Bajing is not at all conscious of my mental state, but he insists on acting with me. I feel that she is more interested in my activities in this state than the previous topic about the end. The hallucinations I saw, the unknown sounds I heard, the anomalies that began to diffuse throughout the city, she was probably undetectable unless the signs were presented in a more specific and enlarged manner. However, with the weird and mysterious recovery rhythm, the public security problems in this city will deteriorate rapidly. After all, even if there is no direct lethality, but only illusion is enough to make ordinary people crazy.

The atmosphere of this night is very active, full of an unprovoked change. The scenery that is used to on weekdays seems to be rendered into a cold tone by this atmosphere. Where there are many people, the vitality becomes noisy and irritable, and where there are few people, the quietness and serenity become the unknown, the clouds in the night sky also seem to be coated with a layer of lead, and the bright moonlight is more and more dark. This kind of change is completely different from the past, as if sleepwalking in a realistic illusion. The happy and inflated mood between me and the eight sceneries shrank like cold water.

The world I felt was like this. The eight scenes could not be seen, just listening to my description-she asked me to say this, but she did not speak at all, just acting as a listener. "I want to know the world you see." She said to me that, whenever I stopped the voice describing the world in front of her, she immediately stared at me with a rushing eye. It is difficult for me to completely describe the world I see, because everything I feel will always feel distorted after being translated into language. However, Bajing's eyes were scorching, and the bright colors of her thoughts flashed from time to time. Her expression changed, sometimes making me think. She can really transform her vision through my description, just like wearing an invisible filter to observe the world that only I can see.

The air began to be filled with a familiar taste. I can tell the difference between this taste and the previous taste, but I cannot tell the difference between them. Just like everyone's home has their own taste, it is not simply a difference in human feelings, but also a remnant of usual habits. In a more direct way of "smell", they show their differences. This world comes before and after Carmen. The flavor produced is quite different, and this difference is now more clearly deepened at this moment.

We walked through the streets and alleys and headed towards the high-end residential area where Miyake's house was located. The noise along the way gradually decreased, and people and cars became scarce. At this time, the streets and lanes where we are located are no longer the places where nightlife is concentrated. Such changes should have been quite normal in the past. . Quiet, like a sign of a more intense and sudden change, I looked towards the end of this straight street. It was a T-shaped corner, a street lamp was stationed there, and the light emitted began to flicker, and it seemed to make a buzzing sound, but I focused on it. When I listened carefully, it became normal again.

"What's wrong?" Bajing asked, and I suddenly stopped, but this is not the area where Sakuya was. Bajing should have been here, and she looked towards the towering apartment building in front of her. "You said that Misaki night, live there?"

"Well." I should have a feeling that made me feel that when I walked over there, something would happen. So, I suddenly thought of a question: did Sakuya come to study for the night today? Because of the time difference, she had not seen her several times before passing by in front of Misaki class, and Bajing was always by her side after class and after school, and could not be confirmed. I have a bad hunch that in the illusion of apocalypse, Misaki is caught in the danger of being weird and mysterious, just in such a night. Although this night is different from the time at that time, just from the atmosphere full of sight, I still inevitably have some kind of hunch that seems to be coming out of the ground.

This hunch is erratic, not like it is true, but it does not make me think that it must be an illusion. The accuracy of intuition is closely related to the manifestation of weirdness and mystery. If the world is ordinary and normal, then my intuition will not be much different from other ordinary children of the same age. Most of the time, it is difficult to rely on. However, since weirdness and mystery are recovering, intuition will become reliable, even if the feeling of things now seems to be separated by a layer of yarn, but as long as there is no "must be an illusion" idea, then it must be assumed For the sake of truth, make precautions in advance.

"I have a bad feeling." I looked around the quiet environment for a while, and said so to Bajing.

"So give up?" Eight Scenes followed me to look around, slightly straightening. I couldn't see that she was really sensitive, so she noticed something, or just made a proposal according to my ideas.

"No, I brought the equipment." I said, carrying the schoolbag, and brought the eight scenes to a telephone booth. "I want to change clothes, you help me look at the wind."

Bajing showed a surprised expression, looked at the phone booth, and then looked at me. The flashing eyes were a bit irritating. I think she was thinking of something bad. She didn't say much, but just asked dizzily, "Want to eat Mei?"

"Why should I eat Mei at this time?" I couldn't understand it at all. Bajing snickered nervously, explaining nothing and pushing me hard into the phone booth.

The phone booth has not been used for a long time, the paint surface has peeled off, there are very conspicuous stains and rust in the corners, the entire small space exudes an old smell, and the phone is also a model of the early years. The very backward telephone booth has not been demolished, but it makes people feel strange. The city has been rectifying, constantly adjusting its structure, and expanding outwards. The process of urbanization is changing with each passing day, just something five years ago It seems to be full of the taste of the last century, but for various reasons, there are still many such old things mixed in new things. At the end of the alleys are temporarily new high-end residential areas, but there are still such old telephone booths in the alleys, and there are even old red brick buildings beside the streets, which is undoubtedly full of stark contrast.

Before changing, I tried to put the only coin in hand into the phone. But the chronograph LCD screen did not light up. I shook it hard and only heard the empty voice from the phone-I have never used a phone booth before I realized that this phone has actually been completely scrapped. The coins eaten will not be spit out.

"Damn it. Will it be removed soon?" I complained. I opened the schoolbag and took out one piece of equipment and placed it on myself. The school uniform was a sportswear and it was very convenient for activities, so I put it directly under the coat. Putting on so many clothes and armor this season makes me feel a little hot, loses the magic lines, and my physical quality is still no different from that of ordinary people. The sense of the gap is not only the decrease in overall athletic ability, but also the adaptability to the environment. insufficient. However, these are more tolerable than what seems to be worse. In the end, there was only the harlequin mask. I didn't put it on in the end, just stuffed it in my pocket.

When I walked out of the phone booth, Bajing kept looking at it, while I was dressing up. She has been staring at it in such an eye-catching way, and put it in a doomsday illusion. Bajing has long been familiar with my dress and can no longer be familiar with it. However, the eight scenes of this world still have curiosity for the first time Something muttered in his mouth.

"No **** outside, no plums, no hoods and masks, what a transformation!" Ba Jing's complaint was quite clear.

"It wasn't originally a transformation!" I think I understand something, maybe in Bajing's mind. My dressup should be more visually striking, but I ’m not making a movie, nor am I a comic character. Who would deliberately put their underwear on the outside to seduce the crowd?

"It's really disappointing." Bajing pouted. "A Chuan is obviously perverted and mentally ill. Why was he serious when he was disguised?"

"Because it's not funny." I said forcefully, trying to move the unimaginable imagination back in her mind. I didn't know what she was thinking before, and I didn't want to know. Anyway, it must be shameful to get underground. Content. After her interruptions, I felt that the gloomy and sinister atmosphere had resolved. The lights at the end of the street are still flickering, but it seems that there are not so many deep and dangerous hints. The hustle and bustle from a distance set off the silence of this street, but it no longer gave me the feeling of walking into a different space.

I feel much better. I handed a folding knife to Bajing and said, "Take a self-defense, Bajing. It's best to bring it with you in the future. I hope everything is my illusion. You will never use this. Something, but my gut tells me that when a bad hunch comes up, never expect it to change towards the good. "

Bajing did not refuse. After taking it, he waved a few times arbitrarily, and the movement was obviously not exercised. He was an amateur. If I can, I would like to take time every day to teach her how to use it. Although this folding knife is an ordinary style, But it is a metalworking tool, which is stronger and sharper than ordinary knives, and the cutting stabbing can exert extremely high efficiency. Bajing's body is only a weak woman, but as long as you learn some tricks, you can still exert your own self-preservation power before the weird and mysterious concentration increases to a certain level.

My battle with Carmen came to an end with my defeat, but it was not because I was too weak, but that Carmen was stronger. Even if I do n’t use a harlequin mask, or become a murderer, Takakawa, my ability is enough to knock down any elite soldier, even with a gun in his hand. Bajing's physical fitness and combat experience are far from me, but the gap between ordinary people who have mastered killing skills and those who haven't mastered killing skills is still very large.

"Are you really sure that there will be danger in the future?" Bajing asked the folding knife, looking all over.

"Yes. And, I think you should leave here." I answered equally seriously.

"Are you confident to protect me?" Bajing asked again.

"I can't say no." I hesitated. In this way, if I cannot protect the eight sceneries, then all the combat plans are meaningless. I like this world because they can get a peaceful and happy life here, and the weird and mysterious invasion will also herald the end of their beautiful life. And there is not much that I can do. However, no matter whether the world is ordinary or weird, protecting them is my responsibility as Gao Chuan. It is helpless to involve the whisperer in. Bajing and Sakuya cannot escape the weird attack anyway. Under this premise, Bajing is persuaded and walked into the battle front together. In fact, there is not much difference.

The experience in the illusion of apocalypse has already made me understand that for the weird and mysterious, there is no absolute "big rear", and it will inevitably involve people in mysterious events. When pursuing its inner meaning, it will show an "inevitable" fate. I hope that Bajing will not follow her. I think it will make her live more stable, but it is just an illusion of wishful thinking.

Doomsday illusions, hospital realities, and the world. It seems that they are all trapped in a cruel and complicated cage full of pessimistic destiny. Once they realize this, they will be overwhelmed with depression. As I just walked into the mystery, facing the doomsday deadline rolling like a wheel, even if I struggled desperately. It also seems to be just paving the way for the end of the day. It seems that everything everyone does, no matter how good or bad the emotions are, will become a gear for the end of the process.

As in the reality of a hospital, all that can be touched is the scope covered by such a "hospital", everything. It seems to be cut off from the end of the illusion, but it is deeper, but it is closely connected. Everything will be merged into the end of the illusion. Everything will be fed back from the end of the illusion. The definition of the so-called reality and illusion can't stop the information Communication, and even worse, too many people try to connect the two closer together, so. I personally feel that the end of the illusion of the end is as if full of life and desire, from the seemingly illusory end, peering into the seemingly realistic end.

Everything. Unobservable and incomprehensible "viruses" run through, it seems that it is the most real and the only real thing in the true sense.

Therefore, I finally chose to use "Jiang" as the only real reference. I think that "Jiang" is one aspect of the "virus" that I can observe. The complete "virus" cannot be observed, just like at the foot of the mountain, you cannot see the full face of the mountain, but you can recognize the side of the mountain.

"Jiang", "virus", "mortal disease", "doomsday", use the most refined words to describe my life so far, probably like this. No matter whether it seems realistic or non-realistic, it is impossible to escape these four words. This world has also begun to show this harsh breath, like the malignancy of the "virus" has begun to spread, or, like the already incurable disease has once again exacerbated the disease.

It is almost inevitable to think about the existence of this ordinary world and its end-to-date trend from this foundation-it is desperate. The Eight Scenery and Saki Ye, and even everyone else, had no way to escape, and there was no safe rear from the beginning.

I don't like to think like this, but still such thoughts will always burst out when the thinking diverges.

"I will protect you." I said to Bajing again with the oath, as if I had repeatedly determined my mind.

"I believe you, Achuan." Bajing smiled, without any surprise or awkwardness on his face. It seemed to be so easy to understand and accepted. "I will always be by your side. Achuan, I will only remember you." She Take my hand and put it on her chest, under the soft and rich touch, the heart is vigorously agitated, strong and powerful, just like proclaiming: "No matter what you see is reality or illusion, I will be Do you feel it by your side? I am real. "

Her words calmed my mood. The fiery touch and strong agitation made me confirm once again. That ’s right, whether it looks realistic or illusory, it ’s not just “Jiang”, Bajing and Sakuya They have always been by my side.

"Let's go." I withdrew my hand, and the peculiar feeling of the girl's sexual characteristics still remained in her palm, making me feel a trance.

"How do you feel?" Bajing tilted his head and smiled narrowly.

"Ah ..." I couldn't tell. I had an embarrassing feeling. Perhaps I was still shy. I'm not sure. Although I haven't been a virgin for a long time, there was still a strange feeling of being so in-depth contact with Bajing. Zhenjiang is not here, Saki is not here. I have had a physical relationship with women who have an emotional relationship with a general boyfriend or more. In this world, they have no intersection with me, but Bajing has become my girlfriend. Really It's a strange, awkward feeling, but it can't be too resistant.

"I'm not playing a beautiful girl's love adventure game." I emphasized myself with a voice that only I could hear clearly.

"What are you talking about?" Bajing asked sensitively.

"Nothing." I said, Bajing obviously didn't believe it, but in any case, I couldn't tell her this. I'm not a fool.

I hurried forward, and Eight Scenes quickly followed, grabbing my clothes tightly, and getting closer in a few steps, just like the girlfriends who showed off their intimacy on TV, put their hands in my coat pocket. Of the women who have been with me, only Bajing does this kind of thing. Just before tonight, our relationship is still not too close, but now, the distance between us is like something bitten off in the middle. I really don't know how Bajing's heart was thinking and how he could accept this dramatic change. However, judging from Bajing's movements and expressions, he couldn't see any reluctance. It's really a changeable woman. From the eight scenes, I realized for the first time a profound understanding of the characteristics of women that this world often said.

We walked under the street lamp, the shadow flashed with the street lamp, and it was staggered on the side wall. Going to the T-shaped street corner, you should turn right at this time, you can find the main entrance of the high-end residential area where Sakuya is located, but after confirming that there are no people around, I directly popped the hooks and claws around the branches behind the wall. After a few steps, I turned it up, and then pulled up the eight sceneries. In the past, the top surface of these fences was always inlaid with some broken glass to prevent someone from turning over the wall. However, as the old district was pushed down and rebuilt, the fence of the new district no longer has these things for insurance, but the overall In general, the level of security within the community has not decreased.

Overturning the wall is easy, the key is later. There are security patrols in the community at night. Although the intensity is not strong, there is a security door on the first floor of the building. Those without a password can only choose to open it violently. I did not spend much time with Bajing, so I came downstairs to Sakuya's house-I think it should be Sakuya's house-the excuses have been figured out, that is, the student cadres have come to the door, although they are not in the same class Is rare, but it can still be justified.

I just need to confirm the situation of Misaki and her surroundings. I haven't contacted her before, but I can only stop here. It might be a good choice for Bajing to include her in the whisperer. It has been some time since the late evening self-study ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It is not too late. If Saki went to the evening self-study, then he has just arrived at home. Is the problem.

This community was unexpectedly quiet. After crossing the wall, I stabbed and walked on the road, and I didn't see the figure of the security guard. The light from the floor was like a dead background painted. Bajing didn't make her own judgments about these situations, but she was a little nervous, her hands in my pockets, and there was a feeling of tightness in her muscles.

There is really no one. It seems that the people who live here, at this point of time, either did not return, or stayed at home. There are lights in the house, which makes people feel calm, but for us standing outside and looking at this light, it seems even more strange and strange. However, it was unable to find any more specific anomalies. Bajing's body is very nervous, but her spirit is particularly excited. She seems to be very comfortable with this stimulation. After gazing at the darkness hidden in the pavilion and the shade of the trees, she actively presses the alarm of Sakuya.

A few seconds later, Sakuya ’s familiar voice came: "Who is it?"

I glanced at Bajing and we all heard it. There was an unnatural tension in the voice. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please read it for mobile users.)