Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 191: Undercurrents are raging

191 Undercurrent is surging

The vibrating ringing of the phone came from my pocket. (

Reading Net) I stood up, put the glass-ball-like eyeballs in my pocket, took out my phone and took a look, and found that Jung had made several calls repeatedly. I immediately pressed the answer button, and a familiar voice came from there.

"Crow? Is it a crow?" It was Jung's voice, with anxiety hidden in his steady voice.

"It's me."

"Where are you?"

I glanced at the nearby scenery, and most of the passersby had dispersed, but occasionally I could see people in the corner pointing here. I didn't care about Ranwen Novel. Before I answered, the figures of Engels and Jung had already appeared in front of the mountain top apartment. I put away my phone, yelled at them, and waved my arm vigorously.

The two of them looked around in a hurry, and when they heard my call, they immediately turned to this side, and walked quickly to my side. They have noticed the complicated gazes of others. Although there are many questions on their faces, they also know that this is not the place to talk, and they lead me back to the car.

I got into the back of the car, sank into the soft cushions, and took a long breath. I think this tired look must have surprised Jung. When he saw me, he was obviously puzzled and solemn that Fu Jiang was not by my side. Fu Jiang and I are partners, and they are also unmarried couples with deep feelings. If there were no accidents, Jung knew this.

More importantly, Fu Jiang is the envoy of the three poles magic pattern, possessing one of the best combat effectiveness in this squad. If she has an accident, it will prove that the situation has deteriorated unexpectedly.

"What happened?" Jung asked, "Where is Bitt? When Marseille came back alone, he said you were gone."

"We met Little Sent in the cemetery." I took off my glasses and squeezed the bridge of my nose vigorously. "BT is on standby. I don't think I can become a combat force for a while."

Jung, who was sitting in front of him, glanced here through the rearview mirror. There was no expression on his rigid face, but I knew that he would definitely notice that I was using "standby." , Rather than "injury" and "sacrifice." It is true that Fu Jiang did not die, and he was not even injured. He just lost a body, but this is a secret. Jiang is really different from "normal people". I don't even know if it is a human being. Her past identity was the experimental subject numbered "999" of the Doomsday Truth Cadre Training Institute. It is not clear whether the Security Bureau is aware of this, but Jung should not know.

"Little Sent? He is here?" Engels was obviously a little surprised. Before we left, Marseille was indeed told that the man hadn't come back, and after we left, there was no Ranwen Novel Network in the apartment. Received news of the arrival of Little Sent. Although he was invited to the party, the time was postponed to the evening. The management team of the Peak Apartment decided to hold a celebration banquet tonight, and the residents in the apartment will be invited.

"In the cemetery, it was indeed Little Sent. We tried to catch him, but failed."

Engels frowned visibly.

"What happened?"

"He is too strong, no, it should be said that he is very likely to carry out the Tianmen Project to the final stage." I put my glasses back, and said cautiously: "Thomas is indeed in his hands, but I failed to take him Rescued, not only him, but also some other people. I think I will see a few more blue fires from the clock tower tonight."

"I still don't know." Engels showed a puzzled expression, "Excuse me, please be careful."

"Well, BT and I tried to kill him." I didn't have the surprised expression that Engels showed. Although he didn't deal with Sent, he knew that Sent was continuing the year. His evil plan, he still hasn't made up his mind to kill the other party. This hesitation often appeared on Engels’ face. This time Sent was held hostage by Thomas’ comfort. He still planned to talk to the other party, trying to persuade him to stop the plan. Of course he didn’t think the success rate was much, but He has made up his mind to give it a try.

Actually, in our team, the cooperation with Engels is also very unfavorable, precisely because of the ambiguity of his thoughts and actions. Facts also proved that Engels's approach was wrong, and he could not stop Sent.

"I don't like you doing this." Engels told me straightforwardly.

"I know, you know, we didn’t succeed with Ranwen.com. BT and I were drawn into a nightmare by him, but until now, I still don’t know how he did it. There is no Ranwen.com. Any sign." I shrugged my shoulders. The situation was really dangerous, and I still have lingering fears in retrospect. The world that cannot be escaped, the weird gate, the black-robed man who uses weird tricks, and the support of the Mageweave messenger have all failed...If it weren't for Irene, I would have died there.

"But Marseille said you are gone." Jung keenly noticed the key point-according to a normal nightmare, if we were asleep, Marseille would at least see our body. But Marseille made it clear that we could not be found in that wood, and he did not tell the fact that Sent was there. He seemed to have something urgent, and anxiously told Engels and Jung and left.

"That's why I said that Little Sent's Heavenly Gate Project has reached the final stage. I think he brought our bodies into that world." I said heavily.

"That's impossible," Engels cried. He turned his head and stared at me fiercely. "He can't do that. You are not in the apartment, and the altar is under our control."

"This is exactly what I want to say. He has put aside the past and rebuilt the altar in the past ten years. This is a new heavenly plan." I stared at Engels’s incredulous face and said word by word : "Now the cemetery is also their site, and they are trying to connect the nightmare of the mountain top apartment."

Engels opened his mouth, but something stuck in his throat, his face flushed. In the end he just slapped the steering wheel hard, propped his elbows, and covered his face with his palms. It's not that I can't understand the impact of this fact on him, but I still have to warn him that this is not a joke. The current situation has long been out of his control. During these ten years, everything he did was in vain.

"Get out of here, Engels. I know you love your wife and daughter, so you must take them away. This will soon become a battlefield." A flame was beating in my heart, "You did Well done, but you are not Sent, no, it should be said that you are not an opponent of the Mar Jones family. They have been preparing for this plan for dozens of hundreds of years."

"Several dozens or hundreds of years?" Engels' expression has been numb. I can understand that this is not a fact that everyone can accept, but I believe that my judgment is not wrong, so I came to this town. Those who try to interfere with the Tianmen plan are all caught in the hub.

"You only have to leave now. Little Sent is doing an important job. I think he will finish it soon." I remembered everything I saw in the nightmare world of the cemetery. The pier by the lake carried the victims across the seemingly insurmountable moat. The hideous and ugly gate seemed to lead to hell. The picture that I brought in and joined the gate is a key.

In just a few breaths, the monster called the donkey lock and the giant hand appeared.

This is obviously a sign of deterioration. No matter what little Sent wants to do, he is almost close to success.

"Are you sure?" Jung stared at me calmly.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure." I nodded, without any hesitation, and then turned my gaze back to Engels, "I don't know how long it will be. Maybe tonight, everything will happen. Change. If you want to leave, you must act, and it’s best to leave now."

"I can't go to this town and I need me to protect it." Engels was so excited that blue blood vessels appeared on his forehead. "Aren't you the state department? You can handle all of this, right? If it doesn't work, why not call for more reinforcements. Coming?"

"There is no reinforcement from Ranwen Novel." Jung said.

"What did you say?" Engels stared at him as if he was about to eat him raw.

Jung did not explain Ranwen.com, he just repeated to Engels "No Ranwen.com reinforcements".

"Shit, what are you doing here?" Engels beat the steering wheel in a vent, clasped his head, and muttered to himself, "No, I can't leave, there are so many people here. If the situation is true So serious, if we can’t stop them, then everything will be over."

What can I say? Marceau’s situation has already taken me seriously. I cannot save everyone. So far, in this incident, I have not saved even one person, even Fu Jiang has lost his body. Everyone is struggling in a spider web that transcends time, and I have suffered no less than Engels. I used to think that my side’s combat effectiveness was the strongest—this team had three magicweave messengers, a critical weapon, a prophet, and seven experienced heavenly picks—but this configuration was a joke, in that nightmare world Here, we are not so different from ordinary people.

Now I finally know why the Black Nest only attacked Bulma’s fast food restaurant and there was no news from Ranwen. The prophet of truth has the intelligence authority and learned the special features of this small town. Although the information of the Tianmen Project was very attractive, they also had no choice but to get a fish in troubled waters.

Because of the lack of intelligence, the security bureau has never fought a smooth battle. Regardless of whether the prophet communicates with a **** or a demon, our intelligence priority will always be the lowest.

"At least try to evacuate irrelevant people." Jung didn't persuade Engels anymore, but said to him.

"Well, what should I do now?"

"Tell us what the sacrifice to Sauron is about, and take us to that altar." I said very rudely, even on the same line, even if Engels did it out of good intentions and Ignorance can't raise his position in my heart. I certainly understand how difficult it has been for Engels over the years. After all, he was just an ordinary person, but he was also an executioner who sacrificed many innocent people. In his mind, the people in this town are clearly divided into two categories-those who can be sacrificed and those who cannot be sacrificed. Outsiders and people in the town, he doesn't care about the former at all.

This kind of biased indifference is simply part of his birth. Engels is a man with a talent for politicians.

But I don’t like politicians. I don’t think many people like politicians.

But I couldn't speak harshly to him, because he used this talent to protect someone, and for ten years, this kind of persistence is the only thing I appreciate.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." Engels said softly, and he stared at me in the rearview mirror suddenly, "Boy, I know you want to save that woman, but I can only say, everything It's too late."

"Maybe..." Thinking of what Marceau said to me before leaving Irene's nightmare world, I couldn't help feeling a pain in my heart.

"You can't let the army get involved. Even if they come, they won't use Ranwen." Jung quickly made a decision. "We don't have Ranwen's method to force the relocation of local residents. We can only spread rumors. Let as many people as possible leave here. Engels, I think you can give the police station a big holiday and let them travel abroad, including your relatives. Contact the mayor, he has the right and obligation to know these things, I think he can do it."

"Oh, that dead old man" Engels grinned and gave a wry smile, "I really don't want to deal with him, but he is actually one of the insiders back then, I think he will understand, I will go find He. Are we still attending the party tonight?"

Unconsciously, Engels has already handed over his leadership. This is also something that there is no way. To put it bluntly, he is an ordinary person, unable to deal with such things involving supernatural forces, in this incident, we are the experts.

"I will notify you in advance." Jung did not give a positive answer from Ranwen.

After sitting for a while, the topic seemed to dry up, and the heaviness permeating the car became more and more depressing. Engels seemed to realize that we still had some things that we hadn't said, but would not say it in front of him, and didn't want to waste it here, so he said, "I'm going to the mayor." Then he opened the door and got off.

After closing the door outside, he poked his head in from the window again and asked me: "How is Thomas?"

I didn't answer from Ranwen.com, Engels quietly looked at me for a few seconds, said nothing, turned and left.

After Thomas got into his car, Jung turned the key and started the engine. When the car slowly turned around, he also asked: "How is Thomas?"

"I don't know." Maybe he thought I was deliberately concealing Engels, but I really didn't know, so I could only say: "He is missing."

"Missing?"

"Yes, missing. I don’t know what happened, so I ignored him. This shouldn’t have happened, although the situation was a bit complicated..." I paused and said, "When I return When God came, he was gone."

"So, do you think he is dead?" Jung said.

I took out the cigarette from the back pocket of the front seat, took a few deep breaths after lighting it, and the bitter scent rolled in my lungs, throat and nasal cavity, and then opened the car window to let the smoke escape.

"There is no Ranwen Novel Network." I replied: "Although there is no evidence from Ranwen Novel Network, I believe he did not die from Ranwen Novel Network, but...maybe he is no longer his own."

Jung did not ask me about what happened at that time. We will now return to the villa headquarters, and then hold the most important meeting of this incident so far. At that time, I will tell everyone about my experience and inferences.

He also did not ask me about Fu Jiang from Ranwen Novel. However, I think he will probably add the word "death" to the notes of attendees.

On the way, Jung told me what happened after I left.

Nothing happened.

The two of them visited the interior of the apartment with the purpose of on-site investigation, but just like Locke's report, the structure of the building seems simple, but there are many abandoned rooms and passages, and some are still under construction, restricting guests In and out.

"You said before that there was no reinforcements from Ranwen.com, is it true?" I asked a little concerned.

Jung didn't have any reaction from Ranwen.com, and there was no expression on his face. His index finger tapped the steering wheel lightly. After a long time, he said, "It depends on the number of chips. However, even if there are reinforcements, it will take a day to arrive at the earliest. I'm not sure if there is so much time. Are you sure? Crow."

"No, neither can I." I threw the cigarette **** out of the window, "but my instincts rarely go wrong, and something will happen tonight. There is one more thing you must know, I found the one that Sauron had hidden Diary."

Jung's eye was picked up slightly, and he looked through the rearview mirror.

"In a nightmare~IndoMTL.com~ was found by Marceau. Relying on the records in the diary, she successfully sealed a monster, but things are not that simple..."

Jung did not speak from Ranwen Novel. After turning the car into a curve, he suddenly asked, "Is he a prophet?"

"It's a prophet."

"There is the content of the Tianmen Project in it?"

"I think there is only a part of it. Although there are records about the sacrificial ceremony, it should be incomplete. After all, he did not completely destroy the sacrificial ceremony, otherwise the nightmare world should not exist. But I already know the Tianmen roughly. The function of the plan, if I have time, I will sort it out."

"Well, I will report your findings, but you have to know that there is no proof. We don’t have any evidence now." Jung said, "The last time you ask, you really Sure, we need reinforcements?"

"Yes, it is very necessary." I said: "And what is needed is someone who can function in the state of ordinary people."

"Locke, Pan, and Shepherd?" Jung mentioned these three names as examples.