Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 47: Forgetting recording three

"In other words, the pentagram was left by the monster?" I asked.

　　 Sakuya nodded gently.

　　 "Is it still in your body now?"

　　 She still nodded gently.

　　 "Can you control it?"

　　 She shook her head.

　　"Does it still have to eat?"

　　 Sakuya raised his head, his glasses fell below the bridge of his nose, and he could clearly see that the black eyeballs were like glass, exuding inorganic light. Her gaze possessed a kind of power, which made my armpits seep out sweat.

　　 There is no shadow in the hall illuminated by the fluorescent lamp, but it seems that some kind of foreign material is changing shape from the "window"-her eyes. I was dumbfounded and almost forgot to breathe.

　　...It's delicious, Gao Chuan.

　　 I suddenly heard such a sound, and I was horrified. Sakuya was pushing on his glasses, and his eyes were full of doubt through the glass lens.

　　 "What's wrong? Achuan."

　　 "Ah, no...what did you just say?"

　　 "I didn't say anything." Sakiya replied very naturally.

　　 She blinked her eyes vigorously, as if she was unloading a heavy load, her entire shoulders sagging. I think that since that day, that horrible and self-blaming experience has been haunting her like a nightmare. Because it was too heavy, it sank into the deep place of my heart, so when I met me, I didn't reveal it at all. Even if you can forget everything you have on your back, there must be traces that cannot be erased in the soul.

　　Walking under the street lights every day, seeing the shadows and the factory buildings, they will be bound by the black sticky substance, unable to move.

　　 I asked her if the thirteenth man in black robes is really Morino. Sakuya nodded hesitatingly, then shook his head, but at last he was silent. It was just a guess in the memory, she actually didn't want to know the answer at all.

　　 "Why do you want to call that kind of evil thing? It will destroy humans, won't it?" Sakiya muttered to herself softly.

　　 Maybe she doesn’t need an answer either, but I still cut in:

　　"Biochemical bacteria can also destroy humans, why do people still enjoy it?"

　　 because it can kill people.

　　 because it can manipulate human life.

　　 We all know.

　　 Sakiya returned to her room and closed the door. I think she needs to be quiet.

The memories of 　　 Saya Ya let me find more puzzles. After finishing the housework, I shut myself in the study and sorted out all the clues I got so far.

　　Because everything that can be connected is full of theological nature, according to her description of monsters and sacrifice rituals, I temporarily named that monster "demon". In this way, just like the end of hell, the six-eyed hellhound in mythology, and the demon summoned to reality, form an extremely large legendary structure.

　　 Regardless of whether it is ridiculous or not.

　　 Continuing along this clue, it is easy to conclude that the doomsday came because the **** demons wanted to destroy mankind.

　　 But there are still unclear factors. Where is the Doomsday Agent in the whole incident? If you don't understand this, you won't understand the purpose of using the doomsday illusion to screen the "chosen ones". Does he, or it, guide us to gain power from dead bodies, monsters, and demons. Does he want to destroy mankind? Still want to save mankind?

　　 My thoughts returned to the problem I faced recently, and I drew several circles on Morino's name with a red pen.

　　 Although it is not certain whether Morino is one of the black-robed men who summoned the devil, she has a lot of relationship with the recent cult. I am very interested in this cult, not only because deciphering the unknown can make me feel happy from the brain, it has actually threatened the people around me, and I want to obtain the kind of method to summon and exorcise demons, so I decided Go deeper.

　　 I know this is a very dangerous behavior. All cults treat their enemies and strangers exactly the same, like a mad dog, even if they die, they can’t let it go. Stubborn, extreme, and **** convictions will give them power that surpasses mortals.

　　 And, it is obvious that they not only have blind faith, but also have the mystery on which faith depends-they can really summon demons.

　　A node can summon a demon.

　　According to the diary, when reality produces a node, someone must return from the doomsday illusion.

　　 can get this information, and among them there must be the Chosen who knows the details of the doomsday illusion, and even the old Mageweave messenger.

　　Since the gray stone Morino gave to the cult was obtained from Shirai, maybe that factory is where Shirai returns?

　　 Before I find Morino for tea, I must prepare. Fu Jiang still has no news, this time he can only do it himself.

　　 Although I have lost my memory, I have become familiar with the use of magic lines during this time. In the evaluation of self-information, although the evaluation did not improve, through the constant coin tossing game, I think I probably understand what my talents are.

　　When one’s attention is focused on an object, one can perceive other factors that affect the movement of the object, and quantify, calculate, speculate, and draw conclusions back to the body and coordinate actions. All The work was completed in a very short time that was almost imperceptible. This produces the effect of piercing the Yang with a hundred steps.

　　 This is not a shooting ability, but a complicated ability to judge and adjust a series of precision sports.

　　 I think this is an amazing talent. Everything in the world is affecting and being affected by other things. All factors form a huge network centered on the target. As long as one node is pulled, the movement of other nodes can be observed.

　　 For convenience, I named this talent "chain determination".

　　 Maybe one day, through the chain judgment, I don’t need to directly touch the target. As long as I influence a certain factor that connects the target, even a single sentence can accurately affect the target.

　　 is just like what scientists described "a butterfly flapping its wings can generate a storm on the other side of the ocean."

　　The only difference is that I will know exactly the scale, location, and effects of this storm.

　　 I don’t care how much possibility and power this talent has, I just have an unparalleled interest in its final form.

　　 I guess, this is because of the dream born in junior high school-to become a dynamicist, and it is working. I have always felt that the so-called "Frankenstein" who pursues the ultimate is a very glorious name.

　　In order to achieve the goal, an improved version of the coin toss game was included in the schedule.

　　Coins that have been confirmed to be hidden behind obstacles~IndoMTL.com~How can they be accurately hit? One step further is how to make an accurate hit after the coin rolls into the obstacle and continues to move?

　　 is mapped to shooting science, which is the use of ricochet and the indirect chain reaction of bullets to the target.

　　After finishing my schoolwork, I kept organizing the information until late at night. Before going to bed, I went to the kitchen to cook noodles for supper.

　　 I finished eating noodles and was about to smoke, Sakiya walked out of the room.

　　 The dim yellow wall lamp only covers the dining table. She hugged the rabbit puppet tightly, hiding in the shadow behind the lamp, standing quietly at the door, like a ghost.

　　 My eyes fell on the shadow, thinking I could see a weird shape, but there was only a chaotic darkness.

　　 "I heard my mother's voice again." Sakiya's voice seemed to float from a distance.

　　 From behind the open door, there were intermittent calls of quarks.

　　 "Quark is noisy."

　　 "I'm so hungry."

　　 "I'm afraid I can't help it."

　　 I listened to her in silence.

　　 "Agawa, let me sleep with you, okay?" Sakiya said.

　　 I put the cigarette back in my pocket, and Sakiya returned to the room. The room is air-conditioned and it feels as cool as late autumn. The wind blowing from the balcony rang the wind chimes by the door, and the crisp sound washed my soul.

　　 Although lying next to Sakiya, there is no reverie at all. Warmth came from the soft body under the sheets. I gently stroked her head, and her breathing soon weakened.

　　Sakuya, who was asleep, clutched my pajamas tightly, like a straw to avoid indulging.

　　 I closed my eyes and listened to the wind tones, until all my thoughts turned into a clear spring and flowed out quietly.