Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 275: Interlude death (9)

I let go of my arm and Dallas leaned back on the chair as if losing strength. His expression is very complicated, his face will turn pale for a while, and then he will be abnormally ruddy. I can guess how excited he was and he was shocked, but as I said, a hero, whether he has a companion or not, whether he has strong power, but the starting point of everything comes from himself. He did a great job before, and he struggled to get here alone, but for me, the intersection is the best choice.

I don't believe in anyone. There is no comrades and comrades in my comrades. I can only believe in myself, and I must believe in myself.

"I need you." He stared at me and said.

"I know." I said.

"You also need me." He said again.

"I'm not sure about that." I said.

"We can do better together. I have found some eyebrows, but you have to start again. No one will pay attention to my little character, but many people are watching you. What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I've seen this kind of battle a lot." I shrugged, thinking it was a stupid question, "Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths. I don't think teaming up is a good suggestion. I don't want to be defeated by you. Implicated, I believe that the reverse is the same for you."

"Don't be self-righteous," Dallas shouted angrily, his chest rising and falling, pacing around in place, hands thrusting into his head, and it took a while to suppress his emotions. He slowed down his tone, but he was full of unshakable momentum, and said: "When I took millions from others, you were just a mental illness."

"Isn't this great? You have enough ability, Mr. Liar, even if there is only one person, you can do what you want to do." I am not angry, there is no need to be angry, I smile I looked at him and said: "In terms of various aspects, we are all different types. If we do it in our own way, that's the best."

Dallas snorted mockingly, stopped talking, turned and left the room. I followed him and watched him go down the stairs and out the door of the dormitory building. During the period, he looked back at me and disappeared behind other buildings without looking back. I stayed on the side of the corridor for a while, closed my eyes and recalled the scene at that time, and confirmed that my handling method had not been neglected by Ranwen Novel.com.

The battle has started since the beginning of the conversation. I got the clues I wanted, and more importantly, if this Dallas really is what he said, then his next actions may be able to Be my cover. The most beautiful part of this plan is to do its own thing...I don’t know if things will go as expected, and the odds of winning are not great, because Dallas said that he was a scammer before he was converted, and one made a million. The clever liar of the dollar. I can't tell if his verbal actions are a kind of disguised signal, maybe this meeting is just a temptation from him.

In any case, I have done what I can do according to my own ideas.

I warned myself again and again, don’t trust anyone except myself, but... I glanced at the three girls in the room, and as always, they stopped their work for the first time and stared at me. The eyes were dark and deep. I asked myself, did I subconsciously believe them? But the voice in my heart did not give me the answer.

I came to my door and opened the lock with the key first. Of course, the door would be locked by the triple safety again at this time. However, as long as you put the pre-made mechanism box on the ground, put it at an angle, and press the button, a thin iron rod will be shot from the round hole of the box. The thin iron rod shot in through the gap under the door and knocked off the mechanism on the opposite wall, thereby opening the insurance.

Every time I enter the door, I will reset the angle and relative distance of the mechanism as soon as possible, so even if someone sees the method of opening the door, it is difficult to find the location. Once the injected object touches a place outside the organ, it will trigger an alarm.

It sounds cumbersome and makes people wonder whether it is necessary to do this, but for me, there is only one answer. No one will dislike their strong defenses. All boys will be fascinated by the cumbersome institutions. What's more, only such a room can let me do things that are not visible, and then sleep peacefully.

I glanced down the hallway through the crack in the door, and closed the door after confirming that there was no abnormality. After resetting the door opening mechanism, I couldn't wait to remove the oil painting on the wall.

The "crow" signal that Dallas said, apart from this oil painting, there is no other more obvious sign. But the last time I took it apart and checked it carefully, apart from the signature of my own handwriting, there was nothing more on Ranwen Novel.com. I thought for a while, took the painting out of the frame again, and then smashed the frame with a hammer, but there was nothing suspicious from the residue.

Nevertheless, I haven't lost my confidence in Ranwen Novel.com. In the dimness created by man to shade the sun, I watched this "crow", looking for the key points that might solve the puzzle. The report from Dallas and the weird atmosphere of this painting made me believe that the clue must be in this painting.

In the painting? I began to feel that some kind of conjecture was taking shape in my mind, but when I tried to outline it, the outline was scattered like a mist, which was really maddening. I opened the drawer, and the bottles and jars inside were all medicines prescribed by the doctor. I quickly found trifluoperazine. After swallowing three capsules, I noticed that my mood gradually calmed down after a while, but there was no impact on the brain activity. It is a strange feeling, calm and full of energy, which makes me feel that I have reached the best state. At this time, I must be able to do things that I can't usually do.

I heard the sound of my heartbeat, it was increasing, and the aura in my mind was also increasing.

I looked carefully at the forest in the painting. What kind of tree is this? There are no fallen leaves on the ground, and the leaves are generous, perhaps evergreen trees. I put the painting together under the light and pecked at the details in the painting again. After a while, I realized that there were some abnormalities in the whiteness in the depths of the forest. The seasonal atmosphere in the painting is a bit different. If you look closer, you can see that these whites are actually contoured.

I grabbed the magnifying glass and looked up, and suddenly realized that the whites were all cross-shaped.

The only thought I had at this time was that the depths of the woods in the painting were actually a cemetery. Never again when this thought arises

Lastly, I patted the armrest of the wheelchair, as if only by doing so could I release the excitement in my heart. Evergreen trees, cemetery, does this suggest to me that this is a real place?

The key to solving the puzzle lies in that place, in an unknown cemetery in this closed hospital. This thought prompted me to go out immediately and go to the library to find information about evergreen trees. Soon, I learned that this is camphor tree.

Before the sun went down, I learned from his population where most of the camphor trees were distributed in this hospital.

Talking about the cemetery, the answer they gave me was very vague, and when I spoke, I was a little hesitant and a little scared. However, although this kind of thing is taboo, it is not well known, but it is not a secret.

In addition to a cemetery in this hospital, there are many tombs hidden in small places, ranging from more than a dozen to two or three, and there is no tombstone. No one knows exactly how many people were buried in the non-cemetery area, and it is also not clear who the dead were and what happened to them. After all, mass burial is against the regulations, but the number is quite large, sometimes in the mountains and forests. You will see the bones of the dead as you walk, and sometimes you can't see half of the corpse even when you dig through the mass graves. This situation is unavoidable and causes some bad associations, coupled with the strict entry and exit regulations of this hospital, so that everyone will not deliberately talk about these things.

Everyone will always add a meaningful sentence before ending the conversation: "Don't tell others, this is what I told you."

I’m not sure if there are enemy spies among these people. All I can do is get myself to act as soon as possible.

I went back to the room and marked the place with camphor trees and cemetery on the crude map I made. There are too many mass graves. Everyone knows two or three places, and there are overlaps, so they can’t be marked completely. Come out, if my destination is in those places, it would be a big headache, but the cemetery area is located in a camphor forest. Although I think the clue is very unlikely to be in the cemetery area, I added it to the candidate area just in case.

I plan to act at night, considering the possibility of digging a grave, I also found two shovel, one long and one short.

There are many trivial things, but all preparations are done during the day. When the bell rang at zero o'clock, I put on the black coat, put on my mask, helmet and flashlight, put my weapons and tools in a big cloth bag, checked the ammunition again, and pushed out the door.

The cold night wind cut through my clothes like a knife. Whenever the moon passes through the clouds, countless heavy shadows in the darkness rush towards me with their teeth and claws. The woods were tumbling, something was lingering in the field of vision, it seemed that there were ghosts or beasts hiding there. I heard howling wolves and occasional dog barking from far away. I know the guards are patrolling. They are everywhere in this closed hospital, including the dense forest. However, their actions are regular. They have leaked out places they don't often go to. After all, the winter is very cold and the road at night is dark and difficult to walk, but no one cares about them doing their responsibilities.

Like every time I sneak out, I have stepped on it several times for this operation. Of course, I have never been to too remote places, such as the wild grave area in the camphor forest, but at least it can be in this building. Numerous public areas come and go freely. When they passed by the girls’ room, they still didn’t fall asleep. They kept looking at me in the same posture as they did during the day. I don’t expect the night out to be able to hide from them. These three girls are just like suffering. Insomnia.

I greeted them as I did before, to persuade myself that I must relax, they are not enemies.

**The wheelchair walked out of the dormitory building and moved forward against the shadow of the wall. The sound of the wind is so loud that it obscures the sound of the wheelchair motor, which saves me effort to move it. Although the cold wind is biting, but when I think of how important this action is to me, it is the first official action since I regained consciousness, the excitement made my blood boil.

I breathed in vain, listening to the sound of footsteps and dog barking hidden in the chaotic natural sound, and walked through this patrolled area before they arrived. I watched the four directions, not letting go of the light that might come from the flashlight. I also saw the searchlight beams from the top of the building and the distant sentry tower moving back and forth. The direction of the destination made me choose a darker road. The danger did not come from the light, but the fierce and sensitive hound.

In order to pass through their field, I used the mechanism mounted on the wheelchair to shoot the sling and hung myself in the air with the wheelchair. Take out the crossbow and shoot a branch in the opposite direction. When the branches grazed the treetops and made noises, the guards on patrol moved towards that side with the barking of the dogs. The branches shot far away, enough for me to calmly put myself back on the ground.

Hide in this way, yn*, hide, and soon I successfully crossed the farming area, and then went deeper into one of the wild graves hidden in the camphor forest, which is located on the ventral side of the mountain pack. The person who told me described the specific location in less detail. It was originally an inconspicuous place, and there was no obvious path from Ranwen.com, so that few people would go in that direction.

The wheelchair was pressed against the freezing branches, and there was a cracking sound. Although it does not continue to snow today, but after the snow melts, it will be wet everywhere, and water will be poured from the top of the head from time to time, which is as difficult to shape as a snowy sky. Sometimes the wheelchair gets caught by plants such as tree roots or vines, and sometimes the ground undulates so that it is not suitable for wheelchair walking, and there is even an imperceptible gully beside me. Various accidents make me stop and deal with it, and then consider whether to turn around. Look for the path again.

The tree canopy, like a curtain, obscures the moonlight, and there is miasma or mist everywhere, and you can't see too far when you turn on the flashlight. I didn't even dare to take off the mask. Fortunately, the filter worked well and there was no discomfort in my body.

In this dark wood, everything seems to fall asleep, I only hear my own voice. There are the sound of motors turning, the sound of branches and leaves cracking, the sound of rubble being crushed and rolling away, the sound of one's own breathing, and even the sound of one's own heartbeat. All of this is my first experience, as it is written in, you don’t know what’s ahead, as if something is always peeping at you around you, you have fear in your heart, and your heart seems to be constantly tightening, and it will burst in the next moment. , Even if you tightly grasp the weapon in your hand, it will not let your heart settle down.

I don’t know if I have deviated from the path, and I can’t find my way back soon. There are trees in all directions. Of course, they can’t be the same, and the distribution area may not be too large, but you just can’t turn around. If you walk ten meters, you will see trees. If you walk over a hundred meters, you will see trees. You can't help but wonder if you will never be able to go out. That feeling is like walking into an endless forest.

I began to understand why the guards who patrolled the mountain would not come and go here for no reason, and people can always find one or two wild graves here.

Time became sluggish in the darkness and lost, I mumbled to myself to resolve the ubiquitous sense of crisis and loneliness. I used to think that I could search most of the suspicious graves in one night, but now it seems that I can find one this evening.

Maybe my luck is not as bad as Ranwenfiction.com.

When I stopped to take a breath and readjust the aperture of the flashlight, a light flashed on the left side suddenly. I was very nervous at first, and the crossbow was already raised and aimed at the place. My eyes don't work well in this place. I listened carefully, but there was only the rustle of the wind over the treetops. I stared at that place quietly, and after a while, a light spot appeared again.

Yes, it's light, white, or cyan, or white with blue, you can't see clearly through the mist. It is suddenly clear, suddenly hazy, and sometimes disappears. When it appears next time, it is no longer where it was at that time, and it seems to be constantly moving.

The tense mood gradually relaxes. I think I'm in a place by myself. It should be a phosphorous fire.

But I heard that phosphorus fires are rare in winter, especially on such a cold day. In addition, there are some unspeakable reasons, which make me feel that these phosphorous fires wandering in front of me seem to indicate that things are becoming weird.

I kept aiming, controlling the wheelchair in that direction with one hand, while the other hand was ready to pull out the knife at any time.

As I moved forward, the cluster of phosphorous fires fluttered forward as if leading the way, and more phosphorous fires appeared in front of me, but I soon discovered that the number of phosphorous fires in this place exceeded my expectations. Before I knew it, I Has been surrounded by phosphorous fire. They did not approach me, as if they had life, floating around me at an interval of about five meters.

The sound of the wind is like crying in the ear, and a certain outline is vaguely outlined between the branches, like a face, or a certain creature, more like some invisible and innocent ghost. Everything is like being malicious, teasing you, and being an enemy of you. After you have been overwhelmed with fear, it will make you unable to see the sun tomorrow.

I know that it’s just my own imagination, an illusion born from my heart, but the problem is that you can’t control this idea of ​​frightening yourself~IndoMTL.com~ This is not a funny thing, a little timid. The guy who clicks may become incontinent on the spot.

I swallowed the saliva and used the light of the flashlight to find the tomb. The place that was hit by the dim light was even more terrifying. When the light and darkness intersect, I always feel that something has jumped out. , Which means you can’t see it, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

This night, my luck was not terrible. I quickly found the tomb, with a vague outline in the mist. As I approached it, the phosphorous fires scattered all over the way, as if giving way to me. But when I saw the tomb clearly, I felt fear and shock over joy.

In front of the slanted tombstone is a huge pit, with dirt piled up around it like a hill.

This grave has been dug up.

What’s more terrifying is that I don’t know who did it and why.

For a moment, I actually felt that the corpse had crawled out by itself.

It's a ridiculous, horrible joke that's freezing the bones. . ..