Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

We watched this spiral of light for a long time without words.

"Can we go back?" Cui Di was in a trance.

Inexplicably came to a world of doomsday, born and died surrounded by many monsters, faced with the dazzling situation, people who had been like strangers were forced to gather together to struggle for their lives, many people died, and the survivors were full Body scars. Like a ridiculous drama in the same scene, with incomprehensible cause and effect throughout, where does the hand that manipulates fate come from?

Fujiang and I entered this world in only one day, but everything we experienced seemed to fill the ordinary life.

All of this came to an end in a violent explosion.

Had also thought about what kind of ending would be waiting for himself, and had decided not to flinch even in the face of desperation, but when the end point appeared in front of him, he only felt that he had a daydream.

Inexplicable beginning, abrupt end.

Across the spiral of light, everything that happens in this world will be forgotten. Although it will be regarded as a missing person with amnesia, but that's all, just like never happened, continue the ordinary warm days.

Suddenly, melancholy joy and sorrow bred in my heart, stirring together to become dazed.

In silence, the dark channel seemed to breed a touch of warmth in the light.

"Is this the end?" Fu Jiang said uncertainly.

Her goggles and masks disappeared for some time, and a loss of unexplained emotion gradually appeared on her face, and soon disappeared, but she smiled calmly. She took the helmet off and threw it on the ground, carrying the axe like she was ready to go again.

"Forget it, this is not bad." She said so.

"Just walk in and you can go back?" Cui Di looked at the priest.

Father nodded, and once again emphasized that he would forget everything.

"It's good to forget." Tweety smiled complicatedly, and she said to us: "I decided to go back, how about you? Let's go together, anyway, both ends collapsed here, and we can't get out at all."

"I still have some things." The priest shook his head and rejected her proposal.

But what can I do if I stay? How much effort does it take to get through this channel? I can't see him carrying food. But what the priest has to do must be penetrated by his will. His face was calm, without any hesitation.

People like priests must have survived in this doomsday world for some unknown time, and there must be their own way. Thinking so, no one persuaded.

"I will go back too." I said to Fu Jiang: "How about you?"

"It's all the same, but if Achuan goes back, I'll go too." Fu Jiang said, showing a pity: "I don't know where Achuan studied, maybe I will encounter it in reality, but unfortunately I probably can't remember Clear your appearance. "

I was saddened by her saying so. Although we haven't been around for long, we have experienced unusual adventures together and are companions that support each other. However, it is so sad that these precious memories and emotions that will be remembered for a lifetime will be forgotten after the return.

"If it is written in a diary, should it be readable?" I took the diary out and said to the priest, "Will the node disappear soon?"

"It is still very stable and will not jump so quickly." The priest said: "Want to record the memory with paper and pen? Maybe it works."

"Have anyone tried it before?"

"not sure."

"Then try it." I said to everyone: "I can copy more copies, who do you want?"

Both Tomi and Choi showed an excited look, and the priest shoved it on the ground of "if there is a chance to see you again". So I finished my diary and handed two copies to Fu Jiang and Cui Di. Because he was not good at painting, it was impossible to realize Fu Jiang's desire to "match with illustrations of characters", but he wrote down his contact information.

"Be sure to learn sketching carefully after going back." I wrote this promise in my diary.

Father also left an email address.

"If you are in trouble, you can try to contact this address." The priest said: "It is not guaranteed to be effective."

After all preparations were completed, and we were sure that we had no other concerns, the three of us said goodbye to the priest.

Cui Di was the first to walk into the spiral light, and the figure was distorted and disappeared as if it fell into the drying barrel of the washing machine.

Witnessed this phenomenon, I suddenly raised a thought, and chuckled with a smile. Fu Jiang looked at me strangely.

"Did I say that when I came in, did I see the pattern of a six-eyed evil dog?"

"I said ..."

"There is actually another sentence, probably a warning left by someone who has entered here. He wrote with ashes: Don't put your hand in the dog's mouth."

"So what?"

"I feel like I was swallowed by the dog, and now pull it out of the anus."

"It's disgusting, Achuan."

Fujiang deliberately made a vomiting look and jumped into the spiral light without hesitation.

I followed, just like when I came, I was overwhelmed by the waves of darkness.

Epilogue

Before the darkness receded, my consciousness was not always sober.

Is like having a long dream, but the actual elapsed time may not be so much.

Once he woke up, his head quickly recovered.

Is like a clear straight line, the middle of which is erased by rubber, leaving a black piece.

When I woke up, I found myself in the toilet.

Is not any toilet in memory. Not to mention clean, but not all stains everywhere, the smell of ammonia is not strong. The ground is covered with non-slip rubber, which is moist bright green. The water valve of the toilet is probably broken, and there is always a sound of running water.

There was no one in the toilet. I got up from the ground, and my body was sore, as if I had finished running 10,000 meters the day before.

At this time, I found myself wearing tattered and bloated clothes. Although I was soaked by water stains on the ground that were not yet dry ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, I felt no dampness and coldness because of the thick thickness.

The backpack behind him is not a brand-name product. It is rough by hand, but it contains many things.

As for why I am here, I have no clue. No matter how you think about it, the last memory is still smoking in the old toilet of the school.

What happened after?

This toilet is not any toilet in the school.

I just sat on the floor thinking, not disgusted at all because it was the floor of the toilet.

I don't know why, and suddenly want to smoke.

Explored the whole body and found only an empty cigarette case.

I took off my bloated coat and found that I was still wearing a school uniform. The school uniform jacket is gone, and the shirt has worn out a lot. Hands and feet are tightly wrapped by bandages.

Looks like a fight with someone.

The words at the same table came to my mind.

"I heard that some students are missing in the old toilet."

I remember that I encountered a similar situation while smoking in an old school toilet. Someone entered the toilet, but couldn't find it.

Later, this is the situation now.

Perhaps I have become a missing person. Mentioned at the same table, a senior who was recovered after his disappearance also lost his memory. Thinking so, I took everything out of the toilet door.

There is a table outside, on which is placed a stack of toilet paper and a "one hair at a time" stand.

Turned out to be a public toilet, and the toll collector did not appear.

I drew a crumpled ten yuan from my pocket and bought a pack of camel cigarettes in a shop not far from the toilet.

Under the clear sky, so quietly smoking, set foot on the way home.