Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 210: Appearance
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When Jung and I returned to the people, I kept thinking about what Jung said. Reading Net) Jung's decision did not make any mistakes in Ranwen Novel. It was just that he and mine had different goals. It is true that no one knows what the consequences will be after being sacrificed, but it would be an exaggeration to say that there are no people willing to become sacrifices.
I originally had no intention of Ranwen Novel.com to make certain people in this team a sacrifice. The blockade of Doomsday Truth has been broken. As long as Jung or others leave the town and communicate with the Cyberball headquarters, they may be able to find a suitable candidate within the time limit. Although none of the team was close to the dock area considered to be the source of the disease, except for me and Sakuya, and no one has fallen into a coma, Jung is likely to be concerned about the hidden epidemic in the town. She refused to leave the town until she was sexually infected.
Jung is unwilling to let his subordinates take risks, which I understand, but it also shows that we really can't communicate with outside the town at this time.
However, I do not intend to give up my plan. Even if I cannot find a suitable sacrifice in the end, I must destroy or delay the establishment of the temporary data hedging space in the mountain top area and the tomb area, and the permissions of these two temporary data hedging spaces The mechanism is not suitable for the use of Mageweave Messenger.
"How?" Dorothy leaned forward and asked, Sakiya also looked at me with a look of expectation.
"No, it seems that Sakiya is right. We don't have a suitable candidate for Ranwen Novel Network for the time being. He has his own goals." I said, pushing my glasses, pretending to smile and pretending to be relaxed: "But , Our plan is still going on."
"What do you want to do?" Sakiya said with a confused expression.
"Adjust to the circumstances."
"I knew it." Dorothy snorted, ignoring the others, and went to the side to enjoy the cake.
"Agawa, that girl..." Sakiya frowned after staring at Dorothy after a long distance away, "What's the matter between you and her? How could she get out of your eyes... …" She paused and did not go on with Ranwen.com. It seemed that she could not find the right words to express her meaning, so she looked a little anxious and looked at it with concern.
I know what she wanted to express. Dorothy's situation when she appeared was beyond normal people's thinking. Anyone who saw her for the first time would be surprised.
"Don't worry, Sakiya, you will be her..." I thought about it and said jokingly: "Just treat her as a parasite on my body."
Even though I had suppressed my voice very low, Dorothy turned her head suddenly and glared at me through the gap in the crowd, as if she had heard what I said.
I don’t want to worry about Sakuya. If I can explain Dorothy’s situation, I will definitely explain it to her, but I don’t even understand how "Si" and "Jiang" exist. Things about people are enough to write a sensational horror novel, and now there is no time to tell Sakiya in detail.
The worries on Sakuya's face did not completely subside from Ranwen.com, but there was nothing more from Ranwen.com, only a helpless wry smile.
"Mr. Engels, when will you take us to the altar?" I quickly turned away from the subject and asked.
When Engels heard it, his facial features suddenly wrinkled, as if he had eaten Huanglian, which made people feel bitter in their mouths at first glance. He glanced at Jung, and it seemed that Jung did not fail to urge him, but he had his own difficulties.
"I think you really want to explain." Jung's face did not look angry, but this kind of rigidity gave people a strong sense of oppression. He turned his head and explained to me: "Engels My husband took me around the apartment just now. This is the second time."
In the morning, the two of them had already strolled in the apartment for a while when Fu Jiang and I were caught in the temporary data hedge space in the tomb area, and there was no gain. According to our agreement, Engels should take us to the altar in the shortest possible time. Perhaps, something happened during the period that diverted our attention, but during the free time before the banquet, it seemed that there was no ranwen.com Hold on.
"Mr. Engels, you said that the altar was somewhere in the apartment, but you said that since the apartment was built, you haven't been here." I stared at him closely: "There is a contradiction here. Place, how did you bring sacrifices, such as Marceau, to the altar? Is the entrance to the altar outside the apartment?"
Engels seemed to be out of breath, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it on his sweat-stained forehead, and then unbuttoned the collar.
"There is no entrance to Ranwen Novel Network. No, it should be said that anywhere can be an entrance." He finally spoke, but let us stare at each other.
"What does this mean?" I said doubtfully.
"Remember Irene's necklace? I think you should have seen that strange cross, the heirloom of the Mar Jones family." Engels stopped the waiter passing by and took a glass of martini from the tray. After light, he breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "Ten years ago, we took it from Irene and put it in Bulma's custody. Of course, only Sauron and I know that Bulma is the custodian.
In the past ten years, Sauron and I have been in contact through it. Anyone who had witnessed the battle at the time knew that Irene did not actually die. She was a witch. If it hadn't been for Sauron, the town would have been dead long ago. Those who survived were afraid of her revenge, and were warned by Sauron, so most of them left the town, only me, the mayor and Bulma stayed.
Sauron can protect us and fight Irene. But Irene’s power is very powerful. She and her husband Munch built the nightmare world and are the masters of that world. Sauron is just an intruder. It was only because we broke her ritual that she was lost. Most power. Even so, Irene's strength is recovering every day. In order to fight Irene, Sauron needs the power of sacrifice.
So, we made an agreement with Sauron that when he needs a sacrifice, the cross necklace will leave a message. It tells us who the sacrifice is and will open the entrance to the altar for us. The altar was indeed located in the apartment geographically, but it was not in this world. "
"That is to say, only after receiving the information of the sacrifice, can he use the opportunity of carrying the sacrifice to enter the altar?" Jung immediately grasped the key point.
"That's right." Engels said like a broken can: "Since that woman..." He glanced at me and changed his words: "The woman named Marceau is the last sacrifice so far. After that, I never received any information from Ranwen Novel."
"Are you sure that the cross is still in Bulma's hands?" I asked carefully.
"You mean after the explosion in Bulma's restaurant?" Engels shook his head and said, "I asked Bulma, and she said that there was no loss. We agreed, for confidentiality, before carrying the sacrifice , No one can talk about the cross. In this way, no one knows where the cross is hidden except Bulma himself."
"Who else knew that the cross was on Bulma?" Jung asked.
"It's just me and Sauron." In order to show his credibility, Engels also vowed, "Even the mayor doesn't know, and no one knows that she will hide it except Bulma herself. Where. And, Bulma will definitely not tell others, no matter what the situation, I promise. Bulma is such a woman, so we decided to let her take care of this important thing." He seemed to think of something, a little frustrated: "The cross is the key item for the ceremony. We originally thought that without the key, no one would be able to create a second nightmare world."
However, Little Sent completed a new nightmare world without the cross of Ranwen Novel.com, and not only one, he shattered the wishful thinking of Engels and others. From this point of view, the true function of the cross necklace remains to be discussed. Neither Engels nor Sauron have been able to reveal the true face of the Heavenly Gate Plan, and they are not clear about the key. They just use rituals and objects to get the same. the power of.
Because the power of the two is the same, and they are in an away game, it is impossible to dissolve the nightmare space, or even shake the foundation of Irene’s rule-I don’t know if Engels understands this, but even he I know, there is no other way.
I finally understood the ins and outs of the matter, and the idea of finding Marceau through Engels was completely shattered, and my heart finally calmed down. Now to find Marceau’s **, I can only start from the black nest and others. Although I have determined that the cross necklace is in the hands of Father Xi Sen, I still can’t help asking:
"Do you personally think that the cross is still on Bulma?"
Engels fell silent.
The Black Nest and the Mal Jones family have an intersection. No matter where Father Sisen learned of the hiding place of the cross, they are likely to have found the altar one step ahead of us. This means that Sauron, the only one who has the power to fight Irene in the temporary data hedging space in the top area, is already under the control of the enemy. It is conceivable that Sauron, as a prophet, will soon become a sacrifice completely. The prophets are an important component of the nightmare world, and they must have a way to eliminate Sauron's confrontational psychology.
Perhaps, Irene had already foreseen today. In the stories I have read, people who use the power of the devil to deal with the devil never end well. They either become toys and food for the devil, or become a new devil.
The situation is really terrible. As a result, it is more difficult to rescue Marceau, and it is impossible to determine which of the temporary data hedging spaces in the Peak District and the Dock District will be completed first. And where I can intervene, perhaps only the tomb area remains.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood." A male voice came from the side.
The voice was full of arrogance, and seemed unscrupulous. The feeling of mocking the prey gradually falling into the urn made goose bumps.
We spontaneously looked around at the same voice. At the entrance where Jung and Engels came in before, the man walked in vigorously, and the people around him immediately called the waiter and made a glass of wine that was dark red like a condensed blood. Nubuat respectfully handed it to the man's hand.
"Little Sent." Engels was a little startled, and he didn't come back to his senses until the man raised the glass of wine in the distance.
"It's been a long time, Uncle Engels." Little Sent smiled with a perfect ritual at the corner of his mouth. "This is the first time you see my palace? How do you feel? I hope you can stay a few more days. I have a lot to say to you. Ah, have you seen Marseille?"
His head turned around a bit, appearing a little artificial. The next action also proved that he was indeed deliberate.
"I think he must be very happy to hear you tell the story of the brave fighting the witch."
Immediately afterwards, his eyes turned on me, Sakiya, and Jung, and finally fell on my face.
"This... Mr. from the Intelligence Bureau." He hooked his lips, "Excuse me for forgetting your name. I didn't expect to see you here again. Have a nice free morning trip? I think it must be unforgettable, and I haven't forgotten the thing that you made a hole in my head." He clicked his forehead, "Maybe you can demonstrate it in front of everyone tonight? "
For this naked provocation, I didn't have any response from Ranwen Novel. I just stared at him quietly. This man is completely different from the first time I saw him. Although his appearance is the same, his personality is like a different person. When I first saw him in the cemetery, he was obviously a serious and steady person.
There is no difference between dressing and dressing up and meeting in the cemetery. The hair was combed back neatly, and a strand of deep purple hair fell down. Just like a gentleman in his early years, a pair of single-sided glasses are placed on the high nose bridge. The eyes behind the lenses are still sharp, but they are no longer so hard, as if they were melted by the flames hidden deep in the eyes. generally.
The buttons of the expensive and decent suit lining open above the chest, and the tie and neck tie are not tied, which looks relaxed and casual. The cross on his chest was reflected by the candlelight, swaying an unknown dim light.
There are four people who look like subordinates around Little Sent, two men and two women, all between 20 and 30 years old. The smell of a loyal dog can be smelled even if you pinch your nose, and they dress like everyday. Elites at work, but the ability to raise their hands and feet is more like they have been trained through rigorous military training.
Probably from that special unit belonging to the Mal Jones family that resembled the Fandog unit.
I'm thinking, what would happen if I drew my gun and gave him a shot now? Before I acted, Jung stepped forward, blocking me behind him, and reaching out to Sent.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Sent. I'm Jung from the Intelligence Bureau."
"Ah...yes, it is nice to meet you. You are also the guest I hope to invite." Little Sent shook his hand, "I hope you have a good time tonight."
After speaking, he let go of Jung's hand, just like finishing a routine job, ignored us again, walked into the crowd and hugged several people. The news of the host's arrival was immediately passed on in the lobby. After a while, the noise became louder, and the people who were not surrounded by Ranwen Novel Nets also gave pointers on the side.
"What an arrogant fellow." Dorothy walked to us sometime and said, while drinking a drink from the glass through a straw. Although the tone was flat, the knife-shaped critical weapon in her hand was grasped tighter, and it seemed to be waved at any time.
"This man?" Jung looked at me, the question was endless, but I still understood what he meant.
"It's not the same as when we met last time...maybe it's because the radical will see the success of the great cause, so happy." I tried to explain with humor, but no one appreciates it.
"This joke is so cold." Dorothy said mercilessly.
"The Doomsday Truth should be looking for him. I don't think that those hyenas have been killed. According to your inference, Crow, his site is in the cemetery, not here." Jung's voice appeared low, "Then, he Why do you risk your life to hold this banquet?"
"This is a good question." I replied. This question has always been hidden in my heart. My eyes have never left the man. At the same time, "Yuan" quietly spread from the body, walked around the wall, and found the door. Many people were ambushing outside the wall. Judging by their posture and breathing, they are all soldiers ready to go.
"We are surrounded." I said to everyone.
"Wh, what? Who is it?" Engels was a little nervous.
"Some soldiers."
"Soldiers? Which ones appeared this morning?"
"Maybe it belongs to Mar Jones," I said.
"Are there soldiers in the Mar Jones family?" Engels showed a look of stunned expression. He had never seen the ferocious look of those Mar Jones soldiers during the recovery operation outside the town.
"What should we do? Leave now?" Sakiya also became nervous, "This is a trap."
"Tsk, everyone knows it's a trap~IndoMTL.com~ I know I've been hunted down, and I'm still showing up in places I can't control. It's just as bait." Dorothy sneered, "The problem is, How does he plan to deal with hyenas attracted by carrion? This is not the tomb area."
"There is only one answer." I didn't finish my words, and the crowd suddenly separated.
Little Sent walked to the main stage set up in the lobby and knocked the wine glass in his hand with a fork. It rang three times in a row, unexpectedly clear in the noisy hall. The guests immediately noticed that the host had something to say, they stopped their actions and focused their attention on Sent's body.
"Welcome everyone to Raccoon Town and come to this hilltop apartment. Many years ago, my father asked me what my dream is for the future. I said, I want to make this town richer and more People are interested in the history here and get an unforgettable experience in this town. So I built this apartment, which has been praised by many people in the past few years. Now, we gather here for the same fun, and What I want to tell everyone is—"
Senter paused, pretending to smile mysteriously, and looked around at the crowd.
"You are going to die soon." He said jokingly.