Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1353: When you meet the enemy, you must fight, and when you see the enemy, you must slash.

I didn't wake up. When I was thinking, I felt like a slack bolt was spinning. +Small, I feel like I am floating in a piece of warm water, up and down with the waves, but my body can feel the entanglement of another body. Fu Jiang's body was plump and full of elasticity, and her body was burning with greedy flames, which almost burned the memory of the clouds and rains in the past few hours. When I opened my eyes, Fu Jiang was already naked, leaning on the head of the bed and flipping through the book. The only light in the room was the instant whiteness when lightning came. After that, the thunder went away, and only the rustling rain was filtered by the doors and windows, and our breath, the burst of sparks in the fireplace, was the only sound in this room.

I have no doubt that Fu Jiang can read the words clearly in the book when the shining retreats, leaving only a dark environment. After all, even if she looks like a person, her essence is not human.

Fujiang is the "Final Weapon". No matter which doomsday illusion it is, I have never doubted that this identity will disappear in time with the passing of the apocalyptic illusion in the past. I have never been able to understand how Fu Jiang’s identity in this doomsday illusion connects with other current mysterious organizations, especially Doomsday Shinrikyo. Just as in the past, I have never stopped her from leaving, and I have never peeped into her secrets. Today, I still haven't pursued her state of activity outside of my observation.

Tomie is my wife, but even so, she is still a mysterious woman to me. Her thoughts are often simple, but in the context of her not-so-simple identity, saying only "simple" would seem out of place. I don't understand Fu Jiang, this, in the time I spend with her, nothing has changed.

When did Fu Jiang become my wife? How long has it passed since we got along like this? When I stroked her skin, I couldn't help but think of this kind of problem that I usually don't care about. However, the answer is also vague. From the feeling, the time we spend together seems to be very long, so long that we don't even need words to know each other. But in theory, as I said before, I may be transparent to Fu Jiang, but to me, Fu Jiang is mostly hidden in the mist. Perhaps it was the peculiar experience, the weird situation and the harshness of the environment, as well as the activities full of mysteries, that gave me the illusion of "this is a long time".

Simply know by oneself. In terms of physical counting, I met Fu Jiang from the beginning, married her, then died in the doomsday fantasy, died in the hospital reality, and reborn in the doomsday fantasy. Now, I have no money, even two years. Today I feel that I have experienced too much and become mature. But even if I accumulate the time of doomsday fantasy and hospital reality, my Gaochuan personality is probably just over eighteen years old.

So counted. I am now the age I graduated from high school.

I touched my forehead and sat up from the bed. Thinking about it this way, I felt that there are so many incredible things about the past experience, which makes people feel like dreams.

"Did not dream?" Fu Jiang said suddenly. While flipping through the books, she stroked my skin. She always did this, as if she would never be satisfied, and she never concealed her desires more. But get along for such a long time. I have clearly felt that her appearance seems to be full of fiery sex, and her behavior is also very straightforward, but inside it seems to be this kind of biological reproduction. Sometimes I can't be sure, what kind of thoughts, what purpose, and what kind of needs she came to affair with me. It is undeniable that being with her can always meet the physical and psychological needs, but in the aftermath of passion, you will feel a sense of fear of facing inhumans.

I have long been accustomed to this sense of fear, but it does not mean that I will not have a sense of fear, nor does it mean that I can completely ignore this sense of fear.

Zhenjiang, Fujiang or Zuojiang are good. The more there is no distance between them, the more you can feel the inhuman side behind the human form river. All of them behave like normal women, just like normal humans. Behavior, although it cannot be said, gives people a sense of disguise, but it does make me deeply feel that its starting point is completely different from the starting point of human beings doing those things.

The atmosphere in the room exudes a strong taste of love. I held her hand that was playing with my lower body, but she grabbed it back, wrapped it around my waist, and placed it on her own huge chest. Even with such suggestive gestures, Fu Jiang’s expression has not changed at all. There is no half of the desire and femininity of women when they are rising. They are just simple and calm. Looking through the words, they don’t look like it. Immersed in the words between the lines, just ordinary concentration, casually watching.

Sometimes, her behavior and expression are so out of touch, it is difficult for people to guess what she is thinking.

"No dreams." I said. It has been a long time since I had a sleep like before, without a clear dream. I don't know when I have been surrounded by nightmares with different contents, and these nightmares are sometimes more real and clearer than reality. Fu Jiang and I have been together for a long time, and of course he is very clear about the fact that I always have nightmares.

Fu Jiang listened to me, put down the notebook in her hand, and looked at me with a wanton look. She said, "It's a very interesting story. You really insist on it all the time, A Chuan." Outside the window Lightning illuminates the cover of the book. It is the diary that I have been using to record my experience. In fact, if it is in the reality that I imagined and does not have any mystery, it is impossible not to damage these diaries. It is impossible to always be by your side.

However, in the doomsday illusion, when I realize it, this diary will appear next to me, maybe in my hand, maybe on the table, maybe on the bed, although I never thought about it in the past It would be lost, and it didn’t happen in reality, and I don’t remember whether it was replaced. However, even if I realize this seemingly strange problem, I don’t care anymore.

No matter how many fierce and cruel battles, no matter how many diaries I write, this book has never changed in my memory, it has not disappeared, it has not been destroyed, as if it will never be full of words-then. Is its cover really what I think "that's it" now?

Because the content of the diary is enough to make any normal person feel crazy, I once called it "Luoshan City Teaching Book", a name that is also famous in occultism. I felt that if others were to read the text in it, it would make them crazy, so even if I wanted to publish it initially, I tried to compile it as a story sheet. But, so far, the only people who have read this diary from beginning to end are only Fu Jiang in my memory.

Yes, even Dr. Ruan Li, for various reasons, is not as a pure reader, "reading" these stories from beginning to end.

From this perspective. The most loyal reader of my story is Fu Jiang. Although the personality of the same human form Jiang is more like the mental patient Zhen Jiang, and Zuo Jiang, who is most suitable for the attitude of a good wife and mother, will not be like Fu Jiang, and read this diary with great interest.

When I realize this, I sometimes feel in a daze, these diary stories written from my own experience. It exists for Fu Jiang. If there is no Fu Jiang, then. As a record of "a story for people to read", it loses its fundamental significance.

Fu Jiang will not become crazy even if he reads my story, no matter how weird the things I write, they run across the background of different doomsday illusions. It can make people think that the memory is confusing, it also makes the clues of the story very complicated, and it is full of mentally patient-like babbles-even if it is full of places that are very unfriendly to readers, Fu Jiang never gives up.

When she reads, she is not very focused. The attitude is certainly not a die-hard reader. It's just that she looks at a story that seems to be able to be read so ordinary, but this attitude makes me feel that she has a strange place that is no less than that of Zhenjiang.

"Interesting story." She described the part she just watched. I don't know exactly where she saw it, but even if she said "fun", there was not much "funny" expression on her face.

"The world is different, A Jiang." I said in a deep voice. Everything in the diary is my own personal perspective to record changes in the environment and events, excluding those modifiers. For me, the story itself is true. However, Fu Jiang did not fully experience these stories with me. So, what does she think of the situations about "Jiang", "Doomsday Fantasy" and "Hospital Reality", and even various "nightmares"? And the story is full of my conjectures about the changes in these things, how does she view these thoughts?

I have never asked Fu Jiang on the initiative.

"I know what you want to ask, A Chuan." Fu Jiang said calmly, closing the diary, putting it aside, and taking out the cigarettes and burning them for me and herself. "Actually, I am not everything. You know everything clearly. You know, I’m just one of the many personalities in this body, and I don’t fully have the memories of other personalities when they act. When I’m conscious, I’m doing inexplicable things when I don’t know. It’s a very common situation for me." She took a long puff of cigarette. Although I think she was talking about a sad thing, she didn’t seem to feel that way. "In fact, this kind of life seems to me , On the contrary, it is the most convenient. Because I don’t care about these things at all."

Tomie looked at me with a serious and stern look, and once again emphasized: "Perhaps, for A Chuan, questions such as'what is the world and what is the environment in which you live' are unacceptable. Questions that are not explored are impossible to avoid. But to me, these questions are completely meaningless." She paused, seeming to explain more clearly, and said: "I am not interested in these things. I don’t care where I live or what the truth of the world is. I don’t think about how life works and what meaning it has. When I stand awake in a certain place, I face what comes next, I want to get peace. Unexpected situations, accept their existence, adapt to their existence, and then act for granted. This is the way I choose to survive."

So, the problems in my diary that make people break their heads are hard to imagine, extremely complicated. For her, it has never been a problem—she doesn’t care, doesn’t pay attention, and doesn’t think, no matter what It doesn't matter whether it is true or not. Only situations that can be touched and observed by appearing next to her, interfering with herself or being interfered by herself, will stimulate her reaction.

I suddenly understood that Fu Jiang seems to be active, but in fact, he is very passive, yet full of adaptability. Her adaptation is also not very human, analyzing and thinking about the environment around her, blending into it, or rebelling. Her own adaptability allows her to directly become a part of whatever situation she faces, without the need to understand.

What is the difference between the past doomsday illusion and the current doomsday illusion? There is a hospital reality that is suspicious of reality, and the doomsday illusion is just the spiritual world? "Jiang" and "virus" exist, and are they closely related to any humanoid Jiang? It doesn’t matter, and I’ve never thought about it seriously. Even if I saw it in the diary, I just regarded it as a story—I finally understood that this is Fu Jiang’s own way of thinking. She never really tried to hide it behind the scenes. Complex things, and just keep your eyes on the front.

Because she only simply stares at everything that is right in front of her, she is more able to focus on the various situations that happen immediately than anyone else, to adapt, to conquer, to go destroy. Therefore, she seemed unreasonably powerful.

"You have too many distracting thoughts." Tomoe said to me earnestly: "A Chuan, what is the world like, whether he is alive or dead, or dying, is it a normal person or a mentally ill person, is it frail or sickly? Strong and unmatched, is it really that important and meaningful to you?" She said so, and took the diary and put it in front of me, "The battle is very simple, and victory doesn’t matter how you are. , What is the world, and what is the future. When a battle occurs, the factor that determines whether you can win is only how you deal with the battle at hand. Whether the battle at hand is victorious determines your situation after this battle. You know? It’s just that, it has nothing to do with what kind of world you are in, what kind of person you are, or what state you are in."

I understand what Fu Jiang means. Although many of my thoughts are closely related to me from a long-term perspective, in fact, the problems I have to face are simpler and more complex than those revealed by my thoughts. Substance, closer. Just like the situation on the peninsula now, although considering the conspiracy behind the mysterious organizations of all parties, it seems that this is a dark and mysterious event. The huge vortex swept everyone on the peninsula, but what I have to face~IndoMTL. com~ is just the enemy that finally stands in front of him.

"It is meaningless to think about what the enemy will be in the future." Fu Jiang got out of bed, facing the lightning and thunder, stretching his limbs, the curve full of roundness, just like Accumulate the same power as nuclear fission. Even if she is naked, she can't give birth to obscene thoughts.

"In the final analysis, as long as it is an enemy, it must be defeated. Before defeating the enemy in the future, we must first defeat the enemy that comes in front of us. The so-called world, the so-called life, is to face each enemy that comes in front of you. It doesn’t matter how they came in front of you, and it doesn’t matter what they are." Fu Jiang turned around, and the corners of her mouth curled up fiercely under the shadow, and the smooth muscle lines were blowing up. It seemed to be shining amidst the thunder and lightning, "Truth? Real? Unreal? Huh, I don’t know the so-called. The enemy must fight, and the enemy must be cut. This is life, the world, the only thing that cannot be escaped, the most true reality!"

"Achuan, thinking is necessary, but if you are swallowed by problems, then you are just a slave of thinking! Don’t ask why, don’t ask yourself what to do, if it is a destined enemy, it will definitely be Come to yourself at a certain moment. And all you need to do is to kill it when it comes in front of you. It's that simple." (To be continued.)

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