Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Second impact

Engels had snore in the recliner when the clothes he wore when he attended the banquet were dry.

(Reading Network) Alice stared dumbly at the roof of the house in a daze. In this gloomy and humid weather, she had to shrink into a house full of antique flavors. There is no entertainment at Ranwen.com, and her bones are about to be moldy.

After the stimulating battle passed, my heart seemed to be dug out of a large gap, and I felt more sleepy, as if everything in my head had become a pile of mud-even if I did n’t like fighting, I was afraid of injury and pain, but In this unusual world, it seems that only struggle can resolve the boring.

"If it's as friendly as tourists, it must be a different mood now." Alice sighed deeply, and she didn't notice that the eyes I cast at her were just to relieve her own boredom and Anxious and talking to himself. However, her face is much better than when she first met. I think at least this boring time can do nothing to dilute the tragic and fearful things she has encountered.

Indeed, purely in terms of style and customs and the uniqueness of the scenery and climate, this place already has all kinds of conditions to become a cultural scenic spot. However, it was a shadowless thing after all. Ran to the street casually, and at any time I might encounter an accident that even my bones would be eaten clean.

It was precisely because of the dangers of this world that I had to shrink in this old house that was not spacious.

The food stored in the room is unappetizing, and there is nothing that can pass the time. It can only be stuck in a chair, listening to the thunderstorm outside the window, and counting the sand dripping from the neck of the hourglass In front of the warm fire, let your thoughts vanish in light and shadow.

After changing the dry clothes for Zhenjiang, I placed her on a chair near the fireplace. Occasionally looking away from the gap of the dressing curtain, you can see her sitting in the chair in the elegant posture of a lady. The back is like a magnet, clinging to the back of the chair, and the head is slightly sideways, revealing a half-dream half-waking expression. Black, soft and long hair fell on the shoulders, contrasted with a white, slender neck and delicate collarbone.

When not speaking, Zhenjiang is a beauty who can hardly find flaws. I already have a deep understanding of this point, but even at this moment, she must have accumulated abnormal thinking in her mind.

I also put on the gown for the dinner party, leaned against the wall near the window, and took out my favorite camel cigarette from my pocket-once soaked in rain, squeezed and deformed, and baked, it became In front of the eyes of this shattered and shriveled look. This unbearable look is simply a true portrayal of my current life. I immediately flashed this thought in my mind, and then abandoned it behind my head, rubbing the cigarette in the palm of my hand, and smoothing it in my mouth. Lit.

The mellow smell of smoke swirled in the mouth and lungs, and a white long snake spewed from the nose. There was a moment of wonder in the brain. How long has it been since a person was quietly dazed and smoking? The back that once ran into the school toilet secretly smoking seems to have become thin after many washings. Obviously it was more than a month ago, but the people and things at that time were vaguely left with only a silhouette, replaced by a corpse.

It is really strange that the voice of the dead is deeper than that of the living. What joke is this world making?

In retrospect, although I am a top student, I don't have any unique talents at Ranwen.com. Think about it, at most, it is a role like a golden one. Anything can be done, and everything is better than most people, but it is the best without Ranwenshu.com, and there are many undeniable vices, but it is only covered by the halo of the top student. It turned out to be this kind of self. He survived from so many fierce battles. The elite combatants he encountered could not be counted with his fingers. Only he survived. Most people want powerful warriors.

Luck?

Strength?

Or is it destiny?

This makes me unable to think, what kind of fate is it, let me walk into this kind of life? And where does it end and what appearance does it appear?

Although when looking backwards, you can capture the trajectory of fate from your own footprints, but when looking forwards, it is still a mist. However, even if the context cannot be seen, it does not mean that it does not exist. Although some people say that if everyone's destiny is established, no matter what they do, they are already in their destiny, then the prophecy has no meaning. However, sometimes I really want to know what my future will look like, even if the possibility of tragedy cannot be ruled out.

"That ..." The hesitant voice that sounded not far away interrupted my thoughts. I looked over there, and Alice didn't know when to sit down in front of Miyake, with a lingering expression, Eyes stared at the girl wearing a mask.

"What's wrong? Miss Alice." Sakuya asked back. I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion. After wearing a serious women ’s suit, her voice has become more mature than before, and it is very gentle and exudes a reassuring breath. It seems like an older sister than Alice. . The tyranny in battle, the weakness in crying, and the stubbornness in anger seemed to be absent from her body at all.

Should we say that we have grown, or something else?

Girls, they really are some difficult creatures.

"What should I call you? Recorder?" Alice said hesitantly.

"Ah, no, my name is Sakuya, just call my name." Sakuya smiled, although the facial features were hidden under a weird mask, but it did not give an abrupt feeling. Friendlyness seemed to be from the mask Infiltration is general.

"Well, that's true, is it really okay? You generally can only call the code name for this kind of work?" Alice said.

"No, there is no clear text regulation of Ranwen.com. Although everyone is accustomed to using code names, many people's code names are not easy to remember, and they change from time to time for various reasons. Moreover, I have no talent for replacement numbers. So, instead of using unpleasant codenames, it is better to call the name directly. "Sakuya explained.

"So it turns out, then, I'll call you Sakuya. You can also call me Alice, you don't need anything like a lady."

"Ok."

"Then ... Sakuya, I want to ask ..." Alice again showed a hesitant expression.

"What? Please say it, Alice." Sakuya said softly quietly.

"It's about this kind of mask." Alice's face became firmer, and her eyes no longer dodge, falling straight on Saki Ye's face. "You seem to have gotten rid of the mask's control. Can you tell me what I've learned?" And, your mask does n’t seem to be an ordinary type, is there any difference? "

"This thing ..." In the nervous gaze of Alice, Miye smiled regretfully, "I actually don't know very well. It's just that if there is someone who really loves in my heart, you will definitely get strength from there, Although it may not be the point of getting rid of control. Alice ’s boyfriend also successfully sent you out of the street because she loved Alice deeply? Although I do n’t know, what happened to him. "

"Are you really in love ..." Alice chewed on this sentence, then shook her head with a disappointed expression, "It is a pity that although he is very grateful to the man, he is not my boyfriend. I am right He does n’t feel that way.

"Is that true?" Miyaki was a little surprised at first, and immediately showed a clear look, "Do you want to wear a mask?"

"Yes, although I feel scared, I have seen everything that happened in the yard before." Alice hesitated and nodded, "It seems dangerous, but among the people I know, the man is temporarily not Mention, Saki Ye, you seem to have completely got rid of the mask control. This place is dangerous, so I want to have the power to protect myself. "

"Such ..." Miyaki's head suddenly turned towards me, and Alice's eyes also fell on me. I smoked cigarettes indifferently and did not intend to take out the last mask. The lessons of Misaki ’s previous car are enough to prove the danger of the mask. The Saki Nightclub became what it is now. No ranwen fiction net was controlled by the mask. It was completely an accidental case in which various anomalies were intertwined.

When the matter in this town has not yet developed to this point, I have studied why Sakuya, who does not have the combat capability of Ranwen Fiction Net, was sent to this team. The demonstrative memory that she showed off is actually more suitable for working in headquarters.

Now think about it, perhaps the reason why I can enter the world of Irene ’s nightmare is because of the possession of the demon. Well, Sakuya, who was once a demon parasite, must have some traits in her body, so she awakened her talents and even changed the mask.

Miyaki once mentioned that when she was fighting with the control of the mask, a third force suddenly appeared from her body, changing the situation of both parties, and thus letting Miyuki's personality win the final victory. I have always felt that after the exorcism, the power of the demon remained in Sakuya's body.

Relying on this power, Sakuya showed extraordinary fighting instincts.

In addition, the demon that once parasitized Saki Ye was now my emissary, and this connection is also one of the factors for success.

Finally, from the description of Misaki, the demon initially chose her as her body, and there is a high probability of Misaki ’s physique.

If this spell mask is one of the doomsday powers, then Misaki has already had a certain amount of experience with the doomsday powers.

All these factors make Miyake's growth itself a special case. Ordinary people like Alice, once wearing a mask, either immediately died or were immediately controlled by the mask. There is almost no other possibility of burning novels.

Maybe I understood my thoughts from my attitude. Alice's face was a little sad, but it seemed like she was relieved.

"It's better not to risk." Miyaki comforted her: "We will protect you."

"Hmm ... Saki, how do you feel wearing this mask? Does it have any effect on eyesight, hearing and smell?" Alice turned the subject away.

"There should be no Ranwen Fiction Net. What should I say ..." Miyaki laughed a little embarrassedly, "Personally, I can't feel the mask on my face at all."

"Hey? What do you mean?"

"That is to say, this mask is almost like a part of the skin. However, when I think of removing it, it will tear off my face, and I feel creepy." Sakuya rubbed her arm, and Alice also She shivered with empathy.

"Couldn't I take it off in the future?" Alice said nervously.

"Hey?" Sakuya seemed to have never expected this, and exclaimed.

"Yes, I can take it down." Before the two were in a panic, I quickly inserted into the topic, "I have seen many mages need to change their masks. And, Aye, you should also notice the power of the masks. It ’s not unlimited, then it must be supplemented. I think maybe it can be taken off when the power in the mask is exhausted. "

"Ah ... that's the case, I'm relieved." Sakuya sighed and patted her chest.

"Because the power of the mask is limited, there is no way to supplement it at the moment, so you must do a good job of distributing the power. A night, this time you raid the teleport point, you will be one of the most important combat powers. If you run out of power in the streets, return to reality, you may not need to put on this mask again. "

Although I think she would mind that she always wears such a mask, but after hearing that she returned to reality, the mask would lose its effectiveness, she was very quiet. After a while, she made a soft "um" sound, the sound hadn't fallen yet, a sudden shock came from the ground, and a violent roar came from afar.

It seemed that there was a thunder, but the people who stayed in this room, except Alice, could hear it. It was not thunder at all.

Before the shaking of the ground disappeared, Engels jumped up as if he had fallen asleep, glancing around unconsciously.

"What? What happened?" He shouted.

At this time, only Zhenjiang can comfort and rest, and everyone looks at each other. I dropped my cigarette butts and came to the window, looking out from the gap in the curtain. A lot of wizards came out of the houses adjacent to and across the street, and the endless crowd of people in the street also stopped, although their expressions could not be seen clearly through the hood and mask, but there was either messy or hesitant movement Judging by this, I was obviously surprised by the sudden explosion.

When Zhenjiang and I made a big fuss in the mask workshop, they also looked like this. Less than two hourglasses before the workshop was raided, such an explosion occurred again, the relevance of which was really reminiscent.

I ca n’t see whether their expressions are angry or frightened at this time. I think that the “street” where the hiding place is so tight must have been very safe and stable for these locals, but now they have made unexpected contacts one after another In the war, even the workshop was almost destroyed, and they must have been hit hard.

Although you can see the direction of people on the street from the window, you can't see things in that direction. Soon, the wizards hurried in that direction under the heavy rain. Some people came out of the house one after another and merged into the flow of people. The dense sound of footsteps was connected with the sound of the pattering rain. I noticed that this unusual behavior didn't seem to be entirely spontaneous, these wizards received some kind of call. But I'm not a wizard, and I can't see the scenery in the eyes of the wizards who came to the street from this window, so I don't understand what happened.

"Aye, something is wrong, do you feel anything?" I turned and asked towards Sakuya.

"No, there is no Ranwen Fiction Net at all." Miyake shook her head doubtfully, and asked with some concern: "What happened? Is Captain Jung and Dorothy in danger?"

"Well, a little ..." Before I finished, Engels interrupted.

Engels had opened the back door to the yard, his eyes shifting anxiously between the house and the sky outside. From there a strong wind blew Engels' black robe, and the ashes and flames in the fireplace swelled.

"Look at it," he called.

In addition to Zhen Jiang lying in the chair, the wind stayed still, and I, Alice, and Saya Ye ran past. The wind did not blow into the house, but was sucked out of the house. In the past, the gray fog floating in the air floated in the direction of the wind, and in a few moments, countless clearly visible wind channels were formed in the gloomy air. Just standing at the door, I felt the strong wind, it seemed to lift people up, and the rain curtain also showed a clear bias.

The indescribable massive fog that can only be described by the movement of wind and cirrus clouds makes the sky in this area clearer than ever, and you can almost see the electro-optic thunder snake moving in the dark clouds directly from the ground. The ever-gathering fog condenses into a giant cross of the Mary Jones family in the distance in the distance ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The footsteps that sounded outside the wall are undoubtedly moving in that direction.

"What the **** is he doing ..." Engels opened his mouth stunned.

Touch, touch, touch—

A knock on the door woke us up. Alice's face tightened suddenly, clearly showing tension and panic. I also smelled vigilant in Engels and Sakuya. Engels concealed the back door, Sakuya clenched his fists hard, our eyes met each other, and I stepped forward to try to come by, Engels personally protects Alice, and Sakuya acts as a help.

Touch, touch, touch—

When I walked to the wall of the main entrance, people outside knocked on the door impatiently again.

"Who is it?" I asked in my memory, searching for the local language.

It was a fierce gunshot that answered me. The door opened like a honeycomb. The bullets that flew into the house were embedded in furniture and walls, and a piece of lime wood chips was lifted. Then the door was kicked from the outside.