Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 880: Walk away like the wind

Who are you?

I am Gao Chuan.

I look around at these people in work uniforms, and I feel calm. where is this place? Who are these people? I don't even know, I don't even understand how I got here. My last memory is fixed in the endless night of Valpus, staying at the time when Zhenjiang entered my body. I still remember that before the consciousness came to a halt, a man in a wheelchair came to me. In front of him, he seemed to have realized the existence of "Jiang".

Then he was eroded by "Jiang".

What happened after that? There are no fragments in my memory. When I can observe again and my mind turns again, I am already standing here. I don't remember that I fell asleep, and I don't know if I closed my eyes, let alone experienced the "unobservable darkness". My time is missing.

I understand that this must be an abnormality guided by "Jiang". I felt my body carefully, but I could no longer perceive its existence. However, an extremely strong sense of fulfillment and the joy of being free from the cage permeated every cell. I can't be sure of my state at this time, but I understand that my current self is completely different from the self who stayed in Valpus's night before.

In the process of self-observation, many familiar, complicated, and inexplicable things spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain, resurgence in feelings. I ignored the onlookers, stretched out my arms and squeezed my fists. From the fingertips to the wrists, from every muscle, to the whole body, from the nerves to the brain, every piece of information generated by my instinct made me subconsciously affirm-yes, I am back again, truly back to the fantasy world of apocalypse middle.

No longer a phantom, no longer a personality tumor. It is a real and independent Gaochuan. I am Gao Chuan. Long, long ago, Gao Chuan was killed by the final weapon in another doomsday illusion. After returning to the hospital, he found that he was just a sick boy who could only sit in a wheelchair.

My time is interrupted on the night of Valpus. But it was connected with the moment of his death.

There are many issues to think about, including another case of mine, but before that, the troubles that must be resolved have already been waiting impatiently in front of them. I never underestimate these troubles. There will always be many incredible mysteries in this world, which will bring you unexpected pain when you are indifferent, but I don’t think highly of these people who are eager to move, because my state is the best state—— The state of dying in the hands of the final weapon.

I have no clothes or weapons on my body. Quark is not by his side, and "Jiang" has disappeared, but what about it? There are still three diamond-shaped magic patterns imprinted on the inside of my wrist.

So, when the combatants armed to the teeth slowly approached, I once again said to them: "I am Gao Chuan, the third-level Mageweave Envoy Gao Chuan. Are you sure, are you going to fight me here? "I don't mind hitting them, I don't mind killing them, but what's the point? A long, long time ago, I no longer caused unnecessary harm to people in this world. I know how sad I feel when I look at them from a "reality" perspective. I know that no matter what role they play, they cannot escape a tragic fate.

For these people, death is not a complete relief. And in a sense. My situation is the same as that of them. Death will not make me free.

We are just a group of people with the same illness. I don't want to kill them when I have a choice. I hope that I will never have to kill them.

I hope they will give me a choice without killing them.

I am very strong. I know the secrets they may never know. I stand on a high place and look down at them. I exhausted my whole body and the deterrence of my eyes to warn them. I calmly watched these armed men stopping by the pool, their numbers, surrounding the pool so airtight, but what's the use? In the observation perspective of the chain judgment, they are full of gaps, everywhere are the directions of my attack, the retreat paths of retreat, and those routes that they find impossible to pass, to me, are like spacious avenues.

I walked towards the pool, and the water dragged my body, making me feel a long-lost feeling of stagnation. Such a clear, real feeling made me slow down, savoring and chewing. , To feel. The sound of the water clashed, and the people around had recovered from the previous shock. I scanned their faces, just like countless times in the past, through their expressions, whispers, eyes, and every time. Interaction, to guess their minds, their calculations, their plans, a large amount of information is integrated in my mind, and their deployment also confirms the conclusions I have reached.

These people are a bit of a rat avoidance device. They are obviously familiar with "mystery" and understand the term "third-level magicweave messenger" and what kind of power it represents. The surrounding equipment makes this huge room full of the taste of a test field, and my appearance is not the result of these people's research projects. Their surprise and suspicion are not just why I am here, but also because of my identity-Gao Chuan.

They know who "Gaochuan" is. I think they know another me.

These details are enough to make me guess their identity——

"Is this a cyberball?" I asked, and didn't stop walking towards the pool, even though the armed men were already shouting and making some threatening expressions. A long, long time ago... I seem to have encountered many times, similar to the present situation, where the enemy was few and the enemy was few, but the enemies at that time were not as hesitant as these people now. They were decisive, fearless, and full of all kinds of beliefs, as if they were about to burn their souls, fighting against me and my friends.

I remembered, the goat guild that relied on the psychedelic "paradise" to expand its power, the white well whose body was destroyed by the drug, induced the heavy peaks summoned by the devil, in the huge dark underground base, sniped and killed I and the warriors of the Doomsday Truth sect of all the Internet players live in seclusion in remote towns in Europe, trying to complete the "Holy Land" of Mar Jones's house. My life is like a revolving lantern, spinning before my eyes, seen through these phantoms. The cautious, armed men surrounded by the pool now seem to wipe their guns and catch fire if they are not careful. From the bottom of my heart, there is a sigh of time.

Although, in the boundary line, in the night of Valpus, I also recalled the past because of having too much leisure time, but it has never been like the present. There is a feeling of confusion. My time is connected with my past, but until now, I suddenly realized that the colors of those scenes have become mottled.

Neither did I think about it. He actually accepted all this calmly.

There is no hostility in my heart.

"Yes, this is Cyberball. Who are you?" A researcher who seemed to be a high-ranking researcher asked before and added: "You are not Gaochuan. Don't use a fake identity. Fool us."

His words sounded really interesting to me. I couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's a pity that I am Gaochuan. Even if the Gaochuan you know is standing here, I must admit that I am Gaochuan."

The researcher acting as the representative frowned. He seemed to think I was quite uncooperative, so. The armed men once again made a silent threat—they raised their guns.

However, "Bullets are not effective for me." I said to them: "If there are no third-level Mageweave messengers or other characters of the same quality, then it is better to advise you not to rush to do it."

"This is no ordinary firearm." The head of the armed man—the only man with a coat of arms on his breastplate—takes off his helmet, raises his hand, and makes a "Slow down" gesture. "This is especially developed for you people. I advise you not to underestimate us." Although he said that, his actions showed at a minimum that he didn't want to cause trouble. Representatives of researchers. The old man with gray hair looked a little dissatisfied, but he didn't speak any more.

The tacit understanding between the two parties looks pretty good. I thought, clinging to the edge of the pool and jumping ashore, if it weren't for the boss's previous gestures, the armed personnel staying here would definitely not let go of their positions so easily.

"Are there any clothes?" I asked them, and a researcher took off his white lab coat and threw it at my feet.

I looked around at these people, and the vigilance on their faces still didn't fade. Even if you don’t use chain judgment and observation, I’m absolutely certain that when they were relieved before, they must have applied for support from the outside world. Judging from the elapsed time and the past understanding of cyberball, at this moment, in this room Inside and out, it must have been heavily sealed up. Although invisible to the naked eye, the number of combatants hiding in the dark must be several times more than what you see in front of your eyes. Moreover, not just "ordinary people with special weapons", they must have a higher-end "mystery".

The characteristics of the third-level magicweave messenger, I didn't hide it from the beginning.

The maximum range of the interlocking judgment is fifty meters. I follow each particle floating in the airflow, and in their mutual collision, I outline the details in this area. Twenty-three research workers, fifty-three combatants, thirty people appearing in front of them with fanfare, and at least one centurion team are coming here. The shock caused by their footsteps, although slight, But it was caught by the chain decision.

One enemy to one hundred? I thought, there was no throbbing in my heart, and no other emotions, because this kind of situation is already familiar. I looked at the muzzles next to me, which were almost on my body, followed the outline of the gun body, and examined the armaments of these soldiers-very familiar styles, but compared to the ones in my memory, it was a little bit awkward and bulky, probably Is it a model that has just been developed? From the point of view of the structure, the performance in all aspects, as well as the cost-effectiveness of the manufacturing process, are worse than those in memory.

"S mechanism?" I asked, staring at the raised part of the gun, like a drum.

"...How did you know?" The leader in charge of these soldiers asked quietly. When I met his eyes, he felt something unstable from the bottom of his eyes.

"Is it just researched out? Is it still called the s mechanism? It is really nostalgic." I did not answer directly, and continued to ask: "Has the Rubik's Cube system been manufactured?"

The leader of the soldier suddenly put on his helmet, and the armor-like protective suit made him appear heavy and bloated, but he was full of an incomparable sense of strength. His actions triggered the actions of other soldiers. The researchers began to retreat quickly under the protection and guidance of some soldiers. This was not a friendly behavior.

Even so, I still don’t plan to stop them in advance. Since I feel I must leave, I should leave. All have left, so the remaining people are the real "warriors"-if they are warriors, whether they are killed or killed others, there is no complaint.

The expression of the soldier leader was blocked by the hideous metal helmet mask and goggles. I can't confirm what he wants to do, but in fact, there is no need to confirm it. Both experience and instinct made me smell the smell of gunpowder that gradually became stronger.

"...It seems that the Rubik's Cube system is indeed on the research plan. How about ky3000? Has it been assembled? No. According to the progress, the serial number of the first developed sample should be a bit earlier, right? Ky1000?" I observe the details of every movement of these people, the visual limitation of normal people is meaningless to me, and my strength has no dead ends.

"Who the **** are you!?" The soldier still spoke. His electronic sound converted by the sound generator was cold and without the slightest emotion. It made people feel that there was no human body under the armor. The metal armor itself was the body of this creature.

"You want to say, it's not honest. You have to suffer, right?" I said quietly while wearing the buttons of my white coat, "Actually, I think this sentence should be made by me. "

"This is the network ball!" the opponent insisted coldly. I fully understand what he meant. However, the identity of cyberball does not make me scrupulous at all, and it is impossible for me to be afraid of avoiding it. These people feel that they are strong enough. It is possible to make all the unkind people hit the iron plate, but I understand my strength better than them.

"Unless you call Father Xi Sen, or masters of the same level, the number is meaningless." I once again urged them.

The answer to me was a sneer, and the electronic sound said: "I will let you understand that the third-level magicweave messenger is not qualified to be wild here."

As soon as his voice fell, the soldiers' fingers on the trigger had begun to bend slightly-in this extremely short time, the chain judgment had captured enough information-their will to use violence was already very firm , These people now can be slightly equated with those in my memory.

Before the hammer of the gun fell, when the people in the dark were ready to make up for the loopholes in the attack, before the door of the room was pushed open by the rushing troops of hundreds of people, the fortifications stood on a seemingly empty plane. When they rolled out, swelled, and connected to each other, an invisible high-speed passage was winding and interspersed between them——

Quick sweep--

I galloped in a slow world, through the muzzle, through the gap in the encirclement. The air trembled around me like water waves.

The actions of the soldiers seemed to freeze. Their eyes were staring at the direction behind me when I passed them. When the elongated and dull gunfire sounded, The trajectory of the bullet points to an unmanned ground.

The visible exit is being blocked by the slowly falling gate. It must be very fast to replace it with the normal passage of time, but in my observations, it is still too slow. To rush out of this room, one had to rush through the newly arrived centurion team head-on. They were shooting at the same time as the soldiers surrounding the pool. Before I passed through them, the overwhelming bullets had slowly slipped from the front.

Yes, slide. This is the bullet speed I am observing. The trajectory of the trajectory is presented in front of my eyes through the chain judgment. What I want to do is no different from what I did in the past-using the speed drop of the bullet and Through the trajectory gap, find a safe zone that ordinary people can never enter.

The invisible high-speed passage is twisted like life. I interspersed in the gap of the ballistic. The feeling of running makes me stupefied. The sense of speed on the ground gives me a wonderful sense of sight. I should have been so familiar with all of this, but there was a faint sense of freshness, as if the ship striding through the storm stopped, and my feet stepped on the land again, just like the sky seen through the bars of a prison. , And the sky seen outside the prison, is not the same blue.

I stretched out my hand and stuck the soldier in front of me by the throat. He was as rigid as a wooden man. I dragged him to tear open the line of defense, and then threw it away. He slammed his colleague back heavily. When the scene of the car turning on its back appeared, I had already crossed the encirclement circle and shoveled out from under the gate.

When I stopped~IndoMTL.com~ there was only a heavy landing behind me.

Touch——

The huge metal gate seemed to be disconnected, slamming heavily on the ground.

Outside the door is a long passage, wide enough for a truck, and one room is next to each other. Just observing the style of the doorway, it is absolutely impossible to distinguish their respective functions. And in this passage, there are still many people coming and going, probably because the previous hundred people's team was too much, many people with hesitation and curiosity, are exploring their heads here. However, compared to those who watched the crowds, those who seemed more threatening still acted as a reserve team, and did not follow the other soldiers who entered the room with the Centurion.

and--

I looked at the five men with inconsistent clothes among the soldiers. On the inside of their wrists, there are two prismatic patterns that spread out like flying wings.

Only them, wearing only a black tights, without any metal armor.

Level 2 Mageweave Envoys, five. (To be continued...)