Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 893: Flying in the night trail

I gathered up the bath towels, opened the bathroom door, and saw the clothes that Duff prepared for me in the clothes basket. It was obvious that they were for people of taller stature. I had to roll up my sleeves and trouser legs and cover them. The hem that passed the hips can still be tucked into the waistband, but the shoulders of the whole jacket sag down loosely, which is really uncomfortable. I don’t think it’s any better than the researcher’s white coat, but Duff, who seemed to be chatting with someone after leaving the living room, was playing with the computer in the living room, but he thought it was good: “It’s better than a dirty coat. Okay, how did your body come from? I saw blood stains."

"Fight with someone." I said.

Duff probably didn't take it to heart. The scenes I encountered at the time were very difficult for ordinary people. While typing cracklingly, she said to me: "I will prepare a few fitting clothes for you tomorrow morning. You have to wait for work. You should not go out these days. You will have to spend money when you go out, but I won’t Give you money."

"...You mean, I just need to stay here?" I think there is something else in her words, but is it my illusion? What does she think?

"You don't have a place to go anyway, do you?" Duff closed the lid of the laptop and turned to me and said, "Don't worry, there will always be something for you to do, and I don't plan to have a free meal. People. You have no money and no ID card. If it weren’t for my kindness, I’m afraid you don’t even have a place to sleep. The situation now is much better than before, isn’t it?"

She stared at me, the look in her pupils was a little gray. Seems to be thinking about something. I don't know what she intends to do, but. Whatever she intends to do, it does no harm to me. I don’t plan to think about these things. As she said, it’s better for me than when I first came out.

Actually, I think she is attracted to me and intends to raise me up as a little boy. but. After talking to her for so long, I always feel that her character does not just do this kind of thing.

I didn't expose such thoughts. Anyway, she has no ability to do bad things to me, right?

"I have no problem, just leave it to you." I replied indisputably. Asked again: "Which house do I live in?"

"Come with me." Without a word, Duff stood up and led me to one of the guest rooms. The layout here is quite different from the style of the living room, which is full of a childlike and warm taste. As for why she arranged this room like this, I think it's better not to ask too much. Although Duff’s expression did not change in any way, however. This difference, her occupation, and the things she revealed in the conversation, made me feel that her psychology was not as normal as she had been at the beginning—it did not prove that she was a person. Mental illness. Adults who enter the society will have psychological problems more or less. It’s just that she looks a bit more serious. As for how serious it is, I still don’t know how serious it is. After all, I am not a psychologist, and Duff is the future psychologist.

I put the mace and suitcase by the bed, and Duff just stayed at the door, watching me tidy up the things in the room. The decoration style here is fixed, but in some details, you can follow your own Make adjustments as you like. However, for me, this adjustment is more to grasp the details of this room-if there is a battle here, it is not enough to just rely on the chain judgment to outline the three-dimensional structure of the entire room in my mind. Of course, this is not to say that battles will definitely take place here, and, relying on quick sweeps, there is no need to rely on the environment of this room to deal with the enemy. This is just an instinctive habit cultivated in past battles.

"How about? Do you still like it? Some guests like this style of room." Duff said: "I also discovered after studying psychology. This kind of psychological problem has an official scientific name. Call-forget it, anyway, you are at a loss. Except for my bedroom, every room here is arranged for a specific customer’s psychological needs. The style closest to your age group is Here it is." Duff walked in, opened the bookcase, and took out some of the textbooks, reference books and extracurricular reading materials used for decoration, revealing a pile of magazines, and she took one and threw it on the bed.

The cover of the magazine has a woman with a hot figure and a slapstick posture. There are only two slap-sized pieces of cloth all over her body. It is obviously an adult magazine-the situation is already obvious, although the decoration of this room There is still some childishness, but the hypothetical room owner must be a teenager who has experienced sexual enlightenment.

"You are about the same age as your hypothetical owner, sixteen, right?" Duff said to himself: "If there is a need, just use the props here..." Her gaze was slightly on mine. Surrounded by the body, he paused, and continued: "And the right hand solves the problem."

"No, you don't need to be so thorough." Duff said without any special emotions, but I was a little unnatural.

"Living with a prostitute, what else is there to hide?" Duff shrugged, "Anyway, I have prepared a lot, but the guests don’t use it every time, so you can use it. Don’t let them get moldy, and it’s a help. By the way—"She turned around, pointed to a few inconspicuous places and furnishings and said: "There are cameras here, and I usually save the performance of the guests. , Used as research materials and some ugly things." If she smiled deeply, she said: "Don't destroy them."

I and her looked at each other, completely unsure of what to say or what expressions to show. I feel that at this moment, I must be like a dumb goose. This woman brought me back, as expected, it was more than just kindness.

"What are you going to do? I also have the right to have sex." I said.

"Don't worry, you are not a wealthy guy. I'm not interested in seeing images of your self-defense." Duff's words are not hidden at all, "I just remind you, don't damage my belongings. These gadgets are custom-made and a little expensive."

"You also have cameras in other rooms?" I couldn't help asking.

"Except for my bedroom. There are cameras everywhere." Duff said of course: "Actually, there are some guests who like this tune. It's easy to get them excited."

"But, someone cares a lot, right?" I said.

"Yes, those who care, don't let him know." Duff said, "In fact, no matter how much privacy is concerned, after breaking the lower limit once, it will be easy to deal with next time." She gave a sly smile, "Even. People who share secrets tend to have deeper friendships, don't you think?"

What can I say? I nodded, but Duff said, "Don't pretend, you don't know anything. Just come here today, and you have a good rest. I'm going out to date with a guest. I probably won't be back tonight."

"If I keep occupying this room, what should I do if a guest comes?" I asked.

"Don't worry, no guests will come here these days. Even if they do, they won't use this room." Duff shook his phone, "My schedule is very accurate."

End. She walked to the door, turned back to look at the mace and suitcase that I had left beside the bed, and asked, "What's in it? It looks heavy. Also, I wanted to say it a long time ago. I put it in earlier. The garbage bag outside." She pretended to say casually. However, I think. It's better to surprise her here.

So, I pulled open the plastic bag that was wrapped around the mace, and a stronger smell spread in the room. Duff couldn't help covering his nose, showing a look of disgust, but immediately, her eyes tightened. Nailed on the huge mace full of visual shock. From my point of view, the metal texture of the mace is slightly reflecting light, making it particularly hideous. I don't think Duff has ever come into contact with such a fierce cold weapon.

"Here, what is this?" Duff was a little pale, and she frowned, as if confirming the authenticity of this mace.

"Weapons." I said calmly: "Weapons used to kill enemies and monsters."

"Kill?" Duff's expression finally calmed down, but she didn't seem to believe what I said, "Isn't there a gun for this thing? Would you like me to teach you how to shoot? Little brother ."

"Trust me." I said: "The gun is effective for most people, but it is not as effective for monsters as this mace."

"Monster?" Duff's expression was subtle, "Don't be silly, there are no monsters in this world!" Her tone was quite firm. I didn’t refute, so after two or three seconds of silence, she said: “Anyway, quickly get this thing clean. Did you pick it from the trash? It smells bad. After cleaning up, remember to spray the room. Freshener." She pointed to the foot of the door, where the air freshener was in her mouth.

"Don't worry, I will take care of it." I replied, and she still looked a little worried, but she didn't say anything more and went straight out. I sat on the bed for a while, and heard her walking through the living room and leaving the front door. I stood up and walked out of the room with the mace. Now I am alone again.

Outside the window, the lights were already on. I was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. After a while, I saw Duff passing by from below. She raised her head and met me immediately. I stepped back a few steps, closed the curtains again, and then took the nail hammer to soak in the bathroom, then returned to the living room, turned on the TV and laptop, and started to confirm the state of the world I was in through the information network.

Actually, I am not ignorant of the situation in this world. I remember that when I was in the conscious world, I knew part of the information in the normal world. However, after recovering from the normal world, those memories looked like It was stripped away, leaving only a few faint traces. I had to start all over again, following these traces, filling in the specific content one by one.

Compared with my former hometown-the doomsday illusion before my death-the "doomsday state" of this doomsday illusion has deepened. The government has been unable to completely control negative sources of intelligence, although there are other formal channels. A set of arguments, however, the discussions of netizens have spread in a path that is more in line with the truth.

"The United States is being attacked by the Nazis. The Nazis will vomit and challenge the world again."

"The riots in Japan were caused by the proliferation of a drug called Claudia White."

"The Central Principality is conducting human experiments. The situation in Japan cannot be improved because of the acquiescence of the Central Principality."

"Monsters appeared in Italy and Germany, and a large number of children were missing."

"The United Nations is preparing to officially want a cult group named Doomsday Shinrikyo."

"Superpowers are not illusions. Wizards are not scary characters in the story. Our world is more exciting than the story."

"Many people die unexpectedly in their sleep. It sounds like a small chance in a large area, but there is another truth."

"Religious groups are under attack, and the United Nations intends to promote religious reforms worldwide."

"2012, the end of the world, where should we go? Everything is the punishment of the gods?"

I specifically inquired about the explanation of the end of the world in 2012, which originated in the prophetic legends of the Mayans. In Mayan culture, 2012 coincides with the end of the fifth solar period. Compared to what I have experienced, the 1999 doomsday legend seems to have a foundation for people to believe in blind faith. Although the 1999 doomsday legend took advantage of the Great Cross phenomenon of the solar system, the core is still the fantasy of "the great devil descends and destroys the world". For ordinary people, the end of the world in 2012, with its cultural heritage, is more "scientific". However, for people like me, I probably care more about the prophecy type of "The Great Demon Destroying the World".

What I see as the doomsday fantasy of my hometown, in a sense. It was indeed destroyed in 1999. When I was killed in the doomsday illusion, it was the end of 1998, but the doom illusion should not be destroyed the first time I died, so. If it was not destroyed immediately, then. It will definitely enter 1999, and, considering the creator and adjustment factors of this doomsday script, it is also human nature to have some legendary charm.

When reality awakened, I thought that everything in the hospital was just an extremely realistic fantasy, or a deliberately isolated prison, precisely because the time in the hospital happened to continue my death in the doomsday fantasy. The date.

Now, in this reborn doomsday illusion, time has passed 1999 and came to another doomsday legend.

In this world, there must be no way to escape the fate of the doomsday. The doomsday of 1999 was also full of inevitable feelings, but I was already dead before that inevitable came. However, according to the current changes in social conditions, it is very possible that I will experience this doomsday with the people of this world.

I don't know how to express my thoughts and emotions. Like many people, I am trying to redeem the end of the day, but this resistance seems to have been in vain. In this world, there must be the same people doing the same futile things. This is a problem that patients with doomsday syndrome cannot solve within the doomsday illusion. In other words, as a patient, struggling in the doomsday illusion, no matter how hard you use, it will be ineffective.

We must face all this from a higher level and a more essential place.

So, the power of "Jiang" is indispensable.

I quickly scanned a piece of information on the Internet. The city of London seems calm, but judging from the gossip on the Internet, it has been involved in a huge whirlpool. Faced with such a situation, the Internet ball must be a little bit frustrated. At this time, it is almost impossible for the Doomsday Shinrikyo to do nothing secretly.

It’s just that, because of the strict supervision of cyberballs, even if it’s the Doomsday Shinrikyo, it’s difficult to make waves in this city. Then, these guys should probably still be secretly arranged through the Goat Guild. As a group more in line with the dark side of normal society, most of its members are ordinary people with formal jobs, and have always been accustomed to using various normal careers to hide their identities-not only legitimate, but also improper. Logistics companies are commonly used to cover their identity, while underground bars, casinos, and adult industries are even more convenient places for gatherings.

There must be a lot of people from the Goat Guild lurking in the red light district of London. Although the cyberball also knows this, it is impossible for the cyberball to conduct thorough sweeps over and over again, and it is bound to be unable to extinguish the arrogance of the Goat Guild's recovery and growth. Duff is a practitioner in this industry. Although she may have lived normally in the past, but under the current circumstances, the dangerous fuse has been ignited~IndoMTL.com~ She will encounter the possibility of danger. Will greatly increase.

Perhaps, I shouldn't let her go on a date alone before—though, her guests seem to have identities and assets, and it is unlikely that the date place will be in the red light district.

I thought about it, turned off my laptop and TV, went back to the bathroom and took the mace that had been soaked for more than 20 minutes, and twisted the safety lock in Duff’s bedroom. In her drawer, more than a thousand euros were found Cash, and took her spare self-defense pistol. Back to his room, took ky1999, and then left the rental house.

I took the elevator all the way up to the last floor, and then from the building to the rooftop. Tonight’s wind is a bit noisy. I look down on the brightly lit land. A strong sense of sight appears in my heart again—the body seems to be about to fall to the ground, but there is an impulse in the body, urging I jumped out.

So, I followed this impulse and jumped out from the edge of the roof.

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