Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

It was gloomy as if it were going to rain. It's been a week since Gao Chuan, who was absent from school for three days, somehow.

In order to facilitate the tracking of his friend Morino, Saya wore an old sports jacket and his father's cap. In this way, even acquaintances may not easily recognize themselves.

After Morino got on the bus, Saya was separated from her by the same bus. In this way, I sat for three stations and followed her to the west side of the city.

Western district has always been a gathering place for light industrial factories, because it is ignored by the government's economic development plan, and business is not prosperous. Although the scale and style of the roads and houses are side by side with the city center, but because there are not many residents, they seem empty and deserted. This point becomes more prominent when Morino turns into the trail after the residential area.

After a while, Sakuya found that there were only herself and Morino on the road. Due to tension or cautiousness, Morino will look back from time to time, Sakuya had to pull away. When she realized that Morino was going back, she immediately hid behind the corner, thinking that she had been found several times, but it turned out to be completely absent.

When you reach the end of the trail, you will see the old factory building isolated by barbed wire. At first glance, you know that there is no more work. There are a lot of steel waste piled up in the open air, and several rusty machinery. It is like a garbage disposal place. Several wild grasses stubbornly burrowed out of the cement ground, and the trees that occasionally appeared in front of them also slapped under the hazy sky.

There is no figure.

There are three vans outside the door of a factory building.

Morino lightly pulled open the small door that was not locked by the wire fence, and didn't walk lightly until she witnessed her entering the plant. She felt uneasy, but to explore Morino's secret and determination to save her friend made her move forward without turning back.

By far away from the main entrance, Miyuki found a window through which she could peep from the outside. A whole row of windows were stripped of wood from inside and pasted with newspaper, but there was a glass that had been broken and had not been repaired. Although it was pasted with newspaper, there was no wood. As Miyaku performed on TV, the newspaper was wet with saliva, and a hole was poked gently.

Peeping through the hole with a big finger is shocking.

The floor and walls are painted in red with messy lines. The pattern on the center of the floor is still traceable, but there is no way to tell what it is. At first, it looks like despair, terror, and nausea, just like a huge In front of the display of the slaughterhouse, there was half-dried blood, excavated internal organs, broken limbs, and inhuman heads, just like Guernica's abstract paintings.

I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion, or that the huge amount of red is really blood. I did n’t feel anything when I did n’t see these things, but when I saw it with my own eyes, Saki Ye was smoked by a heavy gagging smell that made him unable to breathe.

Twelve people wearing black robes, holding hands like ritual utensils, stood there without seeing Morino. It wasn't until the thirteenth black robe walked in from outside the field of vision that Sakuya guessed from her height and movement that she was Morino.

No one spoke. The strange silence enveloped the field like darkness. Even the light could not penetrate the forest.

A group of men in hats wearing summer uniforms entered the field of vision one after another. They placed six oil barrels in a pattern on the ground according to a certain rule. When they put down the oil drums, there were violent flapping sounds from several oil drums. What is hiding inside? Sakuya thought palely. The answer soon revealed that the hat man opened the lid of the oil drum, two men, one woman, and a total of three adults suddenly got their heads out.

They cried loudly, cursed, pleaded, and hoped that these weird people let them go. This desperate noise made Saya hold the ears unbearably, barely daring to look at them, and daring to imagine what they had experienced and would experience Something.

No one answered them. These screaming adults were like piglets before execution. The habitual pig killers would not be interested in talking to them before slaughter. Those people just stared at the oil barrels with only one head in a circle, and their breathing sounds seemed to be sucking their despair.

"No ... don't kill children, children are innocent. Let them go, please, please let them go!" The object of forgiveness in adults' mouths has changed from everyone to their own children.

And children? Sakuya looked desperately at the other three oil barrels, where no head popped up, and there was no movement. Where are the children? died? Still comatose?

咲 夜 felt that her heart was blocked by a sticky black substance. She couldn't tell whether her excited emotion was sad or angry. She couldn't make a sound, and her hands and feet were paralyzed in the cold.

This is the ritual, the evil sacrifice.

Until the animals cried in hoarse voices, almost losing their minds, no more vivid expressions could be seen in his head, just staring blankly at the ceiling. The execution began.

Morino is there, she is the thirteenth black robe. Sakuya heard the voice in her heart saying this. She didn't look anymore, but just sat on the ground with her legs down, as if she was about to bury her head, leaning her head against the wall and back to everything that happened inside.

Can't do it either by running away or by calling, deprived of a sense of powerlessness.

A strange red light expands in the room, almost penetrating the walls and glass, as if there is a hot flame burning inside.

The offering screamed in hoarse fear, and the others started cheering. Misaki was motivated by a desperate emotion, struggling hard, raising his head to see the final scene with his own eyes.

Like the burning light and shadow, it shakes like being stirred by the strong wind. One of the shadows swelled, climbed along the wall, spread to the ceiling, and grew wings, limbs, and head like life. It has only a shadow, but it almost covers the whole space. People have to crawl under its feet, and even the swaying light seems to tremble because of its breathing.

All voices disappeared from the world at this moment.

咲 夜 through the peephole, saw its grim expression.

It also saw the terror and despair on Misaki's face through the peephole.

A bit, along the channel where the line of sight intersects, a huge alien shadow turns into a gray mist towards her.

Sakuya hadn't even had time to avoid the idea of ​​evasion, and a severe burning pain rose between his chest and abdomen.

She fell to the ground and twitched, and an angry roar came from her ear.

"Do not!"

"Why, how can this happen?"

"It escaped! Didn't you say that the restraint is foolproof?"

"Fucked by bitches! Come out for me! Are you going to sacrifice? Here, eat them!"

Angry footsteps walked to the window.

"There is a hole here, the restraint style is destroyed!"

"A node only has a chance to find it out for me!"

Then, a hysterical laughter interrupted the angry shouts. Misaki's consciousness began to blur, but she could still hear that the sacrifices were thankful for the rest of their lives. Did they die? Great.

"The sacrifice is not complete, it does not run far, it must be parasitic on somebody. There is a more suitable host here!"

"It's nearby! Find it for me, all for me!"

A busy footsteps, people ran out of the plant.

Miyake's mind is not so clear, she instinctively wants to escape from this place. She couldn't do anything. She heard her soul crying weakly. In the confusion, a figure came to my mind, and it seemed that she would be safe and comforted by throwing her in her arms.

Is mother. The biological mother who has died.

Mom, mom, mom! Misaki murmured.

Seemed to call for a role, and the mind began to sober. She saw the shadow under her feet move as if it were injected into life. It stood up and became the increasingly blurred woman.

After she excitedly saw her mother's face, she could not help pouring a pot of cold water in her head.

Is indeed the mother's facial features, but it is cold, inorganic, like a mask cast with white cement, with a weird and cruel life hidden inside.

The smell from the room made Miyake feel an unbearable hunger.

There is a voice telling the soul.

Must eat them.

Sakuya subconsciously knew that "they" meant people buried in oil drums.

There are not only adults and children who have never seen it before, but also some kind of delicious filling in the oil barrel.

It is a condiment prepared deliberately by the devil.

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Clearly knew that he couldn't do that, but Sakuya couldn't stop the turmoil of the soul. The mind is still faint, because hunger is even more faint, and unconsciously gives instructions to eat.

The monster transformed from Misaki ’s shadow, covered in the mother ’s shell, becomes the shadow again, and drills back into the room from the peephole of the thumb. The tearful sacrifices engulfed.

No, no, no! She found that she could do nothing, even her voice could not be made. As long as you insist, as long as you suppress the pain, you may be able to save someone. Huge remorse prevented her from crying.

Together with the oil barrel, the offering was rolled and squeezed in the dark shadows, chewed violently, and the blood and the remaining limbs splattered continuously.

Satisfaction with satiety.

'S vision began to blur, and Miyaki felt like a passenger in a shipwreck, comatose in the waves, caught in a wave, and drifted with the waves.

When she was awake again, she was already walking on the bridge across the road, not far from her home. The cap on her head didn't know when it fell somewhere.

She was muddled. She apparently even had internal organs fever, but she didn't know why, and she couldn't help grasping the coat of her sports jacket tightly, as if she couldn't resist the bitter cold of winter.

They were killed by me.

The heart was so painful that it was tightened, and almost weeping.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in the back, injecting a trace of flame in the haze and cold.

"Sakuya?"

She turned back and saw classmate Gao Chuan unexpectedly. Being watched by the surprised but caring eyes, she felt saved in a flash.

Everything that has happened is a dream? Can you forget it?