Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 254: Polygon

254 polygon (everyone, I changed it again)

It's really there when it comes to it.

Although the visitor did not reveal his identity to Engels.

"I came by boat, from the other side of the lake." Engels' explanation did not exceed everyone's expectations. His expression was very complicated, joy, doubt, worry, etc., all tangled together. . Regarding the temporary data hedging space in the dock area by the lake, Engels can be regarded as an insider. He can guess about the intentions of those people, but he is not sure whether the other party has good intentions or bad intentions.

However, now I can only work with them. I think Engels can see this clearly.

"How many people are here?" Jung said quietly.

"Three..." Engels hesitated for a moment, and specifically mentioned: "One of them is a girl..." He glanced at Dorothy, who seemed to be silent at all, and Sakuya who was lying on the bed. , The meaning is self-evident. Speaking of which, in a normal society under normal circumstances, the person in charge and the main combat force are little girls, no, as long as they are minors, it will make people feel uncomfortable.

Regardless of the opponent's actual ability, the first impression is contempt. However, in today's extraordinary situation, if you still hold the same attitude, the worst result is not as simple as embarrassment. After so many things, Engels was more cautious than before.

When he said this, I remembered that on the day Dorothy was resurrected, he had gone on the pier with the guys from the Black Nest and killed one of them. Among them, there is indeed a girl wearing a wide-brimmed hat. She didn't see her appearance clearly, and her impression was a little vague. Is it her?

"Dooroth and I will stay." I said.

Everyone else looked over with puzzled eyes.

"There were some small conflicts with them..." I explained vaguely, Dorothy hummed dissatisfiedly from the side, but there was no retort by Ranwen.com.

However, from everyone's eyes, it seems to have understood what the so-called "skid" is.

"Where are they?" Jung looked at Engels.

"The third warehouse." Engels replied.

"Let's go, don't let the guests wait too long." Jung said, and looked back at me again, "Sakiya, Xisen, and Marceau... are they really okay?"

I understand what he meant. However, on their own terms, allowing them to live in a relatively friendly temporary data hedging space, this is the best way I can think of now.

"Well, that's it."

Watching Jung and Engels walk out, my gaze fell on Sakuya again.

I looked at her carefully.

Sakuya turned her back to me, hidden in the haze of the dim light, her body twitched slightly, her entire head and face covered in a mask, her expression could not be clearly seen, as if something unknown was waving from there— —I don’t know why, in addition to pain, my mood is also a bit scared... If I turn the body with my back facing me over, I might see something inhuman—this kind of emotion makes me have no burning novels. Net stretched out his hand for the first time.

Similarly, this emotion made me hate myself.

The "prophecy" that Bajing once said suddenly came to my mind.

——Be careful, Saya, she will become a traitor.

"Why..." I said to myself.

It's too quiet, except for Dorothy, Sakuya, and Mae, everyone else left. Mae was muttering in the corner, and Dorothy's eyes kept falling on me like needles.

It's a breathtaking atmosphere.

"It failed, this action." When Dorothy's voice sounded, it seemed to have broken some invisible barrier.

"It's too late. I can't stop the Tianmen Project, and there is no such thing as Ranwen Novel.com. The people in the town are also dead seven or eight, and those who survive can't go out." She seemed to be. Complaining and enumerating, "What the **** are the ss doing! Such an important thing! As a result, the cheap price was taken by the guys in the black nest! Damn, damn, those bugs who are taking advantage of the danger! Bad stuff! Bitch! Everyone should beep a hundred thousand times!"

She has a good face, she looks like a doll when she's quiet, but she's full of swearing when she's soaring. I suddenly missed her timid appearance when I first saw her. Dorothy's xìng pattern seems to have changed a lot unknowingly, which is really worrying.

Of the three women here, none of them are at ease. For a while, this kind of awareness flashed through my mind. I shook my head hurriedly. It's my responsibility to take care of them, so sure, the ignorance and fear in my heart dissipated unknowingly.

Sakiya suddenly twitched heavily, curled up like a shrimp bow, and the painful posture shocked me, and quickly pulled her body back.

"Aye, wake up! Aye!" I called out loudly. Although my heart was anxious, there was no way. The doctor had already made a judgment before that there was no such allergy as medical treatment. Symptoms can't even be achieved by injections to reduce pain. Unless we return to the temporary data hedging space, it seems that we can only watch her body continue to deteriorate.

It’s different from what Jung said. In fact, before Sakiya put on the wizard mask, she and I had speculated on similar post-suffers, but I didn’t think it would be so violent or something else. Woolen cloth? In short, Sakiya put on the mask with considerable consciousness. Since I was not stopped by Ranwen Novel.com at the time, I have to experience the pain of empathy now.

Isn't this taken for granted?

Isn't it already enlightened?

Even so, I still had thoughts such as "If I stopped her then"...and so on in that instant.

Obviously, there is no meaning at all.

Sakuya's face was tightened with the mask covering the entire head, and the wrinkles spread like blue veins. The elastic material of the mask tightly squeezed out the facial features, as if to crush bones, Rorschach ink. The picture keeps changing, making that face even more weird.

She opened her mouth without making a sound, suffocating like a fish jumping out of the water, and her body arched upward. I hugged and held her shoulders hard, hitting my arm with great force, almost pushing me out.

I feel like I can't stand this situation anymore. The air here seems to have turned into a block of lead, making my lungs aching.

When I pressed Sakuya **** the bed again, her resistance was just as it had started, and suddenly ended.

The breathing is very weak, but she is still breathing.

The strength of my whole body seemed to vent with her calmness. I sat beside her without strength, my mind was blank as if lacking oxygen.

"You look tired." Dorothy's voice came from the other side.

I didn't say a word, and after a while, I didn't know whether to ask myself or her, and said: "In terms of results, does everything we have done make sense?"

I can’t deny that I want to be a hero. This idea of ​​guiding actions is rather a wish, perhaps just a child's renunciation and longing, there is no lack of selfish thoughts of wanting to be different, wanting to show off oneself, and so on. However, I always think that as long as it is a good deed, then no matter what the purpose is, it is not a shameful thing.

Although it is also mixed with selfish thoughts, on the other hand, I do want to help some people. Their happiness makes themselves feel happy. The original intention of self-confidence to guide action is based on goodwill, and the judgment of self-confidence to guide action has been the best under the conditions at the time.

I once said to myself that since it is impossible to save all people, at least some people can be saved.

I once said to myself that I want to save Marceau and Sakiya, and think and act in this way-carefully and cautiously, to guess, infer, fight, persuade, understand, accept...

But whenever I feel "must be okay", there is always a small rock that trips everything in a different direction.

As a result, even if they told me, I am their hero, but the truth is, I haven't changed much.

Who could not be saved? Wrong...

Failed to make things better? Not right...

It can’t be said to be a complete failure, and it’s not that it’s not unacceptable to fail. It’s just that the result is unsatisfactory, and it seems that “it’s better if you work harder”. However, after reanalysing the situation at the time, there was nowhere to "work harder" at all.

I couldn't do better under the circumstances at the time, but I tried so hard, but I could only get an unsatisfactory result.

What kind of hero is such a guy who can't do the "impossible"?

Such a guy, is it self-righteous and not enough?

I hate such a guy. I always want to yell at such a guy "Just give me enough! Don't be ashamed!", but I seem to be slowly becoming that kind of person.

It's like when I was a child, I kept saying "I won't be such an adult", but before I knew it, I had become such an adult.

Since I think I have done my best, but can't get a good result... Is it time to stop?

I do feel tired.

Even if someone says "You are a hero" to me, I can't get excited at all.

If you don't demand yourself as a "hero", abandon the fact that you have mortal abilities, and the past and glory of elite students, and just treat yourself as an ordinary high school student, perhaps you won't be so lost and painful Right...

Huh!

"What a cowardly behavior." I said to myself, opening my eyes.

Doroth's question still echoed in her ears—you looked tired.

"There is no Ranwen Novel Network." I replied categorically.

Doris' eyes became serious, and she stared at me for a long while. Then he looked away, jumped out of the container, and walked out.

"Then I don't worry, there is still a belligerent down there," she said.

"Where are you going?" I called to her.

"Go out and blow the northwest wind." She said, her back turned out of my sight.

I am used to touching my pockets, empty and empty, and in a blink of an eye I saw Zhen Jiang sitting in the corner with his knees hugging, and I casually asked her if she had any cigarettes.

As I expected, she looked like she hadn't heard it. Although she looked up at me, her eyes didn't have a focal length, and she looked like glass. After a while, she lowered her head again, giggling horribly, nonchalantly.

I got up and walked over to her. As soon as I fumbled on her, I heard footsteps stop not far away. I looked around, it turned out to be Pan, and her wheaten face was a little stunned.

"Why are you back?" I asked a little unexpectedly. It shouldn't be long before they went out.

"It seems to bother you?" Pan did not answer my question by Ranwen Novel. On the contrary, he said with a bit of joking.

I didn't understand what she meant for a while, so I followed her gaze and looked at myself, and then at the hand placed in Mae's breast pocket.

Although the relationship between me and Zhenjiang is well known by everyone, and I never deliberately conceal the intimacy we get along with each other, at this time, it suddenly became a little embarrassing.

"Are there any cigarettes?" I asked as I turned back. I don't want to explain at all, because isn't that more embarrassing? Obviously it's not a big deal.

Pan stopped the non-malicious arc at the corner of his mouth, walked quickly to the table, stretched his hand underneath for a while, and threw a pack of cigarettes over.

"They called you over." She said.

I glanced at the cigarette package. It was a foreign brand I didn't recognize, and only half of it was left. I ignited one while I was talking about irrelevant topics.

"This is yours?" I asked.

"Shepherd dog." She replied, and then said: "That girl seems to be familiar with you."

"She wore a hat?"

"There is no Ranwen Novel Network... Is it your acquaintance?" she said.

"The last time I met, I showed them some color." I took a hard puff of cigarette, and when I squeezed the smoke out of my lungs, it seemed that something else was depressing. After a pause, I pulled Mae up, then lifted Sakiya on my back, holding Xi Sen's mummy in one hand, and dragging Marceau's Cocoon towards Pan with the other.

Although I have some concerns about meeting the Black Nest gang, they don't seem to think so. But it’s okay. Although we ask each other, since they came here on their own initiative, they naturally have their own ideas. Therefore, they cannot refuse their "reasonable" requests. That being the case, it’s not bad to talk openly and openly, whether to be ridiculed or beaten up, if that’s the case, just let them go. Besides, Father Xi Sen is still in my hands. If they really sincerely change the terms, they will not do too much.

Pan quickly took a few steps and led the way before me.

"Is your expression a bit too decadent?" She showed a "cheerful" expression, and said to me: "You are not yet eighteen years old, are you still a minor, you seem to be a student Elites? I can’t see it at all now."

"You control too much." I casually dealt with it: "If you don't want to be as old as I am, don't talk too much."

"Ha, you kid, you still pretend to be old-fashioned." Pan smiled sarcastically.

What can I refute? This mission is really enough.

The meeting will be held in the third warehouse. The so-called third warehouse has a "3" written in paint on the warehouse door, which is very eye-catching. Although the participants in the meeting are all acquaintances who have met at least once, they represent three parties-the survivors in the town, the black nest and the cyberball. So far, disguised as the National Intelligence Agency, the interests of the survivors in the town and us, who are actually members of Cyberball, are not too different from each other. Therefore, there is actually no third party involved in the struggle.

The request of the representatives of the surviving townspeople is nothing more than to provide them with a place to cultivate and regenerate. Cyberball itself does not seem to have a requirement, of course it depends on Jung, he has allowed me to use public for personal gain. My request is nothing more than to ensure the safety of Sakiya and Marceau and allow them to live relatively freely in the data hedging space.

It's not a requirement that is difficult for a strong man, it should be.

The fact is that there was almost no dispute at the meeting. The three representatives of the Black Nest readily agreed to our request. They seem to have known this result a long time ago. Just as we guessed, for the surviving townspeople, Sakuya who became a wizard, and the alienated Marceau, they held a hungry and enthusiastic attitude as if absorbing nutrients. Have to wonder whether all the changes so far are in their hands.

However, even if this is the case, it is not surprising, after all, there are prophets among the people in the Black Nest.

The Prophet Mayne used to be vague about "whether the prophet can predict the future", but as far as I am concerned, regardless of whether Ms. Mayne or the Eight Views, or the one in front of me, I didn’t participate from beginning to end. During the conversation, the girl who has been staring at me with a smile is all with a mysterious look on her chest.

I have no reason to believe that this girl is the prophet of the members of the Black Nest who occupied the data hedge space in the dock area.

Although Ranwen Novel Network felt malicious in her, it didn't seem like she was going to investigate the matter of killing one of their members in the past. But to be honest, it's a bit unpleasant.

As one of the three representatives of the Black Nest, although this girl did not wear a hat, she was the one who had met at the dock that day.

"It's not a one-sided edge." She lay on the table, resting her chin with her hands, and suddenly said.

Her voice gave me a sense of sight.

The girl, like me, has always been an audience member at the meeting. The reason why I was called to listen to the person next to me seemed to be her sudden request. The other two Black Nest representatives attending the meeting were both adult males. They were not interested in me at all. They couldn't see the slightest idea of ​​seeking justice for their dead companions in their eyes, but occasionally they would talk to the girl in a low voice~ IndoMTL.com~ looks very respectful.

I believe this is not the only thing I have noticed. However, the girl seemed to focus all her attention on me.

She suddenly said to me "it's not a one-sided fate", which made me subconsciously have the idea of ​​"she can read mind". Because it was so abrupt, I almost didn't react.

"Yes," she said again.

"Wh, what?" I was a little confused for a while.

"It's not a one-sided fate, I can read minds." The girl said with a grin, her eyes completed two crescents.

Even though she said that, I think she was bluffing.

"Really? Haha." I laughed dryly, and asked suspiciously: "Apart from the dock, where have we seen it?"

"In the classroom." she said.

Huh? I didn't react for a while.