Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 69: Tracking

Zuo Jiang still put on her underwear before going out. She once said jokingly, just go to the streets in a vacuum. Fu Jiang might do that, but Zuo Jiang said that it is impossible to tell the truth from the fake. When she put on her underwear in front of me, she kept complaining that the freshly dried clothes were not good for the skin.

　　 "I hope that the clothes store has the right size." I said while helping her button her back.

　　 But Zuo Jiang did not hold any hope.

　　 I don’t know if her underwear is designed in this way, or the size of her **** is too amazing. A large swath of flesh-colored squeezed out seems to break the buttons on the back.

　　 "It's annoying, it seems a little bigger."

　　 Go and apologize to washboards all over the world.

　　Although I wanted to say that, my body had a very honest physiological reaction, and it was unavoidable to be teased by Zuo Jiang again.

　　 It was already around three in the afternoon.

　　Because of the recent poor public security, there have been frequent accidents. Even in broad daylight, I still hid the revolver and dagger under my clothes, and Zuo Jiang also brought a travel bag containing the axe.

　　 On the way to the pedestrian street in the downtown business district by taxi, we passed the bar controlled by the Goat Guild. Zuo Jiang and I did not find any abnormalities. Those people are like vampires coming out at night, undercurrents surging in the night, so that the world can be peaceful in daylight.

　　The comfortable crowd shuttles like a stream, and the uncoordinated sound of everyday gears seems to be heard only by us.

　　 The breathtaking scenery.

　　 Pedestrian Street is also open today. Apart from the additional cameras and security posts, there is no sign of incidents. This area is a gathering place for clothing brand agency stores. Although there is a well-known comprehensive mall building in the city across the street, because the business in the comprehensive mall is also a private agency, the price and quality on both sides are not What is the difference.

　　Because I have to wear school uniforms six days a week, I have never cared much about the clothes brands. Classmates who have a sense of fashion claim that this is because they are behind the times and have not awakened. But even when I’m not going to school, I still wear school uniforms, or cheap sweatshirts bought from street stalls.

　　 Maybe as they say, I feel very slow in terms of trends and brands, and I also find those slurred English and Chinese names very difficult to remember.

　　For all the above reasons, I have been to this pedestrian street only a few times.

　　As the host, but can't lead the way for Zuojiang as a guest, even if it's not interested in weekdays, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed at this time.

　　 However, Zuo Jiang didn't seem to care at all, nor did he tease about it. He just held my arm and pointed all the way, without anxious expression. But because she is older than me at first glance, others will not think that we are lovers in love, more like brothers and sisters with excellent relationships.

　　 The plump squeezing sensation coming from the arm is heartwarming.

　　 Zuojiang is not Fujiang. When I was smoking, I couldn't help asking.

　　 "It's okay, you smoke." Zuo Jiang said indifferently, but she didn't seem to have any intention of smoking too.

　　 is really amazing, smoking addiction usually affects both the mind and the body at the same time, but in her body, it seems that after the change of personality, the body will also change in microseconds.

　　Women's clothes are much more expensive than I thought, and my food expenses were once again cut unconventionally. Although there is no need to complain, but the future life problems do need to be carefully considered. Whether you should find a short-term part-time job or not, it is understandable to put it on the agenda.

　　 "It seems that I have to work." Thinking like this, Zuo Jiang said as if in his heart, "Achuan is still a student, of course, as an adult, I have to solve the problem of living expenses by myself."

　　"But Zuojiang is a guest..."

　　 was pressed by her lips, blocking the words in her mouth.

　　 "It's not a guest." She smiled and said in a tone that would be life-threatening for opponents, "I'm not a guest, Achuan, am I?"

　　 "Uh, uh." I can only nod.

　　"So, what should I do?" Zuo Jiang began to think, "How about going to that bar to be a waiter? The salary must be good, and you can also monitor their actions by the way."

　　 "Resolutely oppose!"

　　 "If Achuan objects, there will be no way." She sighed very regretfully, as if she was serious about the previous proposal.

　　 "In short, if Zuo Jiang decides to work, I won't stop it." After all, he just came out of the mental hospital, maybe this is an opportunity to reintegrate into society, "However, where you want to go must be carefully considered. That kind of non-disruptive place is definitely not good."

　　 "Yes, yes."

　　 just talked about the content of part-time job, and went to the underwear shop Zuojiang fancyed, but there was still no constructive result. I think about it very seriously, but Zuo Jiang is always perfunctory.

　　 You can see the sample underwear styles in the outside window. The customers and salespersons in the store are all women, from junior high school students to middle-aged women. I felt embarrassed and said that I was smoking outside and waiting.

　　 "Achuan also come to help me refer to it."

　　 "You will be treated as a pervert by others."

　　 "No way, who cares when it's all ages."

　　 "I care."

　　"It’s a hard brain. It’s a welfare. No one can ask for it. Recently, the number of people participating in Singles’ Day is increasing day by day. You should be more active."

　　 Even if she said that, I would not go in.

　　 So he took a rest on the bench beside the flower bed outside the store. There were several male compatriots in similar situations beside him. They exchanged deep eyes and wry smiles, and cast awkward glances at the store from time to time.

　　As a temporary comrade on the same front, I took out cigarettes and distributed them to them. Because I can tell from my appearance that I am a student, they were obviously sluggish before taking the cigarette.

　　 "Actually, I am a top student." I said so, but as always, everyone showed disbelief.

　　 "Actually, smoking is not a good thing, but it's nothing." A man in his twenties said ~IndoMTL.com~ Poor learning is not a shameful thing. Everyone always has something good and bad. Things, many poor students who smoke in school can adapt to the environment quickly when they come to society. "

　　 Until Zuo Jiang came out, everyone began to demonstrate on this topic, and the atmosphere quickly heated up.

　　 "That's right." I wondered whether Sakiya would have been here as a girl, so I described her appearance without much hope, "Have you seen this girl?"

　　 They all said they hadn’t seen it.

　　 really doesn’t work. Maybe if there are photos, it’s more effective to post a missing person notice privately, but you can’t let the Goat Guild know that I’m also looking for Sakiya, so finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack.

　　 It seems that I still have to think about places that both me and her are deeply impressed.

　　 But Sakiya and I are most familiar with that park. After Sakiya killed Morino, that place must be lingering like a nightmare, and she is unlikely to return to that place again.

　　 In other words, I don't want her to go back there, because once she does that, it may be a sign that she is on the verge of collapse.

　　 She will end her life in that place, right?

　　 This is the worst ending.

　　 but other than that...

　　 was thinking, a shadow blocked the sun directly ahead.

　　 "Still thinking about Sakiya?" Zuo Jiang asked while standing there holding the paper bag.

　　 "Well, it's really worrying."

　　 "Does she know about the doomsday illusion?"

　　 "I showed her the diary, and she usually helps gather information."

　　"So...maybe she will be there, right?" Zuo Jiang showed a thoughtful expression.

　　 I stood up and took the bag in her hand.

　　 "Where?"

　　 "The place where you returned."