Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1380: Resident person

    This gathering place is regarded as a sanctuary. When the deepest night comes, this is the last fortress of people-when this kind of cognition appeared, it is no longer possible to verify it. When I came Here, and go to other places to remind others that when there is such a place, I never thought about whether this gathering place is safe or not. No, it should be said that I subconsciously think that this strange gathering place where I am is a real sanctuary. Others have never refuted this with words or actions.

    They accepted it quickly and accompanied me or came to this gathering place by themselves.

    Looking back now, there is always a feeling like "because I think this is a gathering place, a shelter, so it becomes a gathering place and a shelter". This is somewhat self-righteous.

     However, it is an indisputable fact that today's gathering place is regarded as the last refuge by many people. There are far more people here than I have seen in the gathering place in the past. When I am not here, the situation here continues to develop. How many people are there today? I'm not so sure either.

     What I know is that people who are originally in the gathering place, or those who come to the gathering place later, will find a place of their own here, and in general, this The shelter will never be a chapel. These people resist going to the chapel, just like a religious believer who refuses to enter other religions. I don't know if they are believers, but this attitude of rejection is extremely determined.

    They want to stay in the residence of their choice and refuse to contact any outsiders. Before they came here, their attitude was not so blunt. They may play around in the house, communicate, and do something they hear from the outside. It’s kind of weird behavior, but they don’t want to share it with anyone outside the house. Even when first contacting them. They are cheerful and good at accepting opinions, but they only need to walk into the residence of this gathering place. It will be like a different person.

    I used to make associations from a psychological level, and regarded these dwellings and the behavior of staying in the dwellings and rejecting all outsiders as a kind of inner reflection of closed self-protection, but is it true? It is possible that in the residence, there are changes that I don't know about. All of this is not something I can detect now.

    Because I cannot destroy the residence here.

    In such an ideological world, in most cases, even if it is restricted by the hunter’s seal, it is not possible to maximize the power of the magic line. However, judging from the appearance of these buildings, it is not enough. To withstand my attack-however, the truth is. Unless the people inside take the initiative to accept me and open the door from the inside, otherwise. Even if the doors and windows are open, I can't enter it.

    There is a kind of power that refuses my entry and refuses my contact. They can hear my voice, but in many cases, voice alone cannot convey much.

    I think that such a closure, even if it is not a reflection of mentality. The behavior itself is extremely dangerous. They keep themselves in an environment where they cannot get help even if they change. But. My thoughts are probably just the opposite of theirs.

    I talked to them. It is understood from their emotions that they reject outsiders precisely because they are afraid that outsiders will bring bad things.

    They don’t think they need my help. No, it should be said, maybe help is needed, but this kind of help is best isolated outside the residence.

     Therefore, in many cases, if I take the initiative to contact and provide help, there will be a feeling that I am forcing them to accept help... This feeling is not good.

    Even so, I still slap their door regularly to confirm their situation through the reaction inside the residence. Of course, their reaction was fierce, very angry, and even hostile. I have accepted all these resistance and hostility. I don't want to ignore them completely just because they have a bad attitude. Maybe after an accident, I will regret a temporary prejudice and miss something.

    Yes, no one asked me to do this. Originally, they only confirmed the situation of this gathering place. Many more people came here without my guidance at all. For the residents here, there is a kind of power in the dark, urging them to make corresponding behaviors. It seems natural, but I know very well that there is no such thing as "natural" in the true sense.

    All my actions are sent to myself and not expected by others.

    No, if someone is really looking forward to it, then it may be humanoid. The conversation with her made me feel a little changed and puzzled about her existence. The color should be repelling me now, but the human form seems to be different. Only she can bring me a touch of intimate comfort on this deep night. I don't know if this intimacy and comfort is an illusion, but I am willing to treat it as a real thing.

    I do something to prevent myself from regretting, but I am not expected or understood, and even resisted and feared. Some people will be full of hostility because of this. This is a situation that has not happened for a long time. In the past doomsday illusion, such things were often encountered in similar situations.

    People, surrounded by fear and despair, the huge shadow makes people do not believe anyone but themselves. Although, I think that the more this is the case, the more help from others is needed, but there are many people who know but cannot do it.

    I walked through the laneway, patrolling all the lights and all the shadows in my vision. The light means that there are people in the dwelling, and the shadows are surging with unknown every moment, as if peeping at all the figures reflected in the light. The surrounding light is disappearing quickly at a speed that can be clearly felt, just like the last scene of a sunset, however, in this nightmare of the deepest night, there is no sun.

    The sphere hanging heavily in the sky looks more like the moon than the sun. However, it is not the real moon, but just a mysterious presentation. For the residents in this nightmare, whether they have actually seen the sun is still only in the imagination. What I can understand from them is that they seem to have been waiting for the night to come. No one knows what happened the last deep night, but everyone knows that people will die in great horror. It's like they are born with a prophecy. And their lives only exist in the time of "one deep night".

    However. How long will a deep night last from the omen to the end? No one can count.

    "I don’t know why you knocked on the door. Do you want to ask for something to eat? But unfortunately, we don’t have anything here!" The person in the house said, "I won’t open the door, let’s go. , Hunter. Go away!"

    Look, this is the attitude. There are some worse. Even mocking my behavior.

    "Look, this is a hunter. What the **** is the hunter? Are you coming to hunt us? Are you going to kill, is it a monster or us people." There are also many such things.

    In my opinion, the best attitude is, of course, that they don’t say a word, but only make a sound with their actions, telling me that they are still alive.

     However, although such exclusion can be seen everywhere, but. There are people who really hope that I can do something for them.

    When I moved into a new laneway, there were women who had communicated many times. Pray for me behind the room. The candlelight lit in her room perfectly imprinted the silhouette of a bottle of flowers on the window glass. I seem to be able to smell the fragrance of the flower.

    "Are you a hunter? Ah, thank you for being able to come here." She said, "I feel a little relieved to see you here."

    "If something happens and I am away, you can choose to go to the chapel, maybe you can find a companion there." I replied, but. The situation in the chapel is also not optimistic. I don't know, the people in the chapel. And the people who choose to hide in their homes, which one can live longer. I just told this woman. There is just another option. "I don't want to leave." Sure enough, her answer was the same as before, "It smells like home, I think of my mother... She is a kind-hearted woman. If at that time, she didn't go to church to inform others. ......" At this point, she sobbed and cried.

    Her reaction did not seem to be contrary to common sense, but from the first contact with her, she was no different from other people and gave me a strange feeling of morbidity. If I stay here, she will talk about and tell me more things that have nothing to do with me, and the things she said are just like her own witnesses. And if I choose to leave, she will not do more to stay.

    When I left, she was still repeating what she had said more than three times, as if she had no other lines.

    Then there are two more familiar people, a man with a sharp tone, and a gentle and indifferent young woman living in the most exquisite bungalow in the gathering place. From the feeling of conversation, these two people are more able to accept the existence of "the deepest night" than the others. Moreover, they have been here for a long time. They are locals in the gathering place, and they have a completely different sense of familiarity with the hunter "Old Hawk" who also came from this gathering place.

    When I first came here, it was these two people who spoke to me first. I still remember the situation at the time. I reported Old Hawk's name, and they knew that Old Hawk was dead. Even so, they didn't have much sadness, as if the death and inheritance of the hunter was a matter of course.

    The man once mocked the fact that "Old Hawk buried himself in the grave". He seemed to want to mock everything, it was a matter of habit, not a real attitude.

    "Look, what I said, we meet again." The man's voice rang before I approached the room. On the other side, the voice of a young woman came: "Your Excellency Hunter, do you have any good news?"

    "I'm sorry." I shook my head and said, "I have to go out. If you encounter something that you cannot solve, you may be able to leave the house and go to the chapel for help."

    "Idiot! Idiot! If you open the door, you will only invite those monsters to come. I am not a hunter. Once I step out of the door, I will be eaten by monsters who don’t know where I’m hiding." Man Like everyone else, I rejected this suggestion, "Don't you understand? Hunter. These monsters can't be killed. Maybe you are very powerful, you have killed a lot of monsters, but you will not always be so strong and so lucky. The depth of the deepest night will attract terrifying things, which humans will never be able to defeat."

    "How much do you know? About that invincible thing." I asked sensitively. The monster in this nightmare will not completely die out before the end of the deepest night. This is not new information. However, the man mentioned "an impossible monster", which further proved my guess. Precisely because of imagination, inference and guesswork, I am not surprised by what men say, but I am not dismissive of it either.

     "Ah, what a hopeless lunatic." He muttered and described me.

    The young woman on the other side seemed to know the relevant situation and spoke for him: "I think, this time, we will not be able to spend this deep night anyway. However, whether it was true before Someone has spent the deepest night? After all, why does the deepest night exist?" She asked this question~IndoMTL.com~ and then said to me: "This is what the old Hawke said. The victorious monsters will appear in this deep night. This will be the last deep night. The sun will never rise the next day, and everyone will have the final ending. I don’t know. Why is he so sure, but he went to a tall tower in the distance, and it became like this when he came back. He seems to have found something in the tall tower, I don’t know what he left for you, hunter. I thought, In fact, he does not expect you to change anything."

    The young woman’s indifferent voice seems to have given up minding these "death", "helplessness" and "fear". She seems to have nothing to desire, nor does she think that it is correct to care about these things. choose. Even so, she still told me something: "Old Hawk was badly injured. I heard that another old hunter injured him. He said that everyone who went to the tower was crazy. Of course, it seemed to me. , Including himself. So, I heard that he buried himself... It’s not surprising. Even so, I still believe some things he said. Because that is the answer he finally found as a hunter . He has been looking for an answer all his life, and as a result, this answer has driven him crazy, which is really pitiful." (To be continued)