Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 895: The Fool’s Resolution

I put on a police uniform. Although the size is a bit larger, but the hat is lowered, it will not be more noticeable than before. I threw the other clothes into the paper cutter, and the policemen who were stripped and **** struggling desperately, but because my mouth was sealed with tape, I could only make a whining sound. "I don't know how much you know, but don't worry, since I can break into here safely, it proves that there is a certain tacit understanding between us." I said to him while checking his mobile phone.

In a place where both the political and functional nature of the Police Headquarters are of paramount importance, it is impossible for the cybersphere to be completely unattended. From the current intelligence, it can be seen that the frequency of "abnormalities" is increasing every day. Upgrading, by now, is no longer just to conceal and confuse the sight, to the point where government agencies can be confused. The erosion of the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Goat Guild is definitely not a confidential situation.

In this doomsday illusion, governments of various countries pay more attention to "abnormality" than in the past. Not something that can be easily controlled. "Mystery" itself has too much uncertainty, which in turn will cause more uncertainty. The power generated by science and technology is controlled in the hands of people. By controlling people, the control of this power is realized. However, such an approach is not necessarily effective for "mystery".

Because, in this world, "mystery" is not something that is controlled by people's own hands. It is not a product born out of their needs, and it is not a weapon to satisfy their wishes. In a sense, the existence of "mystery" is a manifestation of a "malignant reaction" and a symbol of "terminal illness".

In this way, in order to stabilize the domestic security and order, government departments must encourage and support such organizations as cyberballs, which are not just secretive organizations that take care of themselves. Make such a decision. It is not the helplessness of fighting poison with poison. There must be a very strict standard for how to determine that the mysterious organization will not become a piece of rotten flesh. Just in case, there will be a more cautious set of processing procedures. This is not my concern, nor I can't figure it out in a short time.

But. Just be sure, the network ball is in this doomsday illusion. It is still a huge institution deeply involved with many governments, and many conclusions can be drawn-for example, my actions have been smooth so far, and there must be a private indulgence of cyberball. Since they have adopted this approach, It didn't personally send the information to the door, or take the form of transaction to reach a deeper cooperation consensus with me, and even the attitude of intending to do so did not show. Then, their policy is quite clear.

Many things do not necessarily need to be confronted and exposed to understand.

Even if I deliver it to the door myself. To show stronger kindness, the cyberball side must also be worried, and then adopt more intense methods. Once I take a step back, then my situation will become a little tricky, and if I do not retreat, then the situation is bound to be Will get worse. Rather than that, it is better to insist on doing its own thing now, and there is also an ambiguous consensus in the confrontation.

My ability and identity are enough to maintain the current situation until I complete the clean-up plan in this city.

Although in this doomsday illusion, the environment of the mysterious world is more complicated-in addition to the doomsday truth cult, there seems to be a Nazi who has come back, the cyberball needs to face greater pressure, and the black nest has not been seen for the time being. However, unless this pressure completely defeats the Internet ball, then all the pressure will only become the nutrient for the growth of the Internet ball. And before the cyber ball grows up enough to fight against the enemy, I will solve some worries for them, and it can be regarded as my compensation for taking away the mental integration device in the future.

On the other hand, if the netball really can't hold onto London, the situation will not benefit me either. Furthermore, once the doomsday truth sect really intends to use its methods in London and does it for them, then this city and the people living in this city will inevitably face a terrible situation. Allowing this possibility to be ignored is not what a hero does.

Therefore, no matter how you look at it, it is imperative to suppress the tentacles hidden by the doomsday truth cult in London.

Regardless of whether you have support or not, whether you are treated as a good person or a bad person, you should do what you should do and do your best to do it well.

I know very well that although I may become the center of the whirlpool, the progress of this world is still not transferred by my will. Although his appearance has attracted the attention of the cyberball, since the opponent does not intend to completely smash his face, it is already a pretty good environment for action.

Although I understand the response to cyberball and my own situation in this way, I cannot convince the police officer with words that cannot be said too clearly. He stared at me angrily, as if looking at a vicious criminal. If defined by law, of course I am a criminal. And I don't plan to be an honor student who abides by the law.

I grabbed his cheeks with my hands and made him stare at my eyes. He probably thought I wanted to crush myself with my aura, his eyes were full of uncompromising expressions, and then--

His eyes began to blur, at a loss, I saw my dark red left eye from the frosted glass pupil, and the man's eye was reflected in the pupil of this left eye. Having eyes in the eyes is like opening a door. I feel that I, staring at each pupil intently, is walking in a deep passage, opening a door, and going to a certain end.

I don’t know why I did this, nor did I know it would happen in advance, but it’s like an instinct imprinted in the body-through my eyes, I can take the initiative to open the way to consciousness and soul The channel of —— this is a kind of power called "conscious walker", which is the power brought by "Jiang". There are many nouns, and I don't have a very clear impression in my mind, but their traces have always been imprinted in my heart.

I don't know how long I have been walking in the passage formed by my eyes, and what happened to me. There is only a vague feeling of "walking", and even my own existence has begun to blur. When I was suddenly awake, I couldn't even estimate how long and how far I "walked".

I had a kind of palpitations similar to having a nightmare, as if I was suddenly awakened, but I can't remember the content of the nightmare anymore. This is not a comfortable feeling, even I have such a strong feeling. The police on the opposite side are naturally more painful. His face was covered with sweat, and even the blue veins bulged out like a tree root, and even his facial features appeared distorted. And those eyes that were full of vigilance and anger had become weak and apathetic, and the whole person seemed to be seriously ill. As soon as I let go, I lay down on the ground groggy.

I took his pulse. Although weak but still stable, it does not seem to be life-threatening. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although I have to be more cruel to the enemy, I don’t want to rush to human life if I can take a gentler approach—even if the end of this world is an inevitable trend, it’s even more okay to observe from a “reality” level. The "illusion" that has been reconstructed many times. However, people living in this world are not digital programs, and they will suffer. Even because their wisdom and spirituality are no different from normal people, in this world that is bound to go to the end, they will only usher in pain again and again. Thus it is more painful.

I feel the same for their pain, because I am also one of them.

In a sense, because of this empathy, I don’t even hate anyone who opposes me, even those lunatics of Doomsday Truth.

Yes, a long time ago, hatred was no longer the driving force for me.

This world is helpless, tragic, painful, and a real sea of ​​suffering in the religious sense. I observe them and want to completely end this fate for them. I came with the belief of being a hero, so I don’t need to deliberately do evil or benevolence, deliberately to be a bad or good person, I don’t need to deliberately modify my behavior with excuses, and I don’t need the understanding of these people. My behavior may be naive and contradictory in the eyes of others, but I respect and believe in my own decision. Unless I give up, then my persistence will become a joke. No matter how embarrassed, no matter what I need to face, I will never let myself become such a joke.

A lot of information grows like weeds in my mind. This is the intelligence from Mr. Police’s memory. These intelligences are like jigsaw pieces one after another, with useless pieces in them. It is also impossible to put together a complete puzzle. However, I still got something I wanted to know.

As I thought, this cautious and brave policeman who failed only because of the absolute difference in strength was a figure who also had a lot of status in Scotland Yard-the leader of a serious crime team. Specializes in handling criminal cases with serious circumstances. In this process, many "abnormalities" are encountered. His experience, ability, and luck have allowed him to live to the present and have accumulated enough experience. He also has friendships with many people in the mysterious circle in private, but he does not have any mystery or abnormality. It is just a good skill and knowledge. Rich ordinary people.

Usually, he will not work overtime at the headquarters until this time, but recently he is investigating a vicious murder in the red light district, but the progress is not very good. He encountered some problems that could not be solved under normal circumstances. He knew that this was another disturbance caused by an "abnormal", and felt vaguely that this "abnormal" was different from the previous "abnormal". There is no shortage of aliens in London who are accustomed to living in the dark, and can only survive in the dark, but most of the time, these people are quite "safe". However, this time the "abnormality" he perceives, although on the surface it is not too different from the past, it gave him a vague but very strong premonition of disaster.

After he exchanged information with the relevant person whom he cited as a consultant, he did not receive critical information, but this premonition became stronger day by day. Those relevant people did not ignore his intuition, but because of this, in the absence of more adequate intelligence, the terrible degree of this crisis has always appeared-a certain degree of rigor that has been shrouded in this city. Yes, the defensive network that guarantees the normal operation of the city seems to have loopholes. It shouldn't have appeared in the first place. Therefore, once it appears, it means that it is definitely not a normal situation.

He has sent his family back to his home town far away from London, but he stayed and continued to perform the duties of a serious police officer, although this duty made him restless and a little anxious, thinking The feeling of giving up.

He is checking information again today. Doing a similar job to mine, sorting and screening the cases in the past ten years, trying to find clues and determine the location of the enemy. His experience, intelligence channels, and time to do this are more abundant than mine, so. What he thought, what he guessed. All the judgments are closer to the truth. And now, all his hard work has been in my mind.

I used his password to log in with extremely high encryption authority, covering the special surveillance system and identity system of the entire city. It didn’t take long for Duff’s files and her current location to be locked-in an elegant atmosphere. In the restaurant, she is talking about money with a middle-aged man. The person she is dating does not look like a rich person, but she must have income above the middle class, with good looks, build and temperament. It is easy to give a good impression at first glance.

However, when this middle-aged man poured wine for Duff, I saw two wing-like prismatic patterns on the inside of his wrist.

This is a Mageweave Messenger. This is not just a coincidence that can be described-Duff "picked up" me back, and I tried to find the "darkness" of this city. And a strange Mageweave messenger is Duff's date. Even if "abnormalities" in this world become more frequent, this city has some problems, but in terms of population base, ordinary people will encounter a magic pattern messenger, which can be regarded as a similar probability to winning the lottery.

Although, it is not yet possible to prove that the Mageweave messenger dating Duff has a purpose beyond "sex." The Mageweave messenger also has friends with ordinary people, and will have human relations with ordinary people, but he is a stranger. The magic pattern messenger appeared under my eyelids so coincidentally, it is impossible not to include the other party in the scope of suspicion.

I took Mr. Officer’s cigarette from the pocket of the police uniform, lit it, and continued to observe Duff’s appointment. Although I can't hear what they are talking about, some conclusions can be drawn from their expressions and small movements. For example, how the "friendship" between these two people has developed, how does Duff really feel about this man, whether he regards each other as a client, or a more intimate relationship, or even whether the two parties may have something Relatives. And what is the attitude of the Mageweave Messenger towards Duff? Is there a purpose beyond money and sex? Is dating Duff out of normal behavior or a malicious disguise...

I have been observing that the two are about to leave the restaurant, and I have not seen what the middle-aged man came from. As far as my past experience is concerned, the magic pattern messenger is not exclusive to the cyber ball. Although the probability of the magic pattern messenger appearing in the cyber ball is far greater than other mysterious organizations, the black nest and even the doomsday truth sect , There is no shortage of fighters with magic patterns.

In today's London, the magic pattern messenger of the non-network ball is active, and its meaning will naturally become different. I have never felt that there is only such a mysterious organization as cyberball in this city, even though cyberball should be the most powerful mysterious side umbrella in this city. However, if it is really confirmed that this magic pattern messenger is indeed not a cyberball player, then it must be a situation worthy of fun.

What the **** is the cyberball doing? Why did you make a mistake? And in which direction is their energy invested? What is the course of action? What is the storm that swept this city? I am very interested.

Duff got into the middle-aged man's car and drove all the way to the cross corner. I stopped tracking and turned off the computer. Although there are still many problems that have not been resolved, I am at least sure that the man Duff is dating will not start tonight even if there is any shameful plan. Duff is safe for the time being.

I walked to the police officer who was finally taking a breath and struggling to do it. His pupils immediately shrank, and I said to him, "I'm leaving." His fingers slowly clenched into fists. So I said again: "Don't worry~ IndoMTL.com~ I won't do anything to you anymore. I already have everything I want."

"Who on earth are you...?" The police officer who had not avoided looking at each other finally released his palm and asked weakly.

"A stupid man who wants to be a hero." I answered easily.

"Want to be a hero is a good dream, but you should not use this approach. You can't become a hero. No matter how good your original intentions are, you will only become a villain!" The police officer took a deep breath , Said: "Boy, do you like hero movies too? Those guys who want to be heroes but fail in the end, haven't they taught you a lesson?"

"So, I'm a fool." I answered, staring at him seriously.

The police officer opened his mouth. He seemed to understand something, his brows gradually frowned, with a worried look on his face: "You should calm down, are you peeking at my memory? I know, you must have done this. , Then, you should know who I am. Together with me, you can do better than what you do yourself. I will not prevent you from becoming a hero, but you should know that a hero is never just Alone."

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