Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 754: Night Attack III

Weird movements are constantly emanating from the boundary line, and the monsters born out of human hearts have finally gradually formed. If I were the only person, I would be safe for a while, but the man in front of me, although he should have been exposed to "mystery", is still no better than ordinary people in psychology. Fear, pressure, and conjecture all touched the trap mechanism of this realm line little by little. However, then again, people who think in a normal way can't maintain a normal mind in such an atmosphere. No, it's not enough to just keep a normal mind. If you can't really accept the life of living in this kind of atmosphere, you will definitely be swallowed up by this kind of environment at some point.

The man finally couldn't hold back the pressure. He stared at a shadow and followed his gaze. I saw a dog's sharp mouth poking out from the darkness. There were several long and strange howls in the air, and it seemed that some black shadows galloping on all fours could be seen from the top of the building.

I didn't see exactly what it was, but the thing has already begun to surround us, just like a hunting hyena, it can attack at any time.

"So, can you answer my question?" I retracted my gaze and said to the man: "As long as you are alive, these things will be endless. After all, they are monsters born from your heart. That said, you can understand, right?"

"What's the problem?" The man withdrew his gaze around him and said to me with difficulty.

"..." Before asking the question, I already felt that it was not a time to calmly and talk. I shook my arms and the blades of the arms popped out. The sound of metal friction made me feel safe enough. , But the man on the other side was frightened and immediately took out the pistol and pointed at me: "Don't move! Otherwise I will shoot!"

"It's really stupid." I said, an invisible high-speed passage went right behind him, as I entered the quick sweep. A dark shadow rushed out from the top of the man's head and behind him, but his figure was relatively solidified in my Mercedes.

The change of the boundary line became sluggish, and the man stared straight at my original position. He didn't react at all. He was already in such a dangerous situation. The black shadow rushing towards him seemed like slow motion. His body fell, and the teeth of his open mouth were criss-crossed. The mouth of this dog occupies half of its physique, like a crocodile opening its mouth, with its upper and lower jaws drawn almost in a straight line.

This huge mouth is the most obvious part of this black shadow, and the rest is just a trail of black smoke.

For the time being, according to its appearance characteristics. Call it "black dogs". I don't know for the time being. These black dogs are a fixed representation of the monsters in this realm line, or the monsters born only because of this man are like this. My instinct is more inclined to the former.

I jumped over the man's head and cut the black dog that seemed to be hanging in the air to pieces. The hand feel is not very hard, but it is not like the emptiness of stabbing smoke. Some of them are like cutting soft cotton. If it is a blunt weapon attack, there is not enough speed, and it should not have any effect. Moreover, this loose touch and past experience also hinted to me that they wouldn't die immediately because of a mere cut off—a certain degree of immortality? Once such monsters increase in number. It will become very tricky.

However, even if I can't kill them completely, it doesn't prevent me from leaving. After all, our speed differs too much. I whirled my body, and before I landed, the blade was like a turbine, involving another black dog that was trying to attack the man from the back. When the man's body moved slightly, I had already swung the knife until the two black dogs chopped to pieces.

At the same time as the quick sweep is released. Vigorously waving the coat, the black dog, which was completely smoky after being broken, was blown to the wall in the blowing wind. Once it hit the wall, it immediately turned into sand and slipped against the wall. However, before landing, there was no trace left.

"Your muzzle is pointing in the wrong place." I said, standing behind the man. The man turned his head tremblingly. Although he did not see the scene, the ugly face that had just returned from the ghost gate has already let me know that his mentality is close to collapse-look at his cautiousness at first. Looks like, I thought his mentality would be harder.

"Then, what is that?" He asked in a trembling voice. This tone made me feel that although he hadn't had time to turn his head before, he seemed to "see" the process of the black dog attacking him.

"Did you... see it?" I asked calmly.

"Yes." the man said, "when I was very young, I could see some strange things."

"——No, I don’t think it has anything to do with seeing monsters and monsters when you were a kid. What happens here is just a dream that is so realistic that you will die." I asked "Have you used Paradise? The psychedelic effect of that thing is too strong, it will make people feel like in a dream all day." As far as I know, in the Goat Guild, not everyone takes it." "Paradise" addicts can have superpowers. Most of them are like stimulants. They can perform supernormal physical abilities, even like taking drugs. Because they can’t distinguish between facts and illusions, they can’t have a normal sense of fear. However, there is no sense of fear. Doubt, the guy who takes this medicine will have extreme emotional phenomena, which stimulates part of the consciousness. If this man is an addict and is taking "paradise" before being dragged into the border of entry, the border of today will become even more dangerous than I originally thought.

"What question do you want to ask? Hurry up, and then let me leave this ghost place!" The man opened his eyes wide and looked around sensitively. The death of the two black dogs made other weird movements worse. It's too big, although it seems to be bluffed for the time being, and didn't act immediately, but the next attack, there will be an overwhelming number.

"You recently came to a cadre called Luan Zhong." I said, "Tell me all the relevant things you know."

"To make a long story short, I know there is such a guy who really met him, but I don’t know if he is called Luanzhong." The man said hurriedly, "He had a In the field operation, all the people in charge above my level have followed. I don't know exactly what to do, but it's probably just that kind of thing, right? Recently, we have been collecting babies... "Speaking of which. He seemed to recall something unbearable, and suddenly he covered his mouth as if he was about to vomit, and said with a trembling voice: "I, I really oppose this kind of thing, but I. I was also forced." He held his head, as if recalling what had happened, he was about to collapse. To him, it seems that that kind of memory is more fearful than the current weird crisis.

Of course, I don't think so. His performance is normal. I don't think that, no matter in the past, the things he witnessed and participated in really caused him such deep remorse, guilt and conscientious rebuke. However, in this boundary line, the negative things are magnified, thus making the "weird" more powerful. Isn’t it a matter of course?

"Spare me, spare me, I really didn't mean it." The man murmured, staring behind me suddenly, with an expression of seeing a ghost. I didn't turn around, and the movement behind me kept suggesting that the man was not calling me. But--

I close my right eye, air-defense my body, and feel the existence of Zhenjiang through my left eye, and through Zhenjiang, I feel the "Jiang" deep in my heart, as if there is an invisible chain connecting the three of us. There is vague information that conveys my intuition through this connection, something that lies behind me. Although it exists, it is not directed at me. I felt it, the big one, full of visual impact. Indescribable posture, but don't look at it, don't deeply understand its existence, once I get in touch with this guy too deeply, maybe I will become a target.

It was a real monster, born from the heart of the man in front of him, and nourished by his negative emotions constantly magnified by the boundary line. Apart from the man in front of him, nothing could really solve it.

"Help, help me, help me!" The man raised his gun and shot, I didn't move, the bullet passed directly through my cheek, but there was no sound of hitting an object. The man's legs were weak in front of me, his nose and tears, he kept crawling backwards, he yelled at me as if to the monster behind me: "It's not me! I didn't do it, I didn't hurt you! You shouldn’t find me. Save me, save me, didn’t you say you want to let me go? Let me go!"

"Where is Luanzhong's assembly?" I continued to ask.

"In—" He hadn't finished his words, his voice had become incoherent, and it was as if he had been cut through his throat, he made a babble, no blood was seen, but his face was changing from lack of oxygen. Violet. In fact, if his mentality were a little more normal, he might have noticed that in this realm, there is actually no problem not breathing.

I know this man is dying, killed by the monster in his heart. I didn’t move. Although I was only a little bit close to reaching the clearest conclusion, for "Jiang", even if it was too late to "speak", no, it was just a clue that "I couldn't hear clearly". Go on. After all, if it wasn't for "Jiang" to be restricted by certain internal and external factors, maybe this man would not even have a chance to play. However, conversely, it is precisely because "Jiang" is constrained that things cannot always be done to the full, but it is more reassuring. After all, such "Jiang" represents "uncertainty." There is no doomed result, it is better than a doomed bad result.

So, so be it. Let this man be eaten by the monster in his heart, maybe it can reduce some monsters that appear because of him-especially the "invisible monster" that has turned from behind me to front of me, and let it disappear with the owner, Is the best way to deal with it.

The man was grabbed by the invisible monster, and his body swayed like a twitch when he mentioned the mid-air. His facial features were bleeding, and his eyes were about to be squeezed out. He was able to shoot at first, but after a breath, the strength to pull the trigger disappeared. His violent eyes suddenly turned to me, as if resenting me for not fulfilling my promise to let him leave the realm.

But, let’s not mention that he hasn’t had time to say everything he knows, even if he really confessed, the promise I want to fulfill is just a word game—I’m talking about "Let You go back", but since "you can't go back by yourself", there is no way.

"I will always remember you in my heart." I ignored the extremely strong and stinging negative emotions that burst out in his eyes at the end, and calmly looked at him, as I said.

The man made a gurgling noise, as if to say something, but only spit out a large amount of purple-black liquid and what seemed to be visceral fragments from his throat—these things seemed to be fermented, more than his body could hold. The part that remained in his body suddenly made his belly bulge like a woman who had been pregnant for months. Immediately afterwards, the belly was also pounded by some living thing from it. Look at the raised trace, like a baby's arm-it is really uncomfortable, it reminds of some disgusting scene, I hope they didn't really do that kind of thing, but that kind of cult organization would do it like this Things. Isn't it normal?

"Baby..." I said to myself: "Ritual, location..." There are already several lockable locations in my heart. After all, I don't think Luan is important to do something that is casual and does not produce large-scale vicious consequences, and the larger the scene, the stronger the effect is to be achieved. In a city, there are fewer eligible locations.

Although the time has passed and the situation in a doomsday illusion cannot be mechanically applied, I am not the little guy who just started at the time.

Only heard the sound of a water bag exploding, and the man's body was torn apart. Flesh and blood spattered out of the brain along with the dirt in the body, and from the splashed dirt, one after another baby arms came out. However, the body part of this monster does not have a specific shape, just a mass of muddy things twisted into constant shapes. The "invisible monster" that smashed the man's head stood in front of me, but the dirt diverged from its sides and rushed towards me. The blank part is somewhat outlined with a fuzzy outline of "invisible monsters".

I immediately launched a quick sweep, jumped to the street lamp aside, and jumped back to Zhenjiang again when the dirty purple-black liquid swept the light pole and climbed up. I thought to myself, I really don't want to cut this kind of dirty stuff with a knife. Zhenjiang turned around at the same time, grabbing something with his right hand, which he couldn't see with the naked eye. But the volume is huge, and there is a very heavy feeling-it's the "invisible monster" that has grown out of a man's heart, right? He didn't die with that person unexpectedly, and was close to our speed. It's really fast.

I didn't look back, because it was impossible for Zhenjiang to lose.

The heavy, huge, but invisible monster, when Mae turned around, was forcefully smashed against the purplish-black dirty monster that was coming. With a dull loud noise, the ground cracked into a spider web shape, while the earth and rocks splashed, the purple-black liquid was also smashed and scattered. Mae lowered his head and muttered to himself for a while, not knowing what he was talking about, his face was covered with long hair, and he looked very gloomy.

The ground shook a few times, and the huge invisible monster stood up, and the purple-black dirty monster entangled its body, wrapping a rough outline of its body shape. The two seemed to be ready to merge, but Mae suddenly rushed forward, his claw-like palms leaving deep marks on the outline. With a little bit of her feet, she rolled over the monster's head, and then, a crack appeared in the space behind the monster, as if it had been caught by Zhenjiang, and in the blink of an eye, the monster was completely swallowed.

From start to finish, a monster that should have been very powerful has no room to fight back—Mae’s fighting style has some deviations from my past perceptions. This kind of bursting and rhythmic action character should be Isn't it Fujiang's style?

"So—it's Fu Jiang?" I asked. The woman in front of her was inexplicably vague, as if she was covered by something translucent.

"That's right." At the same time the woman replied, her posture became clear again. Her dress has not changed much from before. However, Mae's gloomy, abnormal, neurotic aura is radiating out. Kind of beauty that is as healthy and tough as the body. She took out a rubber band from her pocket and tied her beautiful black hair into a ponytail. She turned around hurriedly, with a long-lost hearty smile, and said to me: "It's been a long time, my sweetheart." /

"It's been a long time since I saw you." I sighed, "Although I don't remember very clearly, but it seems that even the time since I died..."

"Really?" Fu Jiang smiled cheerfully, grabbed my shirt, and pulled me over, next to my face, with a tough expression saying, "I said it’s been a long time that I haven’t seen you. Do you have an opinion? Sweetheart~IndoMTL.com~ shouldn't there be any?"

"Of course not." I stared at Fu Jiang, pushed me with a strong emotion, and hugged her tightly: "I can still see you-it's great."

Fujiang was silent for a moment, pushed my head away, pulled my clothes, and lifted me up, biting my lips, his tongue stirred fiercely in my mouth. It took a long time to end this passionate kiss. She licked her lips and said, "It's still the past feeling, the original taste."

"Fujiang...My saliva is not a red pot of herbal tea." I said.

"I know, I know. Men don't pick words like that." Fu Jiang took my waist, glanced at the damaged ground, and looked around the surrounding environment. Even though the man had died cleanly and he would never survive in the normal world, the monsters that had been bred by his entry were still wandering in this realm.

"Huh, it's really an uncomfortable place." Fu Jiang complained, "I really don't understand why that guy likes this environment so much. Only the guy with a problem can live here for a long time." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)