Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 253: Vol (I don’t have TJ, really)

253 volts (I don’t have tj, really)

Grea will eventually become a monster—I have to accept this reality, and every husky and savage howl makes me feel distressed. The doctors here don’t mind me staying to observe the changes in the fifth cycle of the virus. However, everything here, whether it is the dull air, the strong smile, and whether there is any emotional whispering on Ranwen. People can't bear it any longer.

I feel that something invisible is blocking my windpipe, making me unable to breathe. I don't want to let the emotions in my heart flow on my face, but my flat cheeks are stiff and painful. "I'm going out first." I whispered to Dr. Nord, Sergeant Engels, and Captain Jung. Before they could respond, I hurriedly opened the curtain of the tent and walked out of the warehouse door. I thought about myself. His face must be terrible, and even the other people he met along the way gave way timidly for the first time.

The air outside the warehouse is also not fresh, full of the smell of blood emanating from the other side of the defense line. A large number of corpses are crowded in the town and cannot be cleaned. As the sun rises, decay begins to increase, but more The cruel thing is that with the arrival of the next cycle of the virus, they will become even more terrifying enemies.

These corpses used to be relatives and friends of the survivors here. I can't imagine what kind of feelings the people still alive hold in their hearts when they look at the scene on that side. Although there is no lack of descriptions of disasters in human history, I feel that those complicated vocabulary and sentences are now empty and plain, and it is impossible to describe emotions that are more intense and complex than sadness and pain.

There is no way to help people who are sick.

Can't soothe the wound in the heart.

There is no safe and warm island for rest.

It is also impossible to leave this hometown that has undergone drastic changes overnight.

What can we do now? Where can I go? The survivors are at a loss for the future. The pier is just an isolated island surrounded by dangers, the last struggle of the negative corner. The mist of Shen Ai diffused in the far lake and the mountain tops, like a gray and uncertain curtain, to completely cover up and engulf everything that was born here.

I took Mae, who was in a state of irritability and pathology, avoided the survivors’ tents and came to a cold corner. Five or six meters away were piles of steel pipes. I don’t know how many years it has been. The surface looks like molting. It has a yellow rust color. The wind blew from the lake, and my mind seemed to be numb, and it seemed that there was nothing at all. It was just like silk, and then suddenly I wanted to smoke, but there was only an empty cigarette case on my body. I squeezed it into a ball, and threw it forward with a loud cry.

Mae squatted on the ground, using her fingers to draw graffiti on the ground like a child, even I couldn't understand what she was thinking in this state. She is a mental patient, and I am not. I once asked Zhenjiang who had returned to normal, but she did not remember these things she had done. Maybe her performance at this time is a certain immature personality, or the subconscious behavior of multiple personalities under the influence of each other. I once imagined that her pathological behavior might be some kind of mysterious hint, but it was just a fantasy.

I walked over, took her shoulders from behind, and looked at the graffiti. It is a spiral of circles, positive and negative, some of them come together and become complicated, and it is like a wan hua tube, viewed from different angles, it becomes another kind of image. It is precisely because it seems to have certain rules that it always allows me to speculate along the logical ideal side, but I just want to bury my head in her neck at this time.

I told myself how different I am. Contrary to the bewilderment of other survivors, I know what I can do and what I want to do. There is an obvious road in front of me. However, looking at this road at this time, there is suddenly a kind of loneliness and spiral graffiti-like complex emotions that penetrate into the skin and blood vessels with the coolness of the lake breeze. I don't know whether this is the illusion that the emotions deposited here and now resonate with each other, or a kind of melancholy from the potential instinct towards the future.

Mae suddenly stopped the graffiti, and backhanded the top of my head. I thought she was back to normal, but when she raised her head, she was still chattering, whispering, and saying things that no one understands except herself.

The sound rang. The door of the warehouse serving as the temporary hospital was pushed open from inside. Engels, Jung, Mr. Xu and others continued to walk out. They talked for a while at the door, shook hands with each other, and the others returned to the warehouse. , Only Engels and Jung were left. Jung saw me and Mae at a glance, and waved to us.

I pulled up Zhenjiang, brought Marceau's Cocoon and Father Xi Sen's mummy with them for rounds.

"Where is Locke and the magician?" I asked.

"They stay here." Jung explained in his calm tone, focusing on Marceau's cocoon and the priest's mummy. After a pause for two or three seconds, he said to me: "The air here is really It’s disgusting. Come on. Tell me what happened. You have to ask for your opinion on some things. But, anyway, I don’t think we have many choices."

Engels just looked away in silence, the expressionless face looked a little hazy and vicissitudes of life.

We enter another warehouse that serves as a base camp. All formal and informal institutions are located here. Among the members, there are only a small number of people who have a political job. Most of the staff, including maintaining order and presiding defense The action team members are temporarily recruited. Everyone who could shoot was called up. Locke explained the situation at the time. At the beginning, almost no one responded. The disaster came too suddenly and tragically. Everyone was shocked, but just mechanically screamed and ran away with others. Move, keep pushing and shoving. It was not until after a period of rest in the wharf area that no one came back to his senses. Many of them are also at a loss in their eyes, but at least they still have the will to shoot in the face of the current situation. It is a pity that firearms and materials are not sufficient, so it is impossible for everyone to have a gun. Most of the combat power on the front line is only the distribution of tools such as sticks and bangs.

"The firearms of the police station has already been opened, but when the disaster broke out, even people with guns were lost a lot. You know, the people who died were our frontline people, and when we retreated. There is no chance to pick it up. There are some gun shops in the town. Some time ago we also organized a man to go back, but none of the pathfinders came back. You also heard from Dr. Nord, the virus will be there after a while Changes, maybe we don't have the opportunity of Ranwen.com, and with the previous examples, no one dares to go back now." Inspector Engels pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

I know how bad the situation is now, and there are many words of comfort, but Engels is not a person who needs empty comfort, I know what he is expecting. However, I will not make any promises before discussing with Jung.

Faced with my silence, Engels tugged at his neckline in anger and frustration, said "Come to me again if you have decided," and left from the other direction.

We watched Engels turn into a row of containers with a sullen face, and then came to another area also separated by containers. This is obviously an office area specially set up for our "intelligence commissioner". Of course, there is no air conditioner. There is only a long table with painted paint, a few chairs, light bulbs dangling from wires, and a dim yellow light. The people staying here can't even afford a chair for each person. The shepherd dog and Pan sit directly on the one-meter-high container. Only Bach is lying on the table, staring at a laptop.

When we walked in, the atmosphere froze for an instant. When I look at everyone, even those with their backs to me begin to realize the changes in the air. They turn around and I can clearly see the changes in their expressions-shepherd dog, Bach, Pan, Dorothy, Alice-these familiar faces filled my heart with some kind of warm emotions for a moment.

I have a thousand words to say. I used to think about what to say, but those words were so crowded in my throat that none of them came out, so that I just said "Hi!" , A little embarrassed raised the spectacle frame.

"Welcome back!" Alice rushed to hug me enthusiastically. Her momentum was so strong that I almost staggered backwards. When she patted me **** the back, other people surrounded me with joy. Only Jung calmly walked to the table and observed the images and data on the laptop.

"This beautiful Taobao women's clothing Tmall Taobao store Taobao women's winter jacket m is..." Bach hesitated when he looked at Zhenjiang.

"bt?" Pan took the words, also with some suspicious expressions. Shepherd Dog, Bach, and Pan did not enter the temporary data hedging space by Ranwen Novel. So the changes to Zhenjiang were only heard from Jung and others.

"Looks like two people. Is it really BitTorrent?" The shepherd shrugged and wanted to pat Mae on the shoulder, but Mae suddenly shrank behind me, as if she was afraid of a child, let her shepherd The dog's face was a little awkward. He coughed and looked at Bach.

"I heard Jung said, but I saw it with my own eyes..." Pan's eyes crossed my shoulder, his face said "unbelievable", "Does she not recognize us? What happened? Crow."

"Slightly sick." I don't know how to explain it. "Her situation is a bit complicated, and there are some problems here." I said, pointing to my head, "Anyway, she will recover by herself. Leave her alone."

Pan shook his head: "This is not like what the fiance should say."

Bach and the shepherd laughed humorously.

"Okay, how about talking about other people?" I quickly turned away from the subject and said, looking at Dorothy.

Except for the first moment, Dorothy's face has always been too serious, and this expression makes me a little nervous. My gaze crossed her side and found the figure that I cared very much about. The girl with the mask lay motionless on a simple wooden board.

"Aya..." My mouth moved, and I subconsciously understood that something bad had happened, "What happened to Sakuya?"

The air quieted down for a moment, and the faces of the others were a little gloomy.

"Allergic symptoms." Dorothy's voice was particularly cold.

"It's because of wearing a mask." At this time, Jung finally returned his gaze from the laptop, and took Dorothy's words: "We have all overlooked a fact. In the temporary data hedging space , Those wizards have incredible powers, but we have never seen them in reality. Of course, this does not prove that such wizards must not survive in reality. However, after Sakiya’s return, the body There is indeed a rejection of the real environment."

I want to say something, such as "Are you kidding me", but they are definitely not joking, so I can't say anything. The joy of meeting at first disappeared, and another ups and downs of emotions held my heart tightly. What a joke!

Wearing a mask to gain the power of a wizard-this is Sakiya's decision, but when she made this decision, did she think about the current situation? If I can realize the risk that "the wizard may not be able to survive in the real environment", will Sakiya's decision change?

There are so many possibilities that make my heart numb, but I also know that this kind of thinking cannot change reality.

"How long has she been fainted?" I asked.

"One hour. At first, it was just that the body was a little tired, and then allergic symptoms occurred, and then 66 continued to produce intermittent coma." Jung paused, and said, "Let the doctor check it. The mask is coming now. It is said that it is impossible to remove it, and the cause of the allergy cannot be known in a short time. However, some changes in her body are similar to those in the body of a virus patient. Doctors suspect that these changes are caused. The pathogen is a variant of the same parent body, maybe 60%."

"It's not impossible. The virus was released by the Mar Jones family, and the wizards were also made by the Mar Jones family. Maybe the virus is just a by-product of a failure in the Heavenly Gate Project." Bach said, "If you The wizards I met are also part of the Tianmen Project itself..."

I slowly sat down on a chair and closed my face with my hands, trying to get rid of the current weakness and depression, and let my thinking become calm and clear.

"Will it be life-threatening?"

"Maybe the xìng is very big." Bach said quickly: "However, even if we can bring her back to the temporary data hedging space, the situation may be even worse. We don't have any advantage in Ranwen Novel."

"Although it was a little unexpected, in general, Ranwen Novel Network did not have much influence on the next plan." Jung suddenly chased and said: "I decided to send Sakiya into the temporary quay area. Data hedge space."

"What?" Bach and Pan exclaimed in unison, and the shepherd dog was also shocked.

"This is us..." Jung looked around at everyone, then his gaze fell on no one's place, "including this team and all the survivors in the town, everyone's only way out." Jung said, toward I looked over: "Crow, what do you think?"

"It's just what I want." I replied categorically.

"We need chips." Jung's gaze fell on the priest's mummy.

"Of course, we must have a good talk with Black Nest. After all, we are not enemies with direct conflict." I said.

I will briefly describe the encounter between myself and Zhen Jiang after the separation from Jung, and the battle and speculation of the temporary data hedging space in the tumor area and the mountain top area. Whether it is Father Xi Sen or the cocoon that Marceau has formed, it would be great if we can bring back the net ball, but the current situation does not allow us to do that. Father Xi Sen is a member of the Black Nest. Although we have had disputes, we are not a direct enemy. This is the Black Nest...or in other words, with the group of people who currently occupy the temporary data hedge space in the wharf area and belong to the Black Nest. The attitude is related.

Moreover, some of these people are even close to "friends."

The Black Nest's actions in this town are not frequent. They seem to have made an agreement with the Mar Jones family and the Doomsday Shinrikyo Church. They are prepared for it and do not covet other temporary data hedging space. It is not so much that these people act in the name of the black nest, but in my intuition, they are more like independent actors. This feeling may be due to the fact that the actual binding force between the members of the Black Nest is not as strong as the Cyberball and the Doomsday Truth. It is said that the Black Nest itself is more of a lone traveler and an agency besides the "Administration Authority". Various relatively independent teams.

If this is the case, then the "black nest" that occupies the temporary data hedge space in the dock area should be extremely short of manpower. One of them has been killed by Dorothy, and Father Xi Sen, who has relatively experience and knowledge, should also occupy a very important, even indispensable position. In this way, we are not short of easy chips~IndoMTL.com~ give them Marceau and Sakiya, and if possible, let the survivors enter the temporary data hedging space. I know Xi Sen, if it is his team, he can get a certain amount of trust. "Jung said calmly, "I believe that there must be channels for communicating temporary data to hedge space and real space. By borrowing their equipment and channels, we can leave the town directly. "

"Leave with the other survivors?" Pan netbsp; "I don't think they will let others leave." The shepherd said calmly, "However, asking for life with them is not necessarily a bad thing. Don't forget. We have nothing to do with the virus. Once we leave the town, let alone those of us, other people will immediately develop disease. If it is in the temporary data hedging space, the people in the black nest may have a way. They are more prepared than we are. They also have prophets, maybe the current situation is in their expectations."

"I have the same consideration, maybe I will hear from them soon." I said.

As soon as the voice fell, Engels suddenly walked out of the container.

"A guest has indicated that he wants to see you." His expression was a little surprised, "They said that there is a solution to our current predicament."