Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I listened carefully, it was indeed a barking dog, followed by a pleasant, but trembling swallowing sound.

This building contains something more dangerous than the dead.

It is alive, and it lives in the upper level of the food chain.

I once again remembered the picture of the six-eyed evil dog on the roof of the old toilet in the school.

No matter what it is, I don't think I can avoid it. The dog has a strong sense of smell, and it will soon know that I am here. No matter where I escape, as long as it is in a place enclosed by walls and iron gates, it is impossible to escape its pursuit.

If I want to escape, I must find the key to unlock the iron door lock.

I guess and hope that I am here, the third floor of the building, is not meaningless.

The portrait of the six-eyed evil dog on the roof of the old toilet is so realistic, as if it is really alive, every moment is breathing in a way that we cannot understand. The guy who left it there must be wise no matter whether he is a human or something.

Think about it, a wise guy buried a trap and threw me and others into this cruel world, just hoping that we would die like a maggot?

If he wants us to be able to do something, he will surely leave a hint of survival.

There is nothing wrong with my logic.

This floor is temporarily safe, but it can be seen from the style of the room door that they are all ordinary rooms, and there is no place where keys can be stored.

This is not a violent institution such as a police station. There will be no more powerful weapons than an axe. Perhaps there is only such a fire axe here.

So I have to go up and fight that thing which may be a canine. Only in the place guarded by the boss can I have the most critical treasure.

If the person who designed me has wisdom, then this is the roughest and easiest test for the game.

Yes, this is a survival game, and this is the answer to my reasoning.

I'm not afraid at all.

I walked up the stairs step by step.

Carrying an axe in both hands, smoking a cigarette fiercely, Mars and smoke resemble the breath of a dragon.

Although I can't see it from the outside, I was called "The Fearless River" since I was a child.

In the age of climbing trees, turning horizontal bars, walking on narrow corridor guardrails, jumping from high stairs and floors, turning over high walls, and trying to use eaves to walk on the walls as children's games, everyone is wanton and unrestrained. Fear of bleeding and broken bones, I do n’t think it is disgusting to step on a frog and eat roasted locusts, just to get brave praise and admiration.

Of course the adults disagree, they just feel afraid.

"How can you do that, it's too dangerous!"

"Who is your head?"

"Gao Chuan. He is very powerful."

"Don't play with him! Have you heard? I want to find his parents! This child needs to be well educated."

I was severely reprimanded, and my companions left one by one.

As they grow older, adults teach children what fear is.

I did n’t repent at first, still running on top of the eaves and walls, but when I was left alone, I could n’t do it in the eyes of everyone, it was too boring, and it was a bit stupid, others surprised me as a play .

I became a top student, did not involve dangerous behaviors, did not participate in sports activities, and focused on my studies. My junior high school dream was to become a dynamics expert, which requires a high degree of education.

Now I am used to taking care of myself as an example of a top student, combing medium and short hair carefully to reveal an intellectual and delicate face, and sometimes wear plain glasses. The school uniform is meticulous, wraps the shapely body like a film, and joins the student union to actively participate in the learning competition. At the end of each semester, the praise in the personal evaluation report almost overflows the grid.

Despite this, I believe that the fearless courage and strength of childhood are still lurking in the body, soul and blood.

Every step, the muscle tremor becomes clearer. Over the years, it has never been as strong as it is now, as if the thick rubber band has been gradually pulled to the limit. The blood is running, the heart is beating, and their voices are ringing in the ears.

I want to shout, the sound explodes in my chest.

Even if I close my eyes, I am sure that I can find a way forward.

The barking of the dog gradually disappeared.

It didn't leave, I could feel its gaze to examine the prey. It's such a creature, hide it, look for opportunities, and hit it deadly, this is not cowardly, but cunning.

Where is it hidden?

I stopped before stepping on the last step.

The corridor is in front of me. As long as the step is not taken, the left and right sides are solid walls. There is no place higher than the fourth floor, this is the end of the battlefield.

I didn't see it, my eyes were blocked by the wall, so where is it staring at me? What is certain is that the wall is not fortified at all.

The left side of the corridor? Or is it on the right?

Maybe it doesn't depend on vision at all? Is it using smell and sound to determine my location? I think I can try it.

I took off my school uniform jacket and suddenly threw it forward.

Call——

It seems that the air is torn apart.

The school uniform flew into the corridor as if hit by something. I didn't see clearly. The whole coat bulged to the left as if covering a large object, and flew into the corridor deep in the blink of an eye.

Opportunity, I grabbed my ax and jumped into the corridor, lowered my body, and faced the left side of the corridor in a posture of alertness. Although I just glanced at it, I have determined that there is nothing on the right, and it is the body of the thing that fluttered the coat.

At a distance of about twenty meters, the jacket lost its power to fly, and slowly fell by inertia.

I still don't see exactly what it looks like.

To be precise, I have nothing in front of me.

But I heard the sound of the heavy body landing, heard its angry gasp and threatened growl.

It's on the side of the coat, it's transparent, it's hidden in the air.

"Come here, I'm not afraid of you!" I spit out my cigarette butts and roared like a demonstration.

I know how to deal with this guy. I have seen danger and read various books. It is weird, but it cannot cause me to raise unknown fear, because its existence cannot match the imagination of the enemy class.

It's just an invisible beast, I haven't seen it before, but it's nothing strange. In human fantasy, this is just a weird inferiority. Humans even came up with countless ways to kill Die it.

I know what is going on with blood and injuries, and understand that the beast is not unscrupulous. I have more knowledge in my head than other people of the same age, and understand what the five senses can do.

Invisible, does not mean that it cannot be judged.

There is a strong smell in the air, its body is strong and powerful, and it will blow strong wind when leaping. My sense of hearing, smell and skin are all outlined.

It was angered, the bark was fierce, and with a bad wind, it rushed towards me, and the invisible momentum almost filled the entire corridor.

I feel it is as big as two Great Dane.

The distance of twenty meters was shortened in one breath.

I swung the axe hard.

Didn't hit anything, the wall on the left made a pedaling sound.

I rolled forward without thinking. The strong wind fell behind me, and then jumped up again.

I didn't have time to get up, so I could only continue to roll and thrust the axe like a spear upward.

Poof——

The dull impact sound.

Heavy strength passed from the wrist to the shoulder, sore and sore, the axe almost took off, but I hit it.

It was stretched out and jumped back a few steps. I also took a few steps backwards and crouched on the ground. If it is not a narrow corridor, but a broad lawn downstairs, then it can quietly bypass the front and attack me from behind or from the side, but it can't be as it is here.

This is the battlefield I chose.

While roaring, he slowly approached me, and it seemed that the next step would be a violent rush.

I will maintain the axe in the easiest position to chop, and slowly retreat at its pace.

Advances and retreats like a repulsion field between the two.

Only three meters away from the gate at the end of the corridor, I picked up my school uniform carefully, like a matador, holding a weapon in one hand and a red cloth to tease prey in the other.

Its purpose was achieved, I was forced into a dead end.

I can only step forward.

The moment I was about to step, it rushed up.

I split the air again, the sound of the floor still fell on the wall, and flew to the ceiling again in an instant.

There is no time for thinking at all, and I threw an axe at it hard.

It jumped to the drag window with a scream, and the ax made a bang, which was embedded in the wooden ceiling.

The glass suddenly splashed outwards and sprinkled downstairs like rain. I saw cut reflections of walls, sky and light among the rotating debris. UU reading www.uukanshu.com it threw again.

I opened the school uniform with both hands.

His head and forelimbs hit the school uniform, almost tearing it. I quickly let go of it, and it brought my school uniform, knocked me off without losing his cast, and smashed it **** the wall.

I felt like I was hit by a car at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, and the bones all over my body were broken.

I spit out **** saliva, opened my eyes vigorously, jumped towards the axe embedded in the ceiling, and grabbed the handle of the axe.

The axe is embedded too deeply.

I hung on the handle of the axe. The beast in the front and the bottom was fighting against the school uniform covering its head. The raised shape of the cloth outlined its head.

I swayed my waist and feet vigorously, and pulled the axe off with the power of the front swing.

When it tore the school uniform into pieces, I had swayed to the front, and the ax hit the head hard. A tremendous force pierced his wrists, slamming, and spurting a lot of blood from where the axe was cut.

It screamed, jumped back with an axe, wobbled, and finally fell to the ground. The invisible body hit the floor and made a dull sound.

I was sitting on the ground with my buttocks, sore all over, I really wanted to lie down like that.

Front, blood was pouring out of the broken water bag, and the floor was stained red within a moment. The fur soaked in red appeared a little bit in the air. From the already recognizable outline, it is indeed a strong canine creature.

Won! Thinking this way, my heart was full of joy, just sitting on the ground like this, I laughed.

I was about to get up, and behind my back, the door at the end of the hallway made a creaking sound.

The shadow climbed up against the regularity of the backlight.

Applause.

"It's really wonderful," said the low, muddy voice like night.