Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 487: Alien Space
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When the building plunged into darkness, screams of horror were heard everywhere. [No pop-up window**] The weird world has already overwhelmed the hearts of ordinary people. The power supply system and lighting equipment seem to be scrapped after being cleared by unknown forces. However, even the shaky light, While making people nervous, it can also give light to some comfort. Now, these flickering lights are completely paralyzed, like tearing the tension of people's hearts. Amid the hysterical screams, the retina screen observed that many people seemed to suddenly lose their strength and suddenly sat down on the ground.
Everyone has a flustered and bewildered expression on their faces. They hope that someone can stand up and tell everyone what they should do now, but who can tell them what to do now? This is not an ordinary crisis situation, and everything will be fine without hiding or escaping from the building. Think about it carefully. Without any innocence, without any attackers, there is an indescribable world outside the building. Whether it is staying or going out, whether it is moving or staying in place, there is not enough evidence to explain it. Bad. This part-time job is like a nightmare. Apart from praying that it will end soon, there is no real "wise decision".
The lighter and mobile phone are lit up, and people are naturally gathered together, surrounded by fluorescent light, like slices of fireflies. Long Aotian and his party of seven finally got in touch with the ordinary people in the liquor store. They called on those who are interested to take action and form a team to the ground above their heads. No matter what reason Long Aotian used to explain the necessity of this decision, it was impossible for everyone to agree to this plan. But they don’t need to bring all of them, because that’s not realistic at all. They selected a few of the like-minded ordinary people who looked strong, physically strong and clear-headed as their companions, and formed a team of twenty people. Team. The youngest of these people are also high school students. The eldest are in their forties. Several of them have firearms. Most of them consider themselves good sportsmen and even extreme sports enthusiasts.
These people are not selected from this floor alone. I followed them, watching them ascend the stairs of the safe passage, persuading each other in the crowded areas on each floor. Among them were three high school girls in the Special Administrative Region of Japan I met while waiting for the elevator. They were surprised that they were called "Senior Sister" and "Aomi" with long straight black hair. All carry firearms. There was the slightest amount of shock and panic on their faces similar to those of the others. Facing this only status quo, she seemed very calm. Only the girl called "Madoka" looked a little bit ordinary.
The subsequent different performances of these three female high school students and the others attracted the attention of Long Aotian and his party, but the other people who joined the team earlier did not respond much to this. The expressions on the faces of ordinary people seemed to be Tell others. The one who should have been surprised has been surprised, even if an Ultraman or monster suddenly jumps out, it will not make things worse.
Long Aotian and his women carefully looked at the three female high school students, and finally agreed to add them to the team. During the period, I monitored their conversations and judged from them that they were also people who had been in contact with "mysteries", and even possessed "mysteries".
It’s just that they can’t judge their mysterious type. They don’t seem to be wizards, nor do they have magic patterns. Their bodies and bodies have not been strengthened by graystone. Although they are armed with firearms, they are in a good state of mind, but from the perspective of Eucharist quality. In other words, it is still not much different from ordinary people.
On the night of Valpus, they occasionally mentioned this name in their speech. This name is mentioned in the occult classics that Hakkei and Mori have also studied. Modern in the normal world. This is a traditional Swedish festival. People will hold a carnival on the night of April 30th. It is said that on this night, the power of life and the soul of the soul will overcome death and winter. As for the occult, the allusion to this festival comes from an old legend: the night between April 30th and May 1st every year. The devils and witches held a carnival on the top of Broken Mountain. …,
It is also a carnival, but modern festivals and occult interpretations show a completely different straightness: the key lies in the participants themselves, whether they are ordinary people or demons and witches. However, this essential difference has another explanation in Bajingkou: This difference reflects the duality of human beings. The devil and witch refer to the dark facade.
The night of Valpus is a kind of transformation in the view of the eight sceneries. People participating in the carnival will be exposed to "the magic of life" on this night. In occultism, women are always more susceptible to this kind of magical favor than men. Therefore, if something "abnormal" occurs, it is most likely to appear in women.
Therefore, the Night of Valpus is also called the Night of the Witch by the Eight Views.
Connecting the three high school students with the current abnormal environment from the viewpoint of Eight Views, it seems that some interesting conclusions can be drawn. If these three female high school students really hold mystery, then that kind of mystery can probably be called "Magic Girl", they seem to have experienced many similar mysterious events, and they have substituted the current abnormality into the stomach that they are familiar with. However, strictly speaking, this view is not wrong. Different branches of occultism have different names and explanations for the same situation. "There is no agreed theory, only similar phenomena." mí place.
Similarly, for the "gray fog incident" in my perception, people who do not know about the ruling bureau, but are really involved in it, must have different names in the eyes of those who are also regarded as "mysterious". Bar.
However, just like the "Magic Girls" who think that the "Witch's Night" in their scope of work is currently appearing, and the group of "Long Aotian" thinks it is "the first place called the gods", I also think of myself The cognition looks at this unusually upside-down world. This is also a kind of gray fog time, a large-scale temporary data hedge space. However, it is temporarily impossible to determine why there is such a huge in Las Vegas, it seems In essence, the temporary data hedging space is somewhat different from other large temporary data hedging spaces I have ever seen, and what is the origin of the creator? Is it a masterpiece of Doomsday Shinrikyo? Is it the base of other mysterious organizations? Or is it the remains of the ruling bureau lost in the war with the demons and the Goat Order?
Mr. Long Aotian seems to only know how to open this place, but he also doesn't know anything more specific. He is also a life form judged by the brain as a "suspected ng-god integration device", and he said before that he was inspired by some kind of inspiration. Does this mean that this upside-down world hides more about " ng the secret of "God Integration Device"?
The darkness and blur of the world outside the building must be due to the gray mí fog. Since the "microcomputer cells" who are looking at gathered here, there must be "demons". Maybe there are demons in this building already, so I took out a cigarette and lit it. Pull out the revolver and follow behind the group of people who continue to go up. Neither I nor them are in position to see each other directly with naked eyes. I listened to their footsteps, conversation and breathing, and they talked very happily. It is like deliberately using this pleasure to drive away the dark and depressive atmosphere in the safe passage. Count the floors passed before. If you want to reach the ground above you, you need to go up to the eighteenth floor. From the time when a group of people reaches the 20th floor, the number of people staying in the corridor is significantly reduced. On the nineteenth floor, those people who are leaning against each other in the corridor can no longer be seen, and the empty corridor is in a mess. Except for the portable lighting equipment in my hand, it was dark everywhere, and the air was filled with an incredible smell. Lightning from below occasionally pierced this gray curtain, but the shadow imprinted on the wall at that moment became even more so. Adds a frightening atmosphere. There is no smell of human beings. The people who should have lived together in groups just disappeared, and there was nothing left of them in the corridor. The door of the guest room was closed tightly, and there was no response even if they went up and knocked on the door. Someone slammed some of the doors open, but there were no people in the room, leaving only the quilt covers, pillows, clothing, quilts, etc. in the room that had been thrown into a mess. object. …,
No one knows exactly what happened, but judging from the furnishings in the room, it turns out that there is indeed another person living in it. After witnessing this unexplainable weird scene. Some people in the team became a little timid, and the restless atmosphere spread across the team. Everyone tried their best to make some jokes, but the ridiculous topics before became cold. Make the smiles on people's faces seem to be stiff.
Hiding in the shadows, I followed this team, witnessing them walking in the same corridor from full of longing to slightly timid, with wind and rain swaying in from the window. The body, body and heart began to become cold, and then. This negative emotion will be deleted by the brain hardware. I feel that as long as we have human emotions and are limited by our inherent cognition, no matter how we control them, this kind of negative emotions cannot be avoided. Mr. Long Aotian and his women, as well as the three high school girls who look like magical girls, must also be the same. This is not a matter that you can get used to how many times you have been on the battlefield, how many people have been killed, and how many mysterious incidents you have managed. . Human beings, no, not only human beings, but normal lives cannot resist the fear of ignorance.
I watched them walk into the safe passage again, bend down and pick up a promotional advertisement from the ground. When the lightning passed by, the credential hallway turned purple-red, and the promotion was originally liquor. Drinks were promoted in the store. Slogan, but my vision suddenly blurred. The fonts began to be distorted, with gray trails forming another image like some kind of text, but also like a gloomy face. This illusion that even the retinal screen is not immune to it disappeared after an instant, everything is still normal, but who knows?
When the team entered the eighteenth floor, not only did the humans in the group disappear without seeing anyone, but the building structure also changed significantly. The most surprising thing was that there were originally fixed-position safe passage entrances and exits. Each layer will appear in a different place, making it feel like some unexplainable force is preventing everyone from continuing to move upward. The elevator has stopped operating. Even if the elevator door is pushed open violently, you can only see the tunnels and cables connecting the upper and lower sides. Whether you look up or down, the light of the handheld lighting equipment will be submerged in darkness after ten meters. No one proposed to climb up the cable, which makes people feel very stupid, but to continue along the stairs of the safe passage, you must first find the entrance. The exit and the entrance have been separated. This is in the original Liquor. There is no such thing as boring wine in the store.
More importantly, everyone doesn’t know where the entrance to move forward will be. On the eighteenth floor, it was placed in the staff’s room, and on the seventeenth floor, it became a clutter. Room, and then on the sixteenth floor, he is inlaid in the women’s toilet. The only thing that makes people feel at ease is that in addition to the eerie atmosphere, the enemy that has not yet encountered surprises may be humans, or more likely to be something else. In short, according to everything I have seen before, and Mr. Long Aotian intentionally Unintentional reminder. It seems that everyone is mentally prepared.
Arriving on the fifteenth floor, someone screamed, and everyone else was taken aback, looking in the direction that person was looking at. That man is a liquor store security guard, he is lying on the window sill and looking down. Someone also made the same posture. But he didn't find anything that made him exclaim.
Then there was a "pop", like raw pork falling to the ground.
"Someone was on it, he just fell off." The security guard was calm and wanted everyone to explain.
"From the window?" Someone said with a questioning taste: "I also heard the sound of falling. However, it is impossible to fall to the ground from the window."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone turned the flashlight, and the light fell on the door not far from the group of people, where there was a woman in a red dress lying. He faces down. The body was twisted, unlike a natural fall, lying motionless on the ground, the wind brought some unknown smell, and a thin layer of liquid spreading around her under her body. …,
"Oh, my God..." Some women covered their mouths, but for a moment, everyone could see that this woman had lost her young life. The problem is that she seems to have fallen to death, perhaps because of the "pop" made before. However, the top of the corridor is only about three meters from the ground, and it is impossible to explain why the falling figure seen by the security guard was outside the window. The woman who fell to her death and the figure who fell from the building are basically two different things. But I don't know why, everyone seems to believe that there must be a certain connection between them, and this inexplicable connection is frightening.
As the blood spread on the floor under the woman, the dress looked red with her blood.
Mr. Long Aotian was the first to walk out of the crowd. When he came to the woman who had fallen to death, he used his mobile phone as a flashlight to illuminate the door of the room where the woman was. The house number was actually rusted, giving people an old feeling. The coating of the room number had fallen off, and the specific house number could not be determined.
So far, the calmest person in this team is undoubtedly Mr. Long Aotian. Women such as him and high school girls who seem to have been exposed to similar mysterious events can't conceal the shake in their hearts. He said before that he "felt the existence of God" in this world, but for others, perhaps replacing the devil with God would be more convincing.
Long Aotian turned the woman's corpse over and pulled away the long hair on her face. He seemed to have discovered something as the subject. On the retina screen, his body stiffened unnoticeably. However, he quickly stood up pretending to be nonchalant, saying that he had found nothing. The body seemed to be just a corpse.
The other people didn't lean on to check again, and urged each other to leave this weird layer quickly. After they started on the road again, I came to the woman and rechecked her body. I untied her clothes, explored her body, explored the twisted joints, determined the cause of death and the long hair that covered her face, observed her appearance, compared his figure and clothing, and a comparison window popped up automatically on the retina screen. Finally, it was very troublesome for a woman in Long Aotian's team to remember everyone in this team, but maybe Long Aotian also discovered that there was a woman in the team exactly like this corpse. Regardless of body shape, clothing or facial features, it seems to be reflected in a mold.
However, this corpse is not an illusion. She does exist. For the woman in Long Aotian's team, what is the connection between them? With this question in mind, I opened the door of the room next to her and lit up everything in the big international observation room. The house number is unnaturally old, and so is the furnishings in the room, but in terms of style and type, it is no different from other normal rooms in the hotel. However, when I shook the wall clock on the wall, I found that the timing on the retina screen and the hands of the wall clock were completely out of line. I didn't know when it would start, and the clock had stopped swinging.
According to this feeling, I pushed aside the other rooms to verify one by one, whether it was electronic or mechanical, the clocks in each room had stopped working. This kind of stop makes people feel that it is not that the clock is broken, but that something seems to be wrong with the time in this abnormal space.
When I felt that I could not find more clues if I stayed here~IndoMTL.com~ When I was about to catch up with the team ahead, I looked back inadvertently and suddenly found that the woman's body in front of the door was missing. I held the trigger with my index finger, while retreating in the direction of the team, while patrolling the surroundings, looking for the missing corpse, only when I knew that I had caught up with the troopy figure again, I was covered by a layer of darkness in the direction of the time when I came. On the side of the covered corridor, I saw a corner of the red skirt swinging in the wind.
The corners of the skirt appeared in the field of vision, then faded into the darkness, and when it came out again, it suddenly became a darker black than the darkness of the tulle. I blinked, and the outline of the female body, who had turned into a black dress, became clearer in the shadow of the corridor.
It seems to be looking at me, and it seems to be looking at the people behind me.
I don't know what it is, anyway, knowing that I will never see it again, and it has not launched an attack. (To be continued) m