Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1037: Gear bite

The Eight Views are not commenting on my mental state, but they insist on acting with me. I think she is more interested in my activities in this state than the topic about the doomsday that I said before. The hallucinations I saw, the unknown voices I heard, and the anomalies that she felt began to diffuse in the city, she probably couldn't perceive them unless these signs were presented in a more specific and enlarged posture. However, with the weird and mysterious pace of recovery, the public security problems in this city will rapidly deteriorate. After all, even if there is no direct lethality, just an illusion is enough to drive ordinary people crazy.

The atmosphere of this night is very lively, full of unprovoked changes, and the scenery that is accustomed to everyday seems to be rendered into a gloomy tone by this atmosphere. Where there are a lot of people, the vitality becomes noisy and irritable, and where there are few people, the quiet and serenity becomes the dead silence. The clouds in the night sky seem to be coated with a layer of lead, and the bright moonlight becomes more and more dim, and I feel this. This is a completely different change from the past. It is like sleepwalking in a realistic illusion. The happy and expansive mood between me and Bajing also shrank like cold water.

The world I feel is like this. Bajing can't see it, just listening to my description-she asked me to say that, and she didn't say it at all, just acting as a listener. "I want to know the world you see." She said to me. Whenever I stopped the voice describing the world in front of me, she immediately stared at me with urging eyes. It is difficult for me to completely describe the world I see, because everything I feel is always distorted after being transformed into language. However, Bajing's eyes were scorching, and the bright colors of thought flashed from time to time, and her expression changed, which sometimes made me feel. She can really change her vision through my description, just like wearing an invisible filter to observe the world that only I can see.

The air is beginning to fill with a familiar smell. I can tell the difference between this smell and the previous smell, but I can't tell the difference between them. Just like everyone's home, there is a taste of their own family. It is not simply a difference in human feelings, but a remnant of usual habits, showing their own differences in a more direct and vivid way of "smell". This world before and after Carmen appeared. The taste produced is completely different, and this difference is more clear and deepened at this moment.

We walked through the streets and alleys towards the high-end residential area where Sakiya's house was located. The noise along the way gradually decreased, and people and cars became scarce. At this time, the streets we are in are no longer the places where nightlife is concentrated. Such changes should be very normal in the past, but at this time, my feelings are accompanied by a different kind of atmosphere. . Quiet, as if it was a sign of something stronger and more sudden, and I looked towards the end of this straight street. It was a T-shaped corner, and a street lamp was stationed there, and the light it emitted began to flicker, and it seemed to make a buzzing sound, but I focused on it. When I listened carefully, it became normal again.

"What's the matter?" Hakkei asked, and I stopped suddenly, but this was not the area where Sakiya's house was. Bajing should have been here. Her gaze looked at the towering apartment building in front, "Sakiya, you said, live there?"

"Hmm." I should have arrived. I felt that something would happen when I walked over there. So, I suddenly thought of a question: Did Sakuya come to study at night today? Because of the time difference, I passed by before Sakuya's class several times, but I didn't see her. During the break and after school, Hakkei was always by his side and couldn't confirm it. I have a bad premonition that in the doomsday illusion, Sakiya falls into the weird and mysterious danger that it is in such a night. Although there are various differences between this night and the time, just from the atmosphere full of immediate sense of sight, I still can't help but have a certain premonition that it is about to break the ground.

This premonition is erratic and does not seem to be true, but it does not make me think that it must be an illusion. The accuracy of intuition is closely related to the expression of weirdness and mystery. If the world is ordinary and normal, then my intuition will not be too different from other ordinary children of the same age. Most of the time, it is difficult to rely on. However, since weirdness and mystery are recovering, intuition will become more reliable, even if the feelings of things are still separated by a layer of yarn, but as long as there is no idea of ​​"must be an illusion", it must be assumed. To be true, take precautions in advance.

"I have a bad feeling." I looked around the quiet environment for a while, and said so to Bajing.

"So give up?" Bajing also looked around with me, slightly straightened up. I can't see that she is really sensitive to perceive anything, or just make suggestions following my thoughts.

"No, I brought the equipment." I said, carrying my schoolbag, and brought Bajing to a telephone booth, "I want to change clothes, you help me watch the wind."

Hakjing showed a surprised expression, looked at the phone booth, then looked at me, the blinking eyes were a bit piercing, I think she was thinking about something bad. She didn't say too much, but asked nonchalantly: "Would you like to eat plum?"

"Why do you want to eat Huamei at this time?" I couldn't understand at all, but Bajing snickered nervously, without explaining anything, and pushed me into the phone booth.

The phone booth hasn't been used for a long time. The paint has peeled off, there are very conspicuous stains and rust in the corners, and the whole small space exudes an old smell. The phone is also a style of a few years ago. The phone booth, which is obviously already very backward, has not been demolished. On the contrary, it is surprising that the city has been rectifying, constantly adjusting its structure, and expanding outward. The process of urbanization can be said to be changing with each passing day, only five years. The old things seem to be full of the taste of the last century, but for various reasons, there are still many such old things intermingled with new things. At the end of the alleys is the temporarily new high-end residential area, but there are such old telephone booths in the alleys, and there are even old red brick buildings beside the streets, which are undoubtedly full of sharp contrasts.

Before changing the outfit, I tried to put the only coin in hand into the phone. But the timing LCD screen did not light up. I shook it hard, only to hear the empty voice coming from the phone-I had never used a phone booth before I realized that this phone was actually completely scrapped. The coins that are eaten will not be spit out.

"Damn it. Will you take it down soon?" I complained, opened my schoolbag, took out pieces of equipment and placed them on my body. The school uniform is sportswear, which is very convenient for activities, so I put it directly on the coat. under. Wearing so many clothes and armors this season makes me feel a little hot and lose my magic lines, and my physical fitness is still no different from ordinary people. The sense of difference lies not only in the reduction of overall athletic ability, but also in the adaptability to the environment. insufficient. However, compared to what seems to get worse, these can be tolerated. In the end, only the harlequin mask was left. I didn't wear it in the end, just stuffed it in my pocket.

When I walked out of the phone booth, Bajing kept looking at him, while I was changing clothes. She has been staring at it like this, in the doomsday illusion, the eight sceneries have long been familiar with my outfit, but the eight sceneries of this world still carry the curiosity of seeing it for the first time. He was muttering something in his mouth.

"There are no underpants outside, no plums, no headgear and mask, what a transformation!" Bajing's complaint is very clear.

"It was not a transformation!" I think I understand something, maybe in Bajing's mind. My dressup should be more visually impactful. However, I am not making a movie, nor am I a comic book character. Who would deliberately put my underwear on the outside to sensationalize?

"It's disappointing." Hachijing curled his lips. "A Chuan is obviously a pervert, a mental patient, why is he still serious when he is dressed up?"

"Because it's not funny." I said forcefully, trying to bring back the unreasonable imagination in her mind. I don't know what she was thinking before, and I don't want to know. Anyway, it must be shameful. Dive into the content underground. After her interruption, the somber and sinister atmosphere has disappeared a bit. The lights at the end of the alleys were still flickering, but it seemed that there were not so many deep and dangerous hints. The hustle and bustle from far away set off the silence of this street, but it no longer gave me the feeling of walking into a different space.

I feel much better, so I handed a folding knife to Bajing and said, "Take self-defense, Bajing. From now on, it’s best to carry it. I hope everything is my illusion. You will always use it. Not on this thing, but my instinct tells me that when a bad premonition appears, never expect it to change for the better."

Hakjing did not refuse. After taking it, he waved it a few times. The movements were obviously not trained. She was a layman. If possible, I would like to take time every day to teach her how to use it. Although this folding knife is ordinary The style of this is a metalworking tool, which is stronger and sharper than ordinary knives, and can be very efficient in cutting and stabbing. Bajing's body is just a weak woman, but as long as she learns some tricks, she can still exert her self-protection power before the concentration of weirdness and mystery rises to a certain level.

My battle with Carmen ended with my defeat, but it was not because I was too weak, but because Carmen was stronger. Even if I don't use the harlequin mask and turn into the murderous ghost Takakawa, my ability is enough to knock down any elite soldier, even if he has a gun in his hand. Bajing’s physical fitness and combat experience are far from mine, but there is still a big gap between ordinary people who have mastered killing skills and those who have not.

"Are you really sure that there will be danger next?" Bajing asked, putting away the folding knife.

"Yes. And, I think you should leave here." I replied equally seriously.

"Are you confident to protect me?" Bajing asked again.

"I can't say no." I hesitated. Having said that, if I cannot protect the Eight Views, then all the battle plans are meaningless. I like this world because Bajing and the others can live a peaceful and happy life here, and the weird and mysterious invasion will also herald the end of their beautiful life. And there are not many things I can do. However, no matter whether this world is ordinary or weird, protecting the Eight Views and them is my responsibility as Gao Chuan. It is helpless to involve the whisperer. Hakkei and Sakiya cannot escape the weird attack by any means. Under this premise, they will persuade Hakkei to go and walk into the front line of the battle together. In fact, there is not much difference.

The experience in the doomsday illusion has already made me understand that for weirdness and mystery, there is no “big rear” in absolute meaning, and people who are involved in mysterious events are bound to be involved. When pursuing its inner meaning, it will present a kind of "inevitable" destiny. I hope that Bajing will not follow her. I feel that that will make her live more stable, but it is just an illusion of my own wishful thinking.

No matter the doomsday illusion, the reality of the hospital, or the world. It seems that they are all trapped in a cruel and complex cage full of pessimistic fate. Once they realize this, they will be overwhelmed. Just as when I just walked into the mystery, facing the doomsday deadline that rolled like a wheel, even if I struggled hard. It also seems to be just paving the way for the doomsday, as if everything that everyone does, no matter how good or bad emotions they hold, will become a gear in the doomsday process.

Just as in the reality of the hospital, all that can be touched is only the scope and everything covered by such a "hospital". It seems to be disconnected from the doomsday illusion, but its deeper, but it is closely connected, everything will be merged into the doomsday illusion, and everything will be fed back from the doomsday illusion. The so-called definition of reality and illusion cannot eliminate information at all. Communication, what's more, too many people try to connect the two more closely, so. I personally feel that the doomsday in the doomsday illusion is also full of life and desire, peeping from the other end of the seeming illusion to the end of the seeming reality.

All in all. The unobservable and incomprehensible “virus” runs through it, and it seems that it is the most real and only real thing in the true sense.

That’s why I finally chose "Jiang" as the only real reference. I think "Jiang" is one aspect of the "virus" that I can observe. A complete "virus" cannot be observed, just like at the foot of a mountain, you cannot see the entire face of the mountain, but you can recognize the side of the mountain.

"Jiang", "Virus", "Terminal Illness", "Doomsday", using the most refined words to describe my life so far, that's probably it. No matter whether it seems realistic or unrealistic, none of them can escape from these four words. This world has also begun to emerge with this harsh atmosphere, as if the malignant "virus" has begun to spread, or it seems that a disease that has long been incurable has exacerbated the condition again.

From this foundation, it is almost inevitable to think about the existence of this ordinary world and its doomsday trend so far-it is desperate. Bajing and Sakuya, and even the others, had no way to escape, and from the beginning there was no safe rear.

I don't like to think like this, but still thinking like this will always burst out when the thinking diverges.

"I will protect you." With an oath, I said to Bajing again, as if I had repeated my heart countless times.

"I believe in you, Achuan." Bajing smiled, without any surprise or awkwardness on his face, as if he understood it so easily and accepted, "I will always be by your side. Achuan, I just want you to remember "She took my hand and placed it on her chest. Under the soft and plump touch, the heart was vigorously agitated, strong and powerful, as if she was proclaiming: "Whether what you see is reality or illusion, I will be by your side, do you feel it? I am real."

Her words calmed my mood. The fiery touch and strong agitation made me confirm again. That’s right, whether it seems to be reality or an illusion, it’s not just "Jiang", the Eight Views And Sakiya and others have always been by my side.

"Let's go." I withdrew my hand, the unique feeling of a girl's sexual characteristics still remained in my palm, making me feel a trance.

"How do you feel?" Hachijing tilted his head and smiled narrowly.

"Ah..." I can't tell. I feel embarrassed. Maybe I'm still shy. I'm not sure. Although I'm not a virgin anymore, it's still strange to have such a deep contact with Bajing a feeling of. Mae is not there, Sakiya is not there, and I have had a physical relationship with me. Women whose emotional relationship is more than ordinary boy and girl friends. In this world, none of them have intersection with me. Instead, Hakkei became my girlfriend. Really It's a strange, awkward, but not too resistant feeling.

"I'm not playing a beautiful girl's love adventure game." I emphasized to myself with a voice that only I can hear.

"What did you say?" Bajing asked sensitively.

"Nothing." I said, Bajing obviously didn't believe it, but in any case, I couldn't tell her this. I'm not a fool.

I walked forward in a hurry, Bajing hurriedly followed, grabbed my hem, and got closer after a few steps, just like those girlfriends showing off their intimacy on TV, putting their hands in my coat In the pocket. Among the women I have been with, only Bajing does this kind of thing. Just before tonight, our relationship was still not far or near, but now, the distance between us is like being bitten off by something in the middle. I really can’t figure out what Bajing’s heart thinks and how to accept such drastic changes. However, judging from the movements and expressions of Bajing, I can’t see any reluctance at all. She is really a changeable woman. From Bajing, for the first time, I have a profound understanding of the characteristics of women in this world.

We walked under the street lamp, and the shadow flickered with the street lamp, intermittently branded on the side wall. When I walked to the corner of the T-shaped street, I should have turned right at this time, and I could find the main entrance of the high-end residential area where Sakiya’s family is located. After a few steps, I turned it up, and then pulled up the Bajing too. In the past, the top surface of these walls was always inlaid with some broken glass to prevent people from overturning the wall. However, as the old district was demolished and rebuilt, the walls of the new district no longer have these things for insurance. However, the overall In other words, the degree of security within the community has not been reduced as a result.

Climbing the wall is very easy, the key is later. There are security patrols in the community at night. Although the intensity is not strong, there is an insurance door on the first floor of the building. People who do not have a password can only choose to open it by force. Bajing and I didn’t have to spend much time, so we came to the downstairs of Sakiya’s house—I think, this should be Sakiya’s house, yes—the excuse was already thought out, it’s just that the student cadres came to the door, although they were not in the same class. It's rare, but it can still be justified.

I just need to confirm Sakiya’s situation and her surrounding environment. I haven’t had any contact with her before, but I can only stop here. It may be a good choice for Hakkei to include her as a whisperer. . It’s been a while since late self-study~IndoMTL.com~ It’s not too late. If Sakiya went to the evening self-study, then she just got home, if she didn’t go to the evening self-study and was not at home, then that’s the problem. .

The community was unexpectedly quiet. After I walked over the wall, I was stabbed on the road. I didn't see any security guards. The light from the floor was like a dead background painted on it. Bajing didn't make her own judgment on these situations, but she was a little nervous, and the hand in my pocket felt tight.

There is really no one, who seems to live here, at this point in time, either did not come back, or all of them stayed at home. There are lights in the house, which makes people feel stable, but to us who are standing outside and watching this light, it seems even more strange that the quiet atmosphere around us. However, it was unable to find any more specific anomalies. Hakjing's body is very tense, but her spirit is particularly excited. She seems to be very comfortable with this stimulus. After staring into the darkness hidden in the pavilion and the shade of the trees, she proactively presses the bulletin of Sakiya's house.

A few seconds later, Sakiya's familiar voice came: "Who is it?"

I and Bajing looked at each other, and we all heard that there was an explicit and unnatural tension in the voice. (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.)