Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 272: Interlude death (6)

I don’t know what the enemy wants from me. I have lost my strength. I don’t know much about cyberball. However, if I really have something... I touched my right Eye, although I can’t feel it anymore, it’s probably still in my body—

If the enemy wants to get something from my body, and set up this big battle, then the opponent will not be able to use violence against me in a short period of time. On the bright side, the chance that everyone in this hospital will be an enemy is actually not that great. In order to increase the success rate of confusion, a mixed truth is the best choice. And he is not necessarily the first person to be treated so specially, so there must be a "companion" here.

I searched the room carefully again, and never let go of every corner until I confirmed that there were no monitoring tools in this room. For this reason, I tore the lampshade, smashed the base of the decorations, and pried the bed and the floor. I think this is still insecure, and we must construct a space of our own in this enclosed area surrounded by the enemy. So I began to analyze the structure of this room, change the location of the furniture, and plan to make a major renovation.

All I can rely on is myself. The production and decision of the construction draft, as well as the troubles encountered during the construction, must be solved by myself. This is a huge project for me. At the same time, I don’t have too much time for Ranwen.com. I can feel that every minute and every second in this closed hospital, my heart and will are being corroded. I want to really become a lunatic. In the past, I built a private plot for myself, not just for physical safety, but more for psychological safety.

After returning from Dr. Ender’s office, I spent the whole day thinking about the various needs, difficulties and solutions involved in this project, except for the meal time. I wrote them one by one on the paper. In addition to building a secret room, I have to solve the weapon problem for future battles.

What materials and tools can be obtained in this self-sufficient closed hospital, based on what I have learned, what can be made of these materials, these must be carefully considered.

I am very fortunate that although I only went to high school, I was once a real top student. Not only did I know and understand all the relevant mathematical knowledge in high school, but I also used this theoretical knowledge to practice interest in my spare time. I once mentioned that my dream is to become a dynamicist who can be called a "Frankenstein". I have read a lot of reference teaching plans involved in psychology, popular science and popular science books. After becoming a Chosen One, I learned to survive on the battlefield and to arm myself with the most common and seemingly ready-made supplies.

I lost a lot in the battle, experienced all kinds of pain, and gained enough experience from it, not only because the real fighter has the knowledge of fighting, but also has enough will and patience.

The next day I started to do it, pretending to be walking in the hospital, while observing everything I could use. I will talk to anyone here, whether they are patients or normal people, what kind of work they are doing. I will be happy to help them a little bit, and then learn from them the time and place of their daily activities, and ask them for some materials or tools that are inconspicuous to them but have great use for my plan.

I'm like an ant, accumulating little by little so that it won't be noticeable. I don’t let myself become maverick. I insist that I am a normal person just like before, and then be treated as a mental patient by others. I will receive the psychological consultation from Dr. Ruan and Dr. Ande on time, and I will also play with the psychologist. Playing games.

Gradually, I can go in and out of many people’s rooms freely without criticism, and I can take away the things they put in their rooms and workshops by myself. And they will never know what I can do with these things.

I used a wardrobe, door panels, thick cloth, sponge, and cardboard boxes to create a simple soundproof enclosure on the basis of the original studio. The enclosure occupies two-thirds of the space, does not require a bed, and has a chandelier. The floor was thickened and filled with fillers, and several layers of quilts were laid to prevent vibration and noise, thus completing a workshop. Even so, I still dare not do some relatively dynamic work in the middle of the night.

I used planks, iron bars, and nails to seal the windows so that they could not see the room from the outside. I also made door bolts to prevent anyone from unlocking them.

After completing this secret project, my heart finally settled down, and this room can only be called a stronghold until this day.

I know I still have many things to do, but I have to do one by one. Before I lose my legs and a strong body, I never know how much convenience they can bring to work. I made horizontal bars and dumbbells for myself, and made time for exercise every day. At first, I couldn't do ten pull-ups. Gradually, I could do twenty in one go. Only then did I feel confident that I could wield a knife to kill people.

I made many rings in the room. After shaking them, I controlled the wheelchair and swinging my body to dodge, so that I would not be hit by these rings. I kept going in and out of various complex terrains. While understanding the geography of the closed hospital, I also figured out how much mobility I can have when I can only control the mobility of a wheelchair.

Theoretically, I don’t have free time for Ranwen.com, but I still force myself to stop for half an hour every day to prevent myself from always looking at people and things around me with utilitarian glasses. This is a great way to relieve stress. I will help anyone in suffering during this time without trying to get anything from them. I like staying with the three girls in the next room the most. They are the three girls I once mistaken for Sakiya, Hakkei, and Marceau in the girlhood.

I have never heard them speak, but it should not be dumb. They look at people with weird eyes, or in other words, they give people a sense of abnormality. I used to feel confused and resisted, but the most important reason that gradually made me like them is that being around them makes me feel peaceful.

They sometimes play building blocks, but more time they always play a card game silently. Those cards are not ordinary poker. There are no numbers and flower cards on the white background. Regular ink stains. Although they still don't understand the rules of this card game, because they always divide the cards into four, it makes people think whether there is a fourth person.

The fourth person is a ghost—this is an illusion. I found evidence of the existence or existence of the "fourth person" in their room. It was a bed, some clothes, and something that did not belong to The clutter of the three girls. Later, someone who knew the situation told me that the fourth girl had been discharged from the hospital.

I asked the names of these four girls specifically, but these names made me dumbfounded.

Their names are: Sakuya, Bajing, Marceau, and Seise.

I have asked more people about this, and even verified Dr. Yu Ruan and Dr. Ande. Everyone who knew these four girls gave the same answer.

There is no more ridiculous and ridiculous thing on Ranwen Novel, is there? I tried to apply for access to the background and information of these four people, but was rejected without surprise. I didn't know from the beginning to the end, what happened to the bodies of these four girls. Why do they call these names? What kind of disease are they suffering from, so that they are silent and gloomy and weird all day long? Why are they always playing that weird card game? What is the whereabouts of the fourth girl, "College"?

There are no people on Ranwen Novel Network to talk to me about these things, not even they themselves. I want to do something for them, but for them, I always enter and leave their rooms like a humanoid air, even though they will focus their eyes on me when I come in and go out. . This makes me think whether I really have some inexplicable relationship with them.

In addition, their room is never closed. I also suspect that they don't sleep at all, because sometimes when I secretly go out in the middle of the night, I can always see the three pairs of ghostly eyes in that dark room. At first, I was taken aback by them, but I didn’t get used to it.

However, I must reiterate that the looks and personalities of these three girls are the same as those of Sakiya, Bajing, and Marceau in my memory. The anxiety, confusion, urgency, pain, and effort that existed in my heart for them were only because of their names and the illusions they saw when they first met.

Yes, I said to myself, they are not the same person at all.

As a result, my soul has fallen more deeply. Does this closed hospital exist in my dream or is it a trap-like reality?

In order to relieve my worries and irritability, I forced myself to carry out a larger project.

There is a library in the hospital. Although there is no in-depth theoretical textbooks from Ranwenfiction.com, there is no shortage of theoretical textbooks up to university and practical books for designing daily work and life. I will set aside a period of time to check and study in the library every day. For example, how to repair an old motor, and then combine other materials to transform one's own wheelchair, so that it has higher mobility.

In order to fight against the most likely firearms, I tried to make crossbows. Fu Jiang once made it in the doomsday illusion, and then she did it several times in her free time. Self-made weapons may be her interest. I played for her, and the relevant steps and structure can still be recalled somewhat. Then, reduce the size of these shooting weapons and hide them in a wheelchair.

This busy time is tiring but not boring. It is the day I feel the most stable after entering this hospital. With the completion of every piece of equipment, I can clearly feel the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, and the night kills the gods. The throne of India asks the devil, proud world, the strongest of the nine times Abandoning the young and big Zhou imperial clan to create a god, the night killing god, the **** seal, the throne, ask the devil, the proud world, the strongest, and abandon the young and the big Zhou imperial clan, until he is becoming strong. This is not only about foreign objects, but also about the body and mind. I know that I am steadily moving towards my goal.

I said to myself, Gao Chuan, you are a real warrior, the past is, the present is, and the future is too.

Until this night, I was finally able to fully arm myself.

I sit in a wheelchair, control the output and direction through the wooden crank and buttons, move forward and backward in a narrow space, spinning around in place. In the field test, it was highest when compared to adult male running. I pressed the inconspicuous trigger, and the thick iron needle with the palm of my hand ejected from the honeycomb shot opening that opened the door, and in the blink of an eye it was nailed to a wooden board five meters away. This type of shooter modified from a bow and crossbow is called "bee needle". It has five bullets and uses a special magazine to eject five iron needles at a time. The maximum killing distance is ten meters, and it can penetrate the human body within six meters. . At the same time, the "bee needle" ejector can also be used to project the hook rope, or use the second modified cartridge. There is only one iron needle as ammunition, but it is connected to an electrode, which can instantly activate a voltage of nearly a kilovolt.

I sewed a black overcoat-style combat suit for myself. There are many pockets inside, and there are many small finger-thick chains in the mezzanine, and steel plates are embedded in key parts. In addition, there are helmets and face masks. Although with my physique, covering the head and face is just an act of covering ears and bells, the helmet can effectively protect the head from pistol bullets. The pig nose of the mask is a simple filter. I can use more varied tactical weapons like smoke bombs.

I carry a folding knife with me, but the real lethal weapon is a long straw, which can be pierced through a wheelchair and is more powerful than my current arm. In addition to the "bee needle" hidden in the wheelchair, I also made a hand-held crossbow, but because of technical problems, although the shooting power is greater, the aim is not good, and the string is very laborious for me.

In spite of this, although not entirely satisfactory, I finally gained the strength to fight again.

On this day, more than ten days have passed since the first meeting with Dr. Ender. Not long after Christmas, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere in the closed hospital. I look at the clock on the workbench, and the bell will ring at zero in two hours.

1999 is coming soon.

I don’t know when and how the end of the world will be presented to everyone in 1999, and whether everything I’ve done makes sense to it. However, I do not regret the battles I participated in, and the real battles have just begun. If this closed hospital is a trap for the enemy, if the end of the world is really inevitable, then the turbulent new world will irresistibly spread to this place.

God of the new world, if you exist, if this is your will, if this is my destiny, then I am ready to meet them.

Let me watch a good show.

My mood was agitated, I stayed up all night, wore a quilt, and sat in a wheelchair with a weapon in my arms. After many days, I opened the curtains for the first time and looked at the gray world through the frozen glass windows. It started to snow three days ago, and there was no stop tonight. The shadows of the trees outside the window were swaying like demons, and there was continuous snow falling and dull noises. This gloomy world with all things makes me have a poetic sense of sight. I seem to be able to hear the silhouettes shuttled in the shadows, the vague gunshots, and the shouts of killing. Maybe in this closed world, the same There is the conspirator's thinking, the nightcrawler's stupidity.

The world where war and peace exist, the turbulence and calm before the end of the day, black and white, and the gray and blood in the interlacing, that is where I should be, where I must be where I must save People. This ambiguous, stagnant psychiatric hospital is really tiresome.

——Do you think so too? Jiang.

I stroked my right eye, feeling the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world, the strongest nine heavens, the abandonment of the young man, the Zhou royal family, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the strongest, the nine heavens Abandon the young and great Zhou imperial family to move the universe to kill the night **** God seal the throne to seek the strongest in the Ninth Heaven The lumps, the stiffness and chills of the muscles, the cold current of the outside world could not freeze the blood that had already started to boil in my body.

I want to go back

I want to go back

I want to go back

Even if the next moment I go back is death

I heard the cry from my heart.

I just looked at the snow scene outside the window, from night to dawn, from dawn to the rising sun. When people's footsteps and noise sounded outside the room, I took all the weapons I could hide and opened the door in a wheelchair.

The corridor is still a view day after day, giving people the illusion of image playback. The opening doors in the corridor are still those, I can be sure, even the opening angles are the same, because they have never been closed. The people in the corridor and what they are doing are exactly the same.

The stupid fat man started pushing the mop back and forth again, ran from the first floor, ran to a higher place, and came down again. The old woman imagined playing with wool, not only was the so-called man quietly looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, but the other was pacing back and forth. The air is filled with the sound of TV, radio noise, loud reading, and confusion with laughter and scolding, which makes people feel monotonous and bored. The three girls were still in the room, playing the same game, and when I passed by, I looked towards this side as if I had a heart.

I smiled mildly at them. They did not respond at all. Until I left, they seemed to be able to feel the martial arts. The king made the sacred king. The night kills the gods. Abandoning the young man, the great Zhou, the imperial family, will kill the god, the king, and the throne, seeking the devil, the world, the strongest, the nine heavens, Killing God, God Seal Throne Seeking Devil, Ao Shi, Nine Heavens, the strongest, abandoned the young and big Zhou royal family until their gaze penetrated the wall ~ IndoMTL.com ~ fell on my back.

I came to the cafeteria, and as usual, this time period is full of people. There are doctors, patients, handymen and police officers, and most of the seats are already full. There are three or four TVs hanging on the walls on both sides. The Christmas tree in the corner has not been removed, but the gift box of the branches has been torn off long ago, leaving only the floating ribbons. There was a lively event a few days ago, and people's moods have obviously not been separated from the aftermath.

The days here are dull and peaceful. Not everyone likes this kind of life. But because of this, I feel the opportunity.

They slackened, they became more enthusiastic, and they started talking about topics they wouldn't normally bring up.

I kept quiet, ordered breakfast at the cafeteria window as usual, and came to a long table with my food tray. Except for doctors, few people get together with patients. The diners at this long table are mostly hospital staff, with people of all skin colors and nationalities. The people around me greeted me. Maybe they knew that I was a mental patient, but the conversation a while ago was effective enough to let them know that I can communicate like ordinary people. . ..

Restricted Doomsday Syndrome 272 Intermission Death Text