Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 944: 0 Jun 1 hair

In the face of Father Edward, who had been talking to herself, Duff quickly understood what kind of guy she was facing. She had met similar people, and these people would always be complained of mental illness. . Father Edward's eyes are very gentle, his language and emotions are not tyrannical, but he is also full of what Duff can see and his pursuit of his own world. She fully understood that the old priest in front of her said that he was a saint, not a joke, a joke, he thought so from the bottom of his heart, and stubbornly wanted her to meet his dream "saint" must have The trait of-he doesn't care what kind of person she is at all, but tries to make her what he wants. And this is what Duff resists most. If she is willing to be what others hope for, then she will not work hard in the red light district now.

Duff realized that when the old priest on the opposite side tried to restrain and reform himself from soul to body, his morbid stubbornness, and the terrible mystery that made her have to come here, when added together, produced An unspeakable force made her feel cold and desperate.

Even so, she still tried to struggle.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. I don't think I am the protagonist of this world, nor do I want to be the protagonist." Duff's back finally leaned against the wall, but the cold and hard touch was strong. Resist yourself and prove that it is not an illusion.

"Whether you voluntarily or not, you have shown that you must become the protagonist of this world. No, it is the fate of becoming the master of this world. You just didn't notice it, but. When you leave here, you will definitely understand This world needs to be corrected, and you are undertaking this great mission." Father Edward smiled, took out a small cloth bag from his arms in a hurry, and spilled the fine pieces on the floor. Duff couldn’t see clearly. , As if those fine pieces are naturally accompanied by mosaics, which are evils deeply rejected by this world. She had never wanted to leave as urgently as she did now, even though the power to imprison her actions disappeared. However, he couldn't possess extraordinary mobility like Jonny did.

"Okay, the seeds have been sown, just waiting for the harvest in autumn." Father Edward took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead, as if he had completed a long-awaited job. Finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he said to Duff without hesitation: "Welcome to you, send you farewell, praise you, saint Saya."

Duff heard the name "Saya", and this proved even more. The mentally ill old priest in front of him didn't care who she was. Why must I run into such an unlucky thing? Duff thought with frustration. The reason Father Edward had said before was so pale to her that it was a joke. That's right. She has encountered some mysteries, which cannot be denied. There must be some mysterious factors in being able to escape from his own home, but before that, he was an ordinary person, and how did this Father Edward lock himself stubbornly? Has he been observing her? Is the mystery that allowed her to escape from his own home the reason why he identified her? Or, long before she did not know, before she could decide her own destiny, he had secretly identified his own destiny?

Duff’s mind is in chaos. Now he has nowhere to escape, and words can’t make the other party give up. It’s fine if there is a reason for him to approve, but everything that happened suddenly, no matter how you look at it. It's like an unsuspecting disaster. If I didn't bring back the boy, if I didn't think much before, and jumped out when Jonny entered the room, would the result be the same? These problems lingered deep in her heart. However, there was a fact that even she could not ignore. Even if the time goes back to that day, there will be no difference in her judgment and actions. Everything that happened was really due to fate. However, this fate is so cruel and runs counter to her ideals.

Duff still doesn’t know what role the saint Saya in Father Edward’s mouth is and what kind of future he has to face. The role that only exists in China is definitely not a good thing. Duff knew that if he couldn't fit that role, he would be tortured severely by the other party, not just for the sex, but also for the spirit. In the hands of such a mentally abnormal person, he would always be tortured. It is presented in a harsh and perverted way.

Duff has studied psychology, practiced in the red light district, and watched more documentary movies of perverted perpetrators. People like Father Edward do exist in this world, and he will do it. Action must also conform to the evidence in psychology. Unlike the fear caused by the incomprehensible mystery, this time, her heart fell into the ice cave because it was understandable.

"Then—" Father Edward uttered a set of self-made compliments, and some of them were words and pronunciations that Duff had never heard of before, all of this. , Duff’s ears were full of evil, and Father Edward’s pause even affected her heart and gave her a heavy meal.

"Please come with me, my lord saint." Father Edward said calmly, reaching out to Duff. Maybe he hadn't noticed it himself, but in Duff's heart, his "mine" prefix had already exposed his essence.

Duff used her shoulders to fiddle with the wall behind her. She even hypnotized herself. It was an illusion. The passage still existed, but she was hypnotized. This is the easiest way for her to understand and the most likely way to save herself from the predicament. However, her shoulders were swollen and painful, and her coat was scratched. These real feelings seemed to warn her, "Don't do these useless work."

Duff couldn't help but shed tears, and shouted to the old priest who was approaching in pain, fear and despair: "Don't touch me!"

"Don't be afraid." Father Edward walked up tenderly, pityingly, ready to grab her hand. When he met his gaze, Duff felt that his energy was drained, and he sat on the ground slid against the wall.

Suddenly.

The touch of the hard cement supporting Duff's back suddenly disappeared. Duff couldn't help but lay down, the change at this moment was like a thunder in her heart. Before she could react, she could only feel many hands sticking out from the darkness behind her, grabbing her, and dragging her back. Father Edward's gentle, loving and terrifying expression gradually solidified in Duff's eyes-changes were rapid, but she looked so carefully, and her nerves were tense. Let the whole process become slow, she can even feel how the goose bumps are bulging from her skin one by one.

"Heart!" A voice came from further behind, as if from a far away, with an amazing sharpness, penetrated the darkness in the distance, and made the suffocating scene like lightning. Come alive. Duff seemed to hear a "boom". The body, which had been drained of energy, once again returned to a state of free movement. But she still didn't struggle, because the seven or eight hands that grabbed her were still dragging herself back quickly, and this tingling sensation was obviously to save herself.

Duff saw Father Edward stand up straight. Staring solemnly behind her, the air seemed to be split, making a hissing sound, louder and denser before she realized what was happening. Resounded behind him.

It's a gun!

The familiar voice is that many people are shooting!

Dense bullets splashed in front of Father Edward. It's like a chainsaw cutting on a steel bar, setting off sparks after another, so dazzling that people can't look directly at it. The light became stronger and stronger for me, and Father Edward's figure became more and more blurred. After that, strong smoke erupted from the front and back, and immediately enveloped everything around me. Duff took a breath, choked his nose and tears. It was the effects of special bombs such as smoke bombs, flash bombs, and tear gas bombs. After she distinguished it, she breathed a sigh of relief. This was as powerful as she could understand. With the incomprehensible mystery and the understandable reinforcements, her heart turned slightly to the rear, but the mystery of the one-way effect before still left a shadow in her heart.

If the reinforcements only have this means, it is absolutely helpless with this Father Edward. Duff finally came back to his senses, even with seven or eight hands dragging him, he started struggling to get up, turned and ran. At this moment, she finally saw clearly what the hand that was dragging her was - that was a hand, but it was not only seven or eight, nor was it a human hand. Although it looks like a human hand, it is very slender, but it grows densely from the walls and the ground of the laneway, and it fills the visible range of the naked eye, and the palm of each hand holds the same heat. weapon.

Duff couldn't help taking a breath of air for this weird scene, but she was not so terrified that she passed out. At this time, she had recovered her original calmness, knowing that these hands would definitely not be harmful to her at this time. She bravely ignored them and kept rushing forward. These hands were dancing, and the bullets pouring out, no matter how she ran, they would only rub her body. The intensive firepower has not stopped, as if to completely blockade the place where Father Edward was. In a short while, a helicopter roared over her head.

Duff ran desperately, she just wanted to run, she didn't need to think at all, there would always be a gap in time, letting her know where to run. After passing by what kind of strange thing, and where I have arrived, I have no energy to confirm, as if running away is the most important thing in my life. The two sides of the field of vision gradually widened, there were condensed spots of light in front, a large number of figures were shaking, some people were shouting, beckoning, she staggered under her feet and fell to the ground, but soon someone rushed up and held her back. Her shoulders were taken away towards the light.

Duff panted, adapting to the sudden glare, and when she could see the surrounding scene gradually, she heard a violent explosion. She turned her head and saw thick fireworks blooming in the air in the direction she escaped. The helicopter was destroyed, followed by a series of explosions. Along that direction, the explosions sounded in a chain, and the strong smoke and hot air made the airflow violent. Only then did Duff realize what kind of guys were stopping Father Edward—armored vehicles, artillery, helicopters, heavy firepower, and special operations uniforms—this is an army!

Duff has never seen such a formal army in London. Even when terrorist activities occur and the streets are under martial law, there will be no army of this size. They should appear on the battlefield of foreign warfare. But. At this time, these people are not hallucinations. When Duff was in a daze. Someone patted her on the shoulder, and she suddenly woke up, only to realize that her arm was tightly pressed and her body was sitting on a bench. The needle was piercing her blood vessel and the pain of blood draw came.

"Are you okay?" The person who patted her on the shoulder said so, and quickly asked other people: "How is her condition?" Listening to her voice, she was a young and majestic woman.

"It's just being overwhelmed. The spirit needs to be adjusted, and the physical condition is good, and he is healthier and stronger than the average man." The person who answered was on the side of her field of vision. When she turned her eyes, she understood what she was in. ——A doctor and several nurses are busy performing physical examinations on themselves, probably the person in charge of the doctor is opening the report file and answering the questioner’s inquiry.

The person who asked the question just heard it. She is a young and dignified woman, but she wears the work uniform of an ordinary white-collar girl, and it is impossible to confirm what her real job is. The doctor in charge of the blood draw put a tube of blood into the shelf, and there were two tubes inside. Duff really didn't know why he was drawn so much blood. Afterwards, the doctor took out a small flashlight from his pocket, took a photo of her eyeballs, and supported her eyelids, making it impossible for her to close them. The intense light stimulated her lacrimal glands, but. She had no idea of ​​resisting at all.

Although I don’t like other people’s hands and feet, but compared to the terrible old priest, these tough people are like a timely rain, giving her a particularly strong sense of familiarity and security, as if she were herself From a nightmare land, back to his native hometown.

"It's okay." The doctor retracted the flashlight, patted her shoulder, and then said to the attending doctor who was checking the report: "No signs of infection."

Then Duff heard the attending doctor whisper gently: "This is the problem."

The young and dignified white-collar girl didn't say much to greet or comfort him, and simply said to Duff: "Come with me."

Duff didn't think, so instinct followed. When the two got into a car, there was another noise outside, only someone was yelling: "It's an infected person! I saw it!" "Quick! Stop it!" "Flame and freezing are used interchangeably, don't let Come in with a meat blanket!" "Use a concussion bomb! Don’t stop attacking when it turns into ashes!"...Orders like this one after another, but the dark window glass cuts off the view inside and outside the car. Duff doesn’t She knew what was happening outside, she had a hunch, but no one planned to confirm it at this time.

The car was not obstructed by the fierce fighting outside, and quickly evacuated after launching. Duff looked along the rear window. On the dark glass, there was a huge shadow rising from the direction she left, like The giant stands up, giving people a sense of oppression of a huge volume. Although it wasn't really true, Duff knew that it must be Father Edward's method. The voices made by this army have gradually become chaotic. Can they win the final victory? Duff's instinct told her that even if she wins, she must pay a considerable price.

The car quickly drove away from this area, and the dark glass finally returned to its clear appearance. Duff saw clearly where he was-on a street almost a kilometer away from the red light district. Her previous impression was still in the red light district. Did you leave that far without knowing it? Duff couldn't help but think. It is not impossible that the long, one-way street will make oneself leave the red light district. Duff still couldn't understand what the situation was like at that time. Those long lanes were definitely not the sights they would usually see. It was hard to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Duff feels very tired. Whether it is mentally or sexually, she leaves the battle scene farther and farther, as if her own bad luck has been temporarily put to rest. She gave up thinking about more things, quietly. Enjoy the peace in the car quietly.

"Hello~IndoMTL.com~Duff, do you know what is going on now?" About five minutes later, the white-collar girl sitting next to Duff spoke.

Duff’s spirit slowed down, and she gradually gained the strength to speak. She observed the white-collar girl who seemed to be of a very high status next to her for a while, thought about it, and said, "You are a cyber ball. ?"

"Oh, you know us?" The white-collar girl was a little surprised, but soon recovered her calm, "That boy told you, didn't he? What else did he say to you? Although it was very sudden, but, we, no, The situation faced by London is very difficult. I won’t say any polite words. I hope you can confess what you know to us. If you trust people in the government more, I can also arrange it."

"No, no need." Duff cheered up, and said sincerely and sincerely: "The boy told me that at this time, the Internet is the most trustworthy. I believe in him, so I also believe in you. . Please help me, I will tell you what I know, but I also hope you can tell me what the fate of this city will become for me and this city. It's already terrible now." 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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