Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 565: Gas station

When the vehicle went all the way, the signs of stalling again appeared, and we had to take a short break. It was around 4 pm at this time. The originally bright weather became extraordinarily hazy under the impact of the impact. There were some things invisible to the naked eye in the air, which made the sky seem to be covered with a layer of gauze. My body was covered with gray. Sakuya wrapped in the whole material was not directly affected, but the other mercenaries could more or less feel the physical discomfort-from the beginning of breathing, it seemed that there was something rough and hot like burning charcoal from the respiratory tract, and even The skin's pores penetrated into the body, and the file of the second-level Mageweave messenger felt better. Ordinary people such as cleaners and Cheka immediately showed signs of inflammation and inflammation, and they have not improved until now. However, it is not without good news, "The radiation is beginning to fade." I stared at the data on the retina screen and told everyone. The physiques of the graystone enhancer Grey Fox and Quick Spear, who are in the middle of this team, confirmed this. They were still bleeding their noses before and had to put on a cloak with a certain degree of radiation resistance, and now they can take it off.

To be honest, although the secretive temperament that looks like a mysterious master appears when you cover your head, face and body with that kind of cloak, it feels cool, but the mercenaries feel that they can’t let go of their actions, The combat power has a great influence, and even makes them feel dull. After taking off the cloak, the two of them could not wait to get rid of the moldy application and threw the cloak back into the trunk, whistled happily, and said colorful jokes such as "real men don't wear condoms". The female mercenaries didn't mind at all, and instead mocked a few more explicit statements. It is the first time for the team to have such a relaxed atmosphere after seeing the power of the Nazis. These people who have spent many years begging for life on the battlefield are more able to withstand pressure and self-regulate than most people think.

I know that these fighters have more or less psychological and spiritual problems, but most of their problems appear in a stress-free and peaceful environment. On the contrary, they will bring unexpected surprises in a harsh combat environment. benefit. Naturally, I also have mental and spiritual problems. Moreover, it doesn't seem to help me in a combat environment. If there are no assistive items, such as the help of brain and hardware, people like me. It's probably inferior to them in terms of endurance.

Of course. This kind of thinking is just a hypothesis. The brain hardware is something that actually exists in my body. The biggest difference between me and Gao Chuan in the past is that I can hardly imagine it. What is the situation when I don't have a prosthetic body and a brain hardware. For me, these two things are essential elements for the structure of who I am today. In the case of the last Gao Chuan, even if he has no righteous body, he loses his brain hardware, for him. He was still normal, because he didn't have such a thing in the first place. But for me, if I don’t have a brain and a prosthetic body, I’m not a normal self, because these things were born with me, and for me, they are things that are taken for granted—just like a healthy normal person. Will you use "the self who has lost limbs or internal organs" as a reference for comparison with another strong and healthy person?

"Go!" After checking the engine with the file. While pressing down the car cover and giving orders, everyone got into the car before she patted the legs of her trousers and put on a pair of sunglasses. Get into the cab of the off-road vehicle where Sakiya and I are. The place where we fell from the **** was not the starting point of the dirt road. This man-made road, on the opposite side of the direction we were heading, also meandered out of view. If there is no map, it is impossible to imagine. It goes straight to the outside of the mountain, and the distance between the end of the road and the wilderness road is no more than 100 meters. At this time, the road ahead in front of us is an ascending ramp. After 50 meters, we will drill into the other side of the mountain wall. According to the scale on the map data, as long as you pass the other end of the mountain wall, it is not before entering the tunnel. The iconic gas station is not far away.

It’s really hard to understand, if there weren’t that anomalous area, would someone build a lakeside villa specially in such a wild place with a gas station? I may not feel it when I first understand it, but if you really think about it, you will find that if there is no special situation, there will be a gas station and an old villa in this kind of place, which is quite strange. The thing-it's almost the same as the necessary background in a horror movie.

"Maybe people who work at gas stations--ha, if there are people." The gray fox's voice came from the walkie-talkie with electric noise. "Maybe it's an ugly and terrifying guy."

The other mercenaries all laughed knowingly, but I thought this joke was a bit cold, and Sakiya didn’t laugh. In the state of gray transformation, she almost lost the breath of a normal person. That one replaced The Rorschach inked mask on the face makes the scalp numb the more I stare. The file seemed to glance at her inadvertently, and the smile that had originally been spring breeze stiffened, and it seemed that the grey fox's words were no longer funny.

"Maybe that's the case." The file muttered to himself. I agree with this a little bit. Guys who have something to do with "mystery" will always unconsciously say some jokes that seem to be jokes for themselves and others, but will eventually come true—this is also an intuition. The manifestation of, and, from a certain angle, confirms how profound the influence of the power of consciousness and sensory forms on this world is.

Since knowing what the structure of this doomsday environment looks like, I have been skeptical of all material theories in this world—it is true that many ordinary things, like common sense, seem to be normal. The following can also be explained by scientific theories. Fundamental physics such as the law of mass-energy and Newtonian mechanics are also working, but are these seemingly normal things just an illusion of perception? It's just because the observers themselves, or most people, everyone thinks it works like this, so it's like this? Because I think it conforms to the theorem, does it conform to the theorem when it is verified?

If you completely exclude what you have learned in the past, what has become a habit of observing the world from a perspective, what will you see? If the doomsday patients who frame this world completely lose common sense, then what will this world become? I am sometimes full of interest in these whimsical ideas that are basically impossible to exist. However, when it comes to completely excluding my common sense and habits, I can't do it myself, and it's hard to imagine anyone can do it. Therefore, I never thought that one day I would know the answers to these questions.

The file was after glancing at Sakiya's strange masked face. It seems that I have also thought of the common situation in "mystery" such as "feeling is existence", so the smile will suddenly freeze.

The convoy turned along the dirt road and passed the mountain wall. After another 100 meters, the gas station that was about to verify the gray fox's joke was in sight. Along the way, except for the bumps of the mountain road. And beyond the impact from Las Vegas. Our actions can be said to have gone well. However, the anomalies that have been encountered and those that are about to be encountered make people unable to completely relax. Even the previous smoothness seems to indicate that some trouble is approaching. Quiet mountain forests, narrow dirt roads, and seemingly abandoned gas stations. Distorted their original shape in the feeling of anxiety, and continued to strengthen the texture of this anxiety-when the appearance of the gas station was magnified in front of the eyes, the breathing sound from the walkie-talkie was a bit sluggish.

The appearance of the gas station is rather shabby and shabby, with two rusty gas dispensers standing five or six meters away from the dirt road. These rust and peeling paint. At first glance, it gives people the feeling of lack of maintenance for a long time. The styles are also quite old, enough to make people wonder whether they can still work, whether there is still stock in the fuel tank, and whether the texture can be used for current vehicles. Fortunately, we are not here to refuel, just to check if there are people walking by-the staff room is behind the refueling machine, and the home of the two has a crooked and slanted fence, which seems to be surrounded by a vegetable field. Look like. It is completely different from the official gas station in the city. The house was also made of wood. The corners of the house were covered with mud and moss. It was dirty and shabby. From the glass windows, you could see the messy debris inside, which gave a preliminary impression. It's not like there are still people living in it.

However, we got out of the car, carried the firearms, and walked towards the house in a vigilant posture. On the way, the four people except me, Sakiya, and the file circulated from both sides. "Hello! Is anyone there?" The file greeted him angrily. What responded to her was a moment of silence that made people unable to relax. With this feeling, we came to the door, and the file yelled a few more times. After receiving no response, she turned her face and motioned to me with her eyes. I nodded slightly in response. Sakiya was already facing the window. When I walked, the file was about to open the door with violence, and the door of the wooden house "slammed" ahead of time and was pushed open by a force.

The figure shook at the door, and the file had pointed the muzzle at the guy before the other party made a sound. "Hi!" The man said out, but he didn't seem to be taken aback. He was just a little surprised. "Does your mother teach you to greet people like this?" The man said in a teaching tone, and then opened the door. Pushed away completely, without the panic of being pointed at by the gun. This man can’t tell how old he is, because his appearance really confirms the gray fox’s jokes. It is extremely ugly. After being burnt with sulfuric acid, the exposed muscles grow a lot of fine sarcomas and hair like pockmarks. It's all gone, and when people see it, the heart seems to be scratched hard, and they don't want to look at it again. His height is only a little higher than Sakiya, and his body is extremely thin, and he seems to have little strength. However, the kind of like no one else, he doesn't care about being pointed at by the gun, and his mouth is constantly chewing, but it is full of ordinary people. The ruffian.

"I said, when do you want to point me at me with this frightening thing?" The man who came out of the room glanced around at the mercenaries who were encircling him, turned his head to the file, and used it without hesitation The palm of the hand moved the muzzle away.

"Are you the person in charge here?" The file looked at him and hung the muzzle down, but the muscles all over his body showed no signs of relaxation.

"Is this unclear?" The ugly man flashed his ID on the blue work clothes. "Who else do you think will come to this horrible place to grab work?"

"Maybe." The file said in an ambiguous tone.

"What about you? What's your background?" The ugly man looked at us coldly, "Anyway, it's not like a good person, but I don't care who you are. If you want to work hard, do it yourself, your luck Okay, I only come here once a week."

"You don't live here? Whose gas station is this?" asked the file.

"Of course it's not mine. I'm just in charge of management. I only get a salary of 1,000 yuan a month. I still get a full-time job in the city." The ugly man said mockingly, chewing something in his mouth. Spit on the ground, bringing out a pool of purplish red saliva, "Damn, I really don't live in this ghost place. As for the owner of this gas station. Ha, who knows where that guy died? Anyway. The gas station built locally is a money-loser. Maybe that guy doesn’t remember it, but he didn’t forget to pay my salary to my account."

The file carefully looked at the ugly man, and everyone else looked at him sharply. However. These are full of unimaginable pressures for people who have never experienced the battlefield, or even the brutal battles faced by these mercenaries, but they have not been able to overwhelm the opponent at all. I can see it very clearly. This man was just as he showed, no matter whether he had good eyes or slight changes in his physiology, there was no fluctuation at all—as if he could not feel the pressure at all, and he was not facing the muzzle of a soldier. It's a bunch of toys that don't know the so-called.

However, it is this kind of indifferent attitude that in itself is an anomaly enough to make people suspicious, but it is not certain whether the other party is really short-sighted. There is always such a supporting role in horror films to set off the stupidity of the protagonist. Whether the character is a decent or a villain, his existence is a warning. Almost all viewers of the film can realize this. However, the protagonist is absolutely unaware of it, or will always ignore the other party due to certain factors, and will regret it until the truth comes out. It stands to reason that this kind of movie routine character appears alive in front of you, which is already amazing. Everyone thinks that they will not fall into the same stupidity as the protagonist of the movie. However, when we stand in front of this ugly man and experience the same development as the plot of the movie. But he can't be determined to be as wise as a spectator thinks.

No matter what the true identity of this ugly man is guessed, there is no way to be sure. What role does he play in the upcoming adventure, and it is even impossible to be sure that he will really appear as an important supporting role, not a passerby. Indeed, he seems to be full of coincidences, and it seems to be an inevitable existence and attitude that makes people suspicious, but who can be sure that he will really do what we think he will do?

Judging the situation based on feelings. This is the way of behavior that is often relied on when facing the "mystery". However, in this ugly man, the "feeling" itself is becoming ambiguous, and all abnormalities cannot be determined before they happen. NS.

The file and I communicated with my eyes, whether to knock him unconscious here, or even kill him. The ugly man didn't pay attention to us at all, walked to the tanker with an impatient expression, and took off the oil gun. Shouted to the other mercenaries: "Which one of you wants to cheer? Don't dare, I'm leaving soon."

"Where are you going?" the cleaner asked.

"You can go anywhere. You know about Las Vegas. Ah, anyway, you are from there. It's really dangerous. I don't think there will be any good things to stay here. ." The ugly man complained groaningly.

"Unfortunately, our oil is still full." When mercenaries have sufficient supplies of their own supplies, of course they will not accept foreign things. Who knows if it will be a trap, "But, you know Is the villa on the other side of the lake?"

"The villa? I saw it after passing through the tunnel." The ugly man said with a stinky face when he heard that we didn't cheer.

"Have you been there?" asked the file~IndoMTL.com~I have been to several times, but basically no one can be seen. "The ugly man said: "This gas station was originally set up for people going there. The last time I saw someone go there was probably years ago. After saying a few words, his expression brought a sneer, "I advise you to go back as soon as possible. There is a haunted house, people in the past, I have never seen them come back. Of course, maybe I missed it. No police have been here anyway, at least I have not been verified. "

"In other words, it has been abandoned for a long time?" Cheka's confirmation was only exchanged for a cold snort.

"Who is the owner of the house?" File asked.

"Who knows, I don't care about this. These days, there are a lot of people who have eaten and supported themselves doing some thankless things in such a place." The ugly man smiled maliciously. Throw the oil gun back to the rack, "If you want to ask about things over there, don't come to me. I don't want to join in, and there is nothing you want to know. If you want to buy something, go to the house and have a look. Maybe there is something in hand. ."

"The map, about that area, and the map of this mountainous area, we have to go through here and get to the other side." said the file.