Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1250: Crack

    I don’t know what happened to this woman, but her face is indeed unusual, as if something is peeping at me behind that dark face, but because of this peeping, a greater degree of abnormality has occurred . ∷4∷5∷zhong∷The thick blood overflowing from the face of darkness is the symbol of "Jiang". I think no matter what is hidden in the dark, when it comes into contact with "Jiang", It must no longer be normal.

    In the depths of the darkness, I seem to see Mae. The next moment, a woman's hand stretched out from the dark face and grabbed my shoulder.

    Even if it can achieve "relatively fast" speed sweeping superpower, it is impossible to escape this obvious process of action.

    Without resistance, I was caught. From my perspective, I was pulled into the darkness of that face by this hand. Under normal circumstances, this is of course impossible, because leaving aside the things behind the darkness, that face is only the size of a face.

    I have experienced many weird things in the past. Even so, what is happening now is very new to me.

    I didn't struggle more, probably because I felt the breath of "Jiang", accompanied by the familiar sense of fear. I still have more energy to think about, what kind of scene was my experience in the eyes of others at this time? Was it really what I was conscious of, being pulled into the dark face by a hand? Or, the me being observed by others is just dazed by the woman?

    In any case, everything I feel is an immersive and extremely real situation for me.

    I fell in the dark.

    I don’t know how long it took, I heard someone’s voice. Many people were talking, as if bubbles were formed and burst, making humming sounds. These sounds seem to be distinguishable, but in the end they become blurred. I felt myself immersed in the water, up and down involuntarily. I can still feel a less obvious suffocation, as if the lungs are filled with something. But not really unable to breathe. I can feel my hands and feet, but they are not real. I felt like I was "opening my eyes", but there was only darkness in front of me.

    A hand is pulling me in the dark, but I can’t see that hand.

    There was a feeling of suffocation, which gradually became clear as I was pulled deeper and deeper, and finally became so strong that I couldn’t help but grow up my mouth. Breathing hard like a fish on land.

    shosh----

    The involuntary feeling, accompanied by the struggling breathing, quickly subsided. In an instant, my body regained control, and the moist air swept into the nasal cavity. My vision began to return to normal, but the rhythm of my breathing was still very unstable. When I noticed it. He was lying on his back, with something soft on the back of his head.

    I heard a faint voice from a distant place: "...aggregation failed, give up the cat box, recheck the data..." The voice is familiar. I suddenly remembered that it should be the color of the sound. However, the remoteness of that voice makes me not think she is here. But the lingering rhyme of that voice. It seems that I can understand many situations. I couldn't continue to organize my thinking, only a vague sense of wind remained, as if what happened before I explained to myself.

    Quiet surrounds me again. My skin feels moist and cold. A hand is stroking my body, across my eyebrows, nose and mouth, across my face and chest, into my patient gown, rubbing my skin, just like rubbing a precious piece of silk.

    I found out. Although I thought I hadn't closed my eyes before, in fact. But it has closed.

    I opened my eyes vigorously.

    A face hangs down from above, and beautiful long black hair pouring down like a waterfall. Even if the facial features are partially covered by the bangs, they can still be recognized at a glance, and the most conspicuous thing is undoubtedly the eyes. When matching, the color of the pupils is not important at all, because the pupils are deep. , Darkness, evil and cruelty, as well as the things hiding in the deepest place, all give people an extremely strong, familiar and peaceful sense of fear.

    It seems to be chewing my fear, chewing my soul, licking, swallowing, and ruminating repeatedly, but it just won’t be completely digested.

    This is not the human eye. I always think so. However, such a sense of horror suddenly disappeared like an illusion.

    I felt my left eye twitch violently, and the pain made me more awake. I raised my arm on my forehead with difficulty, and asked: "Mae?"

    There was no response, but the softness and fullness of women brought by the touch of the skin is true. I faintly smelled a scent, however, the scent began to deteriorate again and became not so deep. That extraordinary feeling receded like the tide. The touch of that hand also became eager and panicked. His long hair like waterfall has also become less shiny. The touch in the back of the head, although still plump and soft, is no longer familiar.

    The changes are too complicated, I seem to understand something.

     is no longer true.

    I raised my arm resting on my forehead and saw the face of an ordinary woman. She lowered her head, bleeding from seven holes, and became extremely terrifying, just like the terrible ghost in a horror movie. Her hand did penetrate into my patient's suit, but at this moment, she had no breath, and the touch from her palm was becoming stiff and cold. The linkage determination has not observed that she still has any characteristics of life activities.

    She is already a dead person.

    I was lying on the lap of this female corpse, like a lover lying on a knee pillow.

    If you are an ordinary person, you will be extremely frightened, but I don’t have the slightest emotional fluctuations. It’s not that I won’t be surprised. It’s just that there have been too many shocks before, which completely burned my emotions, and All that was left at this time was pale ashes.

    I know that this dead woman is the faceless woman before. At this moment, she can already see her face. If there is no horrible bleeding from the seven holes, the facial features are very correct and there is no distortion. Instead, it constitutes a sense of peace. All these contradictory feelings and strange performances made me believe that "Jiang" did indeed appear. In the way of Zhenjiang.

    Of course, she has disappeared at this time.

    I got up from my thighs that gradually became cold and stiff, and the woman knelt on the ground, like a statue. I ignored the situation around me and wiped the blood from her face with a patient gown. Look at her appearance again. It looks like a European and American race, but the facial muscles and bones have some abnormal distortions, and it becomes closer to the Asian face-as if it has been roughly plastic surgery, but I don't look carefully. It is impossible to detect this.

    The posture she poses has a soft beauty that is unique to Asians. Even when the body is already cold and hard, you can still feel the gentleness and considerateness of her actions when she was alive.

     just looked at her. You can think of her past and compare it with her present, so you can feel a creepy sense of contradiction.

     is like the "ghost upper body" commonly seen in the occult.

    I tore open her patient gown, and I saw more distortions. I carefully explored her breasts, waist and hips, which constitute the most conspicuous gender features of women. The skin, flesh and bones have all changed, as if they have been subjected to a huge external force. And forced to change it, so that when there is clothing to cover, the contours of the measurements are more undulating and graceful. But also because of this forcible distortion, all her internal organs were severely traumatized, and it was impossible to survive.

    In the past, there have been cases in which Ningyo River appeared by corroding and distorting the bodies of other women, but this is the first time I have seen such a tragic scene as it is now. It gives people a feeling of "halfway", and the whole process is not as inevitable and smooth as in the past. I looked around. The thick blood that I saw before falling into the darkness left no trace at all.

    That dark face. The blood that spewed out can no longer find any clues in the room. If it weren't for the abnormality of the corpse, it really makes people feel that everything they have encountered before is nothing but an illusion of oneself.

    I didn’t think about what happened before and what happened. I picked up the corpse, put her back on the bed, and looked at her. My heart was very peaceful. I didn't feel any guilt because of her death. I just felt a little sad and obliged to do something for her. I closed her eyes, her expression was so serene and calm, even the distortion of her body could not prove that she died in pain. I found a large piece of curtain cloth, covered her body, and left the room.

    Fr Edward is right, this woman is indeed abnormal. Since the contact with me made her the way she is now, then, when she was in contact with Father Edward, what did Father Edward see on her face? I think the changes that this woman has produced are based on certain characteristics of the other person who is looking at each other.

    In the current scene, the appearance of such a mysterious woman is undoubtedly very abrupt. Even if it is taking a new drug, it should not make an ordinary patient change to this degree.

    I not only remembered everything I felt in the dark, and the distant sound I heard when I was about to wake up, plus the ashes I encountered when I first saw this woman Word. I have a strong feeling that the reason why I met this woman is completely a trap that I didn't know how to prevent. It's just that the trap itself was forcibly destroyed by Jiang's power, but from another perspective, this trap has already made contact with Jiang.

    If the mastermind of this incident is color, it will not make me feel strange. Regardless of Dorothy and color, they have always targeted "Jiang" and carried out targeted activities. They spend a long time planning and arranging traps, and they have the ability to intervene in the doomsday illusion based on the reality of the hospital.

    This time, it is still just a little test. I don't think they would think that they can achieve their goals with just such a small trap.

    I walked out the door, and when I looked back, there seemed to be something wrong with the door behind me. After a closer look, I suddenly realized that the house numbers are different, and the appearance of the door and the wall is also different in many details. I suddenly opened the door again, only to see that the internal layout of the room had changed a lot, and the corpse that was supposed to be on the bed was gone.

    This room is no longer the original room.

    This is another vacant room, but in terms of location, it replaced the room where the woman’s body was located.

     Because of this, I didn’t stay longer, and I didn’t even think about what was going on. Since Father Edward and I have both experienced that room. It proves that the room once existed, and the non-existence at this time must be a "mysterious" result. Assuming that the person behind the scenes is the color, it is not surprising at all.

    Lightning began outside the window, followed by thunder. Bright white light penetrates the glass, making the corridors and rooms more gloomy.

    I continue to search for Marceau, and Father Edward said that she is here. I tried to open every room I passed by. This is different from my ward, almost all the rooms are not locked. Although mentally ill people stay in the room honestly. His behavior and speech have an extremely uncomfortable greasy and gloomy feeling. Most of them did not intend to communicate with me, but there were also a small number of them, leaving me with a relatively accurate message: there is not only one girl here. The girl who looks like Marceau is at the very bottom of the top floor.

    I don’t know what the real Marceau looks like, what I described is exactly what she looked at in Nightmare Las Vegas. However, one is a nightmare, the other is the reality of a relative nightmare, the difference between the two. It may also be reflected in appearance. The nightmare Marceau I saw in Las Vegas is not necessarily her sexual appearance, it may be just her mental appearance.

    I came to the top floor. No strange things happened during this period. But the situation on the top floor is also somewhat abnormal. I have heard from patients who can communicate that there are many girls here, but when I was looking for them on the road, I saw girls at all. not a single one. The entire top layer, after the chain determination is expanded. All the observations are vacancies. I walked towards the deepest part of the corridor, and the chain judgement came into contact with the one the patient said. But he still didn't see the half figure.

    Yes, I did not find Marceau here, and the entire top floor was empty except for myself.

     Even so, I did not give up. I put my hand on the last door, calmed my mind a little, and felt the strange sensation that filled the entire top floor. I twisted the handle abruptly and pushed the door open.

    As soon as the door opened, something seemed to leak out. It is not wind, but I can feel the sense of flow. What was poured out swept everything behind me, forming a terrible turbulence in the observation of the chain determination. I just feel that everything behind me is twisting and extending.

    To describe it in one sentence, it is: the "mystery" accumulated in this room is being vented.

    I heard ticking clocks and noisier bells, and a long bell came from a wide space. These sounds are intertwined, it seems to make people crazy.

    I can see everything in the room: the bodies of the girls are hung on the wall, lying on the ground, lying on the bed and on the table, there is not much blood, and the appearance is not messy, but at a glance, Understand that they are all corpses. Then, I heard breathing behind me. I glanced back and saw a huge shadow almost covering me.

    I stepped into the room, closed the door, and closed all the abnormalities that had occurred outside the door. In the room, except for the corpses of the girls, there was nothing special. I checked the corpses one by one, and suddenly found that they all looked the same, and they should look like Marceau, exactly the same as the one I saw in Nightmare Las Vegas.

    What happened?

    I don’t understand, but I can be sure that Marceau is not dead. These Marceau's corpses seemed to imply something else, rather than life and death in the true sense. Therefore, even if I witnessed Marceau's body, I still maintained emotional stability. I know that my current self may no longer be in a normal space.

    The corpses of Marceau here are all twelve or thirteen years old from the outside, and they are all wearing patient gowns. I untied their clothes and felt their existence at close range by touching them. There was indeed a strange feeling that did not belong to human corpses, and when this feeling occurred, these Marceau’s corpses collapsed and turned into one. The ashes of the stall.

    I heard Marceau’s laugh, as if all this was just a prank by her.

    "Marceau." I said to the empty room, calmly.

    "I'm not here." Marceau's voice came.

    I was looking for reputation, only to see the windows blocked by heavy curtains. The sound should be coming from outside the window.

    I walked up quickly and pulled open the curtains. There was a flash of lightning, accompanied by roaring thunder. Pierced the entire room. The shadows in the bright white all become the silhouettes of girls, and there is a feeling of being surrounded by them. What is even more unusual is that there is a huge face outside the window, just like a little man in a model room where a giant tilts his head and peers. And I am the little man.

    Weird and scary. My heartbeat can't help but speed up a bit.

    That is Marceau's face.

    "What the **** is going on?" I asked.

         "Leave me alone." Marceau's big face closed his lips, and the thunder was rolling, as if it were her breathing.

    I don’t want to use any aggressive mystery with her, but she doesn’t seem to plan to talk to me properly. I clearly felt the changes between her and Nightmare Las Vegas, even though it was in Nightmare Las Vegas. Marceau was already extremely abnormal, self-willed and evil, but compared to how she feels now, she seemed to have converged a lot at the time. Marceau in this repeater world, and Marceau I have ever met. There is a big difference, and this kind of huge difference has never been encountered in Sakuya and Hakkei.

    I don't understand what is going on, but it should not be a good change.

    "What do you want to do?" I asked. That huge face has been staring at me out of the window, with strange eyes.

    "Leave me alone." She continued.

    "You know, I never wanted to hurt you." I said sincerely, "I want to protect you."

    "You shouldn't be here, Achuan." She said, "Quickly get out of here. They want to hurt you."

    "Maybe." When I heard her, I calmed down. Someone tried to betray me. This kind of thing is not worth paying attention to, because from the past to the present, the malice I have encountered is no longer a little bit. Conversely, in my approach. It is not normal to not be targeted.

    "You know, I am not afraid of them." I said. "Also, there is no way to leave now. I also have a reason to stay. I am not worried about myself. But I am worried about you, Marceau. What did they do to you?"

    "Nothing, but I know what they want to do. giggle." Marceau was laughing, the laughter was evil and sharp, with the innocence of a little girl, but he could feel a strange maturity. It was an association that made people involuntarily fearful, but an attractive voice.

    "What do they want to do?" I asked.

    "They want me to have a baby with you." Marceau's answer made me startled.

    What the **** is going on?

    "I disagreed at first because I was very shy." Marceau went on to say, "But, I also wanted to have children with Achuan, so I killed all the shy me. They were. It's all duplicity. She wants to have a baby with Achuan, but she pretends to have a pure face. A bunch of bitches!" Her voice became full of anger as she went to the back, and her emotional changes were extremely abnormal and more letting. People feel her mental problems.

    I patiently listened, thought, analyzed the current situation, and finally I had some understanding of what the current situation was. Marceau seems to have killed part of her normal conception of being a human by some method, thus behaving more madly than in the past, and she did not seem to be forced to do so, but a malignant distortion of her own spirit. Perhaps it was the result of taking a new medicine.

    "You said they want to kill me, and you have to have children with me?" I confirmed again, "Do you know what they want to do? I am very strong~IndoMTL.com~Marceau, they are not me Opponent."

    "Because they know that you will come to save me. If you want to save me, you must have children with me. If you have children with me, you will definitely die, and everything about you will become Part of the child." Marceau’s voice became evil, "I really want to have a baby with Achuan, but I don’t want Achuan to die, and I hate the child who let Achuan die. Even if I let Achuan leave me alone, Achuan will definitely not Will you listen? It’s okay, I just thought of how to solve it. As long as I eat the child, A Chuan will be left again. Hehehehehe..." She said so, her huge face lifted up. I had a foreboding that she was leaving, but I didn't expect it to be so simply.

    Before I can stop it, the room has returned to normal-there is no corpse, and no Marceau.

    I know that Marceau is here, but she deliberately avoided me with a crazy idea. (To be continued)