Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 204: Go with friends

204 Go with friends

The movement of the beating approached the corner a little bit, and within a short while, a thin figure fell out from the front.

Reading Net) Before he got up, he kicked his back with one foot, making him awkwardly stumbling a few steps, sitting on the root of the wall again, the trash on his body dropped all over the floor, and his glasses were slanted. On the bridge of the nose, half of the lens has been broken.

Nevertheless, he didn't ask for help. He just raised his eyes with a trembling hand, and when he turned his head to look at us, he was obviously surprised. He is between a boy and a man in age, dressed plainly, full of student flavor, just in sharp contrast with the gangster who walked out from the corner of Shi Shiran.

Scenes of bullying are almost everywhere. The bullying guys have no special features. At a glance, you can see that they are not good things, not strong, and not everyone has tattoos on their exposed skin, but just relying on it. The number is arrogant-there are only four people in total, just old enough to work. But the guy being bullied is someone I know.

Sakiya couldn't help but feel a little nervous when she saw such a scene. Although she has experienced many big scenes that ordinary people have never seen, she is still an out-and-out weak girl. But I probably couldn't get used to this behavior, so I mustered up the courage to stare at those people fiercely.

"Marseille, it looks like you're a mess." I retracted my gaze from the **** and said to the man sitting at the root of the wall and didn't seem to want to stand up.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Crowe." A wry smile appeared on Marseille's face.

"Do you want me to help?"

"If you can." Marseille touched his scratched mouth and red and swollen cheeks. There was obviously a palm print on it, which looked painful.

The four gangsters also noticed us, but a vigilant expression flashed across their faces, and then they glared at me with ferocious and arrogant eyes.

"Go away" one person deliberately lowered his voice and shouted, "Have you never seen a beating?" It seemed that although they looked down on us, they didn't intend to make any extravagance.

"Who are you from this guy?" Another person deliberately walked to Marseilles, kicked him on the shoulder, but was caught by Marseilles, and was almost taken down. He couldn't help but become irritated and wanted to continue to do it. Was stopped by another person.

"This guy owes us the money. If you pay it back for him, it’s okay." The man’s gaze wandered over me and Sakiya, and finally fixed on my back—the other people’s faces also had Hesitate, although I don't know what this huge box contains, I believe that both my appearance and this behemoth give people a strong sense of shock.

"Is that so?" I asked as I walked forward to Marseille knowingly.

"I don't think I would borrow money from these eggless people." Marseille sneered fiercely, coughing violently because of the dual stimulation of emotional intense and physical pain, and then spitting on the ground disdainfully . This guy was weak in appearance, but his character was really stubborn, and his saliva immediately stuck to the upper of the **** who kicked him.

"Dog-like." The bully was immediately enraged, and was about to punch Marseille. Marseille curled up and hugged his head. But just before he succeeded in his violence, I had thrown the gun box over, and the heavy slamming sound frightened the gangsters. The gun box landed exactly in front of Marseille and almost hit them.

It can be judged by the sound alone, what would happen if it was hit by this skinned metal box. But they still swept back and forth between the gun box and me with questioning eyes, probably because my figure didn't seem to be able to throw this thing so far.

However, the upright gun case slowly fell down due to inertia, and the **** who was about to beat the Marseille subconsciously followed it. As a result, his body was tilted and he was overwhelmed on the ground with a panic cry. Even if it is Ketang, it is very difficult to pick up this special metal gun case. The other party is just an ordinary young man, not a burly man, and it is impossible to bear its weight.

"Hurry up and remove this thing for me, it's crushing me," the bully groaned.

The others hurriedly lifted up one end of the gun case with all their hands, and rolled around on the spot before getting up from the ground embarrassedly. When the other three withdrew their hands, the gun box slammed on the ground again, and a heavy sound rang out. They were shocked and looked at me with incredulous eyes. I lifted my jacket to reveal the holster inside. The four of them immediately staggered their eyes in a panic, glanced at each other, and stepped back together, and ran away as if to escape. NS.

Marseille took a few breaths, struggling to stand up on the wall, and when he moved his muscles and bones, he was injured, and he couldn't help but grin again.

"Damn," he cursed in a low voice, not knowing whether he was blaming himself or venting to the gangsters who had fled into the corner and disappeared.

I stepped forward and picked up the gun case, gave it a whirl, and picked it up again. Sakuya ran to me in a trot, but the **** on the floor and the stench immediately made her show an unpleasant expression, and she tightly covered her mouth and nose with the palm of her hand.

"I think you'd better change your clothes." I said to Marseille, who looked embarrassed.

"Here?" He deliberately turned his head and looked around, then shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

But I don’t think so. This alley was restored to the peace of no one. The distant noise came from the town center a few blocks away, but it is also because there is no one here, so you can do some illegal things for granted. Will be criticized and blamed.

The surrounding houses were locked when the owner left to prevent someone from breaking in. However, the glass of a few houses was broken and it was apparent that they had been invaded illegally. I led the two of them to a seemingly intact house, which was only equipped with ordinary wooden doors, and I kicked it open with a strong kick.

"Look, it's easy." I said, "However, it is better to be a law-abiding citizen in normal times."

"Oh, my goodness." Marseille seemed to have a headache, and looked over with a suffocated face, "Mr. Crowe, to be honest, who are you? You are trespassing illegally, and..." He glanced at my back His gun box, then his eyes fell under my coat again. He had also seen the holster hidden behind him before, and the meaning was self-evident.

"I have a gun license." I answered the wrong question. "Now is not a good time to ask questions. To be honest, your smell is too unpleasant and it does not affect the ladies around you."

Marseille looked at what I was saying and looked at Sakuya, his face turned into purple sauce again, and he lowered his head in embarrassment. The first one rushed into the house and hurriedly found a few men’s clothes from the bedroom. It was too late. After a few glances, he rushed into the bathroom. The huge sprinkling sound suddenly rang.

Although I feel sorry for the family, since I came in, I would treat myself as my own, and I came to the coffee machine and looked at Sakuya sitting on the sofa.

"Would you like coffee?" I asked.

"Uh...well, okay." Sakiya replied a little fidgeting after taking back her gaze around her. I know her mood at this time. She feels uncomfortable with herself and others breaking into other people's homes like robbers, but it also produces a kind of stimulus to do bad things under the eyes of others.

Although I am a member of the Student Union, I have quite well-known top students in the school, but as far as the code of conduct is concerned, it is much worse than the well-behaved Sakuya.

When I delivered the steaming coffee to the glass table in front of the sofa, Marseille walked out wearing clothes borrowed from the family’s closet, and wiped his wet hair with a towel. His glasses were broken and he was not wearing them at this time. In order to see what was in front of him, he couldn't help but squinted his eyes.

"Coffee? Thanks a lot." When he saw the three cups of coffee on the table, he quickly thanked him.

"What are you doing here? Marseille, you should also know what happened in the town." I asked while sipping my coffee, "Didn't you live in the apartment on the top of the mountain?"

"Of course I know. I have heard about what happened in the town. This is incredible." Marseille's expression became gloomy, "I heard that all the patients who were suddenly unconscious have been to the dock by the lake. People. You know, I used to see my mother over there..." At this point, he shook his head again, and said uncertainly: "I don't know... But I am still very worried about her if she enters the hospital. If you do, you may meet her, so I will come down."

"You are the only one to come out of the apartment? I haven't heard of anyone coming up to take refuge." I said.

"Maybe... Sent is a..." He paused and smiled barely. "He doesn't allow the people below to come up, for fear of infecting the people in the apartment, and if the people in the apartment want to go down , The rental contract will be cancelled and no longer allowed to come back. However, everyone in the apartment did not appear to be infected, so they did not expect to go to town. Sent said that he had already contacted the government department through his own way , I believe that the Epidemiological Department will soon send people."

Speaking of which, he has a little bit of energy. However, judging from his words, it seems that Little Sent hasn't told him about the Heavenly Gate Project yet, which makes people wonder what he is doing. Even so, it cannot be judged that Marseille is not part of the Tianmen plan. In addition to Thomas and Marseilles, there are other people who have returned to their hometowns, but I haven't heard about them from Ranwen.com. I don't even know if they are dead or alive. They have already returned to this town, but they seem to have evaporated. Maybe it has been controlled by the Mar Jones family, I thought of it like this.

"Did you find her in the hospital?" I asked deliberately, while answering negatively in my heart, because I knew Irene, or where is "Erin's thinking body".

"No Ranwen Novel Network." Marseille was a little disappointed, but couldn't answer my expectations, "So, I plan to go to the dock by the lake."

"Did you tell Sent?"

Marseille shook his head and said, "I'm afraid he is worried. If he knows it will definitely tie me up." He deliberately said in a humorous tone, but neither I nor Sakiya were laughing. Meaning, so the silence of the atmosphere seemed a bit embarrassing. He scratched his head and continued: "However, I will not go back to the apartment until the people from the Epidemiological Department arrive. I know what happened here, and I am worried that it will infect other residents. I bring all the money out. Fortunately, I met you. Otherwise, if the money is robbed by those gangsters, I will have to drink the northwest wind."

"You can only give those people a part, they must not guess how much you have, so that you will not be beaten so hard." I stared at him because he was soaked in hot water, and he looked greener. Said the swollen face.

"It's impossible" Marseille said excitedly: "Even if I can't beat them, I won't succumb to them when I die."

"Okay, okay, this is your business." I quickly relieved him and said, "Then you still plan to go to the dock by the lake now?"

"Yes, I must go." Marseille's tone and eyes showed stubbornness.

"Do you want her to be there, or don't you want her to be there?" Sakuya suddenly said, Marseille's face changed a little, and his head drooped in depression.

"I don't know. Anyway, let's take one step." He thought for a while and said, "I have to go and see. I have no other way. Everyone doesn't believe that she is alive. But I believe, I definitely didn't read it wrong by Ranwen Novel. Aside from the dressing up, the expression, the look, the back... are exactly the same." As he said, his emotions were a bit agitated.

"Oh...If that's the case, I would like to see it too." When I said this, Marseille immediately raised his gaze with a look of astonishment.

"We are also preparing to go to the lakeside dock to investigate the epidemic. We suspect that someone deliberately spread the virus there." I put the coffee cup on the table and said.

"Investigate...?" Marseille once again showed a complicated expression, "Why? Who are you?"

Sakiya and I looked at each other and took out our IDs from our arms and showed them in front of him.

"National Intelligence Agency." We said.

Marseille looked stunned, and finally recovered, staring at the documents carefully, but I believe that even if he stared at the flowers, he could not tell the authenticity of the documents. Ordinary people may not be able to see this little book in their lifetime. For them, the name of this organization is just a scene in a movie novel.

"I don't know what to say." Marseille looked at us hesitantly. "Are you really from the National Intelligence Agency? Agents? You didn't mean to find faults, but you look very young."

"Ordinary investigator." I took back my credentials and explained: "It just looks young. This looks easy to paralyze the enemy. Our work is..." I shrugged and said deliberately, "You know ."

"Oh..." Marseille nodded repeatedly, "I know, I know."

What does he know? I don't know. However, keeping a mysterious smile at this time is the best answer.

"Then, where are you going with me?" Marseille asked again.

"Yes, let's go together. According to our investigation, your mother, your family, used to be very famous in the local area..." His eyes and I met, "It's also very radical. I hope you don't think I am hinting something deliberately, but judging from the available information, it may be that part of your family-the Mar Jones family-formed an anti-social secret group."

"What?" Marseille really couldn't accept it. Judging from his eyes, he was indeed not an insider. Hearing what I said, he became nervous, "I, I...I don't know anything, I have never hurt anyone by Ranwen Novel."

"I know." I calmly said, "I'm not targeting you, and, but the investigation has to go on." I jokingly said, "Otherwise, I will lose my job. Please understand, Marseilles. ."

"I...I know..." Marseille finally calmed down, but he still stammered.

"Let's go together?" I said.

"Um, ah, ok, ok, let's go together." Marseille said this, and fell silent. I think he needs time to digest what he heard.

I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon. The time was like sand, and it leaked out unconsciously. The setting sun outside the window seemed to burn out, the light softened, and everything was dyed with a brilliant orange red. Time is running out, there is a party in the evening, but because of the loss of contact information, it is impossible to know the exact meeting time, but this is good, it is safer to mix in the crowd halfway.

"Then, we should go too." I took out my wallet from my arms, took out a few hundred dollars, and pressed it under the coffee cup. Although we did robbery, we are not robbers. I believe that the money is enough to make up for the loss of the family. However, if Xiao Xiao breaks in again, of course the additional losses caused cannot be counted on my head. A newcomer like me~IndoMTL.com~The salary is not high.

Marseille is new to my approach, but his expression has eased a lot.

We went out of the house, and then we worked together to support the collapsed gate and embed it on the wall. If you don’t look closely, you might think it’s still strong. After that, I speeded up my pace and rushed to the lakeside dock. I ran into waves of civilians and gangsters along the way. I don’t know if they knew the saying that “the lakeside dock is the source of infection”, but obviously not everyone is willing to stay there. In a crowded neighborhood. Although I suspect that there are members of the secret organization of the Mar Jones family hidden among these people, it is impossible to tell who is and who is not based on appearances, and their expressions and tone do not reveal any clues.

If it's not that these people's performances are too superb, then my luck is really bad. Jung must have thought of my approach, but from his insistence on taking another approach, it can be seen that his chances are much greater than mine.

However, the closer you are to the dock area, the fewer people are. When we arrived at the dock by the lake, there were only three of us left. There is an open azure blue in front of me, too quiet and empty, which makes people feel a different kind of emotion. The lake with scales and waves under the setting sun looks calm, but the sound of the water is very loud, mixed in the wind. The moist smell penetrated into the nostrils, and the refreshing feeling filled my heart.