Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 226: Excited

"In other words, as long as you wear this mask, you can cast spells?" Engels reached out and touched the mask placed in the center of the table. The appearance of making up his mind. No ads~

I can understand how he feels. The martial arts, the holy king, makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandon The Shao Da Zhou imperial family moves the universe and will kill the night god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the strongest world, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandonment After that wonderful power, who wouldn't want to be a wizard? Although to become even the lowest-level black-robed wizard, there are various restrictions. When you think of being torn off the mask, you will peel off your face together, which is enough to make your skin tight, not to mention, after wearing the mask, You may die because of abnormal reactions similar to allergies.

Alice has witnessed the end of ordinary people wearing masks, and the survival rate is even less than half.

"The more important problem is that after wearing the mask, you may be controlled by the enemy." Jung's gaze shifted to Alice, "Is that right? Alice."

"Probably..." Alice also stared directly at these three masks, completely unwilling, and the fear was mixed with complex emotions of hope and hesitation, so strong that she even closed her eyes. She could also smell, "Who...come first?" She glanced at the other people's faces, and then came back sober again, shaking her head vigorously, "No, this thing is terrible. You see, these are originally. It’s made by humans, and it’s an evil thing like us, a living human being, why should we bring it back?"

Alice screamed impulsively, because No Ranwen.com forgot that she and others had become wanted criminals in the street, so she tried to suppress her voice, looking a little hoarse. She could hardly suppress the emotion of wanting to throw all these masks into the incinerator, just like a drug addict determined to quit drugs. Although she was tempted by drugs, she had to restrain herself because she understood its harm. But looking at her distorted expression, that kind of restraint seemed to break at any time.

"Yes, indeed. This kind of thing is simply the legacy of the devil." Engels' face was a little gloomy, his breathing became heavy, and his arms moved forward. "But, but...you see, the enemy's power is real. It’s too strong, and the previous battles made them vigilant. To break through the siege and return to reality, it’s good to increase their strength." In the crackling sound of the burning wood, the sound of his swallowing saliva was a bit harsh, "Retreat. Ten thousand steps say that if we want to defeat the enemy, we must understand their power. To seize these masks is just the right time."

Engels used his eyes to seek our approval to strengthen his confidence. I believe that as long as anyone admits what he said, he will put aside the last hesitation and put on one of the masks. His statement can almost be said to agree with the original intention of taking these masks, but everyone was silent, even Jung just lowered his eyes and drank hot coffee in silence.

"Assholes, you all told me something. You already took the mask back. Are you just staring at it?"

Engels thumped the table hard, completely enraged by the repressed and speechless atmosphere. This is a matter of course. I have said so much, and I feel that these reasons are completely in the hearts of other people. But everyone's hypocrisy seems to be like a harlequin in a one-man show. Whoever replaces him will feel angry about it.

"Mr. Engels was right." Jung finally said aloud, so that all eyes were on him, "In this case, we don't have too many choices. I want to wear it. Those who go on put it on. No matter whether the result is good or bad, it is their own choice, and there will be no complaints when they die." Jung's gaze patrolled our faces one by one, so calm and uncomfortable. Too comfortable, "In contrast, if it is really controlled... Well, I don't think I need to say more about the end. Then, who wants to try it?"

There was another silence.

"Tsk, sly guy. Is that really the case?" Dorothy was the first to break the dullness, standing up with a knife-like critical weapon, "I give up, but Jung..." She pointed her long knife at Rong. Ge, his sharp gaze seemed to announce that he would cut it down at any time, "Aren’t we teammates? Give me this little trick again, don’t blame me you’re welcome"

"What are you talking about?" Jung stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon indifferently, his voice didn't shake at all.

"Don't pretend to be garlic...Forget it, anyway..." Dorothy's next words seemed to have not been spoken by Ranwen Novel Network at all, she just lifted her lips, but when she passed by me At that time, I seemed to hear, "Anyway, this team is about to disband."

Doroth walked to the corner and sat down cross-legged, leaning the long knife on her shoulder, the black robe and the shadow that the fire could not shine. She never glanced at Ranwen Novel.com, as if she was asleep. Engels and Alice seemed a little at a loss. Dorothy's words clearly hinted at something bad, and the two of them looked at Jung with hesitation.

Jung is still squeezing that dead face, as quiet as a rock, no one can feel the martial universe from above, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the seal, the throne, the gods, and the gods, the world, the strongest, the strongest, the big week. The royal family will kill the gods at night, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world, the strongest, the nineth layer Throne Seeking Demons Ao Shi Ninth Heaven is the strongest abandoning the Emperor of Shao Da Zhou to any emotions, and he can't read his thoughts from his facial expressions. Sakiya also turned a blind eye to the movement here, and said something that she couldn't hear clearly, really worried. And I never thought of wearing a mask from the beginning, so that only Engels and Alice looked at each other.

"I..." Engels stretched his hand to the mask, but before touching it, after a glance at Jung, he drew back with difficulty, got up and walked to the other side, "I give up." He said. By the time, the tone was firm, and it seemed that he had made up his mind.

Alice glanced at Engels, then at Jung, and finally fell on Dorothy. The girl was wrapped in a black robe and seemed to melt into the darkness, leaving only a hazy outline. Alice smiled reluctantly, with a worried look on her face, and said to me: "I, I'll forget it... I'm sorry, you took it back so hard."

Alice’s reaction did not surprise me. Even if Engels did not give up first, the chance that she would wear a mask would not exceed 20%. Everything she saw in the street left a heavy shadow in her heart. On the other hand, if she really chose to wear a face mask, it would inevitably be suspicious. Was her previous performance all acting? The analysis of the spirit and personality of this woman must be overthrown and reconstructed.

This kind of habitual temptation rooted in every daily choice made me a little disgusted with myself. The sense of longing I had for Jung might be precisely because we are the same kind of people to some extent. Precisely because I am such a person, even if I understand what Dorothy said before, I cannot give the same rebuke to Jung.

Just like Dorothy said, the evolution of things to this point should be all planned by Jung. Just like I did not hesitate to use the Eight Views to spy on the Goat Union, I stood in a safe place and watched and threw coins from the Eight Views. No matter success or failure, I didn't have any losses and could obtain intelligence. The same is true for Jung, using everyone in this team to obtain more information-street intelligence, mask intelligence, and personal intelligence. Regardless of the result, it will be successful for him, and will It is already under consideration to cause discomfort to others and even cause the team to fall apart.

Even if the plan is revealed here, it is not painful. What happened step by step formed a concrete outline in his brain from the very beginning. Subject to various external and internal, objective and psychological factors, everyone makes actions for granted. All actions produce a natural chain, which turns like gears. Jung's rigid and calm expression is not just a gesture.

If someone wears a mask, it will only be one of Engels and Alice. Even if they all fail, they will not have any impact on the combat effectiveness. Instead, they can collect relevant information. If they succeed, their own The increase in combat power can only have benefits, not the disadvantages of Ranwen.

On the contrary, if everyone gives up wearing face masks, it can also be used to judge the psychological factors of team members and prepare for the next step, and the masks obtained can also be taken out as specimens.

Everyone's experience and choices are not the choice of Ranwen Novel.com. If you don't act according to Jung's plan, you can't think of a better way, and you might fall into a worse state if you do it yourself. So far, I believe that my thinking and Jung are in sync. Although he only secretly guided the execution of this plan, it is also a fact that I remain silent in a sober state. Therefore, I cannot say no to Jung. I can't complain about the near death experience I have encountered before.

However, if there is really something beyond Jung's expectations, it must be the appearance of Mae.

"Really...Don't be clever but be mistaken by cleverness." I said to myself with a wry smile, I have suffered enough in my student days, but I don't want to take it again now.

"...Is that all there is to it?." Sakiya said suddenly and thoughtlessly. Her voice was so soft that it seemed that only Jung and I had noticed. When I turned my head, I saw her eyes. No, it should be said that the presence of those eyes was so strong that they almost occupied other perceptions of her.

The eyes are like smooth polished mirrors or unusually finely carved gems. They are still as bright as before, but they are obviously different. Yes, if it used to be self-burning to emit light, now it is absorbing the surrounding light and then reflecting it out.

Her hand stretched out. In my eyes, it seemed to move slowly by an inch per second, but it was probably an illusion. This action should actually be fast, because when that hand grabs the table One of the masks. Neither I nor Jung could stop her.

Slap——

Sakiya leaned over and pulled the mask back in front of him, and the violent movement caused the chair behind him to fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.

It's like resounding in my heart.

Amidst all eyes, Sakuya gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I'll come"

"Interesting." A somewhat serious voice came from behind. I turned my head abruptly and saw that Mae, like a marionette, stood up lying on his side in a stiff and strange posture. At this moment, the neuroticism, madness, restlessness, trance, and self-talk of that mental patient all disappeared, just like normal people. Because it is too normal, it gives people an abnormal feeling. Even so, she still exudes an extraordinary breath.

Because of "interesting", so interested. It's like looking forward to something happening, but Ranwen Novels didn't have much hope, but it really happened, so I was excited.

"Puff--ahahahahahaha--" From the shadowy corners, there was a childish laughter, and the girl opened her eyes and made a "huh" sound, while looking at Sakiya, "become interesting That’s how it should be. Isn’t it too boring to always develop at the established pace? This time I did a good job, Cowgirl, I’m starting to admire you.” She said that, and looked jokingly at the same time. Throw to Jung.

Sakiya would make such a move. Although it was not completely unimaginable to me, it really scared me so that I couldn't make a sound at all. Ah, what should I say? Yes? Is it against? In short, my mind was blank, but my mood was extremely calm, and I was not panicking at all. Maybe it was because I didn't think it was a bad thing, right?

Engels and Alice were completely stunned, the expressions on their faces seemed to be embossed.

I couldn't help but turn my gaze back to Jung's face. Such a change in things seemed to mess up his mood for a while, but he quickly drew a flash of surprise. When Sakiya's changes after encountering Mae fell into his eyes at the beginning, he might be psychologically prepared, but the chemical reaction that occurred was so intense that it seemed to exceed his guess.

"The Recorder..." Jung appeared cautious, calling out Sakuya's code name in the Security Bureau, "Have you really decided?"

"Yes, I want to do it." Sakiya glanced at him. Ling Li's eyes looked directly at Mae, and I seemed to be able to smell the burnt odor when my eyes collided, "No matter you and What's the relationship with Achuan, woman, wash your neck and wait."

"No problem." Malie was hidden in Mae's deep eyes. For a while, it seemed that only Sakiya could look directly at him. "But, can you really live after wearing it? And, the previous one. The one named Jung is the captain, right? He also said that if you can't get rid of control..." She said here, paused, smiling sincerely, but it contrasted sharply with the content of her words, "Don't worry, I will Very generously, let my fiance give you a good time."

"Fiance?" Sakiya hummed arrogantly for the first time, and counterattacked with a disdainful smile, "Isn’t it too early to say this? Just kill you, and everything will be back to normal." , I won’t show weakness anymore"

"Wait until you are really okay, then play with me." Mae got up from the bed, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and touched his left shoulder. Suddenly a whirlwind rolled up around her body, and the gray color seemed to be diffused, slowly soaking in the tornado, completely covering her body. In the next moment, the gray whirlwind lost its restraints and spread out, blowing the fabric in the room rustling. Zhenjiang, who appeared in our field of vision again, was already wearing a black robe, and his face was also covered by a drooping hood. Obviously standing in front of him, it was like a ghost, full of mystery and emptiness.

"A Jiang..." As soon as I spoke, she was interrupted.

"Some things need to be verified, A Chuan, cherish the remaining time, maybe today is the anniversary of this little girl's death."

After that, without waiting for me to speak, a cloud of gray mist sprayed out of her hood, forming a hole-like vortex in front of her. She stepped into it and just disappeared.

"That's the case." Before Ranwen.com.cn waited for us to react, Dorothy in the corner also made her own voice, "I'll go out too, anyway, the next action will take a while. Will it begin?"

"Then, that's too dangerous." Engels tried to stop her. "There was a riot just now. Everyone in the street is hunting us. If they recognize us..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't be recognized." Dorothy glared at him proudly. "Who do you think I am?"

Engels was choked to speak and looked furious, but he could only watch Dorothy pull up his hood, opened the door, and walked into the thunder and lightning.

"Rong, Mr. Jung..." He cast a look at Jung for an explanation. Jung just leaned slightly to apologize, then grabbed a mask on the table and put it into his black robe pocket. , He also pulled on his hood.

"That's it, I have something to go out and think about."

"Huh?"

"Crow~IndoMTL.com~The common currency here is Greystone, right?" Jung turned his head to confirm without checking the other two.

"I hope you will be luckier than me." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I believe that your experience is only a special case." Jung said quietly, "you have too little experience."

What else can I say, she is absolutely foolproof in her dress, but she ran into a woman who relied on her sense of smell and intuition to believe that the other person was not in the "street". It is not an exaggeration to say that it was misfortune. But it was also a great fortune in misfortune to let Zhenjiang regenerate.

"So..." Jung glanced at Sakuya and said to me: "Before I come back, you can talk to the recorder."

He pushed the door and walked out, closing the door with his backhand. There was silence in the room, as if all the sounds were blown away by the wind when opening and closing the door.

After a long while, Alice stretched out her voice, made an afterthought "Hey?", and looked at each other with Engels.

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