Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The sky was completely dark when I left the community where Sakuya was, the cloudy night came especially fast, and the street lights lit up one after another. Quark did not know where to fly back and landed on my shoulder. I was about to touch its feathers, but found a round thing in its mouth.

I blinked, thinking that I was wrong, but the texture and taste peculiar to flesh and blood have a certain familiarity.

I have seen this thing more than once, and every time it appears, something cruel happened in the corner.

That is an eyeball. Human eyeball.

As in memory, the tail of the eyeball is connected to some nerve tissue, and the diffused pupil glows with a chilling chill.

"Where did you find it?"

Didn't answer. Quark swallowed his eyes in front of him.

"How long have you not eaten carrion? Quark."

Quark combed his black feathers with a dyed red pointed mouth.

I looked towards the sky, the dark clouds were dark, and they were all connected together, as if covering the whole world like an iron plate. For a while, I thought I was living in an iron chamber and it was difficult to breathe. Is that the direction that makes you commotion, is it? Quark.

I did n’t look for it, I just wanted to go home quickly, neither the bright neon lights and street lights, nor the bustling crowd, could not give enough security.

After returning home, he immediately opened the closet, threw out the pile of clothes, dug out the rough backpack buried under it, and poured the contents into the bed.

I picked up the revolver, checked the bullet in the revolver, and pointed the one on the side to the barrel. I gripped the gun tightly, and the sense of urgency in my heart eased down a little.

Quark jumped on the desk not far away, landed on the computer keyboard, and woken up the sleepy computer screen.

——You have an unread email.

I walked in doubt and moved the mouse to open the mailbox. Is an email from an unfamiliar address. Although it was once suspected to be spam, its title has a peculiar feeling.

Title: Talking about toilets.

From: Fujiang.

I hurried back to bed and took the diary and sat in front of the computer to read it. That's right, is the name Fu Jiang indeed in the diary, the same person? Are all the things recorded in this diary true? Although many evidences can be found, such as this email, and the diamond-shaped mark on the left wrist, it is still incredible.

From the day of waking up, two contradictory emotions of confusion and stimulus have always existed. I think my life will be different in this way, and hesitate about this difference.

Mysterious disappearance.

Misaki's peculiar pentagram.

Email from the most familiar stranger.

Become the past can not be changed.

Open the mail and only see one sentence:

"Achuan, I'm here for you."

After a few days, no imaginary strange things happened. Since replying to Fu Jiang's email, she has never received her message again.

Living a quiet life, I studied the diary from beginning to end more than ten times during the break. Except for the beginning, all the records are very concise, but I finally understand what happened to me and the changes in my body.

Is not just a problem of a magic pattern, the improvement of physical quality is obvious. It can easily complete a 10,000-meter long-distance race. The full sprint of 50 meters takes only four seconds, and the vertical jump can reach two meters. Even the trains passing by at high speed can see the scenery behind the window. The resilience after injury is far more than ordinary people.

There are eleven graystones in my backpack. I ate one, and I did feel that there was some kind of power deposited in the body.

But there are still problems. What does all this have to do with the five-pointed star in Misaki?

I am still playing a coin game. Two coins, one placed on the ground, across a long distance, with another coin bouncing towards it, hitting is considered a victory. As long as it is in sight, it has never failed.

I started to try to put the target coin on the obstacle and hit it with a rebound.

I met Saki Ye a few times in school. Although I was already a friend, I also experienced the kind of things that felt strange and embarrassing in retrospect. It is probably because of embarrassment. Much better than before.

"Good morning, Gao Chuan."

"So you know?"

"Student Gao Chuan of the Student Union, of course, has helped me a lot."

"This is my friend, Morino, and I would like to advise you in the future."

Had little attention before, but now there is such a bland dialogue.

Morino is a lively girl with short hair. Although wearing a female uniform, it feels like a tomboy. After that first encounter, I also occasionally saw her around Misaki. From the first grade, she was Misaki's friend.

The personality of the two is like water and fire, but it is because they have qualities that the other does not have, so they will be together. At least in the books I have read, it is so explained.

After school, the class teacher decided to change seats. The same desk who told me about the missing toilet case was moved away. Although it was a bit regretful, he had been entangled in my absenteeism like a brown sugar because of his hobby and strangeness. He guessed right, but it was bothersome.

The new deskmate is the class leader, called Bajing, a girl with beautiful straightened long hair. The whole body exudes a capable temperament, is a good-minded action school, but not a member of the student union. Her most famous mantra is: "Come here!"

It seems that nothing can stump her.

After changing seats, the tables at the same table should be put together, roughly a group of boys and girls. The new seat was near the window. When I moved the table to the table in Eight Views, she was holding her cheeks to watch the playground.

Members of various sports clubs are spraying youthful sweat on the lawn and running laps on the cinder track with a circumference of 400 meters.

"What are you looking at?" I asked with some curiosity ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Shirai. "

"what?"

The eight scenes turned around, and I clearly saw her brown pupil reflecting her face.

"Schoolmaster Shirai of the third grade." She said.

"Ah ... that one?"

She showed me.

"Basketball Team No. 10 uniform, the one running the lap."

"That ... do you like him?"

"Not at all." The answer was unexpectedly simple.

"So why look at him?" I asked strangely.

"He's very strange." Bajing replied in a tone without emotion: "Although he has long participated in the basketball team, his sports performance is not good. He disappeared for a while the other day, but he became a basketball team after returning The main force. "

It turns out that the missing senior was called Shirai, and it would n’t be an exaggeration to experience such a strange adventure like mine. It is rumored that he was found by the police, and he also lost his memory. Will he also use a diary to record his experience of that period?

Although he feels his changes, I do n’t plan to get to know him.

"Is it taken care of?" I said casually.

"No, my athletic ability has really improved a lot." Ba Jing said, turning his eyes back to me: "Are you still smoking? Classmate Gao Chuan."

I was asked for a while, and Bajing even knew I was smoking?

"My nose is very smart." She looked away and said expressionlessly: "Smoking is harmful to the body, it is better to quit quickly."

"Oh, got it."

So coping with it, I lifted my schoolbag out of the classroom and went to an old toilet that seemed to have no one.

Has been violated for a long time.

Close the door of the cubicle and light the cigarette.