Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 246: The end is the beginning two

The paper is glued layer by layer to Father Xi Sen's body, and his entire body, not even a single piece of hair is exposed, it is so thick that only the outline of a human figure remains. Collection~

Reading Network) Biquge's feet are folded together, and the outlines of the facial features can be faintly recognized. His hands are placed on his shoulders.

"It's amazing. Is this magic? I have heard since I was a child that some priests have incredible powers to hunt demons, but this is the first time I have seen them." Marceau stretched out a little nervously and touched the page. Read the words above, they are indeed words and sentences in the Bible.

"I don't think so, although I don't know if he is a real priest. However, everything that has happened so far should be science." I replied, watching the progress of devouring the mosaic below.

"Science? You, you say... all of this." Marceau was a little unacceptable now, and stretched out a big circle. "It's all science? Come on, don't deceive yourself, it's not scientific at all."

"It's a bit troublesome to explain, but I think you'll be offended from now on." I replied with a shrug. Marceau, who exists in the mind body, has been transformed into the body of a security agent body. This kind of existence is beyond common sense and is not inferior to Father Xi Sen's current appearance. If she can return to reality safely this time, I am sure to say that her life will become more "unique" in the future.

"I'm not strange now. Biquge" Marceau said, looking at me seriously, and then glanced at the mosaic that was approaching underneath, swallowing, as if he was relieved, but with a wry smile again." You shouldn't be here, Chuan."

"I said, I will find your body and take you out." I said, "Look, I did half of it."

"This body?" Marceau's eyes fell on the huge cocoon, and he sighed: "Then nick? How do we get out?

You don't have the method of Ranwen Novel. Now even you are trapped here. "

"There is always a way. Sometimes you have to believe in luck. My luck is always good." I didn't want to discuss this topic anymore, staring into her eyes seriously and said: "Compared to this, you shouldn't treat me Say something else?"

Marceau tilted his head and looked at me for a long while, smoothed his hair with his hand, and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Thank you. Really, I'm very happy that you are here by my side." Marceau's smile was a little blurred, "When I was little, I had this dream, you know, the hero and the princess... After growing up... "She seemed to feel that the words were not expressing the meaning, so she stopped, just shook her head, and said after a long while:

"Do you know? Even now, I still feel like I am dreaming. Biquge"

"I can understand." Even as I am now, when I think about what happened in the past, and reflect on how my life has become like this, I still feel an unreal trance.

Marceau's gaze fell on Mae. Mae was almost on his body, just wearing a coat, and the smooth curves were faintly exposed. Mae's expression looked dazed and became very silent. After the graying reaction appeared, she seemed to be the mental patient again. Ignoring everything that was happening around her, she squatted on the ground with her arms in her arms, staring at the dead soldier lying on the ground intently, and suddenly laughed idiotically.

Mae's appearance seemed to make Marceau a little scared, she cautiously whispered in my ear, "Is she okay?"

"It's okay, it couldn't be more normal." I replied, but it was ridiculously ridiculous. I don't know why, looking at Mae who looked like this, the mood of worry and depression became lighter.

Two months...Strictly speaking, in less than two months, the world in my eyes has changed drastically, which is really crazy sometimes. Mae is a mental patient, not only has a split personality, but also falls into a trance and delusion from time to time, but occasionally, I feel that I am living in a vain dream, whenever I have such thoughts and cause depression , On the contrary, it makes me wonder whether it is Zhenjiang or himself who is suffering from mental illness and falling into the self-world?

Mae who looks like this now, how different is the world in her eyes and the world in mine?

"She is my fiancée." I said to Marceau, "It's also a work plan. She is a mental patient."

The "mental patient" Marceau's eyes wandered back and forth between me and Mae several times, seeming to confirm whether I was joking. She should be able to tell from Zhen Jiang's performance at this time, but a complicated expression still appeared on her face for the first day, "This is really surprising."

I just smiled, and Marceau didn't speak any more. The atmosphere fell into tranquility and silence, but it didn't make people feel uneasy. Even if the mosaic below was getting closer, it seemed to engulf us at any time. I have a nameless confidence that we will be able to get rid of this desperate predicament.

Outside the cross-shaped elevator made of barbed wire is a dead, depressed and dark world. No matter which direction you look at, you can't see the end. But this deep background is shining, there should be light, otherwise we should not be able to see things around us clearly.

When the spatial mosaic was only two meters away from us, gradually, starting from the top of the head, real darkness fell again. I smelled the familiar and pungent sulfur and fireworks again. Although I could not see the surrounding scenery, I believed that as long as I stretched out my hand, I would touch the fleshy pustules and the green-yellow moss on the wall, as well as those wet. Of pus.

Marceau's body twists unnaturally~IndoMTL.com~ makes me feel that she is uneasy about the changes in the dark.

"Did you smell it?" She asked, "There seems to be something..."

"Something appeared on the wall, but I believe you won't want to know what it is." I soothed her: "Don't worry, it's not something dangerous. Haven't you been here?"

"I haven't been here. I knew for the first time that there was such a road." Marceau explained, "I went down another staircase...Really! It's so strange, I thought that place was just a Renovated basement!"

That place naturally refers to the tumor area. Marceau finally realized that he saw the real appearance of that area from the outside, one by one huge tumors suspended in the dark abyss.

After another period of time, just as we were relieved from the worry of being swallowed by the mosaic, the smell of sulfur and fireworks began to turn from thick to light, and after a while, we couldn't smell it again. A ray of light appeared above the head, and as we rose, that light continued to extend downward, turning into a window and a door. Marceau and I are ready to fight. If the morgue is still in front of us, then we may have to deal with dozens of monsters who don't know whether they are zombies or other things. (To be continued)