Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 250: Infected person

Infected person

The woman finally got up from the ground, her mouth making a hoarse voice, like a handful of sawdust in her throat. She crawled on the counter, and then there was the sound of the drawer opening, her left hand turned inside a few times, and when she pulled it out, she was holding a pistol. I held my shotgun against the back of her head calmly. She was not as frightened as I thought, she just turned her body slowly.

Now I finally got a good look at her. The appearance is slightly different than when I see it from behind, but it is by no means astonishingly ugly and terrifying as in the thriller scenes. It's just that the eyebrows are full of angularity and hostility, which is completely different from the slenderness and weakness of the body. Probably only the skin was scratched on his forehead, and there was no serious injury from Ranwen.com. The blood on the left half of his face stained his eyelashes, making him look hideous.

The woman's gaze fell on the muzzle in front of her, and she slowly lifted it up again, without any fear or expression.

"Who are you? What happened here?" I said word by word.

The woman made a low voice, like a beast hissing, but full of rhyme-like voices, which made people feel that she was not irrational, but was speaking a remote tribal dialect. Of course, her dress and her gun-holding gestures indicate that she is not a barbarian who ran out of an uncivilized tribe in the virgin forest. In addition, it is not like an internal member of the wizarding organization of the Mar Jones family.

Although this idea is a bit ridiculous, I can't help but wonder if she killed everyone in this cold drink shop.

I don't know what the woman said to me. Judging from her aggressive eyes, it seems that she didn't understand what I was saying.

This woman feels terrible to me, not because her attitude is very unfriendly, but because she seems to be able to communicate on the outside, but in essence it gives people a serious sense of isolation, as if not only language, Even the emotions of likes and dislikes are rebellious. If I want to say what I am saying, it is that the world in our eyes does not have any commonality in the world, which leads to an emotion similar to "the first sight produces unreasonable disgust."

The state of this woman at this time, and this kind of spontaneous emotions are obviously abnormal. I don't want to be dominated by this emotion, so I can still suppress this emotion and don't immediately pull the trigger. But I think it's unlikely that other ordinary people will have this kind of reason. I know that this woman is 90% likely to be a patient caused by a mysterious virus. Perhaps it is the disgust caused by this inability to communicate that makes people become violent-a contagious aggressive mood that makes everyone, no matter what Whether it is normal people or sick patients, they are all trying to get each other to death.

I even think that she actually feels that she is normal, and that I am a thug, like a mental patient falling into a fantasy of self.

This intuition may not be completely absurd. The mysterious virus causes the infected person to coma, not because of physical weakness, but by causing brain and nerve diseases, leading to a certain change in mental state. However, this kind of association does not have sufficient basis for Ranwen.com. The town’s hospital does not lack capable doctors. They observed and studied patients for one night. If they did not have Ranwen.com’s sudden viral explosion All of them died, perhaps the answer to the mystery can be revealed.

I'm a little curious about this woman, wanting to figure out what happened to her, but now it's better to get together with Jung and the others.

Just when I was distressed about whether to kill this female patient who was obviously hostile to me. She suddenly threw the pistol away and grabbed the shotgun the next moment. The power from the gun body was much greater than that of an ordinary strong man. If it weren't for my strength, she would definitely be ripped off the shotgun. I didn't have Ranwen Novel.com and immediately fought back, trying to see what else she could do. Then, in my surprised eyes, the barrel of the gun was bent by her like a plasticine.

Change is just a blink of an eye, and it must be too late for ordinary people to react. I loosened the grip of the shotgun, and the woman shook backwards under inertia, and she fell down while being blocked by the counter, but she threw the shotgun on the wall, smashed a pair of picture frames, and fell together. On the ground. Her actions are very arrogant, but she doesn't have too many skills. This makes me feel that she is indeed just a waitress in a cold drink shop. She has gained strength by accident, but she has not received any training.

The way of fighting is a bit rough, but the act of throwing away the pistol in an attempt to draw my attention is worthy of fun. Her counterattack was indeed thought through, and her reaction and strength were indeed far from ordinary people, so when dealing with ordinary people, the chance of success is very high. This made me more convinced that this woman was the murderer who killed everyone else in the shop. I don't think that every violent person will have such a strong physique, instinct and calm and sharp mind, otherwise the police will be greatly troubled, and the situation facing survivors will be a hundred times worse.

"You don't understand what I'm talking about, do you?" I said, turning my head to let her straight fist, and hitting her forehead directly with her forehead, her body lost balance again, and she was lying down. Pour on the counter. When she tried to struggle, I reached out and stuck her neck, letting her beat my body and arms with both hands in vain.

I pulled the woman's head back, opened her eyelids, and stared at her fiercely. Her gaze immediately became distracted, and she wandered to the sides, showing an expression of deep disgust and nausea, and even her facial features were obviously wrinkled, as if she had seen something disgusting.

I found that her eyelids are not normal pink. In their paleness, there are worm-like black lines, and the whites of her eyes are stained with a light yellow. I think this is not a natural color.

She also gave me a fierce squirming leg during the period, but I clamped it hard with my thigh. One of her hands was broken, and the other was imprisoned by me, twisting in front of me like a helpless white worm. I observed her for a long while, and her resistance became weak.

"I don't have any bad intentions from Ranwen.com. I think we can still communicate, although it's a bit troublesome." I didn't have Ranwen.com to do further harm. Because I want to verify my ideas, I create a strong control and goodwill. This approach seemed quite effective. Her eyes began to contact me. Although she was still full of disgust, she began to be confused.

I know she can't hurt me, even if she is allowed to hold a machine gun. I didn't hesitate to let go of her, she reflexively wanted to hide away, but was tripped by her side foot, and she climbed the counter in time to avoid falling. Of course, she didn't have a good face to show me, but when I picked up the pistol from the ground in front of her and forced it into her hand, her expression became more suspicious.

The woman recovered, she retracted her gun hand like she had been bitten by a snake, and then stretched out panic and pointed at my head. At this time, a bell rang to announce the guests to enter the door, and Zhenjiang was dragging the giant cocoon and Father Xi Sen to walk in nakedly.

The woman's pistol turned to Mae immediately. At this moment, I lifted a chair from the side, and she turned the muzzle back like a frightened bird. Of course I didn’t have any fear, and Mae was even more expressionless. He threw the giant cocoon and Father Xi Sen’s body on the ground like trash, walked into the counter and looked for a drink, as if the shop was opened by himself. .

The woman is obviously overwhelmed by this kind of anti-personality performance, but she seems to have also begun to understand that we are not malicious, so although she still maintains considerable vigilance, her attitude has become a little softer. stand up. The expression on her face changed like a revolving lantern, and then she frowned again with a painful look. Obviously, after losing the initial mentality of survival and resistance, the pain of the wound on his body became obvious again.

Broken arm is not so good. She pointed at me and Mae's muzzle weakly and drooped a bit. When my hand was put in her pocket, she became visibly nervous again, until I slowly took it out. The ID card.

"If you can understand..." I kept staring into her eyes when I was speaking, and I was convinced once again that she really didn't understand what I was saying, just like I couldn't understand her. .

I threw the ID over, and she immediately moved away from her side, as if it were a poisonous snake. The certificate landed on the counter with a slap, and when she looked at it, I lifted my chin toward the certificate and motioned her to take a look. I only hope that her illness will not be so serious that she can't even recognize normal words, otherwise she can only think of a better way.

The situation is better than I thought. The woman carefully, as if the document was full of urine and urine, pinched a corner with her finger and pulled it over, her eyes flickering, sometimes she looked at me, and sometimes confirmed her document. The atmosphere stood in a stalemate for a while, and began to ease as her mood changed.

The woman made that unique, rough and primitive voice, I spread my hands, deliberately showing a dazed and helpless expression. She hesitated for a moment, tried to put down the gun, and saw that I hadn't taken any further action from Ranwen Novel.com, so she leaned over the counter, opened the drawer again, and took out the paper and pen.

The woman glanced at me again, frowned, wrote a sentence on the paper, and threw both the pen and the paper.

I took a look, and it said:

——Are you a human?

I think I should be surprised, but in fact, I am not very surprised. Recalling the look in her eyes when she first looked at me, she has confirmed this sign-the world in our eyes is different.

——Yes, I am human. You are also human in my eyes, what is me in your eyes?

The woman took the pen and paper back, her eyes fell on the line of words, her body froze suddenly, she covered her mouth with her hand, and then trembled again, and slowly put the pen and paper back on the counter, covering her face with her hands. His shoulders twitched, making a whimper. She suppressed her voice and wept for a long time, then wiped her face indiscriminately, lifted her head, and looked at me again and again, her eyes full of complex expressions that I could not understand-fear, nausea, sorrow, so many colors Confused into a muddy, just so dumbfounded.

For a long time, she picked up the pen and paper, wrote on it, crossed out, and wrote again, repeating several times before putting away the pen. Even at this time, she still had a strong resistance to approaching me. It is not purely a kind of alert to strangers, but the emotion of seeing some disgusting food or even not wanting to approach.

I was stared at with such eyes, and I only felt that the air was full of depression, and my partiality was full of curiosity, wanting to understand what she saw.

——Monster. There was only this word in her reply. Those half-written and crossed-out letters seemed to be used to describe the appearance of "monsters", but at this time, I felt how horrible and terrible the "I" in her eyes was. Describe the feeling.

We just used pen and paper to communicate and learned that her name is Grea, and she is the owner and server of this cold drink shop. Just like my intuition at the beginning, in my eyes, her behavior and mental state are weird. She is not lacking in reason. Although she sometimes feels a violent mood, she is not completely unable to restrain it.

She described to me the situation at the time of the violence. After we went to the apartment on the top of the mountain, people returned to their houses and shops one after another. As soon as night fell, many shops had reopened for business, and this cold drink shop was one of them. one. I don't know when it will start. The guests brought rumors that people who were in a coma can leave safely, and they agreed to leave the town together at nine o'clock in the evening. Although not everyone responded to this call, in spite of this, many people still set foot on the road to the outside of the town during the agreed time period, arguing with the police and the night watchman.

I don’t know the specific situation. Goreia didn’t join the people on Ranwen.com, but after ten minutes of the dispute, even the bigger riots were heard here. Gunshots, wailing, screams before death, and beast-like call signs made the people who stayed in the shop terrified, and they checked out and left, and scattered pedestrians on the street ran towards the concentration.

But just when she was about to close, the streets suddenly became chaotic. When people yelled, it seemed that the police station and the hospital were being attacked. The flow of people heading to the concentration area collided with the flow of people fleeing from that direction, and the chaos seemed to have arrived in the blink of an eye. People were being killed constantly, and it was impossible to tell who made the move. In Greya's eyes, almost all of them were thugs.

Greia closed the store door tightly, trying to find a hidden place to hide, at this moment there was a violent explosion, when she was about to turn her head to see what was happening, something smashed the window grass. Gorea fell into a coma just feeling a shock on her forehead.

For a long time, she didn't know what happened. She only felt that there were people shaking in front of her eyes, but more of them were weird pieces of meat. The figure wrestled with the pieces of meat. When those pieces of meat were hit, they were like loosely poured pork, torn apart and splashed everywhere. On the floor, on the walls, tables and chairs, glass, everything that can be seen, a layer of stinky flesh and blood quickly grew.

When she regained consciousness, the whole world had become terrifying like hell. The smell of the air, the shape of everything, and the sound heard are completely different from the normal world.

She had to fight those monsters. During the period, she unexpectedly felt that her body had become stronger and stronger than before. It seemed disgusting and terrifying. It was made up of countless pieces of flesh, and it looked like a monster with vicious cells multiplying and becoming bloated. Not as strong as expected. She wanted to take the gun hidden in the drawer, but until all the monsters were killed, and she also broke an arm, she couldn't do it because she fell into a coma again.

After waking up, Gorea felt painful as if she was cutting her muscles with a knife, but her sense of danger urged her to act and went to the counter to pull out the pistol. However, this pistol, like other objects, is full of reproductive flesh cells, flowing with thick juice and stinking. The moment she touched it, she almost wanted to throw it away.

Next, is the scene where I put a shotgun against the back of her head.

In her eyes, I was a foul-smelling, **** body, malignant multiplication of cells throughout my body, so bloated that I could barely see a human-shaped monster. When I spoke, it was not a human voice, which made her feel irritable and seemed full of aggression, as if every cell was urging her to get rid of my disgusting alien.

When I pressed on her, she almost vomited the acid water from an empty stomach.

Until I forced her to communicate, driven by fear, she finally understood what I meant.

Even now, she still feels extremely uncomfortable with the image of "me" in her eyes.

However, she should have noticed from the initial communication, she is the patient who has undergone some kind of abnormality.

Because in my eyes, she and the objects in this world are still normal shapes.

——Am I...infected? Gorea's hand with paper and pen ~IndoMTL.com~ trembled uncontrollably.

——Yes, I’m sorry, you are infected. Although I reciprocated all the things she encountered, I can only write like this.

During the period when the illness was on a large scale, fighting and tyranny affected everyone's mind, making it impossible for people to communicate at all, and they couldn't detect the means of communication in the first place. This virus completely changed people's five senses and interfered with their emotions. If the life attacking oneself in the eyes is of the same kind, there may be room for tactfulness. However, in the eyes of these patients, the sounds, images, and tastes are no longer normal. Compared with normal people who can recognize the normal shape of things, they are like Falling into hell, he was forced to defend himself against every "monster".

Even, the voices of these patients themselves cannot be understood by normal people. In the eyes of normal people, they are a group of madness. No, they should be described as insanity. They are simply a group that will only kill everyone in their eyes. Lunatic.

In order to protect oneself, to survive, and to protect the one you love, this is the essence of this frenzy without a winner.

Isn’t that ironic? It was so sad, I couldn't help covering my face, my eyes were full of sourness.