Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1000: Wen Qing and Wan Qing

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"There is no food." Zuo Jiang said, and while shaking the kettle, there was an empty sound in it, as if there was still a little water. All the furnishings in the room exudes a simple atmosphere, compared to the previous shelter, it can be described as a complete slum. However, although there is no air conditioning and no ventilation equipment in sight, the temperature is still suitable and I don’t feel stuffy. The internet ball didn't spend too much time on tidying up the room, it only maintained the most basic needs of living. There are still twenty-four hours before the pre-war meeting. If the personal room does not provide food and water, there will probably be a communal dining hall. Besides, the bathing room is probably also public, which fits well with the underground built earlier. Impressions of the base. I have nothing to complain about, and I have experienced a lot of worse temporary living environment than here. However, if possible, I still hope to return to the comfortable environment at least similar to the refuge dormitory.

"Zuojiang, are you tired?" I asked.

"What is Achuan planning to do?" Zuo Jiang asked rhetorically.

"Go out and have a look." I said.

Zuo Jiang shrugged and said that he has no desire to have in-depth contact with other people: "Anyway, there are some guys who are about to die soon. It doesn't matter if you know or not." These words made me feel convinced. , However, from my point of view, I still hope to remember the looks and names of these people. In other words, as a survivor, I feel that most of these people who will die should be remembered. It is a bit hypocritical to say that "heroes will always live in people's hearts". However, if there is one day. The doomsday illusion no longer exists, and "reality" becomes the only reality. Then, I am probably the only person who can prove that they only exist in this world.

If even I die, then, including this world, both people and things are good. There will be no traces of all existence, it should be a sad thing. I hope, at least after my death, who can be sure that I have lived, so. I also hope that when I can't save them, I can at least be the recorder of their existence. I like to write my own experiences as stories, probably driven by this kind of psychology.

No one can do this kind of thing except me. "Jiang" is not a human being and has no interest in such things. And the other Gaochuan is on the opposite side of the ocean thousands of miles away. What he has observed and what I have observed are still different in terms of geographical, perspective, or thinking. I know. There is only one "Gaochuan" after all, however. I'm not sure, when there is only one "Gaochuan" left, my memory, my thoughts, my cognition, how much of the intellectual and sensibility that make up "I", can be passed on-certainly not It's all, otherwise, every new Gaochuan personality will no longer be a temporary new personality, and as far as I know, once Gaochuan dies, the newly born Gaochuan will be completely new temporarily.

My existence at this time is already special enough. It is an abnormality contrary to the laws of the past, and it must also carry a certain purpose of a certain will. I don’t know whether this will and its purpose for me are good intentions or malicious. On the surface, it is the means of "Jiang". However, in my cognition, "Jiang" is nothing but a "virus" because It's just one face from my observations. Can I come back from the dead just because "Jiang" loves me? Or is it a deeper need, expressed through "Jiang" activities? I feel that I am no different from the past, but is it really the same? There are too many questions, and I cannot find the answer. The more I walk into the mystery of the “virus”, the more I feel that I am an isolated island living in the vast ocean. I cannot understand the world beyond the isolated island thoroughly from the understanding of the isolated island, let alone associate it. What kind of world does the world outside of the island look like, and what deep connection does it have with the island where I live.

A question that is too complicated may be a good thing. I don’t know the answer, which means that I will not be exposed to the fear and despair brought about by the deep unknown.

I need hope. The reason why I can go to the present is probably because the current darkness and despair cannot completely overwhelm my hope. However, when all the answers have been answered, is the real ray of light ahead of me, or a deeper darkness? I'm a little scared, so I'd rather be like a fool, be perplexed by unanswered questions, and look for answers while stumbling.

Actually, I know that I don’t need an answer. What I need is just a reason and hope to go on.

I opened the door of the room and walked in the passage. Many people began to greet me. I responded casually and discussed with them what they had learned about the base. Gathering here are not only occult experts, experienced mystery circle fighters, rigorous ordinary soldiers, people from large organizations, but also members of small organizations, and unorganized but powerful enough independent walkers. Everyone here understands what he will face in this battle, and he doesn't shy away from talking about the possibility of a life of nine deaths. However, from their tone, I can feel a decisive courage. Interests before and after the war, although important, are not the most important, because everyone is a person who walks on the lifeline all year round, so they understand the preciousness of life better. Similar to the idea of ​​“Maybe it’s not oneself who will die” is generally absent. Although luck is emphasized in mysterious events, it is only the fools who do not know how to die if they voluntarily entrust their life to the luck of nine deaths. Things to do.

There are no idiots here. They could have refused to participate in this operation, but they still came here. This is not impulse. It is also an insult to describe their decision simply by using "people to die for money". However, from their mouths, I still know that in the previous period of time, a small number of people have regretted and decided to leave-the longer they think, the more enlightenment they feel. Will be gradually worn away by the fear of death. Most people don't blame or look down on guys who give up temporarily, however. It is impossible to say that there is no grudge in the heart.

"Before the start of the combat meeting, anyone who wants to quit will first undergo a period of psychological counseling. If they decide to quit afterwards, they will not be rejected. From this point of view, it is not a ruthless organization. "Said a sturdy man who looked like five big and three rough, with a fierce face, and seemed to be ignorant and unskilled in his early years. "Boy, I advise you, don't force yourself, you will be ridiculed and retreat in the big deal. It is better than not being conscious and dying on the battlefield with great regret."

"Do you think you are going to die?" I ignored his slightly mocking exhortation, and instead asked such words.

The man's expression darkened. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "I hope I can survive, but..." He raised his chin toward the other end of the tunnel, about 30 meters away, and raised his chin. It’s not nonexistent. There are people like that. Plus, I’ve thought about things in Las Vegas over and over, so I believe in my enlightenment. Do you know? I have a wife, a mistress, and three Daughter and a son. If I die, it will be a very serious blow to them. But, compared to this, I find it more difficult to accept that if I don’t try my best to do something, the Nazis’ Butcher knives will fall on the people I love deeply." He paused and said to me one word at a time: "We retreat because there is still a way out, but we are already people who have no way out. "

The World War I in Las Vegas must be won. Even if it is to pay the price of life, someone must pay this price. To complete this victory, look at the whole world. There are many people who are afraid of battle and sacrifice, but , The people who spontaneously want to participate in this battle will certainly not be the only one or two hundred people gathered in this base. This is how a man perceives this desperate battlefield. He said to me: "People who have not come here may not be afraid of them. They feel that this is just a senseless sacrifice. I also know that many people feel that, The people who came to participate in this battle were just lunatics with fame and fortune. However, many people were unable to come because they did not have the conditions to participate in this battle. In my heart, this is just a game. The battle for honor is probably my innate mission. I have written a suicide note, and my family will be proud of what I have done."

"Yes, some things must be done by someone. If we fail, there will be more people who will do it." Survive? The possibility is extremely small, and his contribution is not unknown to everyone. Maybe in this world, some people will remember his existence, but after the end comes and the world collapses, who else can Remember that he used to be here alive, fighting his life to fight for a safe future for his family? His success, his sacrifice, does not mean that his wish can be realized, but this intention really exists in the world I live in, what I observe now, and the reality I face.

I will remember him, let my existence, remember that he once existed.

Like this man, there are not a few people with great consciousness. Some of them feel worried, nervous, and uneasy about the future. The astonishing chance of death that can be predicted is a hard bone in their hearts. Some people chewed it up and swallowed it, while others coughed and couldn't vomit it out. Some people are silent, and some people regard every minute and every second as their last moment to enjoy, even if there is no good place to make fun in this base, some people are like devout believers, whispering In the last prayer, some people regard this moment different from the past as daily life and spend it peacefully. I walked forward along the passage, as if I could hear the voices in these people's hearts. It was an abnormal mess, but in the end, under the coordination of a certain main melody, it merged into a symphonic music.

I saw someone who could not bear the pressure, carrying their luggage, and telling their companions that they were leaving. Before I arrived, someone had left, and after I arrived, some people also chose to leave. But no one ridiculed him, because his choice was originally correct in another sense.

Everything here is alive, full of thoughts and sensibility. They make me feel that what I have always insisted on is not a mistake, and people like me. In this world, there is not only one. I'm unique. But this is not the case.

The choice here, the enlightenment here, the determination here, the hidden possibilities here, the tragedy shown here, the silence here, the hustle and bustle here, all make me feel. It's great to be here and see these people.

I chatted with them, told about my knowledge of the war, joked with each other, went to see some people's jokes, and was laughed at by some people. Nothing is very serious here. But it can also be said that everything is serious. Because everyone knows that the next time is likely to be the end of their life. A person who wants to do something for someone he cherishes, is willing to give all he has, at the last moment of possible life. What will they do? Here, you have the answer.

They make me feel the reality of my existence and the weight of the meaning of life.

On my way back to the room, I felt another gaze, which was a closed room. But the people inside used mystery, penetrating the door wall and staring at me. These eyes are examining, but not hostile. I didn't open the chain decision to observe the people inside, but when I passed the door, they took the initiative to open the door.

It's a man and a woman, Asians who are suspected of being a couple. From the first time I saw the costumes of the two, I realized who I had run into. Both men and women are in their thirties, and their clothing is not modern formal or casual wear. Although the design is like tight sportswear, the convenience of activities is emphasized, but the style is full of antiquity. Perhaps, it can be said that it is a blue suit with modern elements, no doubt, full of the charm of the ancient style of the Central Duchy. These two people are probably the supporters of the local mysterious organization in the Central Duchy, the bald man mentioned before. Their expressions are gentle and solemn, and their every move is reminiscent of the saying "a gentleman is like jade". To me, the breath they exude is familiar and unfamiliar. After the civilization of modern society, it is impossible to change what is deep in the bones.

"Two of them?" Perhaps it was because the two of them were so contagious, I didn't consciously use semi-literal grammatical words when I opened my mouth.

"In the following Qing, the word Xun Da, this is Wen's late Qing in the inner human being." The middle-aged male bowed his hands in salute.

"I have seen Brother Wen, in Xia Gaochuan, there is no word yet." I couldn't help but draw the gourd and did the same salute, but it was a bit awkward, because I didn't have the charm of two people, so In my own opinion, this action also has the taste of being superb.

"It turns out that it is Brother Gao. A meeting is a destiny. Why not go into the house and tell?" Wen Qing gave way, his movements were gentle and polite, but there was a kind of pressure on me. Just as the bald man described before, these two People don't seem to be domineering and difficult to communicate, but they are really difficult to get along with. This is a kind of estrangement stemming from ideology and customs, as well as words and deeds.

I thought about it, and I refused this invitation. Although I was curious about them and the mysterious organization of the Central Principality they represented, I decided to communicate with them in depth, but from the mood at this time , But feel not ready yet. If you want to learn more, entering their room by yourself will inevitably be more uncomfortable, and there will inevitably be improper places when talking. However, it might be better if you let them come to your room and receive them with Zuo Jiang.

So, I tactfully refused: "Sorry, it’s been a long time since I came out, my wife must have been waiting in the room. So why don’t you two go to my husband and wife’s residence? I am also concerned about the mystery of the domestic mainland. Quite curious, you must have discovered that in the land of foreigners, the words and deeds of the two inevitably originated from the cultural and ideological barriers. It is not convenient to communicate. Although they have a close relationship with the Central Duchy, they have grown up since childhood. , Have not been edified by the two ancient Chinese studies, if they are in the room of the two, I am afraid that nothing can be said."

Wen Qing and his wife Wan Qing looked at each other and smiled, then nodded and said to me: "Since Brother Gao said frankly, I can understand it later, so just like Brother Gao said, I'll go and make trouble."

"Well welcome." I bowed my hand again, leading the way.

Zuo Jiang seemed to have noticed something in advance. Before I knocked on the door, he opened the door. Seeing the Wenqing and his wife behind me, they didn't seem to have any unexpected expressions. Just as usual, he said cheerfully and generously: "Achuan, you are back. Who are these two guests?"

"This is Zuojiang, Uchiko." I introduced them to them.

"Wen Qing in the following family, Wen Qing, my foreigner, is the first time to visit, if there is any rudeness, please bear with me." Wen Qing's wife Wan Qing also replied openly and generously.

"Are you a member of a mysterious organization in the Mainland? It's really a rare visitor. This is the first time I have seen it." Zuo Jiang was not dragged into the mellow rhythm by the two at all, and responded naturally in modern language. Let the way in and out of the door.

Wen Qing blinked, there was no meaning in his eyes. Although I noticed it, I didn't feel the malice. Lenovo's own far-fetched actions before, could not help but guess, I am afraid that the previous unnaturalness, I am afraid it is not a normal phenomenon. The influence of temperament has caused subconscious pressure. Even in modern psychology, there are many judgments. I am afraid that these two mysterious organization members from the Central Duchy used their own mystery to further increase this power. Such an approach also exists in Asian occultism.

My consciousness was affected, but because the other party was not deliberate or malicious, he didn't notice it immediately. Zuo Jiang completely ignored this influence, because her words and deeds and the words and deeds of these two people are full of stylized gaps that made me react. It should be the right choice to refuse to talk in the room of Wenqing and his wife before, otherwise, you will probably be led by the other party during the conversation. Even if he reacts afterwards, he can only suffer from boring losses. The bald man briefly mentioned the situation of the two of them. Because of the inconvenience of communication, the two have been kept simple. However, from the current situation, it must be because many people have suffered from this boring loss. A kind of pain, so he gave up further temptation and communication-for the people of other countries, the actual contact with the members of the local mysterious organization of the Central Principality is also a rare and new experience. Few people should be indifferent to this.

While guessing, I invited Wenqing and his wife to sit down. The previous situation said that the confrontation seemed reluctant. In this unintentional collision of temperament and aura, it was naturally unreasonable to argue. By arguing that it is the fault of the other party, it makes one's temperament seem low. Although I don't think I'm a magnanimous person, I don't even bother to fight unpleasantly in this regard.

"Sorry, I haven't even hit the water when I just arrived here. There is really nothing to entertain." Zuo Jiang said naturally without stage fright, and took a seat next to me.

"I'm really ashamed. When the two couples first came here, my husband and I were reckless to visit." Wen Qing really showed an embarrassed expression, "Or, let's go down to the house to get tea, both of us." Hi Tea, but I brought some good tea. "As I said this, I was about to get up and go outside, but I was caught by my hand.

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." I said so. Wen Qing looked at me very carefully, as if confirming whether I was polite.

"Not in a polite~IndoMTL.com~ Zuo Jiang and I had eaten and drunk before we arrived at this base." I said. After all, I got rid of the austere style of speech before, and I felt a little more comfortable when talking.

"Wen Qing, Wan Qing, we are future comrades in arms, but we don’t know you at all. I have stayed in the Central Duchy for a long time. A Chuan is also a citizen of the Central Duchy, but never heard of you. The situation of the organization. The Central Principality is not a mysterious insulating place. With so many troubles appearing in the country, you really can calm down." Zuo Jiang complained half-truth.

"Hehe, when the trouble appears, someone will naturally solve it. Not all troubles need our own hands." Wen Qing smiled gently and said, "Although Mrs. Zuo said it is so dangerous, in fact, the Central Principality It’s still the country least affected by the mysterious disaster, isn’t it? Also, this time I’m here as a guest to increase mutual understanding. I have to avoid the world, but I have no choice but to put it in another place. It’s hard to say, but , At this moment, there is no need for much confidentiality."

I noticed that, although Wen Qing’s speech still retains the sense of brilliance, on the whole, it has become closer to the modern language style. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)