Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Criminals play their masterpieces carefully in the dark, enjoying the thrill of revenge, venting and control in exclamation and sorrow. He has an IQ above the average. He knows how to control the damage caused by explosions and arson. He has surveyed the crime scene in advance and has done it for a short period of time, but he has made detailed observations and plans to know what is easy to observe and will not let. An abrupt environment. He knew the victims to a certain extent. He knew that what he did would affect the innocent, but he did n’t care. He didn't even care if he could kill the victim, he just wanted to release his anger, sadness, tyranny and despair.

There was a riot at the bottom of the building, the black crushed heads were squeezed into a piece, and people on the road across the wall stopped to watch, and many people on the front and back buildings also grilled the hall windows and stairs. I didn't see any figures I thought existed among these people, but I had a feeling that he didn't leave, and he was looking for me in the crowd.

I handed over Misaki to Zuo Jiang and separated from her. I decided to use my own bait to lead the guy out. If I were with Zuo Jiang, the guy who had seen the battle between Zhen Jiang and the devil might retreat. His mind has collapsed, the thinking circuit has become very different from ordinary people, but it is not impossible to think. He will follow his own principles and choose the weakest opponent in his judgment.

Therefore, as long as I found the order, as long as he is still on the scene, it will definitely appear in front of me.

I judge so and act. Zuo Jiang did not really leave, but just bypassed a certain distance to avoid being seen by the enemy.

I pretended to squeeze into the crowd at the bottom of the building in shock. The fire truck and ambulance had not yet arrived. The first to know that the residents who rushed downstairs in a fire rushed downstairs. I just pretended to be blank, and everyone could not help but scream.

Some people speculated that it was a gas explosion, which was echoed by most people, and therefore complained about me. Because the place of the accident was my home, and the enemy did come to me, everyone was just the pond fish that was affected. The reason is not clear, so I can only smile bitterly and use the words "be sure to pay attention next time" or something.

The floor on which my house is located is on the sixth floor. The burning flame diffuses upwards, but the speed of the room below is not very fast. The residential buildings in the community have also been around for quite some years. The sound insulation is not good. The slightly loud movements will be well-known. Usually, I will be distressed about the lack of privacy, but now I must be grateful. After reacting for the first time, most of the residents were able to escape, and even the neighboring house was not injured, but just choked for a while, and his face was black and very embarrassed. Everyone shouted at each other, but they did not see anyone on the seventh floor.

"The lights of those two have been black all the time, probably not yet back." Some residents reminded.

Others nodded one after another, unwilling to think about the situation where someone was inside. However, everyone knows that this is probably the case. On the seventh floor are young people who have just moved in. They often go out day and night, and no children need to be taken care of. It is reasonable to stay away from home at this time.

Seeing that the victims did not increase, the guilt in my heart completely disappeared. After telling everyone a short while, I heard the sirens of police cars, fire engines and ambulances approaching quickly. The person I was looking for didn't appear, so I just made an excuse and went to the next possible ambush point before leaving the circle.

The residential building where my house is located is located closest to the community wall. Observing on the road is a good choice. It can clearly see the fire scene and it is easy to escape at any time. Unless I want to confirm the status of the residents in the same building first, otherwise the road is the first goal.

When came to the gate of the community, the police had begun to intervene in post-disaster management, and the crowd was dispersed outside the guard zone. I came under the big tree facing the side of my building, and in front of me was a group of people watching lively. I did n’t squeeze in, just looking at the familiar back in the crowd with my eyes.

Just then, his shoulder was patted.

who? When did I get behind me? Not aware at all.

The thoughts of the flint electric light flashed across my mind. I reflexively turned around and drew a gun, but my shoulders were held by a huge force, sour and sore, and it didn't work at all. The revolver was instantly taken away, and a feeling of being attacked by a sharp object rushed across the skin like an electric current.

Familiar feeling, Hanmao stood upright.

I subconsciously ejected the dagger from the sleeve of my left hand, blocking it at the back waist, the same place where I was stabbed a few days ago. The attackers were intentional. Even if the wound was cured, there was a phantom pain like a nightmare.

The sharp blade was blocked by the dagger and wiped from the waist. The muscles were cut open, as if the pain was bitten by the evil dog several times. The dagger stabbed the man, and the sharp blade immediately pulled it back along the opening, and the wound enlarged by a third.

Metal confrontation, crisp but low noise. I jumped forward by force, as did the people behind. The power from the weapon is so great, I feel like I was pushed hard by someone, my body fluttered lightly, and I turned around when I landed five meters away.

The crowd behind didn't notice the movement here, the noise was still loud, but it strangely faded from my eardrum.

There is only one guy wearing a hooded sportswear and wearing his hat on purpose. Other beings, people or trees or cars are all meaningless scenes. The sound of the wind blowing over the treetops is like a wind leak from the set.

His brim was very low, and his head was drooping slightly, as if he looked weak, and he could vaguely see the chin hidden in the shadow. However, I knew he was staring at me, and the desperate and abominable eyes penetrated the shadows and the brim and kept falling on me.

Is like burning.

The kitchen knife in his left hand was dripping blood, and the blade seemed to have been used for a long time, and it had never been washed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ covered with **** stains. The right hand that should have been shot by me was intact, but it looked a little weird.

I touched the injured area with my right hand, the tentacles were warm and wet.

"Shirai." I called his name.

He raised his head slightly, and the visible part extended from the chin to the tip of his nose. I almost thought I confessed to the wrong person, it was quite scary. The loose skin is covered with wrinkles and spots, and some areas even peel off, only a trace of it hangs there. He scratched it gently with his hand, and the skin fell off, exposing pale flesh.

He didn't speak, suddenly waved the kitchen knife, like a doll off the body, shaking and falling forward a few times. Just a blink of an eye, the distance of nearly ten meters between us immediately disappeared.

So fast! The word had just formed in his mind, and he had lifted the blade upward at an angle lower than his waist. I just had time to lift the dagger, and the half-moon-shaped edge of light had passed between my chest and abdomen.

Is really a clean blow.

I subconsciously sighed in amazement, took a step back, and blood spattered from the wound immediately.

The wound is very deep. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I have seen the back of death.

Shirai's attack did not stop.

Same as that time, no, stronger than that time. The shot is more neat, refreshing, without hesitation, the angle is more tricky, like it has accumulated quite a lot of experience.

Is really terrible, it is worthy of being the guy who didn't become a messenger but successfully returned from the illusion of doom.

Even if there is no memory, in just a few days of completely releasing oneself, the instinct to kill life has been completely integrated into the body of vicious strengthening.

Lost the constraints of ethics and physical self-defense mechanisms, as if to compress his future in this short time.