Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 56: Vicious resurrection

An ordinary storage room, juxtaposed the size of two beds. There are calendars of beautiful beach models on the wall. In addition, brooms, mops, garbage shovel, flushing hoses, air fresheners are placed in their respective positions. There is a tin cabinet, plastered with advertising papers from our shop, there are several sets of cleaners in it, and a yellow magazine at the bottom.

　　 I picked up a pornographic magazine. It was a foreign publication that I had never seen before.

　　Before this, the largest magazine I have ever seen was a bright photo in the darkest corner of a small bookstore. The pretending women wore bathing suits to bathe, which was heartbeat and blushing. But the ones in front of me are bolder and more delicate than those, and pay more attention to the curves and secrets of the body.

　　 I shoved the magazine into my armor in a grandiose way.

　　 Other than that, there is nothing special at first glance.

　　 But the hat man came out from here. This is not a place to live in, and he is not a cleaner.

　　 According to the structure, if there is any mechanism, it must be something inconvenient to move.

　　 Or rather, objects that can move easily at a glance, but are actually limited to a certain track.

　　 I opened all the cabinets and fumbled for the bumps in them. Step on every piece of wooden floor vigorously. Move all objects that seem to be removable to the other side.

　　 When trying to remove the wall calendar, I found that it was not hung on the wall, but the back was glued to the wall.

　　 I touched the calendar from top to bottom with my hand.

　　 It was found that there was a slight bump on the left chest of the beautiful model on the beach.

　　 is not the original wall calendar made like this.

　　 I turned the current page. The bumpy position on the next page is the left eye of another model.

　　 This eye looks like a picture at first, but as long as you change the angle and use light, you can see the non-paper-like luster.

　　 A lens similar to a cat’s eye.

　　 I moved my eyes up and saw the golden section demon symbol of the Goat Guild appearing across the left eye lens.

　　 But just looking at it has no effect.

　　 I tentatively pressed it hard.

　　 A sense of embedding with weak elasticity.

　　 There was a slight motor noise from the transom, and the room shook and started to move downward.

　　 The speed gradually increases, with a slight sense of weightlessness.

　　 That's how it is.

The 　　 storage room itself is an elevator leading to a hidden basement.

　　 Taking advantage of the emptiness of the room, I rearranged the weapons, unloaded the magazines of the collected pistols, and then threw away the empty guns, leaving only two pistols in the most comfortable position.

　　 About five seconds, the weightlessness disappeared quickly, as if the floor was pressing against the foot.

　　 arrived.

　　 I stepped forward to open the red door, when suddenly something caught my ankle.

　　The heart beats sharply.

　　 But the brain does not generate fear currents.

　　As if emotional and physical reactions have been separated.

　　 The things that grabbed me have more power than ordinary adults.

　　 hissing voice came from under him, with a sense of familiarity.

　　 I turned my head and looked down, the dead man in uniform twisted his body like a spasm, grabbed my ankle, and pulled up the body that had lost an ankle. His facial features are distorted, bleeding ceaselessly, and his weird smile is as rigid as his face, opening his mouth like a mockery as if he could feel my sight.

　　 Like a dislocated jaw, it was opened wide and bite up.

　　 Although I didn't suffer any substantial damage through the shoes, my heart beats even more desperately. I wiggled my leg to try to throw it away, but it hugged it tightly, biting the shoe, and didn't mean to let go. I kicked it on the head with the other foot, but even if the face was broken, I couldn't stop it from moving.

　　 Extraordinary strength, without fear of pain, like an unconscious machine, acting persistently and monotonously. There is only one word that can describe this alien existence-the walking dead.

　　 The hat man’s last words are at least one point right.

　　His body is resurrected.

　　 Is this the sequelae of taking the psychedelic drug "Paradise"?

　　 Thinking of the obsessional ecstasy before his death, his mood calmed down, but he couldn't help but feel compassion. What an ugly and pathetic gesture this is.

　　 He said he saw the devil.

　　 This is really a gift from the devil.

　　 I drew a gun and shot it in the head. There was no significant effect. Even if a hole was opened in the head shell, the monster that lost all of its brain would not stop moving.

　　 I pulled out the dagger, pressed its head, and cut off the neck completely.

　　 The corpse that had lost its head finally calmed down, then turned to ashes, and collapsed inward with a frustrating sound. Then it turned into a circling gray mist and flew into the palm of my hand.

　　 I stared at the greystone in my palm and put it in my pocket.

　　 took the pistol and pushed open the red door.

　　 What catches your eyes is a fairly spacious auditorium. The huge murals spread from the four walls all the way to the top of the sky. If you focus on the details, it is like a list of individual paintings, but all of them are included in the eye, but they strangely constitute the only magnificent space.

　　 That is the scene of ancient people welcoming the end.

　　 Kneel down, weep, fight, and die.

　　 an altered human body, a charging knight, and a sheep-headed demon with a trident and wings on its back.

　　A clock made up of eyes, a desert on a huge body, a skull made up of limbs.

　　 Unparalleled shock and weirdness.

　　The idol is not a human or a demon, but an object that looks like a cross and a swastika. The red carpet stretched from under my feet to the preaching stage. Rows of benches are arranged in a fan-like pattern, with human heads and crows.

　　A boy who looked about my age, dressed in a priest's costume, led the people to pray behind the preaching platform. They prayed in a language that I had never heard of before, and their heads hanging down were full of reverence, as if they didn't even notice the intruder.

　　" Flesh and flesh are like grass and trees, and glory is like an evening flower. The grass will wither and the flower will wither. However, death is not the end, just like the truth forever."

Father 　　 ends in a language I can understand, and looks up at me.

　　 I think, I read it right.

　　 is the student named Luan Zhong.

　　 His unforgettable stagnant pool of empty eyes ~ IndoMTL.com~ in the black priest's costume, exuding a strange and peaceful temperament.

　　 It seems that the entire air has become extremely clear.

　　 is so clear that there is no fight.

　　 is so clear without any impurities.

　　 is so clear that there is no life.

　　 is more pure than dead silence.

　　 is so pure as to completely dissolve everything in the world.

　　 "Who are you? Visitor." Despite being pointed at by my gun, he still said in a very calm tone.

　　 He is not afraid of me. This is a matter of course. This is his site. There are dozens of believers between me and him who turned around and looked at me.

　　 are all hat men in uniforms, but their hats are resting on their laps.

　　The hostile sight seems to be able to scorch the air.

　　 In response, I did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

　　 Loud gunfire reverberated in the auditorium, and in a moment, the scorching air caused a commotion. The believers stood up one after another, and a few even leaped towards the preaching platform reflexively, but their priests did not need protection.

　　 Without tilting his head, he aimed the bullet at the center of his eyebrows and brushed his face, took away a few strands of hair, and hit the metal idol with a crisp sound.

　　 I did not deliberately missed the shot, nor do I think it was a mistake.

　　 I can see very clearly that the bullet suddenly slipped and deviated from the track when it was approaching him.

　　 is really lucky, no one here is afraid of ordinary pistol bullets.

　　 I heard the hoarse voice of the murderer Takakawa.

　　 "Just say hello."

　　Rite and return, Father Luanzhong calmly raised his right hand.

　　 Brush Brush——

　　 The muzzles of dozens of black holes pointed at me like a hornet's nest.

　　 "Shoot."