Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 891: New beginning

In the evening, the air has gradually cooled down, and I walked along the street. Now I have no money, no ID card, only a researcher's white coat, and no shoes. I must look pretty desolate. Pedestrians on the road cast strange eyes at me from time to time. Whenever I pass by the traffic lights, I always feel that behind the camera placed above, I have a pair of eyes staring at me, but I don't care. The city still looks quite peaceful. Since the cyberball has such a base here, it is very likely that the entire city is under the surveillance of the cyberball, not only the cameras all over the city, but also the sky. Of satellites, all may be used by them.

The cyberball is a very large organization. Although the cyberball in this world is different in some respects compared to what I have known in the past, the position it occupies in this world and what it will be The height reached in the future should not be much different.

They can monitor most places in the world, especially important cities like London. If they want to get rid of this kind of surveillance, unless they completely paralyze the huge surveillance system, or seize control of the system, or enter temporary data I can't think of other ways to hedge the space. For me, none of these methods can do it, so trying to get rid of surveillance is a delusion. However, monitoring itself does not mean that I can restrict my actions. It is impossible for them to encircle me in this city. My swift raiding, the wider the space, the more freedom. They will definitely analyze my activities in the base in detail and come to the same conclusion.

Besides. We each step back, and that is not the most important enemy between each other. I don't know what the cyberball is doing now. However, I don't think they have time to deal with me who is not the most urgent outsider. The cyberball organization is too large, there are too many things to worry about, and there are even more difficult enemies peeping in secret. Although the city is still very peaceful for the time being, cyberball is not just about activities in this city.

I was thinking about where I should go. Cyberball didn't have the identity and funds to prepare for me in the first place. This reflects an attitude. I don't know the specific situation of this world yet. It will take some time to make some preparations for the next plan. Although "Jiang"'s actions have always been a bit neurotic, and I can't understand it, its behavior pattern is not simply explained from the perspective of human behavior, and I don't try to analyze it anymore. The only thing I'm sure about is. It actually has a very clear goal, and I know a little bit about this goal.

I don't know what its ultimate goal is, I can imagine it, but how correct are these imaginations? after all. I can't stand at its angle and height, and look at the problems that are bashing on my face. Even when I was half dead, and when I felt that I was beginning to "alienate", I still could only stand from the perspective of "humans" and think about humans. I always think. I can't understand Jiang for the rest of my life, but I love her. I love an existence that I cannot understand, and I cannot even determine from various theories whether the other person loves myself so deeply. I can only blindly and fully believe in it. How it feels, to this day, I Still can't describe it in words.

However, since I love her deeply, believe her, and think she must be so, with this kind of awareness that is not driven by reason but purely driven by sensibility, then, no matter how much I don’t understand, I will do it for her. The goals she wants-on the way to the end, the plan is a line, and each goal is the pearls tied to this line. I have already decided to pick these pearls for her. Although, I really don’t know how precious these pearls are.

I can imagine the preciousness of these pearls, but I have never felt that my imagination can actually measure the true value of these pearls to "Jiang". The attitude of "Jiang" is reflected in the various behaviors of grabbing pearls. It is very ambiguous. At least, I don't think that she must rely on my actions to get those things.

However, from the current situation, she really needs me to take the initiative.

I think this is like an unforgettable love test.

This drama seemed to change from a weird and cruel sci-fi drama to a weird romantic drama in an instant.

Even so, I am very happy that this kind of turning point has occurred in my adventure and that it will continue in the end. Do what you want to do and realize what you want to do, no matter how much pressure is on your face, how much pain is waiting for you, but how many people have such an opportunity and such a destiny?

I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath of the cold night air. This tangible feeling made my heart full of touch. Even passers-by who glanced over with strange eyes became cute.

I really don't care, how they look at me. Carrying a huge suitcase, carrying a mace wrapped in layers of black trash plastic bags, I walked down the end of the street that I didn't know where it led to. I know what I need now, but there is no eagerness in my heart. How long has it been for a person to walk alone on the street where neon lights and thousands of lights complement each other? I can’t remember it, maybe, it’s just that I don’t want to remember, even though the smell of the air, the atmosphere of the city, and the appearance of people are all so strange, but I can still smell the familiar smell—the richness is instantly visible. Feeling, enveloping me, warming my body.

The walls of the high-rise buildings at the crossroads are inlaid with huge screens, and advertisements are played back and forth, which I have never seen before. In terms of appearance and style, the technology of this world has not completely changed its appearance, but there are some more novel things. Even the appearance of streets and vehicles is different from the street scenes of London that I have seen on TV in the past. People's clothes probably have a very distinctive style that is different from what I knew in the past.

The scenery is different, but. There are also many things, and there is no qualitative change. When I was sitting on a chair in the corner of the square. The couple sitting at the other end of the chair immediately frowned and hurriedly left with a disgusting expression. Then, another young girl full of student taste took a bag of burgers and coke and sat down, eating and drinking without anyone else. . Said she was young, but she was also around twenty years old, much older than me. However, I still couldn't help but look at her with older eyes.

"What's the smell?" I asked suddenly.

The girl full of European style seemed a little surprised. She turned her head and looked at me for a few seconds, and then said slightly vigilantly: "What does it have to do with you?"

"Just asking." I smiled, indeed, I just asked casually, on many things. I can only be silent, but this does not mean that I don't need to communicate, don't like conversation, and hate to come into contact with unfamiliar things-an honor student will not resist change. Instead, learn to withstand and adapt to change. Here is a city I don’t know. People here are strangers, even the whole world. They all exude an incompatible taste, so. Only need to talk, observe, understand, and integrate. If you just simply fight and then fight, use your own strength to destroy every obstacle that resists yourself, then naturally you don't need to do these things. However, although I am also a fighter, I don't want to fight and fight as the only ones in my life.

London is a city I have never been to. Why not cherish this little peaceful time before the war comes? Even in such a time, for what I want to do, the situation I need to face is so insignificant.

The girl in front of me has a good appearance and figure. Even just looking at it, a pleasing woman will make her mood happy. My mood has always been like being chased by something, and my consciousness is like a giant mountain, making myself feel extremely heavy. I accept this, but I don't think I should stare at it all the time.

The girl next to her rolled her eyes, resisting further communication. I was not angry nor embarrassed. Her reaction was not unexpected. I didn't expect it. The other party was a weird person who was passionate about down-and-out strangers. However, when I stood up and was about to find a place to spend the night, the girl crumpled the bag and paper cup into a ball, threw it into the trash can next to it, and said to me, "You won't go home?"

"I don't have a home." I was a little surprised, but I still answered. Yes, there is no home for me in this world. On the far side of the ocean, the whispers of the Eight Views also exist, and Sakiya must also live in this world, but all of this belongs to another self. I am just a "Gao Chuan" born out of an accident. Simply speaking from the perspective of the doomsday illusion, my home, my family, and my friends have all disappeared with that world. The only one who accompanies me is the "Jiang" who is closely integrated with me no matter from which angle or level.

If I want to go back to the past and save everything I love, I must accept this fact and break the shackles that are bound to patients with doomsday syndrome from the "reality". Yes, the only way to get salvation and what to save is "reality". Even if I don't admit that it is "reality", I must accept it, think and fight from its perspective. I still remember that when I first entered the "reality", I always felt that it must be an illusion created by the enemy's conspiracy, and I always wanted to return to the doomsday illusion that was more "real" for myself. However, the world that is "real" to oneself will only appear in the memory.

I'm a little sad and want to cry, but I don't know why, no matter how painful I feel, I can't shed tears.

Perhaps, the last thing I need is tears.

"Are you an orphan? Have you been kicked out?" The girl stared at me and asked. She once again showed that squinting eyes and looked at me carefully, "How old are you? Sixteen?"

"Sixteen." I didn't know what she was thinking, nor did I wonder what she was thinking. The conversation itself is already very fulfilling and pleasant for me. I have been in the world of consciousness for a long, long time, and I have not communicated with people in such a peaceful time. I couldn't help but think that in the boundary line, there was a period of time to communicate with the hapless people who were accidentally involved, but that kind of communication, and the current communication. There is still a big difference.

"What about the school? Why did you come out dressed like this? Have you been bullied?" The girl's mouth was like a machine gun. "Are you going to be a beggar? There is no such young beggar in this country. Where are you from? Stowaway from Asia? Your English is pretty good. At least you can hear what is being said."

What can I say? Even if you make an excuse, you will soon notice it. I just came into this world, and I don't get along well with everything here. There are too many problems that will expose my lies. I think it's better not to make up any tragic life story.

I can only open my hands and say to her: "I'm just a mysterious visitor."

"From the stars?" she asked, staring. But after I was silent for a while, she burst into laughter on her own, just like the initial attitude of white eyes and resistance, there is no ordinary, said to me: "I'm going back, are you going to the police station? You know? Where is the police station? If you have nowhere to go and nothing to eat. They can help you."

"I won't go to that place." I shook my head and said to her: "It's nice to talk to you. Now I'm looking for a place to rest."

"You have money? Did you bring your ID card out?" The girl said with her arms folded: "Or do you want to lie down like those homeless people? Or go through the trash like a wild dog?" /

"There will always be a way." I smiled, "Even if I sleep on a bench, it doesn't matter. I can also ask the kind people to borrow some money. If you have money, there will be no problem."

"Borrowing money?" The girl said disapprovingly: "Look at your weak and innocent look. I also want to learn from others to'borrow' money?" Her word "borrowing" is so distinctive, "You still Pray, don’t let me see the news that the 16-year-old boy was thrown into the Thames by the broken body in the newspaper the next day."

"Okay." I probably know what the girl meant. "What do you think. What should I do? I don't have any money on my body, and I don't have an ID card. In this world, I can't find my files at all. I will never go to the police unless they are willing to apply for a temporary ID card immediately and unconditionally."

"Ha, do you think it's possible?" The girl curled her lips, was silent for a moment, and said: "I have a place to live, I can let you live temporarily, and then find you a temporary job. Of course, it's not serious Environment, but it’s not a dangerous place. At least you can have a place to eat and live. If you accept, two-thirds of the salary will be given to me."

"Can I refuse?" I shrugged. There are many ambiguities in her description, and she probably thinks it is not very credible, but she still tried to make a strong attitude and said to me: "Anyway, it will not be worse than your current situation. "

"So—" I picked up the mace, lifted the suitcase, and said to her, "What are you waiting for?"

Her gaze swept across the densely covered mace, and then paused for a moment on the huge suitcase that seemed to be quite heavy. Muttered vaguely, her eyes revealed curiosity, but in the end she didn't ask.

In this way, she took me to the other side of the square: "I don't have money to take a car, and there is no bus stop there, but it only takes twenty minutes to get there. I said, you carry Aren’t you tired with such a big suitcase?"

"It's okay. Rather than caring about this, you might as well care about whether the stranger you invited is in danger to yourself." I said.

"Then are you a murderer or a rapist?" The girl replied: "We are only afraid of murderers."

"...Where is your place?" Although I had already guessed in my mind, I couldn't help asking.

"Red light district." The girl said, "I'm a prostitute." After that, she turned her head and glanced at me again, as if she wanted to see something in my eyes.

But because of her words, I thought of Marceau. Although I don't know what Marceau in this world is doing~IndoMTL.com~, but she, I know, has also been engaged in similar work. I miss her very much. I still remember that the last time I saw her in the doomsday fantasy, she was no longer a human being. Although such a fate was unacceptably cruel to many people, she accepted it. NS. And Marceau in "reality" is just a doomsday syndrome patient whose personality is broken and even lost his self. I said I would save her, but neither in that doomsday fantasy or in "reality", I did not succeed.

Even so, maybe, because of this, I didn't hesitate to say that the girl in front of me turned out to be a "prostitute", and didn't feel any special. Even, the estrangement from this world seems to have eased a little as a result.

"You don't look big." I said.

"This business was meant to eat youth meals." She glanced at me contemptuously and said, "I am nineteen years old, and I will be able to retire after another five or six years. I have a lot of money to do something else. .Now I’m just digging for the first pot of gold, don’t you understand? In this world, a woman like me who is not highly educated and not particularly lucky, what is easier than opening her legs to get the first pot of gold ?" To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.

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