Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 4: The Scarlet Monster

That is a tall red man.

　　 is over two meters tall, with a red trench coat and a red wide-brimmed hat, a perfect blend of evil and elegance. His face is hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat, with thin outlines and strong lines. He stood upright in front of the door, with his hat pressed in one hand, and seemed to have been standing there a long time ago, surrounded gently by loneliness and jealousy.

　　"Blood, faith, wit, inferiority, counterattack, killing." He whispered, sighing like a poem: "What a good fight."

　　 I don’t care about this. This guy is obviously watching the show from start to finish, which makes me very unhappy.

　　 "Are you kidding me?"

　　 I retreated to the corpse of the vicious dog and drew out the fire axe.

　　 He giggled, as if his throat was filled with dry mud, as if trying to suppress some kind of madness in his body.

　　 "Of course not, you passed the test. Congratulations, you are the first person here."

　　 Despite saying that, I still can’t let go. I think this guy is abnormal, and it makes people more nervous than the weird vicious dog that can only hide. There is an unusual smell of blood on his body, as if the red color was stained with blood, blood and madness are like stormy waves, making me feel a kind of crazy and heavy pressure.

　　 has nothing to do with appearance, I don't think he is human. This is the first instinct, I almost believe it.

　　 "Don't be nervous, it's time to get to the topic." He said, "I know you have a lot of questions, but I can't answer them one by one because time is limited."

　　 He took out an hourglass, suddenly turned it over and held it on the palm of his hand, and the sand slid down like water.

　　 "The timing begins."

　　 I stared at him closely, not relaxing at all, even though he didn't seem to be the enemy. The sand leaked quickly and my breathing was a little short.

　　 "Where is this place?"

　　 "Apocalypse."

　　 "Why send us here?"

　　 "To save the world." He said weirdly.

　　"……"

　　 Are you kidding me?

　　 "Of course—seriously." He said as if seeing through my mind.

　　 "Who are you?"

　　 There was an arc in the shadow under the brim of the hat, and he was smiling, with a sense of horror. Two eyes lit up from the shadows, and the outline of the head no longer looked like a person, more like a thick mist melting in the dark. I seemed to see his whole body covered with ominous silk threads, flying like tentacles, but once in a daze, there was nothing left.

　　 "I am the Doomsday Agent, I allow you to call me-Carmen."

　　 After that, he held out a finger.

　　 "The last question."

　　 I looked at the hourglass in surprise. If I hadn't opened my eyes wide, I would have thought that the sand had leaked out, but in fact there was one grain left, which was strangely suspended in the glass cone above.

　　 An incredible force grabbed it.

　　 "What shall I do next?" This is my last question.

　　 The red monster who calls himself Carmen makes an interesting nasal sound.

　　 "It's so funny, little boy." When he flipped his hand, the hourglass disappeared like a magic, and his body was gradually engulfed by the darkness coming from behind, leaving only the voice lingering in the corridor. "Look at your wrist."

　　 In my surprised gaze, the darkness receded like a tide. The wooden door at the end of the corridor was still open. The indoor sunlight was shining on the wooden tables and chairs. The empty room was clear and bright, as if it had been purified.

　　 really seems like magic. I walked in with such a strange mood, and as expected, there was no one. The room was unexpectedly clean and tidy, as if someone had taken care of it. The coffee on the table was steaming hot, and the geek in red really knew how to enjoy it.

　　 But I have to continue messing around in this world of jerk.

　　 He said that this is a doomsday illusion, I am a little skeptical. The scenes of the doomsday coming from the outside world are so realistic. I can feel the warmth of the sun and smell the smell of blood and fire. The wounds on my body are also faintly painful. If I die here, will I really die? This thought shuddered just thinking about it.

　　 I started to summarize the information I got from him. There are many people like me who have been drawn into this world through special channels. This is the true face of the "missing tales" of the school's old toilets. Despite this, I still haven't seen them. Are they in this city?

　　 Besides, we are here because this guy who claims to be an agent wants to save the world. His tone was as if the real world would become the same scene as here at some point in the future.

　　 Regardless of whether he is lying or not, his existence itself is full of mysteries, and it doesn't look like a real human being at all.

　　 But as far as the apocalyptic scene I see now-walking corpses all over the floor, monsters rampant, the Great Summer is destroyed, all people, whether they like it or hate them, die like ants, change Into the stool of the monsters.

　　 I hate this world.

　　 I don’t know how many people he has found. We are like brave candidates.

　　 I like the role of heroes in TV dramas, because they have the courage to take on the responsibility of saving the world, which I can’t do. Whenever I see them encounter those painful things because of their courage in the journey of life, I can't help crying.

　　 Despite this, I have passed the age of being interested in the name "Brave", and I don't know what kind of person can save the world.

　　As long as you think about these questions at the beginning, they will become raindrops on the cold night and fall in your heart. The sun is shining outside, but I feel like I am having a cold dream.

　　 I sat down at the table to sort out my emotions. The hot coffee was still full, probably because the geek in red hadn't had time to drink it. It's a pity to pour it out, I wiped the mouth of the cup with my sleeve and just drank it like that.

　　 There is a tattoo on the inside of my left wrist for some reason. The style is two black diamonds stretched out like wings. I guess it is something like the so-called "Brave Candidate". I touched it curiously, and my head buzzed immediately, as if countless images and words poured in, grinning in pain.

　　 The throbbing disappeared in an instant.

　　 I moved my left hand away with lingering fear, for fear of coming again.

　　 What the **** is this! ?

　　 has suffered such a serious crime, but I don’t seem to know anything, and it’s as if everything is in my head.

　　 What should I do? How can I leave here? Put aside to save the world. If I stay in this world for too long, reality will definitely list me as a missing person and write a shameful note on my personal resume. The perfect image of top students that I have been trying to maintain is going to fall short. This is too much!

　　 "Let me go back!"

　　 No one answered.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 I kicked the chair hard.

　　"Check the attributes."

　　 I am referring to the diamond-shaped mark on the inside of my wrist that is stuffed into my mind. It is like a series of game instruction books, but it only comes to mind when the owner should know it.

　　Name: Gaochuan

　　Age: Seventeen years old

　　Occupation: Student

　　Weapon: Fire Axe

　　 Evaluation: E+

　　 E-level seems to be the lowest level.

　　 I sighed.

　　 Please search the room before going to the basement.

　　 I drank my coffee in one breath, grabbed the fire axe and rummaged in the room.

　　 I don’t know who the owner of this room is~ IndoMTL.com~ There are not many daily necessities, weapons and medicines, and no diaries and computers that record personal information.

　　 I found a large box of figures under the bed, which are weird dolls of the Halloween series. In addition, I also found a popular game console. The appearance is intact, but there is no electricity. Nevertheless, I am very happy because it is very expensive and I have not saved enough money. This time can save my always dry wallet, I really hope it can be brought to reality.

　　 I stuffed the handheld into my pants pocket and lifted the fire axe back into the corridor.

　　 almost all the dead dog's body was revealed due to heavy bleeding. The physique is a lap bigger than I expected, and the hair is very long, which looks like a Scottish Shepherd, but the fierce head shape is more biased towards the hound.

　　Name: Ghost Dog

　　Species: Dead Body

　　 Evaluation: D

　　Status: Near death

　　 It turned out not to be completely dead, it's really boring.

　　 I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself, and smashed the axe.

　　 Split its head and open its stomach, its heart is still beating vigorously, its muscles and internal organs give people a feeling of vitality, maybe give it a rest for a while, that hideous head Maybe it will grow back again.

　　 I smashed my heart, and all the sense of life disappeared like sea foam. The huge body turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, and collapsed inward with a frustrating sound. At this moment, the diamond-shaped mark on the inner side of the left wrist became hot, and I seemed to hear a "zi" sound. The ashes were stirred by an invisible force, forming a half-meter-high mist spiral.

　　 I was surprised to see the spiral of gray fog gradually shrink and condense into a gray stone.