Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I like to go to Achuan. Saye said so.

This is the first time I have been confessed by a girl.

This is a confession, right?

I always pride myself on being quick-minded and calm, but when things are coming, not only can't judge her thoughts, but also fail to reply immediately. When I recovered, the person had already left the elevator and ran ahead curiously, "Which one? Which one?" Asked, there was no clue on his face, as if the previous speech was just a dream.

"What's the matter? A Chuan. Like a stupid goose."

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something. But what should I say? Or, what can you say? The answer is simple, obviously very simple. The teaching in the book tells me that this topic should be taken seriously, but even saying "I promise you, I like you." Is also very embarrassing.

There are people under the world who can hang their mouths, which is really incredible.

After all, Saya is a very cute girl. I am not a machine without any emotion, but I have lost my grasp of emotion. Regardless of whether you refuse or agree, you can't blame it.

My heart is full of entanglement and shaking, so I can only be silent. I remembered a sentence I heard: "True love is a kind of thinking."

That is to say, the conclusion drawn without thinking is just that hormones are working. But the greatness and essence of human beings lies in their power beyond instinct.

But I ca n’t think anymore, the quotations and interlaced emotions are producing chaotic chemical effects, and the bubbles that pop out are enough to fill the gullies of the cerebral cortex.

"This is A Chuan's home." Miyaki whirled around the center of the living room and sighed, "This is the first time I have been to a boy's home."

"You live in my room, I go to the study to sleep."

"Hey, which room is Achuan?"

咲 夜 showed an unwilling smile. Let me doubt whether my decision is correct. However, parents ’rooms cannot be entered and exited at will, and there are no beds in the study. I greet Miyaki into her room, and she immediately dropped her luggage and ran to the balcony curiously.

"The original Achuan's room was connected to the balcony."

"The apartment buildings here are all of this kind of structure. It is very troublesome when drying clothes. Mother often walks around and there is no privacy."

I packed the bed and complained, because the incident happened suddenly, so the room has not been cleaned up. Although I do n’t mind being seen in a messy way, since there are girls who want to live in, of course I have to quickly hide the unknown things.

The sound of Sakuya and quark playing came from the balcony, and I opened the bookcase with peace of mind. Speaking of unseemly things, it is nothing more than some pictures and comics that wipe the ball, partly bought back, partly borrowed through some channels. They are usually hidden in the deepest part of the bookshelf, covered with a neat list of books.

Normally, when the mother cleans, she will not move this place because there are too many books. So it's very safe.

I stuffed the contents of the bookshelf deep into the black plastic bag. When I turned around, Quark suddenly rushed towards me. I reflexively pose a blocking posture, and the crow passes lightly, hovering back from the back and falling on my shoulder.

It yelled Misaki very unpleasantly.

"Quark doesn't seem to like me." Sakuya said with frustration at the balcony door.

"It's weird ... that's not usually the case." I also feel that Quark's behavior is a bit strange, and he has often made strange behaviors since the day he sent the letter. I know that the crow is a very sharp animal, maybe it smells the unusual smell of Saki Ye.

I think this kind of unusual comes from the pentagram on her body, and those hat men who behave strangely.

"I will give you some fresh meat to feed it later." I said.

咲 夜 nodded happily. She went to the desk and asked:

"Can I use the computer?"

"Please feel free."

Although there are documents in the computer that are ashamed of seeing people, I am confident that they have been hidden very well. I moved my belongings to the study, and when I came back, I found that Miyoshi was frowning at the screen.

"What operating system is this?"

"Linux. Ah, sorry, I don't have windows installed here."

Miyaki showed a puzzled expression.

"Sounds very difficult. Isn't it dos?"

"It's better than that. It also has a graphical interface." I asked her, while helping her to call up the graphical interface of the operating system, "What are you going to do? Look at the web? Chatting is more troublesome. This system does not have the ones you commonly use. chatting software."

"I want to receive mail, don't read it."

Since she said that, I opened her web browser and left.

I will move all the things brought out of the illusion of doom into the study. The study room was originally his father's, but he gradually stopped using it. Instead, I often stayed here, so I don't know when it will become his own studio.

The purchased books will not be thrown away even if they are no longer used. After sorting, they will be placed in the bookshelf. As more and more books are bought, the space of the study room becomes narrower and narrower, even on the ground. Full of books. Because the corner also contains instruments commonly used by science enthusiasts, such as stamping tools, maintenance tools, test tubes, astronomical telescopes and microscopes.

All these non-living items are filled with a lot of space, if you want to lay a floor, you have to clean up again.

In addition, the stainless steel table in the center of the room is three meters long, and serves as both a desk and an experimental table.

I pushed the pistol wheel away and poured the empty shell into the box. After killing three people, I couldn't help but think about the more dangerous situations that might happen in the future. What happened to Misaki was very unusual. The other party probably wouldn't end this, so ample ammunition supply was necessary.

In this study, I can configure gunpowder by myself, but there is no tool for making bullet shells. If you can't do it yourself, then the only place where you can get bullets is the police station.

There are also mysterious potions obtained from the hat man, which must be analyzed as soon as possible.

All the necessary things came one after another, and after the extracurricular time, it was seen to be washed up and down. I imagined that after a busy day, I could not help getting a headache.

Although Fu Jiang sent an email saying he would come over, there was no follow-up news for such a long time. The phone number, but it is far from hydrolyzing. There is also an email address left by a priest named Xi Sen, but with the label "Do not use if not necessary".

In this way, the only one who can share the pressure is Misaki, who lives together in the future, and these are also related to her. Whether she wishes or not, she has the qualification to know. The pentagram on her body is a fantasy in terms of appearance and form of existence, and the only thing that I can see is the doomsday illusion.

After having dinner, I handed over the diary that recorded the illusion of the end and the analysis report of the diary to Sakuya.

"what is this?"

"Probably ... something related to Pentagram."

"So much information, so amazing." Sakuya said with exclamation.

"Please be sure to read it, and write down your feelings by the way, please."

"Um ... isn't this the story you told me?" Sakuya looked at the first page and asked, looking up suspiciously.

"Actually it's a real person. Isn't I absent from school? Actually it's missing."

"Running into the story?"

"This is my personal experience! Although I have no memory. Please believe me."

"It's suspicious no matter how you look at it." Miyaki tilted her head and smiled: "But since Achuan said it is true, it must be true. I will definitely read it seriously. But tomorrow you will ask me to take leave Oh."

"Aren't you going to school?"

"Well, I don't know if those people are still looking for me ..." Sakuya showed a worried expression.

Such worries are naturally quite normal, and I readily agreed.