Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

As I told her, it was a quiet and chic restaurant. Located on the corner of the street, the antique two-storey building. There is a ridiculous rooster doll sign at the door, and Miyake is like a child who sees a novel toy.

"It would be nice if I brought a camera."

"Are you trying to take a picture with this rooster?"

"Can't it?"

"I was imagining what the photos looked like, and it felt strange."

"It's too much, it will be very suitable."

The second floor of the restaurant is designed as a corridor, and you can see the stage in front of the hall downstairs, and you can see the piano and saxophone on the scene at seven in the evening. We ordered many drinks and desserts after dinner. She talked to me about many things, from school to home, there are many elegant jokes, more about mother's things.

I was able to understand that Saya ’s mother is not a biological mother.

When she was very young, her mother died of illness and her father remarried soon, but because of the vasectomy operation, the stepmother did not give birth. Although the stepmother has always been kind to her, her longing for her biological mother has never stopped for so many years.

"I want to see my mother." Miye sobbed gently several times.

I had to act as her temporary psychologist. But I do n’t hate being a listener, it ’s quite a proud of all my skills. By listening to people's words, sound lines, expressions and content will let you dig into the spiritual world of the narrator.

But if you think this is all the other party, you have made a big mistake. What you hear, see, and feel does not necessarily dominate their actions.

Language, ideas and actions sometimes run counter to each other and are full of contradictions. This is also a fascinating aspect of exploring the subject of human spirit and behavior.

I have read many books about describing human psychology and have practiced it myself. I deeply feel that despite all the limitations, narration is always the best way to narrow the distance between people.

"Thank you, Achuan, no one has listened to me for a long time."

"We are friends."

"Can I still invite you out next time?"

"Of course, dating a cute girl is the last thing a boy can't refuse."

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Saya and I said goodbye at the gate of the park. I walked straight along the sidewalk when I came, stopped at the intersection, and turned to look at the park gate. Misaki still stood under the big guide sign, and the streetlight dragged a long shadow under her feet. She seemed to be waiting for someone, standing there quietly.

Until completely disappeared from my vision, I still don't know who she is waiting for.

At noon the next day, a report was broadcast in local news that five people were murdered in the depths of the park last night.

There are more detailed rumors on local social networks, including bizarre homicides in the North District that have not been reported before, and at least ten people died. In view of the similar hunt for strange factors at the scene, and the similar way of death, it is likely to be a serial crime committed by the same prisoner.

The death time of the five victims in the park is not far from the time when Saya and I said goodbye. Because I was worried, I called Miyake and it was quickly connected. Sakuya's excited voice came from the receiver.

"Achuan Achuan Achuan."

"Calm down, I'm here."

She wept softly over there.

"What happened?" I asked, speaking slowly.

"I saw……"

"what?"

"The murder case, I saw it. I was just curious, but it seemed to have been discovered by those people. What should I do? What if they want to come out? Achuan."

I don't know what to do. Isn't this bad? I try to stay calm.

"Don't go out, close the doors and windows, I will go right away."

I felt that I was likely to face a fierce criminal. I hid the revolver in my clothes with five gray stones in my pocket. I also used a large bag to carry the simple crossbow made by Fujiang behind my back.

Maybe the police is the most appropriate measure at this time, but the prisoner did not appear, and Miyaki did not seem to want to expose his side as an eyewitness. On the bright side, although Miyaki said that she was found while peeking at the murder scene, the prisoner failed to catch her at that time. Did she really have the ability to find her residence after a night?

The risk of committing crimes continuously is very high, maybe the prisoner will consider avoiding the limelight temporarily.

Because of the sudden incident, a single telephone cannot gather enough information, and various possibilities are intertwined like a mess.

On the way to Sakuya's house, I tried to tell myself to calm down.

It was about noon, and the bustling community was falling asleep at noon. There were not many pedestrians on the road, and the shops in the area were lazily opening their doors. According to the memory, I found the apartment building where Sakuya's house was located. Several people came and went while taking the elevator, but no suspicious people were found.

I rang the doorbell of Sakuya's house, and someone looked over immediately after the cat's eyes, and then the door opened. Sakuya in pajamas hugged the rabbit doll timidly out of the porch and helped me open the outermost security door.

After I entered, she glanced at the corridor as a thief-like probe. After confirming that there was no figure, she hurriedly closed the door and plugged in all the locks.

Sakuya's home was as deserted as ever, and the adults did not go home.

"They have gone to the South Pole." Sakuya said very naturally.

Although it is known that there are many strange professions in the world, Antarctica is not too inaccessible, but it is still a wonderful thing for relatives of acquaintances to go to Antarctica.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know very well, it should be a researcher and a businessman." Sakuya said ambiguously, took the drink from the refrigerator and took me into her room.

Although she tried to act as if nothing had happened, the phone call, the closed door, and the curtains falling from the middle of the room all showed her fear. The sight of the murder scene was also found by the murderer. For ordinary high school girls, it is not a threat that can be easily ignored.

As long as the prisoner does not get caught in a day, the girl may not be calm for a day. Even staying at home still feels uneasy, because home is too intimate for people, and at this time it is alone. Out of adolescence's rebellion and mistrust, he didn't want to entrust his safety to his father, who was far away in Antarctica, and his warm-hearted police.

"What about school?" I asked.

"Please leave."

"But there is no excuse, please don't ask for too long."

"I'm really distressed. If you have been absent from school, the teacher will call your parents." Miye frowned and subconsciously stirred the ears of the rabbit puppet.

"You didn't wear a school uniform that day. Prisoners may not be able to find the school. Even if it is found, there are so many people in the school, they will never commit crimes in the eyes of everyone, so they should be safe."

"Out of school? If they started on the road."

咲 夜 's problem made me notice a place.

"They? More than one prisoner?"

"Well, it seems to be organized."

"Gangster?"

"It doesn't look like ... There is a strange feeling." Miyake shook her head in annoyance: "I can't say it."

Remained silent for a while.

"How long will adults come back?"

"At least one month."

"Then ... Would you like to come to my house for a while?" I tried to say: "Go to school and go with school together."

This is the only way my dry brain can think of to satisfy all her wishes.

Inviting a girl of the same age to live in his own home is a bit inappropriate for a high school boy who is in adolescence ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Nonetheless.

"Okay, is it okay?" Sakuya stared at me excitedly.

Is this really appropriate?

"First of all, my parents are on a business trip, so I am the only one at home."

"Isn't that just right?" She looked at me strangely, as if she didn't hear what she said. The clear eyes make me feel full of sin with all kinds of concerns.

I hit a haha ​​to deal with the past.

"Great, I haven't lived in a friend's house yet." Miyake jumped up from the bed and jumped on the soft mattress. "Achuan, Achuan, when can I pass?"

"Anytime."

"is today Okay?"

"up to you."

Sakuya made up his mind to move to my house today, so he immediately started packing up his personal belongings. Although only staying for a while, girls wear as much as mountains. The clothes are stuffed with two large suitcases, study utensils and textbooks must be brought along, and there are two beloved big puppets.

She accidentally fell when she opened the bedside cabinet. I hurriedly helped her up and was pushed away by her.

"do not come!"

Shouted late, in the drawer that was half opened, a large number of neatly stacked underwear came into view. There are not only cute ones, but also unexpected adult styles full of fun.

Is clearly a spectacled lady with a pure appearance and a slender lady.

Imagine Saya is probably wearing those **** and seductive underwear now, and can't help but feel a bit hot.

Miyaki's neck was red, and he was lying on the drawer in a panic, without saying a word.

Is like doing something bad and being caught, I shuffled to the side.