Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 579: The Darkness Strikes II

Darkness seems to have life. It keeps approaching the wooden house. The light that has not changed for a long time produces earth-shaking changes in just a dozen minutes. However, the sudden darkness cannot be pleasing. I look up. In the sky, the starry sky is not visible, because the decline of light is not caused by night. The darkness at night is not pure, because the light still exists, but the darkness surrounding the wooden house is beyond sight. This dark assault has an inexplicable force that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, forcing us to light the kerosene lamp brought out from the basement before it reaches the wooden house.

When the survivors staying in the living room lit the kerosene lamp, the dim, faint light made them look at ease for the first time. At this time, the survivors who remained in the living room were left with only three women-Tritty, Gregya, and Ikena. The other male survivors-Little Ham, Old Ham and Novsky resolutely When they ran upstairs, the initial attack by the file did not make them change their minds. However, although they violated the order of the file, the file does not seem to be prepared to do anything to them.

"Although they don't know what they think, they will change their minds." The file said, "There is only one reason for not changing their minds, and that is that they are dead." After a pause, they said to me. "I have warned them, haven't I? Since they are not afraid of threats and insist on insisting on their own ideas, why should we interfere with their ideas?" Her remarks seemed to be an excuse, because She could have imprisoned the three of them, and then rely on our strength to let everyone live-at least, the chance of messing around is greater than that of them, but in fact I don't care much.

As the file said, she has given them a choice, and they did make a choice of their own will. They knew the strength of the mercenaries, but they were not even afraid of death threats at hand. Then what is necessary to stop them? Maybe they really think it's better to be separated from us. But I know that they will never help them with the file.

"So, the three people here are the ones most likely to be the children of destiny?" I scanned Tritty, Gregya, and Akna who were sitting around the kerosene lamp.

"Let’s not mention the son of destiny, we don’t even know what it is for." The file asked me and Sakiya who were sitting next to her: "What do you think the enemy will take? Launch an attack?"

"It's nothing more than covering up with darkness." I said.

"No, I mean. Is the enemy swarming. Or sneaking in?" The file took a coin from her pocket and turned it over between her fingers. Naturally, she wouldn't really be bothered by this problem.

"I don't know." I said, "But. I think, at least not all enemies can be destroyed by bullets."

"An illusion? Or a ghost? A demon?" The file hooked the corner of his mouth disdainfully: "The guy who manipulates all of this can't help but know who we are, but I still play this one. Prove that they still Not sure about our energy... With whom did you say Father Xi Sen has teamed up with?"

"The Fifty-first District is in Las Vegas." I said, "Grega said it."

The expression on the file was a little serious, and he said, "Then, this time we might encounter them. However, whether it is Father Xi Sen or them, they will not attack us. This is from the government. In one test, it seemed that they had a big plan that we needed to work together to complete. For the government, our appearance was probably out of plan. However, for Father Xi Sen and others, it is not necessarily true. "

"Even if we don’t know much about us, so we need to confirm it, but Father Xi Sen and the others are standing in front of them as a model. Therefore, the test specifications will not be too low." I continued her words: " Father Sisson, no, Father Sisson is too strong. So, if the fire escapes, they are also there. It should be based on the fire escape, and their 80% probability will put us below the standard."

"So, the preliminary assessment of our combat effectiveness is a file of a second-level Mageweave messenger that is slightly inferior to the fire, plus a Mr. Gaochuan who is close to the power of the second-level Mageweave messenger, two can't be on the table. The graystone fortifier of, there are two ordinary mercenaries, and the rest are ordinary people." The gaze of the file fell on Sakuya, "If the intensity of the next battle is only this level..." She shrugged, that If I haven't finished speaking, I feel the same-it's a farce.

If all the survivors obey the orders, the probability that everyone can live safely is almost 99%. Even now, those survivors are a little bit parted, but take a tougher attitude and force If **** is protected, this possibility will not drop by 90%. Frontal physical attacks have the lowest damage to us, and the attacks that are most likely to cause casualties come from the mental aspect-the mental state of the survivors is generally extremely poor.

So, the enemy's attack method is already obvious-there will be hallucinations and the like. For mental attacks, a part of the enemy is mixed with entities, through the method of interlacing the real and the virtual, to maximize the attack power under the established intensity. This is also a relatively comprehensive strength test method, and the loss to the tester will not be too great. In this crude man-made temporary data hedging space, it is almost entirely a method of obtaining materials on the spot.

"So, stay on until they give up increasing their forces?" I asked.

"Why did you do that?" The file was a little stunned. "Don't forget, this is not a test at all for us, but it is the best test for others. We don't need it. Too proactive, otherwise this test will be meaningless to the rookies."

"So, what are you going to do? If we don’t take the initiative, their pressure will rise straight, and they may not be able to sustain it. Even we can’t completely control the situation in the mystery, even if the mystery is now It seems so weak." I reminded me cautiously. After all, the essence of mystery is abnormal, variable, and incomprehensible. Although in the current analysis, we seem to be able to control the battle situation, in fact, in the changing mysterious battlefield. In the middle, even a slight change can take a person's life immediately, but the headache is that the mysterious change is the most elusive, and no one can be sure. Suddenly, there will be a straw that crushes the camel.

"Proactively attack." The file stared at the endless darkness outside the wooden house, and said, "Let's stay in the wooden house for a while to see what ghosts will appear, and then go find the guy who manipulates it. We actually don't have it. Too much time to wrestle with them. Who knows when the Nazis will find us. I don’t think. This simple anomaly belt can always be hidden under their noses."

I have nothing to say, the file's judgment is very correct, we have been here for too long, in fact. If this apparently test mutation goes beyond our inference, and it arrives a little later, the file and I will immediately give up this opportunity for the rookie recruits to further experience the mysterious battlefield, and go straight to the base of the behind-the-scenes. Although we have not determined their specific location, the scope of this temporary data hedge space is not large. It is also too crude. According to the comparison of the data obtained before and after entering, it is very likely that they are hiding in this temporary data hedging space. Even if they are really hiding in the normal world, remote control of everything that happens here is impossible. Too far, this temporary data hedging space has the same possibility of having access to the other party’s headquarters. In addition, since they have expectations of us, they will certainly not give up the opportunity to negotiate with us. So, no matter what, the probability that we can find them in this temporary data hedging space is almost 100%.

Darkness finally came to a place ten meters in front of the wooden house, and in this ten-meter zone, it went further. The darkness where the fingers were invisible was thicker, but closer to the wooden house, some things could still be seen vaguely—the dim kerosene light leaked out from the open doors and windows. Like a protective film, it resists the erosion of darkness tenaciously. Before the lights disappear, the darkness will probably be overwhelming.

The trio of Tridy, Gregya, and Ekna gathered around the kerosene lamp, realizing this situation, their expressions couldn't help but relax, but Sakiya said in a unique low voice beside me To: "Come!" As soon as her voice fell, when a gust of wind suddenly entered the room, causing the flame of the kerosene lamp to tremble sharply, their faces instantly turned pale.

"Damn it, what wind is this?" Tridi stood up suddenly, staring at the direction of the wind. In the deep darkness, there was no movement, but the wind suddenly appeared and disappeared after a while. There is no process of strengthening and weakening at all, making people intuitively feel something is wrong-this is like a notice, a warning, and a sign. The cleaner and Cheka, the two elite fighters who have survived on the ordinary battlefield all year round, should also feel like this. Their shoulders tightened faster than everyone else. However, after seeing wrestlers, gray foxes and fast When the gun did not show more, they all pressed down and did not take any further action. When they asked for the file's opinion with their eyes, Cui Di had already walked to the window, raised the muzzle and swept a few shots out of the window, and then released the plug that fixed the window sash.

The sudden sound of gunfire caused some commotion on the second floor, but it soon became quiet again. The silence was creepy, and there was no more movement outside the wooden house. Before everyone moved further, another unannounced gust of wind was blowing. From the dark depths outside the wooden house, a string of "rusting" sounds, like the sound of the wind blowing on the treetops, and something like The sound of anomalous things snaking and snaking, accompanied by a strong wind, hits the wooden house.

"Boom!" The window sash that was unplugged was closed forcefully. Naturally, it wasn't Cui Di's doing it, it should be the wind, but with such a strange atmosphere floating like this, it gave people a sense of being shut down by some invisible and mysterious power. Ikena's face was frightened and pale, and when the sound of closing the window sounded, she jumped up suddenly and almost touched the kerosene lamp.

Akna stared stiffly at Tritty, closing the window and closing the plug. The shadow of the kerosene lamp stretched on the wall, shaking gently. Tritty's movements were swift, but when she turned around, her face was also very pale, and she was obviously taken aback.

"Don't you close all the doors and windows?" She said stiffly to the file. I think she might be thinking that it was definitely not a good idea to open all the doors and windows before, but the file is the expert, so Until this time, she did not speak out her complaint.

Cui Di doesn't know why the file made this decision, and most of the current shocks that everyone is receiving are actually the file's indulgentness. Tridi and Gregya are among the best survivors in terms of mental stability and exposure to mystery. However, the phenomenon caused by a gust of wind still makes their expressions bad, which proves to some extent. , They have a very strong sense of fear of mystery. However, to resist mysterious forces and deal with mysterious events, terror is of no use, and they should be vigilant. But there should be no fear. I can keep them out of the way in the future. There is not much expectation about the possibility of re-living the lives of ordinary people, because even if they are not willing, they have been involved too deeply after returning from the ruling bureau. If they don't want to continue to lead an abnormal life, they should have given up looking for their lost memories.

Whether they prefer it or not, since they are all destined to deal with the mystery, the sooner they can get rid of the fear of the mystery, the better. They need more experience like going to a horror movie, until they get used to it or become numb-Battle Royale is like a nightmare for them, but what they face is only the horror created by the doomsday truth cult, for the mysterious In the world, the doomsday truth is not all.

"Why don't you see what's going on outside the window you closed?" In response to Cui Di's question, File just asked flatly.

Tritty looked at the window with a puzzled expression on her face. But her eyes were erratic, as if the words of the file made her hesitate to observe the outside world through the window. Before she went up, Gregya took the lead, stopped three steps outside the window, and took another step forward slowly. Two steps, but still seemingly unable to see what's outside, he put his head on the glass again. The dim light illuminates her back. Her face was reflected on the glass, and the flames flickered. Everyone staring at Gregya saw it. On the glass window, beside her reflection, a silhouette suddenly dangled-another face, but it was definitely not Gregya's.

Akna screamed. Gregya didn't seem to notice the weird face, but was frightened by Akna's scream. After a few backs, she came back to her senses. , Staring at Akona with a pale face, and asked loudly: "What are you doing?"

"Me, me, window, window..." Ikena stammered almost breathlessly.

"Something was on the window just now." Tritty helped Aikena answer, and quickly walked to the window to observe.

"But I didn't see anything." Gregya said uncomfortably, and glared at Akona, but she was a little dejected.

"Everyone else has seen it." Tritty said behind her back, and then said: "Nothing has changed, no, wait..." She seemed to have discovered something, and said in an uncertain tone: "Darkness …Darkness is approaching?" After that, he turned around abruptly, looked at the kerosene lamp, and said to himself: "Because the light can't show through?"

"Did you think of this?" I asked the file softly.

The file smiled weirdly and replied softly: "The blind cat hit a dead mouse." Sakiya who was staying with us immediately made a "puff", and the file and I subconsciously turned our eyes to her. I thought, was she amused? Of course, in the state of gray transformation, Sakuya would laugh, and even I saw it for the first time, but the first thought that came up was not her accidental performance, but—"Your smile is really low. Ms. Sakuya." The file said with a serious face, and then, Sakiya couldn't help but let out a "puff".

The file and I looked at each other, really wondering what was so funny. Would normal Sakuya think these words are funny? I can't find more examples when I trace back my memory and the last Gaochuan.

On the other hand, Tritty is still waiting for instructions from me and the file, but of course she can't get it, because the current situation is actually a deliberate test for them. They must find a way to get through the anomaly, until the development of the matter, according to the plan of the file to enter the next stage. Of course, I will not completely let Cui Di and Gregya ignore them~IndoMTL.com~ At least, I will let them survive. On this premise, I hope they don’t know this, so as to get better Experience.

The rustling sound rang again, and Tritty finally decided to close all the windows, leaving only the door. The mercenaries once again asked for instructions on the file with their eyes, but the file still did not show, but in Tritty Before the three of Gregya and Ikena did this, the sound of closing the window came from the second floor. Unexpectedly, after the three male survivors went upstairs against the file's order, they did not close the windows in advance.

Then, when the three of Cui Di closed the window, there was gunshots from upstairs, followed by rude yelling. Hearing the voice, he knew it was Old Ham. He seemed to have discovered something. Soon, there was a rapid sound of footsteps, stepping on the floor and breaking into Old Ham's room, but then there was a nervous cry: "It's me! Novsky!" Then there was a gunshot.

"Fool!" Little Ham cursed unceremoniously.

Although we can imagine what happened, we haven't seen it with our own eyes. Because I don't care about what happened, I haven't turned on the chain judgment to observe the situation upstairs in real time.

"Have you started?" said the file, playing with the coin on his finger.