Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 180: Mountain Top Apartment

180 Hilltop Apartment

Jung nodded to Engels. Engels set the voice to broadcast mode and pressed the answer button. (Starting Novel ~ Reading Novels on the Internet)

Everyone was quiet, except for the sound of wind and breathing from mobile phones.

"Who are you?" Engels asked.

"Good morning, Uncle Engels, it's been a long time since I saw you. I just came back and I was about to say hello to you." The voice on the phone said briskly.

"It's Little Sent." Engels suddenly covered the microphone and said to us.

"I don't want to see you, you know why." Engels continued, "You kidnapped Thomas, didn't you? I warn you, it's better to let him go and do your business well."

The other party laughed, and the distorted electronic sound trembled.

"You are still so humorous, Uncle Engels. Thomas is indeed with me. I think this is enough for us to sit down and talk, how?"

"You know, I have been waiting for you, but it was ten years late." Engels replied quietly.

"No, no, it's just right now, everything just started." Little Sent said, "I have an appointment with Marseille, ah, have you met him? He lives in my apartment now, It’s great, I’m so surprised that he actually came back. You know, we have been apart for ten years. Uncle Engels, don’t you have a long-lost party? Marseille is clamoring to see his mother. It's time, we should talk about Aunt Irene."

"I don't think so..."

Engels was interrupted by Sent before he finished speaking.

"You know you don't have the choice of Ranwen.com, Uncle Engels." Little Sent said with a win. "Come to my apartment. Since it was built, you have never been to Ranwen.com." , It’s really not giving me face. Okay, that’s it. Don’t forget to bring your friends from the Intelligence Bureau. As the host, we must treat them well, don’t we?"

After listening to these words, we immediately realized that maybe the other party's people were watching nearby, but no matter where we swept our gaze, there was no half of the suspicious figure of Ranwen.com. There is no hiding place for Ranwen.com. If the other party is watching with a telescope or the like a few miles away, then we will have nothing to do.

If the quark is still there, you may have some ideas, but after leaving the quark in the dream to protect Marceau, you can no longer summon it in reality.

However, there is another possibility, that is, there is the other person's eyeliner among the police here.

Senter just hung up the phone, and his cell phone made a pop, and Engels fell to the ground by a miss. Fortunately, he didn't have Ranwen Novel.com and held it in his hand all the time, because the phone shell melted quickly in full view, exposing the carbonized circuit board inside. I don't know what hands and feet the other party did in the phone, just a blink of an eye released shocking heat.

Afterwards, Bach brought unexpected bad news. He didn't have a way to locate the opponent. If we want to see Sent and Thomas, we must do what each other says. The problem is that this is a dangerous trap, because the person entering the apartment is like being marked as a candidate for sacrifice. Once dragged into the nightmare world, the Mageweave messenger who loses talents and superpowers, no matter how good it is, is just ordinary. Elite only.

We are all aware of this, Engels's complexion has become very bad, but we all know that this time we have to go.

"It seems that we have to make some preparations." Engels took out his cell phone and said, "It's okay, the situation is not too bad. We have been fighting for so many years, and if Little Sent is really capable of killing us all at once, he would already Then do it."

"I hope so." Fu Jiang said coldly, "I think they didn't clean up you because you are still useful."

Engels glared at Fu Jiang angrily, but she didn't care at all.

"Shut up, BT." Jung said, "As Chief Engels said, we have to make some preparations." He looked at me and asked, "Crow, the worst is our Everyone will fall into a nightmare, where is the opponent’s home court and our power cannot be used. Can you deal with it?"

"Magic can be used."

"Very well, just in case, Locke and the others must temporarily evacuate the apartment." Jung took out his mobile phone to make a call and asked the two teams led by Locke and Pan to return to the apartment headquarters immediately, so as not to be taken advantage of by the enemy. , All defeated. Because the opponent is not only a mysterious organization with deep-rooted local forces, but also a black nest hidden in the dark, just in case, Locke is given temporary command authority. The three of us are enough to deal with Little Sent's banquet.

Engels’s call was to Bulma and a man named "Wright". He used coded words in his speech. Outsiders sounded inexplicable, but I felt that if he had a way to deal with the most unexpected The sinister situation is undoubtedly the same kind of sacrifice in the past.

I can feel that their choice of sacrifices is not random, but this pattern does not depend on dominant factors.

However, although Engels agreed to cooperate with us at this time, he did not seem to intend to disclose the information about the sacrifice at this time. Perhaps he was afraid of our opposition. Indeed, I don’t want them to continue to hurt those innocents. People. However, even if I slap my chest to guarantee that I can protect them, they will not be able to put all their hopes in my hands.

The preparation work was completed within ten minutes. The four of us got on the off-road vehicle of the Security Bureau and headed to the mountain top apartment.

"What do you think Little Sent wants to say to you?" Jung asked halfway.

"To be honest, I don't know. Little Sent was not there when the fire broke out. He left the town and built an apartment when he came back. I have seen him very few times over the years. , I suspect that he knows what happened back then, everyone is afraid that he will retaliate, but apart from building an apartment, he has not had any movement." Engels put his hand next to the car window, turned his head and watched flying backwards. In the scenery, I can’t see his expression, but I can clearly feel the depression and regret in his tone, “After all, he is the son of that person. Why hasn't Ranwen Novel Network come to us all the time?"

"Maybe what you are doing is exactly what they want to see." Fu Jiang said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Engels looked back in shock.

"The way you fight against the nightmare world is actually not very different from the way you form the nightmare world, right? You are all using sacrifices." Tomie said, "Use your hardened brain to think about it, you guys. How can it be possible to defeat them in the opponent's home court? If I guess right, what you did on the surface is to prevent the sacrifice, but in essence, it is to supply nutrients to the sacrifice, which is tantamount to drinking a dove to quench thirst. "

"This, this is impossible, it won't be like that..." Although he denied it, Engels's tone seemed weak. Maybe it wasn't that he hadn't thought about this possibility, but, "Besides doing this Besides, what can we do? Even if we don’t do it, they will do it." His voice was raised, "At least, the situation is much better now than before, isn’t it?"

"Perhaps." Fujiang answered noncommittal.

"That's it," Engels snapped: "What can you do? It's a force that shouldn't appear in the world at all."

"That’s why we have to work together, meet young Sent, and see if we can dig out something from him. You have to believe us, Mr. Sheriff, as long as there is a clue, we can follow along. They dug it up. This is our ability." I cheered Engels: "You see, we have only two days here, and we know a lot of things. This is not something ordinary people can do. Everyone in front of you can do it. Is an expert."

"Experts? I hope it’s like what you said. I don’t know how many people you have, but I have to remind you that if there is an organization behind the ghost as you said, then their local strength It must be surprisingly big..." At this point, Engels's face suddenly turned pale, and he seemed to think of something, "Yes, isn't there only one guy with this kind of power in the local area?"

"What did you think of? Mr. Engels." Jung asked, interrupting his self-talk.

"Mar Jones house, it must be Mar Jones house" Engels's face turned hideous, his knuckles turned white with his fists, he slammed the car door hard, "I should have thought of it, Irene@玛尔Jones, that girl is always weird, it's all because of her"

"Isn't the Mar Jones house already in decline?" I asked.

"It’s not that we underestimate them. All this has been premeditated. That woman has been thinking about her past glory, wanting to revive the glory of the family, and she doesn’t look at what era it is now, and she feels superior. Those idiots would like such a woman." Engels covered his face and said in pain: "Gosh, that family must have been deceived by the devil and made a deal with the devil."

No matter what he meant by "demon", he said it to my heart. If that mysterious organization comes from the Mar Jones family, then everything that has happened so far becomes reasonable. Whether the mentally ill boy Sauron is a prophet or not, it is a matter of fact that there must be a prophet in the Mal Jones family. It's like a **** or nightmare planting a seed called the "Heaven Gate Project" many years ago. This seed took root over time and became the key puzzle for the end of the day.

"I may know what little Sent wants." Engels suddenly said, "They may already know that the key thing is in Bulma's hands. They thought they might get it at any time, but they absolutely It is impossible to pry Bulma’s mouth open. It is precisely because we know what kind of woman Bulma is that she chooses to keep that thing. Even if they catch Thomas now as a threat, Bulma will not compromise, she is so tough and stubborn. Woman."

"Little Sent knows Bulma, he can't do things in vain, right?" I said.

"Yes, what they want is probably the same as you." Engels glanced at us blankly. "The place where the rituals were sacrificed back then has been moved by us. Little Sent hasn't found it all these years. He must have not found it. It is not a place that can be found at random, otherwise we will not live now. Only Sauron and I know where we are, and he knows that we die and will not tell him." The more he talked, the more excited he became. Confidence once again wrote on his face, "I understand, their current sacrifice is also incomplete. We did not fail at the time. The unexpected fire caused them to lose too much."

Engels's speculation fits the current situation very well. The opponent's ability is not small, but the actions of these years can only be described as "mouse-throwing". But something must have happened in the past few days that could shake the balance and make them decide to give it a go.

"Why are you coming back? Thomas" Engels muttered to himself: "If you don't come back, we can keep going."

I can’t answer his question. Maybe Thomas’ return is something that was decided long ago, maybe it’s just one of the tiny factors that disrupt the balance. These factors continue to accumulate and produce a destructive chain reaction. In any case, we now only have to face the fact that the sacrifice is inevitable.

There is only one road leading to the apartment on the top of the mountain. The car is slowly climbing in the sound of the wind, and the scenery along the way awakens the fragments of the nightmare in my mind. Everything here, except the mental hospital turned into an apartment, is hardly different from the scene back then. In the nightmare, these clouds of wind, jungle, and sky are still, shrouded in dense fog-like darkness. But in reality, all of this is alive, bright and green. From the cracks in the treetops, I saw the quiet and gloomy corner of the cemetery-the place Locke once mentioned, where the people who died in the fire were buried. .

But I know that ten years ago, when the mental hospital was still there, it was already there, maybe under the cold soil, buried **** secrets.

We got off the car and looked up at the apartment building that was more than 20 meters high. This was the first time I was so close to it. The spacious and dilapidated courtyard and the depressive red brick building in the nightmare have disappeared for many years, replaced by a castle-shaped building, with curved walls and towers on both sides arching a large lawn. There are amusement facilities such as sand pools and slides on one side. There is also a swing attached to the branch of a big tree. There are many children chasing and playing on the lawn in the bright sunlight, which is full of vitality.

Behind the castle is a blue firmament full of transparent texture. The floating clouds in the sky pass by with a heavy gesture, casting huge shadows on the castle and lawn, and yellow leaves and white flies are blowing in the wind.

All this seems to have come out of a masterpiece of oil painting handed down from generation to generation.

The car was parked in front of a large iron gate similar to a mental hospital. On the wall beside the gate, the words "Mountain Top Apartment", slogans and long-term rental advertisements were written on the wall. Probably because of the daytime, the iconic clock tower did not have the kind of blue ghost fire that appeared on Lanwen.com.

"It's a weird place." Fu Jiang broke the silence.

Although it is an oil painting, the scenery of Taobao women's clothing Tmall Taobao mall Taobao women's winter coat m is generally beautiful. But the alternation of light and shadow, the patchwork of vitality and decadence, the confrontation between clarity and gloom, all give people an unnatural feeling, as if there are always two incompatible forces torn here, whether it is day or night, both No one side of Ranwen Novel Network has the upper hand. But it is also this kind of contradictory beauty that attracts countless visitors to sightseeing here.

To be honest, if I exclude the danger that I will face, I am also full of admiration and appreciation for this view.

We were about to go in, but an acquaintance came out first. With ordinary clothes, glasses, and a thin body, he felt that this man was a nerd, full of the taste of a student brother. Who else is not Irene's son Marseille?

"Hi, Marseille." I stopped him.

Marseille saw me with a surprised expression on his face, then a friendly smile appeared on his face.

"Good morning, Crowe." He walked over here with a nice look on his face, much better than the gloomy boy I saw in front of the Bulma fast food restaurant.

"It looks like you are in a good mood, have you found your mother?" I asked casually.

"Ranwen Novel Network is not yet available, but I have a hunch, it is coming soon." Marseille said excitedly: "Your friend is very powerful and gave me many useful suggestions."

"Ah, are they Locke?"

Marseille nodded.

"They are indeed very capable." I said: "Last time you said you saw your mother on the dock by the lake, I plan to go there sometime, do you want to come together?"

"No problem, I have been there a few times recently, but I haven't seen her, but I believe she must be alive." Marseille said excitedly.

Poor Marseille, his mother may be alive, but in another form. But what happened to Irene that he saw? I can't help but wonder if the Phantom is also a trap~IndoMTL.com~Many people are thinking about him. But now it seems that he is doing well, and this time Sent's party, he will also attend, so that he will learn more. What does Sent want to do with him?

"Have you seen Little Sent? The owner of this apartment." I asked.

"Brother Sent? I received his call, and he said he would be back today." Marseille said, his eyes drifted to Fu Jiang, Jung and Engels, "Hey, Uncle Engels, have a good time recently What? Brother Sent said that you will come...Ah, are you the guests he said? You are all?" He understood in an instant, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Let me introduce you." I pulled him to Fu Jiang, "She is my fiancee."

"It's nice to meet you, my name is Marseille." Marseille was stared at by Fu Jiang, his movements and expressions were a little unnatural.

"You can call me Bit, Crowe mentioned you to me." Fu Jiang nodded with a polite smile.

I introduced Jung to him again, and now he appears more restrained. Fu Jiang and Jung both have a temperament that is obviously different from ordinary people.