Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The staff at the gas station, the ugly man like the joke before the gray fox, is going back, and everyone is not vigilant, although the other party has no danger in terms of body, posture or clothing-he Neither robust nor wearing weapons, nor the smell of a warrior, except for the terrifying appearance, excluding the suspicious timing, location and attitude of his appearance, it is completely like an ordinary person. www.мdyzww.мWeb мmм There is nothing surprising about his complaint, tone and content.

"Map, about that area, and the map of this mountainous area, we have to go through here to the other side." The file asked. I think she said this, rather than trying to take chance, the taste of temptation is more intense, and this temptation is multi-faceted, and different conclusions will be drawn according to the other party's response.

"Cross here? Don't take the road?" Hearing the file, the ugly man turned his head hard and looked at her up and down. "What are you kidding me about? I don't have such a map. Most people don't have it, you know. How many people are lost in the mountains of Las Vegas? That ’s all professional wild adventurers. ”He said that, waving his hand like he was driving us, he walked back toward the house,“ If you do n’t want to buy anything, do n’t waste my time. ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but stop because he saw Miyaki coming out of the house. Perhaps it was shocked by the strange gray costume, the muscles on his face twitched, and then he scolded: "Damn! Get out of my house!"

Saki Ye didn't hear him at all, and walked directly to me. The file asked, "Is there any gain?" She took out a bunch of keys from the back like magic, and one of them was obviously different from other keys. It was silver and looked very high-tech-in short, Not the same as ordinary keys.

"What are these for?" The filer asked, playing with the keychain.

"Go away! You gangsters! Don't think you're holding a gun—" The ugly man forced him aggressively. However, without taking a few steps, he heard a gunshot—the man's forehead was bleeding. He fell to the ground in an instant, and behind him, the cleaner put the muzzle down without changing the color. Cheka walked up quickly and checked, confirming: "It's dead." Originally, this procedure was unnecessary. But the file seems to have popularized common sense for them. The theoretically terrible injury is not inevitable in the "mystery".

Although the attack happened very suddenly, even the file was stunned, but. After the incident, Sakuya did not shake at all. To be honest, this is the first homicide that happened after she turned into a gray transformation. The victim is only suspicious, but her performance. She was totally different in normal circumstances.

"Are you okay? Sakuya." Despite the control of the brain hardware, the feeling of worry was suppressed, but I still said this, it felt a bit strange, not a completely mechanical simulation of emotional behavior. I could hear the sound of my own voice, and the file that was frowning at the corpse of the ugly man also cast a strange look on me.

Sakuya didn't answer, just tilted her head and looked at me, and couldn't see her expression hidden behind the mask, but the action seemed to make it very clear: what could happen?

For the cleaner to suddenly kill the ugly man. No different voices appeared in the team. Admittedly, this guy may really be an innocent person, but the appearance and attitude have made us a very bad first impression. It is really wrong to die like this, but. For this group of mercenaries who are killing people almost every week, or even 365 days a year, when they are on a mission, for the sake of insurance. Killing some innocent people is not a big deal, especially in this action involving anomalies. Under tremendous pressure and danger, even just doubting has already satisfied the reasons for the hands-on.

Years of life and death battles always make people cold and cruel.

The cleaner's shot was abrupt, and the blood sprayed from the forehead splashed on the file's face, but the reason for the file's frown may be such a reason, but it makes people think that most of it is not the reason. I do n’t think it ’s necessary to kill this man here, but since nobody disagrees with such behavior, I have n’t said those kind words—maybe, excluding the influence of brain hardware, I have indeed suffered Confused about the first impression of this ugly man. My eyes fell on a side of overgrown grass, and the thick purple saliva was a bit sick, but the data on the retina screen showed that it was just because the man was chewing a betel nut-like fruit.

Cheka confirmed the death of the ugly man. The file gave me another look. I nodded, indicating that the data on the retina screen was the same. If something resurrects later, there must be some kind of "mystery" at work, but that situation is beyond the normal scope, and there is no need to blame the judgment at this time.

"Where did you find the key?" Asked the file after confirming the file.

"Just hang on the wall." When Sakuya replied, the file had already entered the room, and I followed. The chalet is as messy as it is seen from outside the window. Basically, it is impossible to find out what you want according to the law. It even makes people wonder whether the owner can do it. If the debris on the ground is not removed, there will not be enough places for three people to stand. Miyaki pointed to the wall to the right of the door, with a few nails on it, and that was where the keychain was hanging. These keys seem to be used to open the old locks of that style, but there is no such thing in the wooden house-the retina screen has confirmed this in the initial glance, and they are not used to Turn on those outside the tanker.

Of course, the ugly man has said that he does n’t live here, maybe these keys are used where he usually lives, but in general, it is still suspicious.

"Just hang on it?" The file asked Sakuya again, and Sakuya nodded.

"He didn't seem to think that someone would **** it." Cheka stood outside the door and said.

"Who would come to such a place to rob an abominable person in ordinary people's words? And, no one would want to rob the keys." The file said with a sneered tone, "So, this is simply Prepared for people like us. Do you know what I think? We just walked into other people's scripts, and it was still a horror movie. "

Cheka was silent for a while, and asked, "Is it okay to kill that man?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you kill him or not, because we can't judge what role he plays in the end." The file said: "And. If he is innocent, he will naturally not affect the action, if he is not ... … I didn't show my identity for the first time, but I was pretending to be a ghost, wasn't it a matter of course to kill him? ”Explained this. The capable female mercenary leader turned his eyes to me and Sakuya. Say: "I'm more worried, you will not be accustomed to the practices of those of us. Even a powerful fighter like Mr. Gao Chuan has not killed someone who looks like an innocent person who does not know the details? Miss Miyake is very capable. But it seems to be just ordinary people? "

"In fact, it's a little different from what you think." I looked at him calmly. In my memory data, there was a record that Gao Chuan set fire to the scene after murdering the wizard. Some really innocent people died in that fire. Therefore, it is not entirely correct for me to inherit this kind of data to say that I really killed someone.

The file is worried about Misaki's reaction, and I must be worried if I can, but Misaki looks as calm as these murderous veterans-it's like dreaming. She didn't answer the question of the file directly, so. At least it looks pretty good now. I can clearly feel that the cleaner's behavior and the file's questions have caused the team to start running in. Although, these mercenaries are quite tough. However, it feels completely different from the union with the magical girl and Long Aotian and others in the night of Valpus.

When the two sides put their own ways of thinking, attitudes and practices on the table, real cooperation begins. The first thing to do is the unity of cognition and action. As for whether to approve such an approach, it is the latter thing—obviously, the mercenaries understand what they are doing, so when I and Saki Ye give a certain attitude, a certain tacit atmosphere will separate ideas and distance Everyone who is different is shrouded together and initially formed into a practical team.

For the first time, the mercenaries who looked at me and Misaki no longer looked at their employers, but at teammates.

"Very good." The file smiled happily, reaching out and holding it with me. "This man died very valuable. I'm glad to work with you whisperers again."

"Did that bring the high-frequency pan-domain cutting device?" I smiled and glanced at her waist, where there was only a holster.

"Of course." The file said: "That's our killer, isn't it?"

"Hope you don't need to use it." This is my answer. The power of the critical weapon is unquestionable. However, if the situation develops to rely on such an extraordinary weapon to solve it, then it must be quite bad-in that case The chance of survival of the Greystone Fortifier will be less than 50%, which means that all members of this team may be killed in addition to me, files and Sakuya. For the file team that has just been reorganized It is undoubtedly a hit.

Obviously, the file itself understands this very well and says to me: "I hope so."

We don't care about this wooden house anymore. Maybe there are some useful things buried in these messy messes, such as maps. However, for a team determined to enter the anomalous zone, the map out of the Las Vegas mountains is actually no longer important. At first, it was mentioned as an introduction and excuse to make everyone determined. Everyone in the team Individuals know this well.

Spend a lot of time sorting out the house clutter, find out what may or may not exist, even if it exists, but the practical value may also be very small, in the eyes of everyone, it is a boring act that is not proportional to the effort and gain . We do n’t seem to lack time and energy, but in fact, when the Nazis are still doing their best in Las Vegas, they stay in this non-anomalous zone, remote but not far from the city, the same Is extremely dangerous.

If you do n’t want to work with the Nazis immediately, the best way is to run as fast as possible, or as far as possible, or enter a place that is isolated from the normal world, such as the anomalous zone we are going to.

When we stood inside the house to communicate, the gray fox and quick guns outside had dug out holes in the open space where the bones of ugly men were buried. Cheka and the cleaner held their arms and stood watching the two men with relish Throw the body of the ugly man into the tomb. When I, Saki Ye and the file came out, the cleaner was taking the match from the gun, and when the gray fox poured gasoline into the tomb, the match was lit and thrown in.

In order to avoid the resurrection of the dead as much as possible, this step is conceivable. However, this is only done when you are very concerned about the other party's anomalies and you have time to spare. The ugly man was a bit miserable. He appeared at an inappropriate time and place. His appearance also greatly reduced his points. Coincidentally, the murderers who killed him also had enough time to do the corpse destruction.

When the fire ignited, the cleaner asked me standing beside her: "Did you usually do so troublesome?"

"No, I'm doing it now. It's just a special case." I stared at the fire that rose with the wind and said, "If you don't like trouble, you can choose not to kill him."

"Sorry, I don't want to bury it." The cleaner swept my face with a sharp eye, and there was a feeling that the blade was over the face. She let out a low laugh, "But this time, it's kind of interesting. If this guy can do this, and this guy can still stand in front of me, that's the real surprise."

"You seem to want things to be like that?" I confirmed calmly.

The cleaner just shrugged his shoulders as an ambiguous reply.

"Then you have to pray for better luck." I said.

"Pray for his luck to reappear?" Said the cleaner, rubbing his long knife tied around his waist.

"No, I hope you won't die before he appears." I stared at her eyes. Clearly see her pupils tighten at this moment, and then continue to say, "Because, you can never turn over like he did."

The cleaner and I stared at each other for a while, after the file issued a "start" command. Squinting and turning around, before leaving, turned his back to me and said to me in a tit-for-tat tone: "I will not die."

"Everyone will die." I answered her in this way. "Except me, everyone in this world will die." Of course. Her reaction was naturally as if she heard a big joke. If she thinks this is a deliberate counterattack, then she is very wrong. When I made such an answer, I was very calm, just stating a future that I had repeatedly confirmed.

Everyone in this world will die, and all must die. But, before that moment comes, they must be alive. That's all.

"Here!" Said the cleaner in a very strong tone. "The file is wrong. We are all normal. You are the real heresy!"

I don't know how she saw it, whether she was arrogant, but I didn't refute it. After confirming on the retina screen that the corpses in the tomb were completely burned, they walked behind everyone and left the humble, seemingly weird gas station.

When I got in the car, I felt that the cleaner seemed to be staring at me with that sharp eye, even though we were not in the same car. The convoy was on the road again. Soon after, when I came to myself, my eyes that seemed to have penetrated the vehicle's steel plate disappeared. There was nothing left. We finally saw the deep valley marked on the map, and the only one for people to cross this valley. Road-It's like a "mouth" character missing the vertical on the right. The vertical on the left is the tunnel that divides the normal and abnormal areas.

From the outside, the entire tunnel is only a few tens of meters long. However, if the temporary data hedging space has already been expanded in the tunnel, the length in ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ may not match the appearance. The file of the driving vehicle stopped at ten meters before the entrance of the tunnel. It seemed that it was necessary to prepare the others behind him again for a short period of time. It was not too long. After a minute, they no longer ignored whether they had finished praying. Drive towards the tunnel.

The air was as hot as ever, as if sprinkled over the top of the head, a layer of ashes that had just been extinguished. On the hazy and discolored sky, an eagle bird glide across its wings suddenly, making a whimper. Subsequently, the light in front of him suddenly dimmed, leaving only the headlights of the car less than ten meters away.

Because of the ubiquitous interference caused by the Nazis, the chain decision cannot be used, and the light in the tunnel is not enough to allow the retina screen to observe too far away. Therefore, the environmental data I obtained fell into the lowest point since the operation, even insufficient To determine whether the area of ​​this tunnel is consistent with its appearance. The sound of the engine is particularly loud, and the echoes are so loud that it can even make people uneasy. The "everything is normal" timed call is constantly coming from the radio. In addition, the retina screen also shows that there is dripping water nearby-although I did not hear the exact sound, this "sound" did come into the ear. It was captured and filtered out by the brain hardware.

Because they can't see too far, the team's movement is extremely cautious and slow. The pavement was rather smooth, and it was deliberately paved with cement.

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