Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2152: sleepy beast

This is simply a nightmare. I squatted on the ground, held his head, and pulled his clothes more and more force. The voice became more and more irritating, and it sounded like a monster around him venomously. sound. His thinking, which has been turning at a fast speed, seems to be suddenly derailed. Although he really wants to understand what kind of situation is now, he can't sort it out anyway. He is already a patient with doomsday syndrome? No, I was originally a potential doomsday syndrome patient. Everyone here is a potential doomsday syndrome patient. My colleagues said this to him before, and I very much agree with this sentence. However, it shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be in this way, at this time... the infidelity was suddenly pulled down by a huge force. When he fell to the ground, he saw the person who pulled him-- At first he thought it was a certain companion, but when he saw the other person's appearance, he was completely unable to connect with the impression of others in his mind.

It cannot be said that it is not a human being at all, but what he saw was only the outline of a vague human figure, which made him wonder if there was a problem with his eyes.

I don’t think I should be surprised by what I saw, what happened to me suddenly, because, if you want to say a sign, maybe I didn’t turn around at that time, but now I look back. , Even if there is a blank in my head, I can feel a little bit. However, he just didn't want to admit it, didn't want to understand what was happening to him. He felt scared. Behind all of what he rejected, there was a huge horror that he could experience without thinking. It's like, as long as you think about it a little deeper, you will only see the painful and desperate facts.

Because of the fact that it is painful and desperate, that's why I don't want to face it squarely-I don't want to be a husband and realize my problem. He is not stupid. Once things happen, he can always find the clues connecting cause and effect.

"Don't touch me!" Shaking his arms vigorously, he pushed away the fuzzy human figures around him. He felt that they were really human beings, but he couldn't treat them as adults. Suddenly he had a wishful thinking: it was really that he was infected with doomsday syndrome that caused these hallucinations. It's not that everyone else has become a doomsday patient, and it is normal that only oneself is left.

He pushed down these people and felt the power of the stalemate. It was indeed human power. The power of these people pulled him, trying to tie him up, not wanting to be a husband, struggling desperately, smashing into these vague human figures, and being hugged by the fallen human figures. He shook his fist vigorously and hit these figures. Several figures were beaten back and forth, but more figures rushed forward and grabbed his arms. He wanted to be ruthless several times. He was a killer. He was proficient in killing people empty-handed, but every time he wanted to use those deadly moves, he had a sad impulse that prevented him from actually using them on these human figures.

No one listened to what he said, he knew it was inevitable. He suddenly howled like a beast falling into a trap. He couldn't hear what these human figures were saying, and he couldn't be sure that the malice he felt from these human figures was the real malice. He didn't know, he really killed everyone here-he thought he could do it-but after that, what can he do?

He didn't want to catch it all, but he really couldn't judge whether it was a good thing to continue struggling. Does the immediate crisis come from himself or from other people, or... Suddenly, he saw Gaochuan's diary that was thrown on the ground, and extreme anger suddenly rushed into his heart, making it difficult for him to think more. However, I feel that this diary written by Gao Chuan is to make things such a culprit. He wanted to tear the book apart. He thought of where he got it, and thought of the monster that he saw in the tower should be Dr. Ender. He felt that he suddenly understood why Dr. Ender had become that way. Then, he thought about why this book is still on him.

When entering the new base, all the foreign objects carried by everyone were checked and confiscated, but it happened to be this book, oh, and those cards, somehow still on their own. He thought it was an oversight during the inspection, or he was allowed to carry it after the inspection, but this self-righteous thought may be mixed with some selfishness, so that he did not clearly tell other people that he was holding Gaochuan’s diary. And cards.

"I shouldn't bring it back, I shouldn't bring it back..." I mumbling to myself, and I don't know what other people will feel when they hear it. Perhaps, just as I heard the vicious voices of these humanoids, my own whispering in the ears of these humanoids who were obviously companions was like a vicious curse, right?

I was quiet for a while, and when he stopped struggling, he was quickly pressed to the ground by the surrounding humanoids, and his backhand cut up. He was a little loose. Even if he was once a killer, he couldn't be pure when he was not a killer. Rely on physical strength to defeat the crowd. He felt helpless, his heart was full of grief and anger, and he had a foreboding of his fate. He didn't want to blame anyone, nor did he want to blame himself, because this was not a conspiracy, but just "sick". Either oneself or other people are "sick". Moreover, this disease is not preventable, it is a terminal illness that people like myself have studied for a long time and have not progressed.

No survivor understands the horror of "virus" and "doomsday syndrome" better than today's survivors. It doesn't make sense to put the blame on anyone. He just felt that if there was no "Gaochuan Diary", maybe all this would still happen, but only after a longer period of time, the situation would not become so sudden, there must be a time limit for relaxation.

But now, it's the book, so he has no chance. What's more, he can imagine that once others take Gaochuan's diary, they will definitely end up just like his own.

"No, no, it can't be like this... We haven't done anything yet, we've just started..." When the man was dragged up by the figure next to him, he murmured, he didn’t know whether the figure next to him was Hear it clearly, and even more uncertain, if the other party does not hear, it is the other party's problem or his own problem. He had only one thought at this time: he must not let other people see the Gaochuan diary.

Now, Gaochuan Diary fell to the ground one meter away from him. The unfettered gaze wandered, it seemed that the figures around him were frightened by his grim gaze. Grasping his strength loosened, at this moment, the stubborn husband broke away from their suppression again, and rushed to the Gaochuan diary on the ground. His body was still in the air, and he felt the force of pulling back. He felt more hands than the human figure he saw, wrapped around his waist and legs like seaweed, like the hands of a **** evil spirit. Pull yourself into hell. The frightening and weird atmosphere has never faded.

Falling to the ground without being a husband, he stretched out his hand desperately, and the touch of the cover of Gaochuan Diary came from his fingertips. Shizuo suddenly understood why this touch is so unique. The cover of Gaochuan’s diary is not a normal material. Looking back at this time, it is clearly the feeling of human skin—perhaps an illusion, or a prejudice based on fantasy. However, Shifu felt more and more that this Gaochuan diary was like a curse made by a demon plucking out human skin.

Even so, he struggled to dislocate, stretched his arm forward, and firmly grasped the book that was regarded as the culprit. He has not yet figured out how to deal with it, and it seems that there is no chance to deal with it at this time, but preventing others from getting it is the strongest idea in his heart. Once other people open the book, then self and the monsters in the tower are the fate of other people.

If I had known it, it would be fine to burn this book down-I couldn't help but think of this when I was pressed by a heavier body and my arms and limbs could not be stretched.

He squeezed the book tightly. No matter how evil the other human figures tried to pry away his fingers, he never relaxed. If he could, he even wanted to keep the book locked like this. However, this was just a vain fantasy. A severe pain came from his forearm. He opened his eyes wide and saw that one of the figures was piercing his arm with a knife, as if he was about to take his entire little arm. The arms are all cut off the same.

"No, no, no!" yelled out of his husband, not for his own pain, but for the irreversible future, "don't read this book, don't read this book!" He tried to organize My thoughts, which have become chaotic due to fear, madness, despair and pain, tried to explain in words why I became like this and what kind of curse this Gaochuan diary carries. However, his inner sorrow could not be conveyed to these human figures, and he was not even sure whether these human figures could really understand what he was saying.

At this time, all the things these humanoids did made the non-workers feel the viciousness and madness of chills all over, as if they weren’t infected with doomsday syndrome, but actually these people were mad. The originally well-organized new base, in his feelings, showed a non-thinking, as if manipulated by a certain impulse, indulging in an inner malicious atmosphere.

Fatal was hit by several heavy hammers on the head, which made him dizzy and almost fainted. The pain from his arm made him sober, but he could only use all his strength to grasp the book in vain. . The figure who tried to cut his forearm with a knife seemed to be stumped by his stubbornness. Angrily threw away the knife in his hand and walked out of his sight.

These figures are clamoring, and they don’t understand what they are talking about. Then a piercing electric saw interrupted these sounds, and the quiet atmosphere for a moment more and more brought out the sharp hum that made people feel cold. If you don't work as a husband, you know that you will endure the cruelty that you have never experienced in the past. He has nothing to do, he can even imagine the scene where these people finally took the Gaochuan diary from his broken arm.

Even so, he couldn't let go of his hand just like that, even if he knew it well, as long as he let go of his hand and gave up struggling, he wouldn't be sawn off his arm.

I never feel that I am a self-sacrificing person. He clearly remembered how many people he had killed in the past. Those dead people made him feel that his nature was ruthless and cold-blooded. It was the organization that cultivated him like this. Even so, he never felt that there was anything wrong with it. He had never thought that he would be impulsive and touched, would try to do something, to grasp some kind of vague "hope" day.

However, the unfamiliar emotion, in the harsh sound of the chainsaw's whirling, seemed to have broken through a certain obstacle, and it flooded his heart endlessly, making him just squeeze the Gaochuan diary. Listening to the distorted human figures around them speaking inhuman words, feeling the desperate chainsaw falling from a height, and then there is a burst of pain of crumbling and cutting of skin and bones.

I don't want to be a husband when I see my broken arm jump up, and the blood is scattered in the air. The piercing pain and emotions more turbulent than pain, as well as fears greater than this turbulent emotion, made him wailed like a beast. He had never regretted it at this moment. He regretted why he had to go to the tower to find Dr. Ander. What he thought was necessary to do, has now become a heart-wrenching irony.

Blood spurted all over the floor, and he almost fainted without being a husband, but he just got out of his body. How intense the pain is, it is no longer the most important feeling~IndoMTL.com~ He saw it, and the humanoid threw the chainsaw away and picked up the broken arm. The humanoid looked at the Gaochuan diary, which was still tightly pinched by the broken arm, as if trying to figure out what it was. Then, when the humanoid tried to take out the Gaochuan diary, it took a lot of effort, but couldn’t break it apart. Finger with broken arm.

When he laughed, he knew how neurotic his smile was. Seeing the humanoid gnashing his teeth and fiddle with his broken arm, he felt a sense of helplessness of "I have tried my best". This feeling of helplessness eased him somewhat. The pain in the heart. He has struggled, and now, he doesn't want to struggle anymore. Thinking of this, the strength supporting the spine suddenly vented, causing him to stick to the ground softly-a lot of blood flowed out from the wound of his broken arm, making him cold and confused, and even his nerves seemed to be affected. The pain is getting smaller and smaller as it is paralyzed.

"Don't open that book..." I didn't know who I was talking to. But his only remaining consciousness also knew that no one would listen to him. If you change those people to yourself and have never been in touch with Gaochuan's Diary, you would never think of how weird this book is. Is this the end of myself? It was... nothing was done. Thinking of not being a husband, his consciousness gradually fell into darkness. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.

　　

　　 Please remember the domain name of the book’s first publication:. Mobile version reading URL: