Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 937: Little Red Riding Hood
On this ruined square, the only survivors are a large number of crippled dead soldiers and 16 people on our side. When we noticed, there were already two conscious walkers who were completely mad and mad. Unable to extricate themselves, most people think that they have no chance of regaining their sanity again. If there is no accident, their fate is doomed to be killed in the ensuing mysterious events. In the cognition of those of us, once we are exposed to the mystery, the influence of the mystery will not be stopped because of the subjective will of the individual, and even death cannot stop the mysterious footsteps. If you feel that active separation and passive abandonment can make a person who has been in contact with mystery linger, it is a fatal innocence.
The madness of these two consciousness walkers will not make their situation better, even if many people are willing to give them a hand, but since they have lost the ability to save themselves, others cannot Do too much for them. After all, "mystery" is inherently elusive, and no one can stay with them all the time, or in bad circumstances, would rather use your own life to replace the "mystery" against them. mystery".
Among the seven conscious walkers who entered the world of Father Edward’s consciousness together, only me, L, and gas masks have survived. The others either died in the mysterious impact or madly under the oppression of macro monsters— -The gentleman temporarily code-named "Cocktail" is one of the two crazy men who can't recover their sanity. Standing opposite them, looking around at the familiar faces, those faces that are still absent, make people feel melancholy. All this happened in less than twenty minutes. Who would have thought that the original confidence was so vulnerable? We also have to imprison the two consciousness walkers who have become lunatics. They still have the power of consciousness, and no one wants to enter their conscious world, much less like being invaded by their own conscious world. I have to say, to a large extent. These are just conscious walkers who are crazy but have not died physically, which is a trouble for anyone.
No one proposed to put them to death on the spot, but according to Jonny’s perception, this kind of death penalty was tacitly approved on some more secret battlefields.
L said: "I will be responsible." In the acquiescence of others. He put his hand on the two foreheads. At first, the two resisted for a while. I even noticed that the three might have fought in a certain conscious world. As a result, L managed to calm them down.
What happened to these conscious walkers? No one is going to ask this question.
If this battle is to be the greatest victor. Then, I'm afraid there is only Father Xi Sen's black nest. Now that the members of other mysterious organizations suffered heavy casualties, after excluding people like me, the young Gaochuan, and the File Squad, who had a very simple intention to participate in the war, only Father Xi Sen and others, who had all survived, got what they wanted—they I originally planned to trouble Father Edward, although I didn't know the purpose, but. They were undoubtedly successful, and, counting the tendencies of other survivors after this battle, they also found a future alliance.
The reason why these mysterious organizations appeared here was because they did not deal with the Internet ball. The concept of the black nest must be more in line with their tastes. Many people who participated in this battle died here, and even the entire team was wiped out at the beginning of the war. They may not be acquaintances with each other, and they are more likely to have contradictions in some aspects. However, the strength and behavioral tendency of the Black Nest, coupled with the temporary friendship formed during the cruel battle, will inevitably bloom new flowers. Because, the people who died here. It does not mean that they are all of these mysterious organizations. On the contrary, they are just representatives and vanguards sent to London by their respective mysterious organizations. Even the small and mysterious organization. It is impossible to bet all his hole cards in this city, even if the network ball has expressed enough goodwill.
The impact of this battle will give a certain baptism to the mysterious organizational structure of this world. The process must be complicated, but I can see the rise of the black nest from it. As for the cyber players who were forced to be involved at the beginning of the war, none of them were left at this time. Their deaths also left the Black Nest with no temporary restraints. I can't help but assume that if those people are still alive, what fate will they face in the future? Their importance is not big or small, but on a dark level, the members of the Black Nest and other mysterious organizations, I am afraid that few people think that they are better alive than dead.
Anyway, the end of this battle is the beginning of the countdown to my departure from London. However, the premise is that we must find a way out of this temporary data hedge space-Father Edward hides the army in the temporary data hedge space. This is something that was originally expected, if we do not rely on the characteristics of the temporary data hedge space. , The cyberball with the base camp in this city will definitely uproot them. It can even be said that these doomsday truth cultists hide the entry and exit nodes of this temporary data hedging space too well, even the cyberball is difficult to determine the location. Instead of daring to act rashly, we have to use people like us to carry out their own jobs. I don’t believe that cyberball doesn’t understand the disadvantages of doing so. Today’s survivors will inevitably have a certain distortion of the causes and consequences of the battle, which will have a certain impact on the reputation of cyberball. They need to pay a greater price to be able to do so. Bridging this influence. After all, although the work of cyberball is political, its essence is still a mysterious organization. The mysterious circle has its own rules, and these rules cannot be interfered and shaken by the political nature of normal human society.
"Dispose of these dead soldiers first." The file broke the communication between the people and said.
"Ms. File, can you leave this to you?" Father Xi Sen said to her sternly, "We need to find the exit of this alien space."
"No problem, I am willing to do this, and I have no talent for how to find an exit." The file shrugged, and very simply summoned two of his team members. The dead soldiers that Father Xi Sen's large-scale air pressure superpowered to suppress walked away. The young Gao Chuan didn't look at me from beginning to end, let alone submit the desire to talk. To be honest, this kind of relieved me. We are all dead-headed and full of awareness of what we firmly believe in. We are also Gao Chuan. We understand what we are thinking about each other. If we really want to communicate with each other, . I am afraid that after a few dry sentences, I will fall into an embarrassing or meaningless quarrel with nothing to say.
Since the results of actions can only be used to prove the meaning and correctness of each other's existence, then, from the beginning, just action is enough. I don't want to have a dispute with him at this time, and I am sure that he must be the same. We are like each other in the mirror. It seems the opposite, but it is also the same.
While Father Xi Sen was discussing things with others, I quietly left them. Many people noticed my actions, but no one paid any attention. Their own troubles are still a lot. The role I played in it was insignificant. I am a protagonist in the world of self-centered cognition, and they are no different. No matter how important a role I will play in the history of this doomsday fantasy, it is meaningless to others. Because they cannot control my thoughts and actions, nor will I benefit from them. On the other hand, the same is true. The role they will play in subsequent events is meaningless to me.
We are walking on different roads. This road is spiral, and occasionally meets at one place, but then separates again. Our influence on each other is a destined one, and there will be no change in the future. It has nothing to do with our friendship, friendship and value with each other, but lies in our position. There will be no change in my position. Moreover, my position prevents them from joining. All I have now is "Jiang".
I walked into the shadows in a corner of the square. Put on the cloak of quark metamorphosis and sink into the world of endless darkness.
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The night has not passed, Duff suddenly woke up from her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she couldn't remember exactly what she had dreamed. There was a caring emotion in her heart, as if she was blinded by her own soul. A layer of faint gray. This feeling is very uncomfortable, but the more I want to think about it, the ashes shrouded in the soul, it seems to be more rich. When she felt a little more awake, she had already come to the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, whose face was more haggard than before going to bed, she was also extremely surprised. There was something wrong, but she couldn't find out what was wrong. She turned on the faucet and splashed cold tap water on her face, trying to free herself from this anxiety. At this time, she suddenly remembered the young man who had just met for less than a day, but gave her some strange knowledge.
She was hesitant at first. To disturb the other person at this time, she would appear very rude. Even if the other person is just a strange guest, she is not a good woman, but she still feels that she should be a little reserved— -This reservedness lies in not interfering with the other party's thoughts and not pursuing those secrets. She knew how unique this young boy was. The encounter between the two of them was like a joke made by fate to her, adding some exciting flavors and fresh colors to her unchanging life. However, the long-term experience of discussing life in the red light district convinced her that she shouldn't have gone deep into it.
Even, she shouldn't have "picked up" him back then.
What will happen in the future? Will there be any danger? She was unwilling to answer, but both instinct and reason were enough for her to get an answer that was almost destined. When a choppy person in his life comes to another person's side, unless the other person is already choppy enough, the terrible wave will catch him by surprise and knock him over.
Duff didn’t want to think about it, but there was still a voice in her mind saying to her: What she has to face now, she can’t find the key abnormality, precisely because she is being brought with him. The waves swallowed. There is nothing wrong with this kind of thinking. After all, she consciously had been living in a harsh, dark but ordinary world before this. The worldview, outlook on life and values cultivated from such a life were almost on this evening. Everything I have seen with my own eyes, and many more that can be imagined from it, have been burned.
"Cheer up!" Duff stared at himself in the mirror and patted his cheek hard. She knows why her mood is so low, but in this knowledge, she keenly perceives that there are factors hidden in it that she has not been able to understand. It is like walking through the night after hearing a ghost story, even if rationally. You can analyze the reason for your fear, and what is it that causes your fear. However, this does not mean that I can be completely sure that everything is as I think, and it is impossible to ignore this fear.
She is not a true believer, but she is also not a thorough scientific materialist, religious mystery. It doesn't account for much in her mind, but it's not at all.
Something kept stirring in Duff's heart, and the more she tried to calm down, the more she couldn't calm down. This feeling of uncontrolled since she was first taught a lesson in the red light district. It never appeared again until today, this time.
Duff suddenly opened the door to the bathroom, ran to the boy's room, and opened the door with the key, but he opened the door and saw everything. But it was an empty big bed and a sledge hammer placed at the foot of the bed. The wind blew in from the open window, and the curtains fluttered and cast a heavy shadow on the ground. The moon she saw from the window was like red sand.
Duff didn't have time to think about why the boy was not there. A sense of urgency made her subconsciously come to the hammer and try to grab it, but. The sledgehammer was so heavy that it made her unable to move with all her strength. The only thing that made her feel at ease was that when she held this weapon, there seemed to be a kind of power injected into her heart, dispelling the abnormal anxiety before. She glanced at the window, quickly walked up to close it tightly, and locked the door behind her. She placed her body on the side of the giant hammer, nestled against the cold metal, and a heavy fatigue once again enveloped her consciousness.
She felt that she could finally get a good night's sleep.
When she closed her eyes. It didn't take long before someone rang the doorbell. The arrival is obviously very urgent, and the intensive doorbells are like venting the emotions in the heart. Duff, who was awakened, was very angry, but she also felt a sense of fear. He grabbed her heart instantly, as if ringing the doorbell. It was not a bold stranger or an acquaintance. No, it was not at all. Human, but a monster who wants to destroy himself. She was like staying in the room, avoiding the malicious Little Red Riding Hood, only because the sledgehammer was close to the skin could she suppress the tremor of her body.
She originally wanted to curse subconsciously, but this fear caused her to swallow all the voices into her belly and cover her ears, only when there was no one in the whole room. She didn't understand why this normal night would suddenly become so uneasy, but the teenager's warning suddenly became clear in her mind-don't ignore your weird feelings, trust your intuition, and follow your own. Instinct, so you can be safe, don't look at anything wrong, and don't care about sudden abnormalities.
Someone rang the doorbell at this time. No matter what the situation is, it is abnormal. It always means that something bad has happened. Leave it alone, she warned herself and closed her eyes tightly. After more than a minute, the doorbell stopped, Duff hesitated, and still put his ear to the ground, trying to listen to the movement outside-she felt that this was wrong, because it meant that she was very concerned about this. The anomaly, even, can be regarded as trying to observe the anomaly, but confirming the external situation should not be regarded as unnecessary behavior.
Thinking about this, her heart was beating, a slight vibration passed through the ground and passed to her ears, vaguely sketching such a feeling in her mind—someone outside could not stay. Going down, decided to give up his reckless behavior and leave this house. Duff’s heart was suddenly filled with joy, like Little Red Riding Hood driving away the big bad wolf, but as soon as she straightened her body, she felt a rush of heat seeping in from the outside, and soon, this heat invaded along the gap. In the rooms on both sides, she heard the sound of rustling, and immediately understood that the other party had broken in and was looking for herself.
Duff is a person who is very active in details~IndoMTL.com~ She used her keenness to details to establish her own future in the red light district, which is a bright future full of expectations. Now, she found that her sensitivity to details seemed to have also caused her anxiety. She doubted whether she should have listened to the movement outside the door before, but it was too late to regret at this time, she moved slowly, hiding herself under the bed.
She could still hear the rustling moving in other rooms, and when the rustling approached this room, she still couldn't help peeping through the gap under the bed to see the changes outside.
She saw a pair of feet in boots, and she was standing by the bed, less than one meter away from her.
Duff's heart beat fiercely, and a drum-like sound was heard in her ears. She even felt that the beating of her heart had revealed her secrets. In this silent night, she might have been heard by the owner of those feet. And can't wait to take sleeping pills to let it down.
She still doesn't understand, who is the owner of these feet? Or, is it human? Because, her mind was slowly filled with weirdness. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)