Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 161: Escape
161 Escape
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"I said, I am a psychotherapist, and I don’t work in ***." She worked magically, took out a business card from the ng cover and put it into my pocket, "I want to repay you, money and **** There is no problem with Ranwen Novel Network. If you need it, you can contact the above phone number. I’m waiting at any time, I hope you don’t refuse, you will get a wonderful experience that most men can’t get. Next, there are a few questions, if you know. , Please tell me."
"What's the problem?" I was a little confused by her successive offensives.
"Where is this place? How did I get here? Are you from here?" She stared at me solemnly as if her face had changed.
I’m not surprised. Anyone with a bit of thinking skills will ask these three questions, but only the last one can be answered.
"I'm not here." I told her frankly, "As for the first two questions, I haven't figured it out, but there are some guesses. Would you like to listen?"
She did not answer immediately, but she still stared at me. From her face and eyes, I couldn't see any thoughts at all. Although Marceau's performance in the previous desperate situation is no different from most people, she quickly got rid of that negative state and displayed an extraordinary psychological quality. I think she, like Fu Jiang and Jung, is a smart and outstanding person. I clearly feel from them that this kind of smartness and excellence is essentially different from Bach.
If I use my 17 years of student experience to describe it, Marceau, Fujiang, and Jung are "top students" and Bach is "good students".
"I'm happy." Marceau's mouth showed a smile, giving me a sense of trust that was not sloppy.
"First of all, I can tell you that this is the second time I have entered this place. The first time was this morning." I said, "And every time I enter this place is in the front hall."
Next, I did not conceal anything from Ranwen. Marceau had a look of surprise on his face, but Ranwen Novel Network showed no suspicion. She didn't interrupt my elaboration by Ranwenfiction.com, but only nodded thoughtfully after the explanation, as if being on the scene, filling my heart with a sense of accomplishment. I know this is her professional skill, not how well I tell it.
The more I know about her, the more I feel that her description of her profession is too self-deprecating. Inferring from her description, although it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a senior woman, she is actually more inclined to be a listener and a psychologist, and **** is just an auxiliary skill of the two.
She doesn't have many customers, but every one of them is in a high position. It's actually very simple for these people to satisfy their sexual needs. Beauty, figure, and sexual skills may be indispensable to her career, but the other party will spend a lot of money on her, not because of this kind of thing.
Marceau has said without shame that the hourly salary for hiring her is 10,000 US dollars, and the employer will also pay for her full insurance, travel expenses, purchase of fashion jewelry, real estate and other non-cash wealth, in addition to Can get all kinds of discounts, contacts and intelligence. Together, she is richer than most entrepreneurs.
What an amazing woman.
"It's amazing, you really are a good kid." Marceau exclaimed.
"I am a man." I emphasized.
"Well, cute and respectable little man." Marceau laughed, paused, and said: "It's a **** place, how do we get out? Must we be killed once?"
"Don't choose to die on the initiative" I resolutely rejected her idea, "This mental hospital does not exist in reality. It has been burnt down in the fire ten years ago. Although it feels and true, I guess I just came to this place mentally. Marceau, you should know how serious the death of the mental and psychological level can have a serious impact on sex."
Although it seemed that it was after death that I returned to reality for the first time, there were quite a lot of doubts after the deliberation. After being drowned by bugs, did I really die? I don't have the feeling of death, or in other words, I don't think I'm dead in my subconscious mind. I can do this because there is Jiang Hesi in the body, and the resistance to death is stronger than most magicweave messengers. If ordinary people were in the circumstances at that time, they would probably really die.
"Do you have any religious beliefs? Little Crow." Marceau asked.
"Do you mean to believe in the existence of God?" I said, "I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it." Because everything I experienced has traces of surreal technology, there is a transcendence The mysterious power of technology is at work.
"In other words, do you think our current situation is the kind of supernatural power?"
"No... this is not certain. However, the state of affairs we are encountering right now may not be the power of the monsters." I said, searching for suitable vocabulary in my heart. English is not my mother tongue. To explain this kind of complicated thought, I deeply feel the impoverishment of the vocabulary I have mastered.
"Actually, during my recent travels, I have encountered something..." I thought of the doomsday technology of the Domination Bureau and the strange altar in the battle of the Descending Loop. Although they show supernatural power, they can also be regarded as the effects of surreal technology. At least, although I feel there is some kind of supernatural power, regardless of my own speculation, or personal feelings of martial arts, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the gods, the seal, the throne, the gods, the world, the strongest, the strongest, the youngest, the great Zhou, the royal family. The king of the night kills the gods and the gods seals the throne of the gods and the gods in the world Qiu Mo Ao Shi Ninth Heaven is the strongest abandoning the young and big Zhou imperial clan, there is no "miraculous" feeling.
It's the same here. It seems to be a supernatural development, but I always think that technology can reach a certain point. At least, there is no Ranwen Novel Network beyond the scope of Doomsday Technology.
"What's the matter?" Marceau looked interested.
"This is a long story." I smiled, and there was no explanation from Ranwen Novel. It was indeed a very long story. Although the Security Bureau does not prohibit letting ordinary people know about things related to the doomsday illusion, it also does not encourage it for fear of causing social unrest.
"As for why we are the only place in this place, maybe it is because our brain waves fit together." I said half-jokingly.
Although there are only two of us at present, I think that with the establishment of the local branch of the Security Bureau as a signal, this incident will unfold more rapidly. Maybe soon, more people will appear in this place, and the reality will change beyond imagination. This seems to be accidental, but in fact it is inevitable. The fuse was laid ten years ago.
"You surprised me again. I believe our cooperation will go smoothly." Marceau continued to ask. She said, "Because I don't think this is the power of gods or demons. I think The key to going out is the boy you saw last. Now, we must figure out the identity and relationship between the girl and the boy. Come on, let us see what happened to the place I came in after the bugs ran away ."
As I expected, Marceau is very good at psychological and operational levels. She quickly put aside the aftermath of the rest of her life, grasped the center of the problem at the first time, determined the relationship between us, and unknowingly occupied it. Gained leadership. I also realized it after she said these words. Her vigilance and driving skills are also different from Fu Jiang and Jung. This may be caused by the personalities and professions of these three people, but it is not caused by others. Disgust, on the contrary, makes people feel like they agree and trust.
I don't care who is the leader. Look more, think more, listen more, and you will find the hidden information under the other's actions, just like deciphering layer after layer of code lock, which is great fun to me.
Marceau appeared in the room that was on fire when he entered. The space and furnishings of the room feel like a combination of a pathology room and an operating room.
Standing outside the door, you can see the huge operating table, surrounded by various surgical instruments around and above, and there are red-brown dark spots remaining on the metal bracket, which looks like it has been soaked in too much blood. After rusting. Before entering the room, he could smell the stench of blood and rust.
Only the shadowless lamp directly above the operating table is still on, but some of the bulbs are broken, so the shadows of the operating table and related instruments are very clear. You don't need to observe too carefully, you can also see the dilapidated belt buckles on the table, and the signs of the patient's struggle are very clear. The models of the surgical instruments are also very old, exuding a chilly atmosphere under the harsh light, making cold sweats ooze under the armpits.
I seem to be able to see such a sight. A patient was sent to the operating table in a sober state. He struggled and screamed desperately. However, looking up, he saw a group of people in white coats standing quietly around them. They were wearing masks. Can see those calm and indifferent eyes.
One of them came out, and the others put on his gloves. He began to use equipment directly on this body. Head shell, chest, limbs... and other people carefully explore and think about every structure and texture. The patient's voice became hoarse because of the pain, and was finally dying. There was only a blank piece of white in his eyes, which was the light above his head. The blood was flowing everywhere, flowing along the countertops and brackets to the ground, and the white-robed people stepped on them unconsciously, leaving behind one after another hideous footprints.
Everything is pale and silent, only the sound still lingers on the rusty blades and drill bits.
Yes, I seem to hear them, and those voices are still floating around in this room, telling the nightmare.
This is not the first time Marceau has seen this room, but she is nailed to the spot like a puppet. I pushed her a bit, and before she made a sound, she had jumped away like a frightened rabbit, almost tripping her feet together. She could see that it was me. She didn't scream out, but her face was pale, as if she was seriously ill.
"What's the matter?" I stepped forward and grabbed her hand. She held it tightly, as if she was about to crush my hand bones. It took a while to loosen it.
Marceau finally had a **** face, and he exhaled deeply, as if he was about to vomit something out of his chest.
"I...I don't know. What's wrong with this? When I first came, it wasn't like this here." She murmured.
I stared at her.
"I can't describe it. In short, the things inside have not changed at all, but it feels very ordinary." She paused and said.
"Those blood stains were originally there?"
"Yes, and it doesn't look scary at all." Marceau said, "I saw something like this from a customer, corpses, blood, internal organs, those seemingly cruel criminal records, and now here It feels different."
The furnishings have not changed at all. I saw a raging fire inside. Does the fire seem to be a psychological reflection?
Marceau rested for a while, and soon cheered up again. When we patrolled other places, there was a blackboard-like glass on the wall on the right hand side, with a dim purple light from the inside, and several perspective photos were pasted on it. I took it off and took a closer look. The date of the filming was ten years ago. The patient was called Castina, who seemed to be a female, and I didn't know what she looked like. I have very little medical knowledge, I only know that her brain seems to have some kind of disease.
"Look there," Marceau yelled suddenly.
I looked in the direction of her finger. There was a 113 mark on the wall and another graffiti. A bald woman in a robe was tied to the cross, staring at the head of a huge monster in horror. This monster looks exactly like the monster in the graffiti in Room 107. However, the identity of the victim in this graffiti is more obvious.
"The style is the same, painted by the same person." I said.
"It's a child's painting. Maybe it's one of a girl or a boy."
"There is not enough evidence for this inference." I seemed to be infected by Jung, and I unconsciously took his tone.
"I'm intuitive." Marceau said dismissively, sure of her judgment. In fact, I think so in my heart.
"Do you think the victim is this Castina?" I asked.
"This is hard to tell."
Well, anyway, now we have found the second graffiti, and weird things have appeared in both places, which at least proves that my previous inference is correct. But I feel that I seem to have overlooked something important. What is it? I couldn't think of it for a moment. When I looked up, I found that Marceau had walked to another corner and was looking at a device that looked like an incubator with strange eyes.
"What's the matter?" I hurried up.
"There is something in it." After Marceau said, the box was hit by the contents, making a dull noise.
Marceau suddenly became enchanted, and suddenly reached out to lift the lid.
"Don't touch it" I yelled.
I finally remembered what was wrong. The bug-like monster was released when I first entered Room 107. In this case, there should be a similar monster in this room 113. When Marceau was trapped here, what he saw was not the flames but the insects. Then there is a question. Are the insects the monsters that spawn in this room, or are they coming from room 107? If it is the latter, then Marceau's actions now are undoubtedly unwise.
No, being driven by curiosity in an unusual place is inherently stupid.
But I can't stop her anymore, because I never thought she would make such an unconscionable choice. She is not an idiot, nor does she seem like a person who would put herself in danger because of curiosity.
"Stop" I yelled, but she turned a deaf ear and suddenly opened the lid.
A cloud of black smoke rose from the incubator and quickly turned into a woman's face. But that face was so hideous, and the eyebrows were filled with misery. Marceau seemed to be shocked, staring up at the grimace.
She looks like a marionette.
The grimace opened his mouth suddenly, and at the moment of the moment, I threw Marceau to the ground and rolled away desperately.
The air vibrated with a very familiar feeling, and the ground made a cracking sound. I immediately reacted. It was a shock wave, but it was different from the shock wave produced by a knife-shaped critical weapon. The female ghost's cry was silent, but I felt that the brain and internal organs seemed to be pricked by needles.
Marceau seemed to have fainted, and I hugged her and crawled to the door. As soon as I stood up, I saw the boy standing in the corridor outside the door. He was wearing a white robe just like he saw in Room 107, staring at me calmly.
There was no figure in the blink of an eye.
I was frozen by this look again, and he silently lifted his lips. What does he want to tell me? Before I could react, he disappeared toward the left side of the corridor as if fast forward.
"Wait" I finally yelled out, but the strong shock wave rushing out from behind drowned the sound.
I hugged Marceau tightly, feeling my body still in the separator, and the pain of being torn from my back came. Then, I saw with my own eyes how my hands, feet, body and shoulders were dissipating like dust.
I plunged into darkness and felt my body again. I opened my eyes vigorously, and the ceiling seemed to be spinning, a gray pattern, but I soon knew that it was just an illusion. The familiar feeling let me know that I really woke up, the darkness and fear of dying still hovering in my heart, making me unable to breathe.
I lay motionless on the bed, feeling the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world, the strongest, the most powerful, abandoned the young, the big Zhou, the royal family, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne, seeks the devil, the world, the 9th heaven, the most Strongly abandon the Shao Da Zhou imperial family, move the universe, and kill the night god, God seal the throne, ask for the devil, the strongest world Harmony flows in the body again~IndoMTL.com~ Listen to your heartbeat to confirm that you are still alive.
It is dim because the sky is still dark, and the clock on the wall is ticking away, and there are still two hours before dawn. The whole room was quiet, with only three breaths, one of which was himself. I twisted my neck and looked to the left, it was Tomoe; when I looked to the right, it was Sakiya. They don't know when they got on this bed, climbing on my body like an octopus, making me feel extremely heavy and stiff.
The two of them were naked, and there was a warm and plump touch from the physical contact, but they couldn't arouse my sexual interest at all. My mind seemed to be full, and it was blank because of the swelling.
What a nightmare.
After a while, like a propeller finally unscrewing the mud, my head gradually became sober.
I blocked the shock wave for Marceau until my body turned to powder and her body was still intact. Now that I am out of my dream, what will happen to her?
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