coldness that complements the rock and metal here. It can be noticed at a glance, and they cannot be confused with ordinary soldiers.

We get off one by one. Under the orders of these soldiers, no one dared to disobey or slacken their orders, because the breath they exude made ordinary people feel terrified. Even the prostitutes who always behaved indifferently and dissolutely did not dare to use that. Facing these soldiers with a casual attitude. I don't care much, but I don't think it is necessary to act like a prickly head. However, while others held back their eyes of the environment, I scanned the surroundings unscrupulously. The people who arrived in front of us, as well as those who arrived in the back, received the same control. The whole scene was weird and quiet, making people's eyes twinkling and panic in their hearts.

My behavior is somewhat unscrupulous compared to other people, and of course it has attracted some attention. However, these weird soldiers didn't have any more actions or words apart from paying special attention. Each vehicle was assembled into a small team, and under the guidance of the soldiers, it was gathered with other small teams. No one asks where they are going to be taken, the strange smell here makes people can only swallow their doubts in their stomachs. In short, it is right to go with them, since it was the government's instruction from the beginning. Then it's not too bad-I think this kind of idea is in most people's minds.

Subsequent development. There is no drastic change, the weirdness brings no danger, everything is as plain and natural as flowing water. We were led to rows of simplified dormitories, and the person in charge quickly went from those weird soldiers who were not close to strangers to relatively more normal female civilian soldiers, and their attitudes were obviously much more gentle. I don't mind some questions, but I also made it clear that I don't intend to answer too many questions. After her explanation, everyone knew that for at least one week in the future, oneself and others would have to live in this kind of stereotyped simplicity. But in a dormitory where the living equipment is similar to that of a regular family.

For two people in a room, first find a combination of accompanying intentions according to your own intentions, and then make a mandatory allocation if there are leftovers. These rooms are all of the same standard, three meters high, five meters long, and four meters wide. They are slightly narrow for two people, but they are not very difficult. The living facilities in the rooms even have air conditioners and refrigerators. The prostitute and I got together naturally. After entering the door, the door was locked. The prostitute checked the wall and the crack in the door and said to me, "The sound insulation is very good." I nodded and scanned the furnishings in the room at random. Bed, TV, air conditioner, refrigerator. Whether it’s a wardrobe, a table or a chair, or even a bunk bed, either can be split or folded. The kitchen and bathroom are combined and separated by a frosted glass door. However, the faucet is divided into two, one for hot water and the other for cold water.

Besides the space and style are slightly inferior to the living standard of the outside world, the living functions are more adequate than most ordinary families' homes.

"Does the silver card live in such a room?" The prostitute hugged her arms, lifted her breasts, and muttered disappointedly.

I have put down my suitcase and ignored her complaint. From the afternoon to the present, the frequent accidents and relocations make me feel that it is time to breathe a sigh of relief. At least, in this targeted refuge, there will be no more troubles in a short time. I can live through the drastic changes on the surface calmly, making it difficult for me to have any dissatisfaction.

I turned on the TV and found that there was only one station. All the programs were recorded. Although there were no advertisements, there was no news. Most of them were popular science and wild survival programs, as well as science fiction disaster movies and superhero movies, as if to suggest What's going on. The prostitute stood aside with a gloomy expression for a while, then said in a lazy and seductive tone: "I'm going to take a bath, are you coming together?"

I did not refuse.

The prostitute took off her dress without any scruples. As expected, there was no half of her underwear inside. Although he is over thirty, his figure is well maintained. He has exceptionally plump **** and hips, and his waist is not slender, but it gives the impression of regular exercise and a feeling of tightness. She exposed this body in front of me without any concealment at all, because her profession is just like that. There is nothing wrong with her, what is wrong is my left eye.

When I saw her body, "Jiang" had an abnormal movement, which forced me to hold down the violently twitching left eye. The violent pain seemed like countless needles pierced into the brain along the optic nerve. I'm probably used to this kind of pain. Thinking about it this way, I still feel very clear in my head. The prostitute turned around and looked at me in surprise. She seemed to be thinking about why I held my left eye. However, she was obviously thinking from the perspective of her own identity. Therefore, her smile gradually penetrated into a rich peach color, enough to make the male hormones toss up.

Her body showed a seductive luster under the lights, and the random movements of her limbs were full of amorous feelings. Even the faint shadow cast on the ground makes people feel a sticky feeling, which seems to be entangled at any time. She began to talk. I couldn't hear exactly what she said. Although I felt that my brain was awake, the pain of hitting the brain really blurred my perception of the outside world. She took my hand and walked towards the bathroom. At this time, the touch of the skin seems to be more sensitive due to the blurring of other sensations, and this sensitivity is obviously biased, for example, it makes me feel that her skin is so smooth and soft. Just like the most beautiful silk, it seems to confirm the most beautiful description of wonderful women in books-yet. I know very well that this delicate touch will never appear on human skin.

The abnormal movement of "Jiang" makes my senses distorted. I want to warn the prostitute and let her leave as soon as possible. I know what will happen next. It was a vague but very certain feeling, which was definitely not a good thing for this prostitute. I can't stop "Jiang", I can't stop it in action, but psychologically. I don't know if I really want to stop it. The left eye has been agitating, twitching, and struggling. The growth of this excitement makes me feel that the hand holding it desperately becomes weaker and weaker.

It's coming out soon!

The prostitute looked back and said a few more words, probably a joke, from her eyes, no more surprise was seen, as if the movement of covering my left eye was a natural movement. The shower drenched me and her. She suddenly tore my clothes open, looking extra wild. Her eyes were full of sex. The soft, loose or indifferent before, at this moment seemed to be The fragile curtain was torn apart by violence, leaving only a strong aggressiveness. I don't know if this is her original character, or whether she was also influenced by "Jiang".

My body can no longer move according to my will. The prostitute grabbed my hand hard and pressed me against the wall. At this time, my left eye has been completely exposed in front of her. I know how horrible and weird the violently restless left eye is. When ordinary people see it, they will definitely be scared to death, because it is definitely not what a normal person’s eyes will be. The posture shown. However, the prostitute seemed to be deceived by her mind. The extraordinary **** made her facial features become distorted and her expression became hideous. This was definitely not the natural sprouting of the human body.

A moist and sticky sensation came out of my left eye, and I felt that the left eyeball rolled out of the eye socket at once. Blood-red liquid splashed on the prostitute's face. She didn't scream, just, the action that forced me, and that hideously distorted, full of lustful expression, solidified in an instant. I tried to enter her heart from her eyes, but this instinctive ability seemed to disappear completely at this moment.

"Jiang" is appearing.

The blood-red liquid, like blood, is different from ordinary blood, thick as a paste, but full of vitality and fluidity. The amount of gushing out is so large, no matter the volume and weight, in just ten seconds, it has exceeded the volume and weight of my body. The whole body of the prostitute is covered in scarlet ~ IndoMTL.com~ The sticky liquid slides along her curve, but there is no dirty feeling, but full of a strange beauty-that is based on The color and movement of the liquid, in line with the curves of the female body, and the extraordinary mystery, form an abnormal look and feel.

Until this time, the prostitute was still pressing my hands against the wall. Should it be because of her too much power, or because I had lost power in the drastic changes. Her hands, that stiff posture, were like the shackles of a human figure, and the feeling of aliveness was quickly fading along with the generation of that strange beauty. Her eyes began to fade, like Jinghua's glass, reflecting my figure.

I lowered my gaze, a large pool of blood-red liquid silted on the ground, and it had already overflowed the prostitute’s calf. The left eyeball was floating on the surface of the liquid, rolling around, and then, like a will, there was a sudden stop, the pupils. Confronting me, as if staring at me. I can't tell the feeling of the line of sight, I just feel that time and space have become sticky and stagnant.

It's the opposite of my own feeling that everything becomes slow, like a silted river. The change of the prostitute was accelerating. The blood-red liquid penetrated into her body through thousands of pores and facial features. Her body began to tremble, and her skin was undulating like an rubber because of the violent movement of the foreign body. In just a few breaths of me, the blood red liquid on the ground has been swept away, and the last piece of blood red clinging to her skin is also quickly disappearing. (To be continued...)