Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 237: The hospital changes

237 hospital abnormal changes

A strong sense of oppression overflowed from behind the "door" and almost turned into a substantial mist.

Something came out of it. I was about to tell Mae to step back together. My body was taken aside by the figure leaping from above. All changes were in the blink of an eye. A giant hand stretched out from behind the "door", with an open palm larger than an adult. He couldn't see his skin, as if it was covered by a layer of gray mist, hazy, Continuously exuding wisps of mist. At the same time, something passed through from behind. I couldn't see the specific shape. I just felt a strong wind rushing above my head. The target was not me, but Zhenjiang. If she stayed in the original position, it was not. To be caught by a giant hand is to be penetrated by an attack from behind.

I was embraced by Zhenjiang and slid back ten meters against the ground. The object that hit Zhenjiang by No Ranwen Novel.com collided with the giant hand and was nailed to it silently. This time I finally saw clearly that it was a long spear. The style that stretches the handle of a long sword is undoubtedly the weapon of the knight "Ken".

The spear is pierced on the back of the giant hand, as if it pierced the epidermis and hung on it. But the giant hand still seems to feel the martial universe. The Holy King makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the **** of the world, the strongest abandonment of the young big week The imperial martial arts will kill the gods, the gods, and the throne, seek the devil, and the world, the strongest, the nineth heaven, the strongest, abandon the young gods, The ant nest was bitten by the fierce soldier ants, and he swept around the door angrily. The owner of the giant hand could not reveal the true shape from the half-opened "door", but the arm exposed outside the "door" is more than ten meters long, but it dances extremely agilely. The wizards swept by this arm Immediately torn apart, as if there was a bomb hidden in the body.

The muffled sound of the impact came one after another. On the trajectory of the arm movement, a person's body was shot flying, and it was directly turned into a puff of blood mist, which was scattered from the air along with the limbs and internal organs. . The space made up by the gray fog suddenly became creepy, and the smell of blood was strong, as if every breath would block the nasal cavity.

Mae and I avoided the blow in time, and then Mae picked me up and threw me on the arm.

The wizards seemed to be stunned by this huge and terrifying strange hand, and they didn't let out a scream of horror until the arm was swung back again. No one would dare to stop in the path of the giant hand waving, "Ken" finally recovered. As one of the important members of "Street", he could not be unaware of the existence of this hand, but It was the first time I wanted to see a real object, so when he issued an "attack" and "lock it" command, the giant hand had already begun to retract behind the "door".

This weird hand is different from the first time I saw it, but through the gray mist on the surface, the skin still feels horny. Mae and I grabbed the spear pierced in our arms and were taken behind the "door" together. Before the second wave of attacks from the wizarding forces came, the crack formed by the white light had closed behind him, and the scenery outside the "door" became narrower and narrower, leaving only darkness in the end.

The next moment, the feeling of being dragged by the arm disappeared. I felt that I was holding the long spear in one hand and holding it with Mae in the other, continuously falling towards the endless abyss. After that, even the touch in my hand disappeared. I wanted to call Mae's name, but I couldn't hear the sound when I opened my mouth. I tried to grasp something, but there was nothing around me.

It's started again—this kind of handwriting floats in my mind, as if "thoughts" are expressed in a more specific way.

Obviously I feel that I am awake, but my body becomes heavy, and then I lose even the physical feeling. There is no heartbeat, no temperature, no five senses, there is only one "self." "The idea.

"I" is falling, and the feeling of weightlessness is getting stronger and stronger, as if being pulled upward by something.

I don’t know when it will end, and I don’t know what the end is, so I feel a strong sense of fear.

This state is not unfamiliar, it's like having a nightmare that you can't get rid of. Knowing that I am falling into the depths of a nightmare, I want to wake up but cannot do it.

Because at this time, it seems that this dream is reality.

I tried to open my eyes wide, and I don’t know how long it took. It seemed that for an instant, the colorful scenery was once again imprinted in the retina, as if it had never disappeared. However, the feeling of falling and the bottomless abyss still remained in the soul, as if he had suffered asthma, and suddenly returned to breath, making a violent inhalation sound.

I heard my own inhalation sound, and felt the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandonment, the big Zhou, the royal family, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne, asks the devil, the ninefold The strongest abandonment of the heavens, the strongest abandonment of the Shao Da Zhou, the imperial force of the universe, the night kills the gods The feeling of the royal family's lungs swelling, all this is like telling himself that he has woken up from a nightmare.

No matter how many times it passes, this feeling can't make people get used to it.

I slowly got up from the ground and confirmed the surrounding environment for the first time. I was indeed in the hall of the mental hospital, and the heavy rain outside the window kept beating on the glass, forming a trickle. Every flash of light made the gloomy hall as pale as a patient's face.

Mae is not by my side. I don’t think I’m so awake yet. However, when I subconsciously shifted my eyes and found her by a window in a nearby corner, I immediately slapped my whole body, as if I just woke up. Also became sober.

Ma Jiang turned his back to me, and he didn't wear that knight costume. He seemed to be naked, with his long head draped on his calf, and he held the window to look out. She tilted her head slightly, and when the hall was illuminated by lightning for an instant, a hazy outline of a face appeared on the glass. Even if I knew that figure very well, I mistakenly thought that the ghost of the thousand-year-old castle appeared in front of me in an instant.

She looked like she saw someone and muttered to herself that she was talking to that person. The fine and shattered sound seemed to float from a far away place, and I couldn't hear what was being said at all. However, there was nothing outside that window except the branches swaying like ghosts.

As if in a one-man show, she was full of a touch of sadness and sorrow, just like a woman in a deep boudoir. The icy shadow seemed to only appear in dreams.

It's not the first time I saw such a real river. Last time she treated me as someone else, doing inexplicable moves empty-handed, saying that she was tying a scarf for me.

Mae, who is not in a fighting state, cannot be trusted if he is not a mental patient. In addition to the related symptoms of split personality, symptoms such as delusions and visual and auditory hallucinations can also occur.

Seems to be ill again. Thinking about this, I let out a long sigh of relief. Compared with the current state, the performance in the "street" is more like a special case.

I opened my mouth, but couldn't make a sound. I prepared again, and finally heard my own voice.

"A Jiang."

Mae doesn't seem to hear as much as Ranwen Novel.com, and still speaks to himself outside the window.

"A Jiang" I made a louder voice as I stood up and walked towards her.

At this moment, Mae finally moved, as if suddenly awakened, his shoulders shook, and he slowly turned his upper body. Sure enough, she didn't wear clothes, and her eyes were a little dazed when she saw it. After contacting my eyes, she gradually became clearer.

"Achuan, I saw a lot of people." She said.

I'm a little strange, but I didn't care too much about Ranwen Novel. In this state, Zhenjiang always said something confusing.

"Is there anyone here? Ah, the one of Doomsday Truth?" I tried to think for the good, maybe it wasn't Zhenjiang's illusion that was at work. However, if it is really the person at the banquet who was thrown in by Little Sent, we shouldn't be able to stand here just right. Moreover, besides us, there is no one person in this hall.

"It's so nostalgic, it's like returning home." Zhenjiang did not answer from Ranwen.com, but he told himself how he feels. The martial arts, the holy king, the sacred king, the night, the god, the **** seal, the throne. Seeking the devil and proud world, the strongest of the nine layers The imperial clan of the Great Zhou Dynasty will kill the gods of the night to kill the gods and seal the throne to seek the devil, proud of the world, the strongest and abandon the imperial clan of the young Dazhou, with a nostalgic smile on his face.

It's really confusing, but it doesn't seem to have encountered the other people in this building.

"Where are they?" I asked as I took off my coat and put it on her.

"It's here. It's everywhere." Zhenjiang didn't put it on. He just pulled the tunic tightly, staring at me behind me, as if seeing someone, but she Only an empty hall was reflected in his eyes, "Did you not hear? Those kids are laughing."

"Laughing?" I scratched my hair in anguish. Although I thought it was her hallucinations, the serious expression was so serious that my hair was going to stand up. In the hall, where are there other people besides us? Even though he was so sure, he turned his head and glanced back uncomfortably.

A strong flash of light shone in from the window on the back, and two figures stretched out at the foot.

Other than that, there is nothing else, and there is no other sound except Zhenjiang's whisper and thunderstorm.

I took a deep breath. Although I wanted to turn this topic off, looking at Mae's serious expression, I couldn't help but go on. Sometimes, Zhenjiang seems to be able to understand that he is a mental patient, but sometimes, it seems to be trapped in a demon, even if I say it is an illusion, I can't wake her up. She doesn't care what I say, she just tells her own hallucinations, as if that is reality, and I ignore it, just because I am a mental patient and an autistic person who resists reality.

"Child? What does it look like?" I asked accommodatingly. The next journey will not be peaceful, she must be satisfied to escape the illusion. Even if she doesn't say a word, I hope her mental state can return to reality.

"Wearing the same clothes as me, running around, obviously even my head was about to fall off. Hey, really naughty." Mae's words made my scalp a little numb, and even felt that I had a delusion. I feel that for a moment, something flashes past the shadow reflected in the window glass.

"Aren't you wearing my clothes? A Jiang." I said.

"Huh?" Zhenjiang looked down at himself, raised his head with a wide and gentle smile, "This is obviously my clothes, because I am a mental patient."

"You are a mental patient..." I realized what she meant. "What you mean is that everyone you see is wearing a hospital gown?"

"Of course, because this is a mental hospital."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Was it because of coming to a mental hospital, which caused the hallucinations?

"Can you still fight? A Jiang."

Mae didn't answer from Ranwen Novel. He just cast a puzzled smile. I reluctantly returned a smile, took her hand and walked to the side door that entered the internal hospital.

"Don't worry, no one can hurt you, Achuan." Zhenjiang gently hugged my arm and leaned his head on my shoulder.

We stood there for a while in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary. Maybe someone has been to the hall before, and the people who were sacrificed at the banquet should be here when they first appeared in this mental hospital. In short, all the windows that were open when they first arrived have been closed. The veil of the statue of the Virgin fell on the candle holder in front, and was burned for a small amount. The candle had been extinguished for a long time, and only a cold touch was left.

In addition, there is no more evidence of Ranwen Novel.com that proves that someone has entered and exited this hall.

After that, following the route in memory, I took Zhenjiang into the mental hospital again. Just like in the hall, the lights in the corridor did not change from intact to damaged, because most of them have already been extinguished, and the light is dark and dim, as if they are coming from a certain door at any time, or After a certain corner, something unknown jumped out.

There were some long blood stains on the floor, as if the corpse had been dragged from here. After a while, it disappeared again, and appeared again after a while. It was completely unclear where it was and where it was the end. In addition, there were dried blood spots on the walls and seats, but no matter where you looked, half of the corpse could not be found.

In addition to the **** smell in the air, there is also a burning smell. I couldn't tell what was being burned, and the variety was so diverse that it became pungent.

There seemed to be a fight, so there were also traces of being cut and hit by sharp blades and heavy objects. In fact, a twisted iron pipe fell beside a trash can not far away. Although it is some distance away from us, the blood stains on it can still be judged.

My feeling is not very good. I have been to this place more than once, knowing that the enemies are monsters, and these bloodstains cannot be shed by them. Someone was wounded or even died here, maybe it was a soldier of the doomsday truth, maybe the surviving ordinary people at the party, maybe it was Marceau who has been stranded here.

Although Doomsday Truth and the Mal Jones family are at odds with each other, whether they will join forces with Marceau to deal with Irene and her monster is still a question.

The last time he left, Marceau had sealed the flying insect monster in Room 107, but at this time, the door of that room had been opened. Obviously, the people who were suddenly imprisoned in this world have lifted the seal in ignorance just like me.

I popped a quark-turned dagger from my sleeve, and the silk thread on the handle was wrapped around my middle finger. Zhenjiang's mental state is not very good, her knight armor disappeared without a trace, and it is not clear whether it is because of this temporary data hedge space that even the casting of spells is restricted.

The only thing I can rely on is this body and experience that has been battle-tested, and the sharp dagger that has turned magic into it.

Mae is nestled next to me, with a peaceful expression on his face, as if melted in some kind of beautiful reverie, indifferent to this gloomy corridor, and can't see the bloodstains and scars left by these fights. Same.

I still decided to follow the route every time I came, passing through the corridor of Room 107, and taking a look at the operating room by the way. At this time, I don't know where Marceau will be. Don't dare to shout loudly, for fear of the monsters that will cause trouble.

The door of Room 107 is still engraved with weird graffiti. It seems to be hit hard by something, and the opening and closing are not smooth. I didn’t get in. I just glanced from outside the door to the messy room that was turned over by some people. The bookshelf was pushed down. Because the width of the room was not enough, I leaned against the opposite wall, messy. The books were thrown on the ground. However, I don't know if it is an illusion, it seems that the number is much less than the last time I saw it.

At this moment, there was a fierce scream and crash from the depths of the corridor, and unusual vibrations in the air. It seemed that someone was screaming of injuries and horror. Many people experienced fierce screams. The conflict was followed by an explosion. My heart suddenly brought it together. Although I couldn't hear it clearly, there was Marceau's voice in it, but I couldn't tell the specific origin from these voices.

It seems to be far away, the sound is reflected and weakened by the corridor, and it becomes blurred. I grabbed Zhen Jiang's hand and ran towards the operating room. The source of the sound is of course not in that place, but on the way there is no sense of distance from the sound. However, when I came to the door of the operating room, those voices were faint and gradually disappeared.

The door of the operating room was lying in the aisle, distorted in a distorted manner, and the glass embedded in the door was all shattered~IndoMTL.com~ but the glass wreckage looked a little wrong. The interior of the operating room was the same as Room 107. It was devastated by fierce fighting. The operating table was completely overturned, surgical instruments were scattered on the floor, and the trap made by Marceau had been completely disintegrated.

I walked in and checked the graffiti on the back wall of the room, only to find that a large area of ​​the wall was blackened, and there was still a feeling of scorching heat in the air.

It seems that the battle here has only ended soon.

The box that sealed the devil's head fell to the ground, and it is not clear whether it was also sealed again by Marceau, but was released by the newcomer, which led to the battle.

The attack methods of these two monsters that I know will give people a feeling of burning. Moreover, they are not entirely illusions and illusions, but they do not actually cause damage to the external environment. In other words, the fire encountered here not long ago was actually created by humans.

Judging from the traces of the remaining scene, there should be more than one person in this place. It is also unclear whether Marceau is among this group of people. Since they have the same enemies, it is not impossible to temporarily become a companion.

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