Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

To reach the other side of the metal pipeline fault, you can only rely on a giant such as a construction machine, although its current state does not look very good. Its body is emitting thick black smoke. In the final attack, a third of it appears to be disintegrated. Every move will produce a loud noise, like a coin rolling in an empty piggy bank , From time to time, you can also see the parts of the linkage structure falling down. Although it also has a hard body, the internal structure of the construction machine is more mechanical than the security guard. It fits well with the definition of "machine" in the normal world.

However, unlike ordinary machines, it seems to possess certain "wisdom". Maybe the software part that drives this huge body has a certain degree of intelligence. Although it had to creep down, I stood in front of it and still felt like an ant. Because of the serious damage to the construction machine, I can't tell where is its head. I kicked its limb hard, hoping that it could glance at this side, but it just made a ticking noise, stretched its forelimbs as hard as possible, and seemed to want to cross the fault and go to the hub of the seeming tower.

The mysterious message is calling it.

I beckoned to Gregia and Tracy. "We climbed up." I told the two of them.

The construction machine does its own thing, ignoring us crawling on it. I don't know whether it is because we think we have no threat, or we can no longer see or perceive our existence. When we entered the linkage structure and destroyed most of the construction machinery, it was like entering a factory building. The wires inside were swaying and sparks flashed at the cross-section, which made us a little worried whether the behemoth would suddenly stop working when it crossed the fault, and it would just fall.

I don't have the supernatural powers of Father Sisen. If you fall, even if you can survive, there is no guarantee that Gregia and Tracy will survive. In this kind of heart lifting, the body of the construction machine suddenly moved forward, and the scenery swept back quickly. It was like fighting for the last trace of energy and ferry to the other end of the fault through the forelimb. Then, it hangs on the edge of the fault, and the body collapses again.

We quickly crawled out of its body. Climb up along the forelimbs that climbed the edge of the fault. Gregia was a bit emotional. She said that when she heard the ticking of the construction machine, she couldn't help but feel sad. The construction machine finally reached the end of life when we climbed the metal tube, and its lower half of the abdomen had completely separated from the body. The whole piece fell off, and the joints of the forelegs also broke, and the remaining half of the body fell far into the metal pipe below, making a thunderous sound.

Now, there is only one forelimb hanging in front of us. Many nerve and muscle-like wires and parts hang down from the place where the body was originally connected. It is constantly swinging like a lonely swing.

The encounter and separation between us and this construction machine was very short, but we may have faced the same enemy and sought the same call. Walking on the same path, so can not help but produce a melancholy of companion life and death. but. We have to move on. Tower-like hub, the source of mysterious signals and red light. It's just over a hundred meters away from us.

When I reached the bottom of the hub, I realized that it was really a building-a prismatic altar building, about forty meters high, with a wide-bottomed spire structure, and many slightly thinner metal tubes from the top. The middle extends down and bends into a weird shape, inserted into this building. It is said to be a building, because we saw a door at the base, or this rectangular outline formed by the inwardly recessed gap is like a door.

I tried to push it, but the door didn't move at all. Just when Gregia and I thought it was just a decoration, Tracy found a fourteen-inch screen-side hidden door on the side. Probably because of the broken lock, Cui Ti opened it to the outside as soon as he touched it. It is embedded with a slender screen, like a terminal device of a bank cash machine. The Jiugongge at the bottom of the screen is shining a little red light, it seems to be a keyboard, and on the right is a card slot, but we do n’t have any cards to swipe.

We all guessed that perhaps the terminal would be used to open the door. According to Father Sissen, I can use some terminals in the 33rd area to connect to the secure network system for authorization authentication. Although this place is not a residential area, it should also belong to the 33rd area. If I can get permission, I might be able to open this strange building.

But what should I do? I did n’t understand the text on the screen at all. I just tried my luck. With intuition, I tried to press the options on the screen. Several options that did n’t know their function disappeared, and more options appeared. It seems to be asking me to enter a password.

"What happens if the password is wrong?" Gregia suddenly asked. We glanced at each other, imagining the counterattack caused by the wrong password in the novel and video.

"There are three chances ... probably." Tracy shrugged and said like a joke.

In any case, I want to try it at least three times before reaching the bottom line. So, I did just that.

For the first time, I grouped the Jiugongge keyboard from top to bottom in my heart, grouped according to the number rules commonly used in the normal world, and then entered my birthday.

The second time, according to the phone's Jiugongge keyboard, divide the letter in your heart, and enter your own name.

There was no chance for the third time. After the second entry, the gate unexpectedly slid open to both sides. The cold white mist poured out from inside, Gregia shivered, and the temperature inside made us think it was an ice storage. We didn't go in immediately, watching the scene outside, the cold mist quickly dispersed in the rich red light, and the temperature began to pick up at a noticeable rate.

Behind the gate is a wide room with a variety of weird machinery. Human figures like clothes and models in the normal world stand in it, and they are stacked together in a corner. When they lost their vision, they almost made us mistaken for real people, but soon discovered that most of the puppets had only the upper half of their bodies. Or lost his arms. The atmosphere in the room is a little weird because of the existence of these dolls.

No living creatures were seen, a transparent viewing mirror was inlaid on one side of the room, and a cylindrical container was placed on the other side of the mirror. The container was filled with yellow liquid, and the cheongsam was floating from below. There is a blinking light on the base under the container. Obviously, it is working.

The operator is not seen. At the seemingly desk, there is an unknown flower that has been withered in a vase and a rectangular object. When I first saw these rectangular objects, I couldn't help but recall the energy blocks that Father Sisen talked to me about to supplement the nutrients and water needed by the body. Now, our survival supplies are guaranteed.

Gregia boldly crossed the goal line. A step forward, but something in the room was triggered by this move. The red light in the whole room began to flash violently, and Gregia was startled before she recovered. I have dragged her behind.

The ceiling in the middle of the room has been opened, a large number of parts and wires hang down, and it quickly spliced ​​into a one-meter-high metal human head in our attention. The head of the skull is partially covered with a piece of metal, like a blind man with a black eye cloth. The wires and brackets connecting the skull are its neck.

Although it is the shape of a blind man. But it made a "sniff" movement in the air very humanely, and then turned his face, as if it used scent to determine our position.

Is it obvious that the machine has a sense of smell? Its realistic and smooth movement makes us subconsciously think so.

Although it has not yet acted violently. But I am still alert to it. Even though it seems invisible, I still have my arms behind my hands holding the weapon. And motioned the two girls to leave directly in front of the gate.

The mechanical head tilted its head, as if expressing a human curiosity. Maybe. It's wondering who we are. This building looks like no one has been here for a long time. I'm not sure if the mysterious existence that emits the signal is still alive.

Me and the mechanical head looked at each other for a while, and it began to make a series of pacing and frustrating sounds, and I knew that was the language of the ruling bureau. After it stopped, it seemed to be looking forward to my answer, but I could only keep silent. After being so quiet for a while, it made a new sound again, this time it was a ticking sound similar to the construction machine and the mysterious signal. Similarly, I cannot give any answer.

After a long silence again, the facial expression of the mechanical head suddenly became cruel. It grows its mouth to an extent that ordinary humans can't do. Like a security guard, there is a barrel protruding from the throat, but this barrel is thicker than the barrel of a normal security guard-a muzzle in the center, The outer six muzzles are distributed like flower hearts at the front of the barrel with thick legs.

A heavy machine gun! I immediately entered an explosive state and rushed to the side.

In the slow and heavy world, the barrel began to rotate, making a low sizzling sound, the fire light continued to bloom, and a particle bomb was ejected like a storm, rubbing across my back.

I did not completely leave the front of the gate, just crawled down and sprinted into the building at a lower position. This mechanical head is clearly the guardian inside the building. I think that since this mechanical head is regarded as an enemy, it will not give up its task until we are sure that we have completely left. Once we leave completely, we may never have the opportunity to enter this building again.

However, there is something we need in this building, even just those energy bars.

I think I can deal with it because its neck, which is composed of wires and brackets, does not cover the armor, maybe I can cut them with a folding knife.

The mechanical head has more powerful firepower than ordinary security guards, and it only needs to stick to a door. If it is replaced by other adventurers, it will take a lot of effort to break through this defense line. But in front of my proud speed, the speed at which it turned the muzzle was still too late to stop my raid.

Before it locked my position for the second time, I had broken into the building and gained more space for movement. I kept running to the side, approaching it along the path of the arc, and once it paused a little, it would be sifted by the bullet rain chasing behind my butt. In fact, the bullet bounced back after hitting the ground and the wall, which also caused me a lot of trouble.

After a half turn around the metal head, I finally came to the back of the head. After losing the goal. The shooting of the mechanical head stopped, and it began to express its emotions with a humanized doubt. However, before it reacted, I had given the body to instinct. Wave seventeen divisions towards those dense wires and supports.

The bracket is very hard, and the reaction force when it is blocked is clearly transmitted to the palm of the hand, but the wire is as fragile as I thought, and it has broken under the blade.

The mechanical head became irritable and agitated, making a series of sharp sounds, but soon twitched, his face rising high. As the wires were all cut off, the head was also dying and slowly hung down. Only rely on the bracket to hang in the mid-air mechanical head. Just like a puppet with a broken line, it no longer feels dangerous.

I was still a little uneasy, and patiently used a folding knife to pry the place where the head and the bracket were connected, and dismembered the entire metal head.

Until then. I just shouted to the two women outside the door: "You can come in." As a result, as soon as they entered the door, they were startled by the dismembered metal head. A realistic and huge head was lying on the ground, and the scene was indeed disgusting. Gregia turned critically into the distance and rounded to the table. Staring curiously at the energy bars.

"Can these really be eaten?" She asked.

"I don't know, maybe you can try it." Tracy said in a relaxed tone: "Then tell us what it tastes like."

Although he heard Triddy's ridiculous tone, Gregia seemed to be a little emotional, and she grabbed an energy bar. Some danced heavily in the air, but hesitated more about whether to take a bite. "It's as heavy as a lead block," she said. And the appearance of these energy bars is also lead gray.

I personally picked up one and hesitated. But under a certain emotional trend, he took a bite at one blow. It took a lot of effort to bite off a small piece of the energy bar's head. However, when this part of the energy block comes into contact with saliva, it quickly breaks down into fine crumbs, and it feels like eating crispy biscuits. However, a feeling of water different from saliva spreads along the mouth.

I mixed this moist feeling and swallowed the food in my mouth smoothly.

"What's the smell?" Gregia urged.

"No taste." I said. Indeed, there is no taste at all, but once eaten, it is like drinking a sip of water and a feeling of fullness comes at the same time. According to this portion, only one tenth of the energy bar can satisfy an adult's meal.

Gregia and Tracy also tried to take a bite. Although they frowned at the lack of taste, they quickly thought of its advantages. There are a total of 13 energy bars on this table, which means that we get three meals a day for three people, which is enough to persist for 13 days of water and food.

After distributing the spoils, we dispersed them to further observe the internal structure of the building. I first went to the observation wall and looked at the isolated room through a transparent mirror wall, but there was nothing strange except for the cylindrical container enough to accommodate one person.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that the mysterious signal seemed to disappear after the battle with the mechanical head. I quickly returned to the center of the mechanical head, looked up at the hollow of the ceiling, tried to find something, and then turned the mechanical head, but there was no evidence to prove my guess-the mysterious signal was actually sent by this guy .

In a sense, it is indeed trapped here, but in my opinion, this mysterious signal is more like a bait released with a fishing mentality.

I didn't tell the two women about this guess because I think they will be emotionally excited. There used to be a construction machine "dead" not far away, and his party and his two companions were separated. If the final answer is so dark and meaningless, it might as well never be known.

"These puppets look exactly like the outside." Gregia looked at the puppets in different shapes curiously. "Why are they placed in this place? I think the host here must be lonely."

"Isn't the owner here the metal head?" I kicked the metal head, and UU read the book www. uukanshu. com said jokingly. But in fact, I cannot deny this possibility.

"Of course not." Gregia said: "It's too ugly and neurotic. How could this monster understand the feeling of loneliness?"

I glanced at Tracy, she stared thoughtfully at the metal head.

"Hey! We're here!" Gregia turned around and yelled around. "We received your signal and paid a lot for coming here. If you can hear my voice, please You come out and talk to us. We are not enemies, we just want to leave here! Hey, can anyone hear me? "

Her voice echoed in the empty room, and there was silence in response to her. Gregia lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders gently, and I felt like she was crying. Perhaps, as she said herself, in order to reach here, in order to find a glimmer of hope, along the way, she experienced too much danger and torture for an ordinary girl.

Cui Di stepped forward, did not speak, nor looked at her face, just wrapped her shoulders firmly.

"Nothing here. We should go." I told them. (To be continued ...)