Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I asked Bajing casually before I knew the name of the dead boy.

The cause of his death is unknown. Although I and Bajing both thought it was the cult behind Morino, but the original low-key organization suddenly became so much fanfare, because the reason was that he and the members of the organization had quarrels. Such a reason could not be justified.

There must be factors that we do not understand.

In addition to Morino, I also suspected that Misaki, the family's way of dying was too strange, and it looked like it was preyed by demons. She not only has a motive for committing crimes, but also has the ability to commit crimes.

However, Sakuya is missing and cannot confront her face to face.

I don't know how to comfort Bajing. I have advised her earlier. Her ordinary performance also made me think that she was psychologically prepared for such a result before making those decisions.

If there is any shaking, it cannot be found on the face of Bajing at this time.

"Want to talk to Morino?" I asked her.

She refused decisively.

"It's unnecessary, it doesn't make sense." She said, "I will find the answer myself."

Now that she has a decision in her heart, I don't need to say anything more.

I felt that the changes around me were accelerating and I was almost ready to fight. I decided to take the initiative.

There are currently three clues to dig out the cult organization. They are: Morino, Shirai, and Luanzhong.

Because Morino is Misaki's friend, Shirai is more valuable than Morino, so I decided to start with Luan Zhong.

Since Morino's limestone and intelligence obtained from Shirai can make enough contributions, the value I have naturally can make Shanluan refocus. I am the Mageweaver messenger, I have more graystones, and no one else knows about the nodes produced during the return.

The means by which those people found Shirai, I do n’t know, but what is certain is that it takes a considerable amount of time.

Luan Zhong's position in the organization does not seem to be higher than Morino. I took the initiative to send it to the door and I will definitely be able to seize more initiative.

After school, Bajing left immediately. I went to the first-grade classroom, and when I passed Morino's class, I glanced inside again, Morino was not there. She clearly knew that Miyaki lived in my house, but she didn't come to the door because of Misaki's absenteeism, as if she knew where she was.

If you follow Morino, you might be able to know where Sakuya is.

This is just a flash of thought.

Stood for a while at the first-grade staircase, and the boy who looked exactly like the picture passed me with a single-shoulder shoulder bag.

He did not realize my existence, and I was not in a hurry to stop him in school. For some things, it is better to find a place with few personal traces, and maybe good luck, he will take me directly to the foothold of the cult.

The tracking went unexpectedly smoothly. After leaving the school, Luan Zhong speeded up, walked cautiously around the street, and went into a fast food restaurant for dinner, which made his behavior more suspicious. I patiently trailed twenty meters away, hiding my trace through the crowd.

Around seven o'clock, Luan re-entered a relatively dark street, slightly dim and deserted.

I watched him knocking a door near the garbage dump from afar, and soon a bald man wearing a vest came out to talk, and then the two entered the door together.

If you judge according to the position of the door, you should go to a bar after entering, but I think that door is not just as simple as the back door of the bar.

It seems that you can save the gift of friendship.

After confirming the location of this door, I returned home.

After finishing today's homework, I tried to call Misaki's mobile phone, but I didn't connect after waiting for a long time.

This made me determined.

I tuned the alarm clock and fell asleep until I was woken up late at night.

The half moon outside the window was covered by gray-gray clouds. The color of the city became deeper and deeper. The lights in the distance fell asleep, and the wind blew through the treetops to make a sound, as if the whole world had only this kind of sound.

The night wind takes away the surface temperature of the skin, I feel calm inside, but the blood seems to start burning. There seems to be something lurking in the depths of the soul on weekdays.

I opened the cabinet and took out the clothes and props I had prepared.

Wear the goggles and armor, put on the knee-length crimson windbreaker, tie the laces, pull on the gloves, move your fingers and joints, insert the weapons and props into the interface of the windbreaker, and carry the quiver Improved crossbow.

Put on the mirrored headgear on the mirror, put the goggles on the forehead, and put down the hood.

I stared at myself in the dressing mirror, only to see a ghost that couldn't even see the face, and the whole body was hidden in the shadow.

Is different from me.

This ghost has an unstoppable power.

I opened the door to the balcony and stood on the balcony guardrail, overlooking the distant view of the city. This is something I used to want to do, but dared not do it.

Standing on a steel pipe with only a forearm and a distance of 20 meters from the ground, there is no fear at all, the body seems to be lifted by the breeze, and a urge to release rises in my heart. Those who go to the sea express their sighs and open their arms like that, wanting to embrace the whole world.

Quark's eyes glow like gems in the dark. It stared at me sideways, as if it could hear the blood running through my body.

The fully-powered car drove past quickly.

Greeted the sharp roar, the crow flapped its wings and flew towards the sky.

I also moved forward.

Stepped in the air, there was a strange empty feeling, the body fell down, the wind hit the eardrum, and the heart seemed to be unable to catch up with the speed of the body.

The sky and the earth in the field of vision shrank rapidly, and it looked like it was surging into his chest. At the next moment, it seemed that I was swallowed by the shadow of the building.

Sharp wind breaking sound.

The rope claws shot from the armor's mechanism caught the guardrail of a balcony, and the force involved quickly weakened the falling speed. When the feeling of touching the ground came from the soles of the feet, there was only the impact of jumping from a height of four meters.

Succeeded!

The body is hot, but in the depths it seems that there is another one who is calmly ruminating this unprecedented experience. I slowly stood up straight, waved my arms, and the rope claws pulled away from the balcony guardrail. UU read www. uukanshu.com vigorously rewinded back into the organization, making a subtle but crisp snap.

The sparse moonlight reflected a shadow hovering in the sky.

It fell like an arrow, spread its huge wings, and stood on my outstretched arm.

Quark's hoarse cry, as if expressing the joy of a night walker.

"Fly, quark, keep up with me." The voice from the throat was deep, and I suspected it was not myself.

Quark seemed to understand again and flew away again.

Visually inspect the two-meter-high fence in front, sprinting, jumping, flexing and compressing the muscles of the thigh, generating a huge force, throwing my body up, and steadily falling on the wall head with only two palms.

In the trance, I seem to have returned to my childhood. I used all my strength to run in a narrow alley, imitating the warrior who walked on the wall, stepping on the wall at the corner, and enjoying the feeling of stagnation for only one second.

Now I no longer need to make up for the illusions that I cannot do in my head.

This body hidden under the windbreaker has inexhaustible power.

Don't be afraid.

Indulge instinct.

Become a night elf, run on the top of the wall, jump and climb in the reinforced forest, and enjoy the freedom and pleasure that the vehicles bound in the driveway cannot bring.

The head of the wall is like a avenue, the roof is like a step, the night wind is playing in the ear, and the vertical wall is no longer an insurmountable sky. Unsleeping lights flashed underfoot, and the lonely streets were occasionally pedestrians and vehicles, and they were as busy as ants.

Sometimes, I would jump from the overpass to the top of a truck just under the bridge. The driver didn't even notice it. After carrying me for a distance to change direction, I jumped on another one.

So repeatedly.

The time to reach the destination is shorter than expected.