Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Talent, as the name implies, is not a superpower, but an extreme manifestation of body functions. The external manifestation is the so-called "talent", just like Shirai's bouncing power and sense of balance. But it has the limit, that is, the load that the body can bear.

Chain judgment is also not a prediction, but a high-speed operation on the things that produce a chain, and then a probabilistic conclusion.

When one of the nodes of the fishing net is mentioned, the other nodes will also move with it. This trajectory of mutual interference is almost a predetermined fact, so it can be determined by calculation. Similarly, although the bullet's shooting speed is extremely fast, because its trajectory is very obvious, so long as you know the direction of the muzzle, the movement of the other party, and all the factors that interfere with the bullet's trajectory, such as wind direction and obstacles, you can Do everything.

The ability to judge the chain is to use the bullet as the base point, find all the targets that interfere with its operation, calculate it, and feed it back to the body.

This is the comprehensive use of the body's reaction ability, observation ability and calculation ability.

However, when one of these three elements cannot be satisfied, the power will be greatly reduced.

Shirai's athletic ability has already begun to exceed my reaction limit.

What caused this strong change was that special bottle of "paradise"? Is it because he is a natural choice who has taken graystone? Is it emotional stimulation? Is it because of eating Morino's arm?

It may be the chemical action produced by the confusion of the four.

When I shot again, Shirai had reacted and moved his desk to hit me.

The bullet passed through the desk and made a dull sound.

When I saw Shirai's arm fall to the ground through the gap between the desk and the floor, I was also smashed by the desk.

I pushed the desk away, and Shirai was no longer in place.

I turned my head. Shirai was jumping out of the balcony with the left hand holding a kitchen knife, and I only had time to see his falling back.

I rushed forward and leaned out of the balcony, but there was no figure below.

The sound comes from the upper left, where you can see. The white well mouth is holding a kitchen knife, using your feet and left hand to climb and jump on the balcony of each house. The blood was blurred in the moonlight.

He quickly jumped up the roof and glanced at me when he was completely absent.

Quark swooped down from the sky towards me, and I whistled to let it go, but it did not fly again, making a sharp scream from outside my field of vision.

I jumped onto the balcony, shot the claws of my left arm, and climbed toward the roof. But my speed was not up to Baijing at all. When I came to the top of the building, my vision was vast and empty. The figure like the old man in the evening seemed to melt in the wind and disappeared completely.

Night wind practice, quiet night, the lights not far away are accompanied by laughter and talk, but I only hear my own breath.

In the translucent night shadow, Quark lay **** on the floor.

I ran up and picked it up. Quark's chest was cut open with a sharp blade, and his viscera was almost eviscerated. Although his chest was still slightly undulating, there was no hope of survival.

I was so anxious that I was about to cry, and I could n’t care whether it would cause adverse reactions. Remove the gray stone from the pocket, smash it with the handle of the dagger, pour half of it into its wound, and half put it into its mouth, then tear open the corner of the garment and wrap it up.

I have never heard of a veterinarian in this city. It is too late to find it at this time. Quark's life is at stake, but I can't do anything about it.

I was powerless to hold the quark, and suddenly a strong sense of loneliness struck in this brightly lit big city.

"Fuck!" I scolded loudly.

It would be nice if I started to be strong at the time-I didn't think so. At the time, I not only wanted to get more information from Shiraikou, but also felt that he was still saved. Because although he wanted to kill someone, he still didn't kill anyone. He wanted to kill me, but I didn't think I would die in his hands.

Fujiang lost contact, Sakuya ran away from home, Bajing disappeared, Morino was killed, and he could not eradicate the goat guild by himself, so at least Bai Shijing must be rescued.

Because I am the chosen person, the messenger messenger, the hero who saved the end. Obviously realized his childhood dream, discovered the terrible but interesting aspect of this world, gained superhuman power, and carried a lofty mission, but who did he save except killing people and killing monsters?

The guy who only kills, what kind of hero?

Although it was not mentioned in the diary, did you want to protect Fujiang at that time?

I lost all the memories in the illusion of doomsday, I want to help Miyuki.

Used the eight scenes while telling herself that she did not care about her life and death, but warned her not to go deeper more than once.

After all the objects that need to be used, protected and helped disappear, I think at least I can save Shirai.

I think so, before thinking that Shirai completely collapsed, I always thought that way.

Even now, I do n’t think I was doing something wrong at that time.

But the correctness at the time did not bring the ideal ending.

He could not recover anything.

So, at that time, if you acted against the principle of "had to", can you get the future correct? Would it be comforting to kill someone on the grounds that "not killing this guy now, he will kill more people"?

No matter whether it is correct to determine the existence of life simply from the "possibility" as the starting point, the principle of action itself is not what I want to accept.

Because of that:

"The family is too poor, the child will be born with hardships."-Do you want to kill the child in advance?

"This country may launch a nuclear bomb."-Should we put in a nuclear bomb in advance?

Is unacceptable, so I will not kill Shirai before confirming that there is no medicine to save him.

However, after the confirmation, he could not stop him.

So, the end of quark is already doomed? In the future, more people will be killed by Shirai, who has become a ghost?

I can't see my expression. Shirai said I was a hypocritical and cold-blooded creature, but he was wrong. I don't care about the life and death of strangers, but I also feel sad for some irreparable things. But even if the whole story is told, others will only come to a "hypocritical" conclusion.

They would say "I knew it so, why did you have it." And then they vowed to claim that they would cut the scourge first.

Therefore, I can only scold the "scrap" unwillingly but weakly, but I don't know who I am scolding ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ words that cannot be proved by action.

Is a joke.

Is like a squeaky bird in a cage.

Only to watch the fake.

I walked out of the residential area where Shirai's house is located and walked on the street where people were driving.

No one came to walk quietly.

Quark's body twitched in my arms, but it made me feel a little comfort, because it can at least twitch.

I want to go home quickly and fall into a deep dream, but my feet lead me in different directions.

When the night wind awakened my brain, I found myself standing on a quiet, green street. If you continue to move forward, enter the gate of the community and pass the lawn courtyard, which is Sakuya's home.

It turns out that I understand my emotions.

I want to see Sakuya.

Really want to see her.

I have many words to say to her.

Wants to tell her how much she cares about her.

Wants to ask her if she killed Morino and why she killed Morino.

Wants to let her know that she is not afraid of the demon in her body, no matter what happens to her, she will not hate her.

Even if she really did something wrong, she wanted to keep her by her side.

Because, even if I can't save the world, I can still be her hero.

At least, I want to be someone's hero.

"Why do you cry? A Chuan." A woman's voice came from behind, clearly strange, but it gave people a sense of sight, "It's really embarrassing, there is no such thing as a top student."

I turned around, the woman was like a ghost, but exuded the presence of fireflies, it seemed that just standing there, it could illuminate the darkness around.