Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 256: Like heaven

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I told Dr. Nord that I wanted to see Grea again before I left. Please remember our website (:) Dr. Nord is like counting banknotes, turning over the report flexibly with his fingers, and turning his eyes around after a while. His face was a little pale, but his face was very calm, his eyes were intertwined with exhaustion and excitement, and other unspeakable emotions.

"I don't recommend you to do this." He said, "You don't want to see her now. Besides, what happens when you meet? Will you help her? Forget it, now it's God in her In front of me, there is just an ugly piece of meat. We will not take her away, she has entered the fifth cycle."

Saya virus enters the fifth cycle, it will completely lose the means of communicating with normal humans, and the signals generated by all sense organs will build a maddening world in the brain. I can understand this kind of explanatory explanation, but I can't imagine what the patient's world is like in any case. My memory is still at the time when Grea used to communicate with herself by writing. Maybe that was the relatively best memory, Dr. Nord thinks so.

However, I still want to see Greya, even if she can no longer feel the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, proud of the world, the strongest abandoned young man, the king of Zhou, will kill at night The throne of gods and gods seal the throne of gods and gods, and the throne of gods, the strongest abandoned in the world Jiuzhongtian is the strongest to abandon the Young Dazhou royal family to the normal world where I live, even if her miserable appearance will burn my heart. But before the final parting arrives, I hope to imprint this painful woman in the depths of my memory, because she is still the person I have encountered but cannot save. If this pain can spur me forward, if I bear this wound Pain can comfort me, so be it.

When I realized this idea, I deeply understood how small and despicable I was. Perhaps, just like this, only then will you look forward to those greatness and nobility, and then you will want to be a hero.

However, I cannot be a hero. Yes, because of my small and despicable me, I can’t understand what a "hero" is-omnipotent? More limit? Save others? Conquer yourself? No, I think it is more than that, and in all the books I have read and the knowledge collected, the "hero qualities" summarized from experience and experience are too narrow.

A hero is a dream.

Hero, out of reach.

Heroes are like mirages floating in the clouds.

Perhaps, this is the distance between vision and understanding, too far.

Nevertheless, any hero must have something that mortals cannot carry.

If you shoulder extraordinary suffering and pain, will you be able to get closer to the hero?

Probably, all the choices I have made so far, every promise I made, any action I performed, the people I killed, and the people I saved, are all based on this idea. Right.

It's really small and mean.

"I want to see her." I said this firmly to Dr. Nord.

Doctor Nord lowered his head, took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his clothes. Locke said from the side: "I'm going out first." He picked up a thick file bag and walked out. When approaching the door, he turned his head and said to me, "Good luck to you."

Then Dr. Nord also took up several stacks of portfolios and walked towards the door. I hurriedly followed. Although he did not officially answer, he seemed to allow me to see Grea. As soon as we walked out of the door, someone came to deal with the tent, and Dr. Nord told them that everything in it could be thrown away.

The other tents outside have been torn down, leaving only some boxes, tables and chairs. The people in this warehouse have almost retreated. Dr. Nord seems to be the last doctor to leave, and the only ones who are still here are There are a few nurses, heavily armed militias, and a large swath of patients. With the assistance of the militia, the nurse stopped in front of the moaning patients, grabbed their wrists and injected them. These patients struggled for a while, and one by one calmed down, as if they were asleep. A good group of patients just lay upright on the simple hospital bed, their moans and frantic roars gradually weakened, and a chilling and sad silence continued to spread in the air.

I know what happened subconsciously, but I don't want to think about it, my mind is blank, the air becomes hard and it's hard to breathe. These patients are the role models for Grea, and such thoughts float and burst in his mind like bubbles. Has she fallen asleep like this? Dr. Nord’s pace sped up. He led me past several crazy patients. When we passed by them, the patients who were fixed by belts and ropes abruptly shook, as if they were about to tear the shackles and continue to bully. The body hit the bed board hard, making a bang, and even the wooden board creaked, as if it would shatter at any time, and their heavy breathing was like a vent box.

But my mood is a little relaxed, which means that the patients in this area have not yet been "processed" by Ranwen Novel.com. I know, Grea is here.

Doctor Nord took me around a corner of a container stack and came to a small enclosed space. There were five patients. Three of them were the same as I saw before. After we entered, we began to struggle. , The other two are quieter, a boy and a woman, the woman is Grea. In addition to this, there was a doctor wearing a mask. He sat next to the boy and didn't look at us at all. Under the dim light, half of his face was hidden in the shadows. His figure was full of depression, sorrow and pain. He put his hands on his knees like this, leaned forward, and stared at the boy quietly.

I think he is some kind of boy.

We couldn't help but relax, and Dr. Nord walked to the doctor and said to him: "You should go now, Jack."

The doctor did not answer by Ranwen. Screaming, but there was no sound from the open mouth, only the heavy breathing of "hoho".

"This is my son. My son," he said with a cry, crying quietly.

After being quiet for a while, Dr. Nord said again, "You should go, Jack." The flat voice was as pale as mechanical.

"I know, I know..." The doctor covered his eyes, his whole body was trembling, his hands trembling like a candle in the wind, he tremblingly took out a syringe from his pocket, hesitated, and turned back to the most The crazy patient inside walked. He started to inject unknown fluids into patients like the nurse outside. Dr. Nord glanced at me without saying a word, and walked towards the doctor.

I squatted down next to Grea, filled with hesitation, but I reached out to touch her face. Grea's originally calm sleeping face suddenly became hideous when I almost touched her with my hand. The opened eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and the eyeballs seemed to pop out of the eye sockets, as if seeing something terrifying. , Zhang Kai almost snapped my finger in one bite. She yelled hysterically, and seemed to jump up even if she was **** with a belt. I was completely horrified by her appearance. I squeezed her hand hard and wrote on the palm of her hand like the first time I saw her, but I quickly gave up. She could not recognize me at all. As if touching something dirty and abominable, there seemed to be some haze, dark and thick matter in my heart, and my breathing stopped completely.

For a while, I didn't seem to hear any sound, I just felt the pain in my heart tearing.

When I woke up, I only heard myself calling "Greya" repeatedly. My eyes were filled with hot liquid, and I was about to turn around and walk away.

"She is already in the late stage, very sensitive, just getting close to her will make her crazy." There was a voice next to him saying that it should be the doctor named Jack. Listening to the voice, he has become calm, like The jar was broken, and there was no idea of ​​redemption.

I turned my head. He was already injecting fluid into the child's wrist. Dr. Nord helped him hold the child's shoulder. The child had made a lot of noise before, but I did not notice at all. Now the child is gradually calming down, his eyes are closed, and he can no longer feel breathing.

"Will it make them feel better?" I stood up and backed up a few steps, hoping that my breath would fade away from Greya and make her feel less painful. I already know why Dr. Jack did not touch his son in the end.

"Perhaps." Dr. Jack answered calmly without any expression on it.

"If they are left alone, what will happen in the end?"

"I don't know." Dr. Jack said, "It is impossible to estimate the changes in the next cycle." His expression began to loosen, but it was all painful, "We don't even know how many cycles there will be."

"This virus distorts the normal signal and sends it back to the brain, so the patient feels the martial universe, the holy king makes the sacred king, the night kills the god, the seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world, the 9th heaven, the strongest abandon the young, the big Zhou, the royal family will kill at night The throne of gods and gods seal the throne of gods and gods, and the throne of gods, the strongest abandoned in the world The normal world that Jiuzhongtian was the strongest to abandon to the young and great Zhou imperial clan is undoubtedly **** for them, isn't that the case?" I said.

"This statement is not entirely correct, but if it is described vividly, it is probably the case." Dr. Jack began to pull out the cap of the last syringe, pushed it slightly, and a jet of liquid came out from the tip of the needle. .

"If the world is distorted... in their eyes, would it be normal?"

Doctor Jack was silent for a while, knelt down and grabbed Grea's wrist, and Grea became hysterical again. Dr. Nord pressed her shoulders hard, and I tried to grasp Grea's hand, but eventually I retracted. I was convinced that I was not as strong as I had imagined.

"I don't want to know." This is the final answer Dr. Jack gave me.

Greia’s voice is getting weaker, I want to pray for her, but I don’t know whom to pray to, because I don’t have any religious beliefs, so I regret it very much at this time, even if I have ever How good is it to be a shallow believer or a pan-believer? I crossed my chest. I once learned about the standard of action in books, but I knew that I didn't have any piety in my heart, just because Grea was a Westerner, maybe she believed in God. I pray for her. If there is a god, I hope it will condemn me and let Grea go to heaven.

Greia was quiet for a while, and the three of me, Dr. Jack and Dr. Nord stood silently, crossing our chests until the last sound in the warehouse subsided, and it was as quiet as a cemetery. No, this is the cemetery, the worst one.

The three of us followed out of this narrow and suffocating space. The outside was empty, and the last figure was disappearing from the warehouse door. The chandeliers were all extinguished, and the darkness was crushed. Only the muffled sound of shoe soles stepping on the ground was heard, and the trapezoidal dim light leaking from the doorway was like a side door to heaven that led the soul away.

We quickened our pace, walked into the light, and walked to the other side of the light. There was a white mist floating there and it became thicker. The cold wind pours into the nose, it seems that even the internal organs are beginning to frost. The journey to **** does not end, and the living will continue to walk forward.

People gathered near the pier. The wooden bridge was in front of it. The wooden bridge was once destroyed in battle, but now it has been rebuilt. The man supported the old man, the woman held the child, the children held hands, the militiamen formed a circle outside, and the fleeing people quietly looked at the other side of the lake. At the end of the wooden bridge, there was only one small boat up and down with the waves.

Dr. Jack and Dr. Nord walked towards the crowd, and quickly made a way over there. I didn't have Ranwen Novel.com to follow, because Jung and them were all standing on the other side. With them was Sheriff Engels. It was the town's representative "Xu" who was in charge of maintaining the order of the refugees.

As I walked towards Jung and the others, I looked back, and now at least half of the militias are still staying on the line of defense between the dock area and the city. A large number of discarded vehicles and heavy machinery were towed back and built into a fortification made of steel and cement. Now this fortification has not been completed.

All the actions are no different from the previous total. The doctor said that the virus will soon burst into the sixth cycle of mutation, and everyone is tremblingly waiting for that moment.

"Where are the people in the Black Nest?" I approached and asked.

"Take things away." The answer was Dorothy, with the knife-like critical weapon tied around her waist, like a female swordsman, but her face was not good, so she rubbed it when she spoke. He rubbed his temples and muttered something softly. I was puzzled and stretched out my hand, and she immediately slapped it away, "Don't touch me"

"...not feeling well?" I asked.

"It's okay" she looked like she was trying her best.

Looking at her rejection of others thousands of miles away, it seemed that she couldn't listen to any comfort and persuasion from me. I turned my head to look at other people, Jung knew what I wanted to ask, and first said: "I have been seen by the doctor, and there is no problem. It is not a symptom of infection."

I want to say something, but I can't say anything. I feel very tired, not only physically, but also mentally. I turned my gaze back to the depths of the lake. The fog was fascinating. Maybe it was the shadow of the ship. Sakiya, Marceau, and Father Xisen were there, and I gradually penetrated into the artificial Avalon. People will live there and take root.

Regardless of the result, this mission has come to an end. Although it is only a week, it feels like a long night. I just want to quietly, safely, and safely wait for the nightmare to pass.

"There will be no problem, will it?" Sheriff Engels was still a little worried.

"That's Xi Sen's team." Jung just replied.

Someone tugged at the corner of my clothes. I turned my head and looked at it. It turned out to be Mae. Her expression looked a little sluggish, but I was already familiar with her neurotic state. In her body, the slightly more normal personalities showed no signs of coming out of Ranwen Novel. I still don't understand whether they have a standard for conversion. Zhenjiang's fingers intertwined with mine, and she clasped them tightly. She looked up at the sky as if there was something amazing there, but I didn't see anything.

"Seeing a boat is coming" someone cried.

A shadow emerged from the mist in the lake, and it continued to become clear, gradually showing the outline of the hull. When the outline of the front was about 50 meters away from the pier, the people gathered in front of the wooden bridge began There was a complex sound of cheers, surprises and sighs. The hull seemed a little smaller than expected, but the shadow in the fog did not disappear. Two more ships appeared one after another, and people really burst into tears of joy.

Sergeant Engels sighed deeply and closed the collar of the police uniform coat. It is not an illusion that the air is getting cold. Compared with the previous few days, it seems that winter has entered in a blink of an eye.

Locke glanced at his watch, and whispered to Jung, "There are five minutes left."

Before Jung spoke, Sergeant Engels became nervous and immediately yelled at the crowd over there: "Hurry up and get on the boat." He strode towards the other side, stopped halfway, and kept moving towards The people over there waved: "Lastly, time is running out" someone over there nodded and shouted.

The crowd started to have some commotion, but order was soon restored. The boat docked by the wooden bridge, the boarding board was lowered, and people began to board the boat in an orderly and nervous manner under command.

We just took a few glances and walked back to the line of defense. "Five minutes" is the estimated time for the virus to enter the next cycle given by the doctors. Hearing the shouts of Sergeant Engels, the militiamen who were stationed also began to fall into a tense atmosphere. I thought that there was no one in the medical warehouse, and suddenly a familiar figure ran out.

It's a shepherd dog.

What is he doing there?

"Ready?" Jung asked calmly when he caught up.

"Enough to send the entire warehouse up to the sky." The Shepherd said solemnly.

I will come over immediately: "Did you put a bomb in it?"

"Be prepared~IndoMTL.com~Who knows if these guys will come alive again." The Shepherd said in a usual tone.

That said, people from the Security Bureau have never seen walking dead.

"Two minutes left." Locke continued to tell the time.

Everyone began to disperse. Me, Mae, and Dorothy climbed up on the crane that was part of the fortifications. When the boom was raised, it was almost the highest point in the area. Condescendingly, you can collect hundreds of meters in front of you. In the eyes.

Except for the sound of people boarding at the rear, all other sounds seemed to disappear gradually, and the air seemed to stop flowing.

About a few breaths, there was a slight noise that broke the quiet world. . ..

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