Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 571: Pressure inside the shell

The wooden house has no electrical equipment, no TV, no computer network, no lights and refrigerators, but there is a very shady and spacious basement, which stores the materials and tools needed for basic life. www.мdyzww.м.com. The survivors such as Tritty and Gregya lived in the wooden house like going back to the Middle Ages. They use wood to live and cook. There are not many types of meat and vegetarian food in the basement, but they are very fresh, making it feel that they were only prepared shortly before their arrival. Just as the entire temporary data hedging space gives people a feeling of time stopping, in the few days after the survivors arrived here, night has never come, but when I entered the basement with Tritdy, I found out. Kerosene and oil lamps, as well as weapons that are not used in daily life-daggers, swords, shields and armors, as well as six old shotguns and earthen shotguns, and a barrel of bullets.

"So, I think it’s a bit bad. Others probably feel the same way. The stuff here is not just placed here. Sooner or later, I will use it." Triti frowned, her face showing a slight anxiety. "Father Xi Sen is not here. Many people think that this is because his task has been completed. Then we can only rely on ourselves. The previous battle was only teaching, and this time it was an exam..." She turned her head to face I said, "Originally, we were the only candidates, but now maybe we have to add you. Mr. Gaochuan, what do you think?"

"If we are also within the scope of the test takers, then the person who arranged this exam must not be Father Xi Sen." I answered her, because even Father Xi Sen of the third-level half-magic envoy. He is not qualified to test the team of me and the file. No, it should be said that he would not think like this at all-only if he cannot confirm the strength of the opponent, he has to test the opponent, and Father Xi Sen understands our strength. .

Cui Di thought about it carefully. She lost the memory of the ruling bureau. She just read the relevant information and naturally couldn't have full confidence in us, although she said that she believed in Father Xi Sen. And Father Xi Sen believes in us, so she believes in us, but I still feel that her confidence is not as strong as she herself imagined. Her previous actions have proved this to me in details that she did not even notice.

Maybe, the supervisor's will and the objective situation factors make her have to trust us, but the anxiety hidden deep in her heart is like a strong undercurrent. When agitated, ripples will appear on the surface of the lake. These ripples, she did not have a right eye. In other words, I don’t want to look straight.

"What do they want us to do?" The "them" in Cui Di's mouth does not have the exact body, but neither she nor I understand that there must be this "them", and Father Sisson must also be One of the "them" cannot represent the "them" group.

"Unable to judge, you know too little information. However, it must be dangerous. Things that require someone like Father Sisson to intervene must be very tricky. Besides, it seems that he is not enough now." By analyzing the hardware, I was able to perceive the dangers hidden behind this series of events in the first place. "They are using a series of dangerous behaviors to create fighters who can face more dangerous situations. Although there is not enough evidence, I think it has something to do with the Nazis who appeared in Las Vegas."

"You mean..." Tritty hesitated. "Are we going to fight those Nazis?"

"Probably, in fact, maybe they need something in the hands of the Nazis, so someone must take those things." I answered, picking up a portable oil lamp, which has been filled with kerosene and was smoked. In the yellow lampshade, a strong smell of kerosene wafted out, and even the handle was a bit greasy. The brain hardware is running at high speed, trying to find clues to prove this idea from what happened to us and Cui Di and others-not to find the clues and then speculate the possibility, but to determine the possibility first. Try to find clues to support it. This approach is of course full of risks, but the speed of confirming the results is fast enough. If it is not that there are too few clues to spell out a complete image, and there is not enough time, I would not use this kind of thinking logic.

Everything Tritty said to us made me feel strongly that the Las Vegas incident did not end because of the Nazis’ decaying attacks. On the contrary, the war has just begun, and the real counterattack has always been Brewing. In the normal world, everything the American government does in front of the people, including the layout of the temporary combat command headquarters, is nothing more than a deceptive smog. Faced with an enemy that has long been determined to return, I have learned from all aspects of what this enemy is trying to do. How can it be unprepared to do some "mystery"? I have heard that the organization to which Zou Huo belongs, the second largest organization in the West after Doomsday Shinrikyo, has a connection with the government, or that it is because of its connection with the government that it can be in the Doomsday Shinrikyo. It developed into such a scale under pressure. This proves that the national government is not completely ignorant of "mystery." Since governments of various countries have a tacit understanding on the issue of Nazi ghosts, it is impossible for a government to block everything that it knows within its own country.

The appearance of the Son of Destiny, clearly in the human society, is like a white mouse in a glass bottle. Encountered the perseverance of the Doomsday Truth Cult, there are still seven ordinary people who can survive-the feeling that Tritty and others are in the battle royale, and the situation she described all show that there must be some kind of powerful power In suppressing American government departments and Doomsday Shinrikyo, this force is cruel, discreet, and penetrates into all aspects of human society. Therefore, the Doomsday Truth Sect is indeed the most powerful mysterious organization in the West, but the power that supports Cui Di and others cannot be easily taken down by the Doomsday Truth Sect.

For the forces that meet these characteristics, except for government departments and mysterious organizations related to government departments, I can't think of a more suitable role.

I did not inform Cui Di of this inference in detail. The weight that an ordinary person can bear is limited, and Cui Di's state is not suitable for her to know the details. Although she didn't know how big the shadow was over her, she couldn't help feeling anxious and fearful. However, she obviously couldn't imagine it too serious, because she survived and didn't have enough intelligence-just a harsh but indestructible environment can not make people produce more imagination than she can bear. There is no dead end in front of Tritty.

Tritty is anxious, fearful, but not completely desperate. I think this will allow her to further stimulate her potential and let her in the horror that is bound to come next. Get a greater chance of survival.

Tritty didn't ask too much. Maybe she was subconsciously aware that knowing too much would be bad for herself. She has tried several times from various angles to see if she will really get our help. I am not impatient. At this point, I can be sure that even if there is no brain hardware, she will not feel that way. Because. I think I like people like Tritty, even. Everything about her, regardless of her aptitude, or her situation, is enough to give me a strong sense of substitution-isn't I in reality the same as Cui Di here? Not particularly smart, nor particularly strong, but facing a person who is anxious, fearful, and unable to see the shady in the depths. The situation is even worse. As a patient who will die at any time, both physically and mentally, he is already overwhelmed, and he must also pin his hopes in some ethereal, almost delusional theories.

No matter how lively and powerful you are in this world, it is something you only have in this world. But I imagined that I could bring this powerful self into reality, defeat those enemies who don't know how powerful, and become a hero for some important people. Obviously, this is as naive as a child. But, besides sticking to this naive dream, what else can I do?

Including me, "Gaochuan" is like a gas engine, compressing and burning itself in silence, and finally emits a sharp sound, but after that, in addition to data, Nothing will be left. I don’t know when it will end all of this. I also imagined and hoped that the plan this time could really end everything — no, I think, after this time, some things will indeed end, because, The body in reality has reached the critical point of complete collapse.

The Cui Di I saw was like seeing her own shadow, a reflection reflected in a haha ​​mirror. I don’t know whether to help her or how much to help her, but I know that I want to see her succeed in living and accomplish what she wants to do—no matter what she wants to do, or, in fact, there is nothing too much. Many thoughts, just hoping to return to normal.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was lost again. With her back to me, Tritti struggling to remove the stacked wooden boxes, and said to me, "Thank you, please." She was referring to the crowbar placed aside. After further confirming from me that the danger is coming, she Decided to distribute all the weapons and let everyone have a good meal. She was obviously no longer convinced at this time that Father Xi Sen said "It's safe here". No, it should be said. She knew that the safe vacation was over after meeting us. However, she said to me, "I'm not sure if others will agree."

The best weapons, the best food, all stayed in the basement, it was not accidental, nor was there anything wrong, it was not found, it was just a choice made by the survivors-it was like a hint, They had had enough and would rather give up thinking and just trust Father Xi Sen's words.

"It's a terrible team, isn't it?" Tritty refused to let me help. She vented and pushed the crowbar into the upper lid of the wooden box. He stepped on the box and hit the ground to pry the lid up. "I Several times, I felt that I was not good enough, but when I saw those people who were more useless, I felt that I could do better."

"Where's Gregya?" I asked as I leaned against the wooden pole beside her, watching her busy.

"Ha, Gregya?" Tritty put the crowbar on the ground, turned her eyes, looked at me and said, "I think she doesn't need others to worry about than I do." Although her tone was a bit like a joke, But her eyes are serious, "I think she likes this kind of life."

This answer is not beyond my expectation. She has such a tendency in the ruling bureau.

"So, what about you? Tritty, would you like to join the Whisperer?" I asked in a smooth voice.

"I may be the son of destiny." Tritty laughed. "If I were, I would probably be an important person. The name of the son of destiny sounds like that." I understand her The implied meaning. If she is the son of the predicted destiny, those people can't let her go easily. However, I think she underestimated the whisperer, so under the control of my brain hardware, I deliberately sneered.

"In this world, maybe there is something blocking my will, but it must not be those people, including Father Xi Sen."

Tritty was a little surprised, she seemed to think I was talking about something arrogant. After looking at me repeatedly for a long time, she said in a joking tone: "Okay, if I can survive, and you take Father Xi Sen..." She paused, and added: "Also let us change. If those people who have to be like this give a big beating."

"Father Sisson, they and the Nazis?" I confirmed seriously.

Cui Di didn't look at me, shrugged, took out a package of sealed bacon from the wooden box, carried me and said, "Don't be so serious, Mr. Gaochuan. It's just a joke."

"I'm serious." I said this slowly, getting up and walking towards the stairs with the kerosene lamp. I feel. Tritty looked over from behind, but I didn't look back to confirm, nor did I hear her voice again. I don't know how serious her promise is, but I have already decided to beat all those guys severely in the name of the whisperer.

I walked into the hall, and the file that was busy arranging the defense was directing the mercenaries to work. Although mercenaries all know which strikes are the most effective when facing normal enemies, the enemies we have to face should not attack us by normal means. After adding the "mystery" component, there is no longer a fixed theory to build defenses. Even if the files are arranged in person, it is only based on experience and qualifications. It's just to boost everyone's confidence. The mercenaries, including the newly added cleaners and Chekas, know this, but are willing to use these actions that don't seem to be of much use. To stabilize your mentality in the battle.

Gregya and Sakiya watched with relish, watching me walk in, Gregya looked behind me for a moment, and asked strangely: "Where is Tritty?"

"Still in the basement." I replied, and then asked Sakiya to go to the basement to help Cui Di. Sakiya himself had no objection, but the other women on the scene stared at me, and the file said, "You are not Have you volunteered to help?"

"I suddenly realized that I am not the best one." I replied with an innocent expression, but in exchange for a lot of unpredictable sights. However, even if they ridicule a few words, it is impossible to make any changes, and Sakiya is even less likely to pay attention to them. Since she maintained her gray transformation state, she has become more and more independent. I don't quite understand why she hasn't changed back to normal, but after she said that there was no problem, I couldn't persuade her to lift the transformation.

The people who stayed in the living room returned to their original trajectory. I put the kerosene lamp on the coffee table, Gregya played with it, and said to me, "They still don't want to come out." They pointed out naturally. It was the other lucky ones who locked themselves in their rooms. They were still playing cards on this coffee table before we arrived, but now they are reluctant to come out of the room, as if they were very reluctant to see us.

"They are running away." The young man came out of the kitchen and refilled my coffee cup. "They really don't trust me and Gregya much." There was a wry smile on his face, "I I feel that I still have to trouble Cui Di. Although I don't want to admit it, maybe only Cui Di can convince them." After a pause, he whispered softly: "I arrived here alive together..."

"It's because I got here alive." Gregya said forcefully, although the sentences are similar, but the meaning is completely opposite.

"...Yes, and Father Xi Sen said that it is safe here." The young man pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "I am not good at dealing with these people."

"Then violently enforce it." I said, "If they are left alone, when there is really trouble coming ~ IndoMTL.com~ Not only them, we will also have trouble." Disintegrating a team internally is the most common means when "mystery" appears. There are too many "mysteries" that can temporarily strengthen a person without the power of a chicken to the extent that it can cause trouble to the graystone enhancer. A recent example is the psychedelic "Paradise" made by "White Claudia". I have seen with my own eyes how powerful the eater of "Paradise" can be.

The young man stopped taking the coffee cup beside his mouth in amazement. Gregya nodded seriously and said, "Okay, I will take you over." The young man seemed to want to say something, his eyes were a little worried, but After hesitating for a while, after all, he still didn't express his thoughts.

"What's your name?" I stood up and asked the young man.

The young man was a little uneasy, but when he heard my question, he immediately replied: "My name is Novsky." Like his name, his features are full of Russian characteristics.

"Russian?" I confirmed.

"American," he said.

I nodded and took Gregya to the room of the other four survivors.

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