Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1406: The choice of human form

I stepped past the crowd, came to the closed door of the chapel first, and pushed the door hard. The door is closed, and there is a taste of panic from it. I know that most of the people inside are struggling. They are patients and have many mental defects, but they are not puppets with no mind. They will also be afraid and also Fear, craziness and despair. What is happening in the gathering place is too terrifying. This horror is not only manifested in external phenomena and scenes, but also a silent force that will erode the soul.

Even if I once cheered up the people inside and pretended to be a priest, I didn't expect them to treat me like a savior. I can understand the closing of the door, but this is not what I need.

"Open the door!" I said.

The people behind me began to commotion. The closing of the door was a silent rejection. These people came here with a saved mood. They don't want to see this rejection. However, I am not worried at all, the door will continue to close tightly. This chapel is not the kind of building that belongs to only one person and cannot be entered without the permission of the owner. The concept of "chapel" is a more open and popular concept. Besides, there are still humanoid forms inside, and the other people behind me should also be very important to the entire sacrifice ceremony.

Too many factors are destined, we will definitely be able to enter the chapel, no matter how it is, an extremely complex system controls the whole situation, the details are not mentioned for the time being, but the general direction will not be mistaken.

I heard a squeaky noise inside. Maybe it was already noisy inside, but when it came out, it was suddenly weakened. I didn't intend to pay attention to what they thought. Just when I was going to use a tougher method, the door was opened from the inside. What caught my eye was an environment that was more religious than before I left. The patients who stayed in this chapel put on black robes one after another, just like true believers-my speech to them is playing Some effects. I'm not sure. This effect must be positive and positive. In any case, it also borrows the truth of the end. But as far as the current situation is concerned, although they are flustered, they are still a little sober after all, and their attitude is relatively more positive.

"My lord priest." Those who opened the door bowed their heads and saluted me. They seemed to treat me as a priest. I didn't care about their mentality. In any case, it is better than waiting to die. I stuck the sawtooth knife on the steps and held up the diary around my waist-it was decorated like a religious classic.

"Let the people behind, they need to be saved!" I said loudly.

So the people dressed up like believers stepped aside, and some faced the survivors who had approached. Although it caused some ripples in the team, they were still quickly suppressed and filed into the chapel after all. I was the last one to enter. After I entered, the followers pushed the door hard. Close it and put down the huge doorbolt.

There was a lot of harassment in the chapel. The old sick believers and the new survivors were divided into two obvious groups, each whispering, but this atmosphere made me feel normal. I am not saying that they are normal at this time, but that they have changed in comparison. Before becoming a believer, these patients and before escaping, these people who closed themselves in the room, on the contrary, seemed even more abnormal.

The human form is very eye-catching in this group. She was too quiet, and this quiet did not obliterate her sense of existence, but was like the most maverick. She sat alone on the first row of benches, and she was the only one in that row of benches. She just sat like this, like a puppet out of control.

I walked over to her and sat down, thrusting the serrated knife into the ground. After entering the chapel. I finally have some peace of mind, although in theory the security here is only temporary, and there will be greater dangers and horrors here. I let the girl get off her body. When I saw her at this time, I couldn't help being surprised. Only then did I understand why the villagers looked at her as if they saw a monster.

Although the girl's body has not been alienated too much, the entire face has been completely deformed-she has lost her eyes, and her entire eye sockets have become pitch-black hollows. At this time, even her mouth has also been lost and replaced. It is also a similar void. The three voids constituted her facial features and distorted her original delicate face. At this moment, the girl is really like a monster.

Although the movement of the mouth is no longer visible, the girl's voice is still heard from the black hole: "Brother?"

"Don't worry." I rubbed her head, looked at the humanoid, but met the flat and indifferent gaze of the humanoid. I don't know when, she turned her head and stared at me.

"I..." I was interrupted by her before I finished speaking.

"Dear hunter, I understand your concerns and your thoughts. You now have two choices." The humanoid system said: "This child is special, and her role alone can overwhelm others. Sum. The sacrifice ceremony is bound to be completed, and you, respected hunter, in order to applaud your efforts, you can make a choice-sacrifice this child or sacrifice everyone."

I was silent.

I have thought about the humanoid system staying here with a certain mission, but such a straightforward statement is too hasty for me. I think the humanoid system might say such cruel things, but I never thought it was now. I can even understand why she would say such things, as if the friendly relationship before was an illusion-because I didn't think she would not become an enemy because she hadn't done extra things.

In other words, the chance of becoming an enemy is actually quite high. Temporary contacts, respect and support are only part of the entire execution process. This kind of thing is also well understood. What kind of feelings and thoughts I have for her, in fact, are not enough to interfere with her behavior, if she is part of the **** center.

The figure system at the moment clearly knows what I want, and she also gave a choice. In addition, I also know very well that she will not give more choices. Maybe there are other options, maybe not, and I can't think of it myself if she doesn't say it. It is precisely because I can't figure out a way that I finally regard this chapel and her staying in the chapel as the last line of defense, right?

I was silent. Thinking.

For others, this choice may also feel a headache, but it is driven by fear and despair. I probably won’t hesitate for too long. But I am very sober, knowing that once I make a decision, it will be difficult to prevent the corresponding disaster from happening.

Sacrifice a child? Or sacrifice someone other than the child? The words of the humanoid system prove how important and special the "children" in this gathering place are on this deep night. However. Others except children also have a quantitative advantage.

No matter which side is handed over, they are greeted with "sacrifice."

The process of this sacrifice ceremony seems to require me to participate in it. So, how important is my role in this process? Simply put, if I refuse to participate, what kind of blow can I bring to the sacrifice ceremony? Conversely, if I was necessary, it was an important part of the sacrificial ritual that had been chosen a long time ago. So, no matter what I do, they will try to push me into the current situation.

In this way, it is an inescapable fact to give up one side, make choices of one's own will, and let people on this side become sacrifices.

Nevertheless, I am still racking my brains.

"Respected Hunter." Humanoid System spoke again. Her voice was as flat as ever, but it was set off by the current scene even more indifferent and cruel. "Every minute and every second nowadays, there are deviations expanding. If you choose too late, everything will fall apart. No matter who you are or what you think, you will lose the possibility of completion. In the worst case, everyone will work together. It is not impossible to become a monster in the deepest night, and then die unexplainedly. Sacrifice is the only way to spend the deepest night. There will be sacrifices and other people's wishes will come true. "

"There is absolutely no best of both worlds?" I asked, "Why do these people have to sacrifice?"

"There is absolutely no best of both worlds." The humanoid said calmly: "They can not sacrifice. It depends on you. You can not participate in it, make no choice, and let the situation develop. But, respected hunter, you must Bear any consequences of making a choice and not making a choice."

"I know, I know..." It doesn't make any sense to lose your temper with the humanoid here, to insult her and kill her. Maybe she will fight back or not, maybe I can kill her, but what can I get afterwards?

I had a hunch about the cruelty she said, but it was just a question of whether it was acceptable and acceptable. My life is always like this, let others die or let myself die, or everyone die, there has never been an option to be saved. I work very hard, but there may be people who work harder than me. Even so, I have never heard of anyone who really breaks out of this desperate and unfortunate cycle.

The humanoid system is conveying a message: The Deep Night is not caused by the mysterious organizations of the various parties. On the contrary, the arrangements made by the mysterious organizations of the various parties in order to use the power of the Deep Night are actually relatively weakened. The intensity of the night, and if the sacrificial ritual cannot be completed, then, the most likely thing is that everyone caught in this nightmare will be alienated and will die. The sacrificial ritual itself is cruel, however, at this moment, it has become like a "ace".

The transmission of all this information is urging me to make a decision. Once I choose the sacrifice, then the sacrifice ceremony will be completely on the right track, and the power of the deep night will be consciously and purposefully used by the mysterious organizations of various parties to take away the dominance of the war, not just As it is now, passively bear the erosion of the deep night.

I looked at the people who were sitting on the benches and praying. They seemed unable to hear the conversation between me and the humanoid. They just want to live, even if they are mentally abnormal and don't understand the true face of the world they live in, they also want to live. I looked at the girl again. There was only one person. The change made her lose her pure face and became quite terrifying. There were only deep hollows in her eyes and mouth, and dense tentacles grew on her back. Even if she looked at each other, she couldn't Make people feel good.

"Brother...Brother?" The girl said, her voice had lost the crisp and soft beauty before, and her hoarse voice was like a monster roaring in the abyss. Even if such a voice is acting coquettishly and praying, it can't bring any good feelings and emotions to the senses.

The girl, even if she just sits there, is like a cruel and malicious monster watching everyone.

However, the appearance of this girl at this time reminds me of the people who have been rescued by the Saya virus. They also gradually alienated into monsters from the outside to the inside, but even so, there are still people who stick to the bottom line of being human. The child in front of me is just a appearance that violates human aesthetics. Her thoughts and emotions are still normal, right? I can't help but think so.

"Honorable Hunter..." The humanoid system spoke again, but I reached out and interrupted.

"If you don't choose the option you gave, and I can't come up with other options, everyone will die?" I said.

"It's just possible. Maybe you can survive, dear hunter." said the humanoid system.

"If only I could survive, that would be a great help." I was suddenly relieved, "but it doesn't fit my plan." Anyone who enters the nightmare will die~IndoMTL.com~ and vice versa. Said that people who have not entered the nightmare will not die. Mysterious organizations invested considerable energy and manpower in this nightmare. Although they did not all come with good intentions, nor were they all friends, all they did was to fight against the Nazis.

Assuming that they all die here, and I am the only one who survives, it means that I need someone to deal with the Nazis-no matter what I think, it is a worse situation than it is now.

Although I want to save the people in this gathering place as much as possible, it is impossible to really destroy the sacrifice ceremony. From the beginning to the end, my behavior is contradictory, because emotional and rational quarrels are indisputable. Even at the last moment, emotional is regarded as motivation, but in the end, a rational choice is still needed.

In the end, who did I rescue?

I want to be a hero, but I can't even talk about a "dark hero".

No, maybe I can save a person, just like in the past, I failed to save the number of people I hoped to save, but in the end it was not completely lost.

The options are here: a child or a group of adults, a child who is beginning to alienate, or a group of crazy desperate patients. (To be continued.)