Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1773: Replacement

Just as the cybersphere was negotiating about the unexpected terrorist attack, London was already overwhelmed by fog. After a long period of environmental management, London, once known as the Fog City, has been sunny for a long time. Whenever people talk about the story of Fog City, they often don’t think of the modern city appearance, but more of the last century, with blockbuster movies. The scene where the slabs, stones and wood are piled up. In the story of this kind of scene, the factors such as barbarism, mystery, weirdness, danger, etc. are just like rain pouring out of the sewer. It is dirty, filthy, but also thrilling, the entanglement between people. , The entanglement between human and inhuman is as common as the moss on the stone road.

However, the story has long since ended. Such a world has only appeared in people's imagination since entering this century. Only today, no, it should be said, it seems that those old monsters have never left, they have been lurking in the sewers until this day arrives. London once again overflowed with fog, and the gray fog seemed to be in the breath of the entire city, walking through the streets and lanes, seeping in through the gaps between doors and windows.

It should be said that there are no people living in the city in London at this time, which is a blessing.

Because of the intensification of the Nazi invasion, although London is behind the battlefield, it has recently been necessary to consider the transfer of citizens. Even earlier, citizens and refugees have been allowed to hide underground and passed a series of safety Measures sealed the shelter, and on the ground in the entire London area, only departments related to the fighting were left. When the gray mist rose, all those who realized what was about to happen were grateful for it.

"The fog is too big, and you can't see it from the front." A middle-aged man dressed as a military policeman quietly clenched his rifle, and beside him, a young man dressed as a tomboy who was obviously a woman was still there. Wearing lipstick, half of her face was tightly wrapped in a bandage due to the injury, but she still looked at the face in the makeup mirror with relish.

"Don't look! It's dangerous here, so be alert!" the middle-aged man scolded, but his tone was not so harsh. After all, he should not say this kind of thing, and the other party is also very clear. In today's battlefield, people who can experience a battle without dying are called "veterans". This has nothing to do with age and whether they have military education. The Third World War has only been fought for a few months, but the scenes have been so tragic that they have never been seen in the past two world wars. It is extremely common to lose 70% or 80% of the personnel after a battle. I feel that even in terms of the fertility rate of the entire population, this consumption is too large.

Maybe this kind of war only needs to last for one year, and the human population will drop sharply to the level of the Middle Ages. Such a future feels terrible when I think about it.

Almost all veterans stationed in London today are veterans who have retired from the front. Whether they were originally intended to improve the defensive capabilities of the London area or to allow the soldiers to get rest time, these soldiers didn't care. To be able to return to London and put on military and police clothing, even if you still have to face the sudden crisis, but compared to the front line, the pressure has been greatly reduced, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is paradise.

Of course, London, which has moved citizens and refugees from other areas into shelters, is a little empty and unassuming... Or in other words, in the quiet atmosphere, there are always some inexplicable floating The smell of flustered. I always feel that staying here is not a good thing, but people still prefer to stay in London compared to the visible front.

However, this relatively leisurely day is over. I don't know when it started. There is fog all around, and there is no sign of disappearing. All the people walking on the street, sitting in the room and observing the surroundings are more or less aware of this. This is not a normal phenomenon.

Most people are nervous. The middle-aged military police can see familiar figures walking hazily in the mist, and they are quickly swallowed by the mist. I think I will look like this in the eyes of others. The dense fog makes everyone feel isolated and helpless. Therefore, for the only tomboy beside him, even if she has never done business until now, the middle-aged military police still have a psychological closeness to her.

Although he was reprimanded by the middle-aged military and police, the rapid deterioration of the surrounding environment is also visible, but the tomboy still stared at the makeup mirror and applied lipstick silently, his lips were already red as if he was about to bleed. It is a color that is contrary to the beauty of ordinary people. The middle-aged military police felt a little nauseous, and couldn't help feeling a little more angry. He amplified his voice and said, "Didn't you hear it? I told you not to paint!"

The tomboy seemed to have heard it, and his hands paused, but his head was still down, staring at the makeup mirror. The middle-aged military police grabbed her hand holding the makeup mirror, trying to grab the mirror with force, but the next moment, he saw the surrounding scenery began to rotate, and his body was floating lightly, further and further away from the ground. It wasn't until he was about to land that he realized that he had been thrown up by the tomboy.

In the flipped field of vision, the figure of the tomboy appeared again. The position of the stone road and the sky seemed to be turned upside down. The tomboy was standing on the ground, but it was more like hanging upside down on the ground. The incident happened suddenly, but the middle-aged military police had realized something was wrong. The reaction of the opponent before and after the difference is really too great, it is not the reaction of ordinary people at all, even if it is a person suffering from post-war syndrome, it is not like that his own companion has a problem!

The middle-aged military police was cold in their hearts. As they fell to the ground, the rifle slid to the easiest position to aim at. The sight was moving in front of his eyes, even if the body caused great pain in the impact, it did not make his hands and eyes confused. Without this reaction, courage and endurance, he would have been killed by those monster-like Nazis on the front line.

Furthermore, it is nothing new that the companions around me suddenly turned into enemies like crazy when they were on the front line. Nowadays, there is a heavy fog in London, so it is not unimaginable that weirdness and fog can accompany each other. Even ordinary people, as long as they go to the front line, Shiyou ** will encounter strange things that only appeared in fantasy in the past, and there are even many strange things that they have not even thought about.

The tomboy is likely to be "killed" by the weirdness. This is what the middle-aged military police thought of when he was thrown out.

Before confirming that it was what I was thinking, there was gunshots from a distance. The first gunshot sounded like a signal. Soon there was a second and a third sound, and then the gunshots became one piece. , From the sporadic gunfire to the surrounding streets and alleys seemed to be caught in the battlefield, the atmosphere change only took less than three seconds. The middle-aged military police pulled the trigger of the rifle at the fourth shot.

The vibration of the rifle seemed to tell him the process of shooting the bullet. To others, it seemed to be an instantaneous process, but there was a clear step in his mind, like a bullet effect in slow motion. Like a demonstration, it should have been a very short time, and it felt like it was broken down into more pieces. This is not a supernatural ability. One or two out of ten veterans who have come down from the front have such a keen sense. Moreover, they are not born like this, they are completely on the battlefield. At the beginning of the awareness, it was just a vague, uncontrollable thing, and some people would feel that they were special because of this. However, all soldiers on the front would realize that this kind of keen speciality was placed in the Nazis. The battlefield is nothing at all.

Afterwards, I experienced the baptism of war time and time again. In the most tense time, there will be no rest time for three days and three nights. All the ability and instincts that are vital to survival will be tempered to ordinary people in such cruel battles. Unimaginable degree.

For example: even if the body falls to the ground, pain and vibration will not make the middle-aged military police miss. Rather, when he pulled the trigger, he didn't think about the situation where he would miss the shot. The ejection of the bullet and the trajectory drilled in the air are invisible to others, but in his mind, all this is as clear as it has been shown thousands of times.

The bullet hit the tomboy's head just as he thought, and directly opened half of her head. The bullets that these rifles are equipped with are powerful warheads that have been tested in actual combat on the front line. They have a certain degree of lethality against the Nazis and other weird things. If the tomboy hadn't become a weird thing, then she would definitely die. On the other hand, the middle-aged military police never thought about the possibility of being able to kill the opponent with one bullet.

After pulling the trigger, he rolled to the side, hid in the lamppost, and then covered his body with a trash can, moving towards a stronger concrete corner. The tomboy, whose head was blown half of his head, was still sitting in his original position, keeping the posture of staring at the makeup mirror. This undoubtedly made the middle-aged military police even more convinced that the opponent is no longer a human being and no normal person can be there. Under the impact of a bullet, maintain the original posture.

What made him feel a little relieved was that although he didn't know the reason, it seemed that his reaction saved him again, and the still body did not catch up. Of course, even if the body was motionless, he didn't think that the monster in the skin of a "tomboy" had been killed. He used the corner of his eyes to find the route of transfer, and listened to the movements of others with his ears, but he did not dare to let the motionless "tomboy" completely leave his sight until the fog divided the two.

The feeling of fighting alone, once again struck the hearts of the middle-aged military police, and the fog was all over it, as if it could **** away his footsteps. No, it's not right. He thought about it and confirmed it. It really wasn't right. Although he could hear gunshots from far away, there was no sound of footsteps, even if it was his own footsteps. Under the circumstances, there is no sound at all.

Then, he felt that the originally hard stone road seemed to soften, and gradually became as sticky as a rainy dirt road. However, if you just look at it, the stone slab is still the texture of slate.

From his experience, the stranger the environment he feels, the more dangerous this battlefield becomes. Although it is clear intellectually that the defensive force all over London is no more than 100,000 and 80,000, and he is just one of them, but from the current atmosphere, he feels that he is lonely, especially when he shot and killed his only one. The visible companion, after the tomboy suspected of being eroded by the unknown weirdness, is even more so.

He creeps and runs from time to time. Although he feels the endless threats, as if he stops, the danger of not knowing what it is will pounce on him, but until he counts three hundred silently, it is roughly In three hundred seconds, there was no more practical danger. However, the environment full of gray mist is becoming more and more poisonous, and I feel that my heartbeat is accelerating and arrhythmia, and there is a feeling of depression.

The sky is getting darker, and the middle-aged military police can't help but look up. This light change is absolutely abnormal. It was still daytime 300 seconds ago. If the sun disappears suddenly, it must not be a problem with the sun, but where you are. Fang’s question, but he can find the answer from the sky. This is what experience tells him.

Then he saw a huge planet, hanging in the direction of the tallest building in his field of vision, like the moon, but it was definitely not the moon, because its outline was too big, it was about looking at the moon normally. At that time, the moon was more than twenty times the size, and in the dark night sky background, its color was not the hazy yellow of the moon, but a large ink blue.

Although the color is different from what he sees in popular science pictures~IndoMTL.com~The size of the outline seems to be a little different, but he immediately thought of the one that surprised him, and then gave birth The terrified name Earth.

The middle-aged military police could not help but stand still, staring blankly at the planet hanging in the sky: "If that is the earth, where am I now?"

On this day, the Universe Joint Experimental Fleet, which was observing a huge relic platform in the universe, saw with their own eyes that a part of the ruling bureau ruins occupying the original position of the moon became a scene of a familiar city scene. Without any aura, there was no process that allowed them to intercept in advance, this huge ruin extending from the void, including the gray mist all over it, and the demons bred in the gray mist, turned into a more orderly scene.

"That's..." An incredible voice came from the internal communication network of the fleet, "That's London!" His voice was shaking: "Why, how could it be..."

Big Ben in London, quickly zoomed in on everyone's monitors, and everyone confirmed what was happening.

Part of the ruling bureau site has been replaced with a part of the City of London. (To be continued.)