Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 77: Dark gray two

The criminals play with their masterpieces carefully in the dark, and enjoy the pleasure of revenge, venting, and control amidst exclaims and grief. He has an IQ above the average line, knows how to control the damage caused by explosions and arson, has surveyed the crime scene in advance, and has done it in a short period of time, but he has carefully observed and planned enough to know where is easy to observe, and will not let him The environment where he appears abrupt. He understands the victims to a certain extent. He knows that what he does will affect the innocent, but he doesn't care. He doesn't even care whether he can kill the victim, he just wants to release the anger, sadness, tyranny and despair in his heart.

　　 There was a commotion at the bottom of the building. The black heads were squeezed into one piece. Some people stopped and watched on the road separated by a wall. There were many people on the front and back of the building on the windows and stairs. I didn't see the figure that I thought existed among these people, but I had a feeling that he did not leave, and he was also looking for my figure in the crowd.

　　 I handed Sakiya to Zuojiang and separated from her. I decided to use myself as a bait to lure that guy out. If I were with Zuo Jiang, the guy who had seen the battle between Zhen Jiang and the devil might have retreated. His mind has collapsed, and his thinking circuit has become very different from ordinary people, but it is not impossible to think. He will follow his own principles and choose the weakest opponent in his own judgment.

　　 Therefore, as long as you find me alone, as long as he is still on the scene, he will definitely appear in front of me.

　　 I judged this and acted. Zuo Jiang didn't really leave either, just bypassing a certain distance to avoid being seen by the enemy of the connection between us.

　　 I pretended to be shocked and squeezed into the crowd downstairs. Fire trucks and ambulances hadn't arrived yet. The residents who had rushed downstairs to learn about the fire were in shock. When I saw it, I surrounded me and asked the whole story. I just pretended to be blank, and everyone couldn't help but scream.

　　 Someone speculated that it was a gas explosion, which was echoed by most people and blamed me for it. Because the place of the accident was my home, and the enemy was indeed coming towards me, everyone was just a pond fish that was affected. This reason cannot be stated clearly, so I can only smile wryly and prevaricate it with words like "be careful next time".

　　The floor where my house is located is on the sixth floor, and the burning flames spread upward, but the speed of spreading to the rooms below is not very fast. Residential buildings in the community have been around for quite a while, and the sound insulation is not good. A little loud noise will be spread to the public. I usually feel distressed about not having privacy rights, but now I have to be grateful. After reacting for the first time, most of the residents were able to escape, and even the neighboring house was not injured. They were choked for a while, their faces were blackened, and they were very embarrassed. Everyone hushed and asked each other, but they didn't see the people on the seventh floor.

　　 "The lights in those two houses are always black, maybe they haven't come back yet." A resident reminded.

　　The others nodded one after another, unwilling to think about what if someone was inside. But everyone knows that this is probably the case. The young people who live on the seventh floor are young people who have just moved. They often go out at night and have no children to take care of. It is reasonable to be away from home at this time.

　　 Seeing that the number of victims has not increased, the guilt in my heart has completely dissipated. After talking to everyone for a short while, I heard the sirens of police cars, fire engines and ambulances approaching quickly. The person I was looking for did not show up, so I just made an excuse and left the circle to the next possible ambush.

　　The residential building where my house is located is the closest to the community wall. Observing on the road is a good choice. You can clearly see the fire scene and make it easy to escape at any time. If it weren’t for me to check the status of the residents in the same building first, otherwise the road would be the first target.

　　When they came to the gate of the community, the police had already begun to intervene in the post-disaster management, and the crowd was dispersed outside the security zone. I came under the big tree facing the side of my building, and in front of me was a group of people watching the excitement. I didn't squeeze in, I just looked for a familiar figure in the crowd with my eyes.

　　 Just then, someone patted on the shoulder.

　　Who? When did you get behind me? Not aware of it at all.

　　 Flint and Light’s thoughts flashed across my head, I reflexively turned around and took out my gun, but my shoulder was gripped by a huge force, sore and painful, I couldn’t use it at all. The revolver was instantly taken away, and the sensation of being hit by a sharp object ran across the skin like an electric current.

　　 Familiar feeling, chills stand straight.

　　 I subconsciously ejected the dagger from the sleeve of my left hand, blocking it at the back waist, in the same place as the stabbed wound a few days ago. The attacker did it deliberately, even though the wound had healed long ago, there was a kind of phantom pain like a nightmare at this time.

　　 The sharp blade was blocked by the dagger, and it was wiped from the waist. The muscle was cut open, and it felt painful like being bitten by a vicious dog several times. The dagger stabbed the man back, and the sharp blade was immediately drawn back along the opening, and the wound was enlarged by a third.

　　 Metal clashes, with a crisp but low voice. I used my strength to jump forward, and the people behind did the same. The power from the weapon is so huge, I feel like I was pushed hard by someone, my body fluttering and turning around when I landed five meters away.

　　 The crowd behind me didn't notice the movement here, the noise was still loud, but strangely faded from my eardrums.

　　 There is only one guy in hooded sportswear, who also deliberately puts on his hat. Other existences, whether people, trees, or cars, are all meaningless scenes. The sound of wind blowing through the treetops is like the sound of wind leaking from the scenery.

　　 The brim of his hat was pressed very low, and his head was slightly lowered. He seemed to be weak, and he could vaguely see the chin hidden in the shadow. However, I knew he was staring at me, and those eyes of despair and hatred penetrated the shadow and the brim of the hat, and kept falling on me.

　　 is like burning.

　　 The kitchen knife in his left hand is dripping blood. The blade seems to have been used for a long time, and it has never been washed~ IndoMTL.com~ is full of flesh and blood stains. The right hand that should have been shot by me was intact, but it looked a little weird.

　　 I touched the injured area with my right hand, the tentacle was warm and wet.

　　 "White Well." I called out his name.

　　 He raised his head slightly, and the visible part extended from the chin to the tip of his nose. I almost thought I had confessed to the wrong person, it was quite horrible. The saggy skin was full of wrinkles and spots, and even peeled off in some places, only a trace of it hanging there. He scratched lightly with his hand, and the skin fell off, revealing pale flesh and blood.

　　 He didn't speak, and suddenly swung the kitchen knife, his body resembling an off-line doll, swayed a few times and fell forward. In the blink of an eye, the distance of nearly ten meters between us disappeared immediately.

　　 So fast! This word had just formed in his mind, and he had already raised the blade at an angle lower than his waist. I only had time to lift the dagger, and the half-moon-shaped blade light had passed between my chest and abdomen.

　　 is really a straightforward blow.

　　 I subconsciously sighed in surprise, took a step back, and immediately blood spattered from the wound.

　　 The wound is very deep. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I have already seen the back of Death.

　　 Shirai’s attack did not stop.

　　 Same as that time, no, stronger than that time. The shot is more sharp, refreshing, without hesitation, and the angle is more tricky, like having accumulated a lot of experience.

　　 is terrible, it is worthy of being a guy who has not become a magicweave messenger, but has successfully returned from the doomsday illusion.

　　 Even if there is no memory, in just a few days of completely releasing oneself, the instinct to kill and earn one's life has been completely integrated into the viciously strengthened body.

　　 has lost the constraints of ethics and physical self-defense mechanisms, as if to compress my future in this short time.