I gathered up the towels and opened the bathroom door. I saw the clothes that Duff prepared for me in the clothes basket. It was obviously for taller and stronger people. I had to roll up my sleeves and trouser legs and cover my hips. The hem still fits in the waistband, but the shoulders of the entire jacket are loosely stretched across the ground, which is not very comfortable. I do n’t think it ’s much better than the researcher ’s white coat, but when I ’m out of the living room, playing with the computer in the living room OK, how did you come about? I saw blood on it. "

"A fight with people." I said.

Duff probably didn't go to his heart. The scenes I encountered at that time were very difficult for ordinary people. While typing with a crackle, she said to me: "Tomorrow I will prepare a few pieces of fitted clothes for you, work will have to wait, you will not go out these days, it will cost money to go out, and I will not Give you money. "

"... You mean, I just have to stay here?" I think there is something else in her words, but is it my illusion? What did she think?

"Anyway, you don't have a place to go, do you?" Duff closed the lid of the laptop and turned to me. "Relax, I'll find something to do for you, and I'm not going to raise people for free meals. You have no money and no ID card. If it ’s not my kindness, I ’m afraid you do n’t even have a place to sleep. The current situation is much better than before, is n’t it? ”

She stared at me, her pupils looked gray. It seems to be thinking about something. I don't know what she intends to do, however. No matter what she intends to do, nothing harms me. I do n’t plan to think about these things. As she said, it ’s better for me than it was when I first came out.

In fact, I think she has taken a fancy to me and intends to raise me as a little white face. but. After talking with her for so long, I always feel that her character will not just do this kind of thing.

I didn't expose this idea, anyway, she simply didn't have the ability to do bad things to me, did she?

"I'm fine, just listen to you." I replied indispensably. Ask again: "Which house do I live in?"

"Come with me." Without saying anything, Duff stood up and led me to one of the rooms. The layout here is quite different from the style of the living room, full of a childlike and warm taste. As for why she arranged this room like this, I think it is better not to ask too much. Although Duff ’s expression did not change, but. This difference alone, as well as her profession, and even the things she revealed in the conversation, made me feel that her psychology is not as normal as she was at the beginning-it does not prove that she is a Mental illness. Adults who enter the society will have some psychological problems. It's just that she looks a little more serious. As for how serious it is, I still can't tell. After all, I'm not a psychologist, but Duff is the future psychologist.

I put the hammer and the suitcase next to the bed, and Duff stayed at the door all the time, watching me organize the things in the room. The decoration style here is fixed, but some details can be done as I like. Adjustment. However, for me, this adjustment is more to grasp the details in this room-if a battle occurs here, it is not enough to rely on the chain judgment to outline the three-dimensional structure of the entire room in my mind. Of course, this is not to say that fighting will definitely take place here. Moreover, relying on quick sweeping does not need to rely on the environment of this room and the enemy ’s wandering. This is just an instinctive habit developed in the past battles.

"How? Do you still like it? Some guests like this style of room." Duff said: "I also discovered it after studying psychology. This psychological problem has an official scientific name called- Forget it, anyway, you are also confused. In addition to my bedroom, every room here is designed for the specific psychological needs of customers. The style closest to your age is here. "Duff walked in, opened the bookcase, and took out some of the decorative textbooks, reference books, and extracurricular readings, and then exposed a stack of magazines. She picked up a book and threw it on the bed.

The cover of the magazine has a woman with a hot body and a flamboyant posture. There are only no more than two slaps on the whole body. It is obviously an adult magazine-the situation is already obvious, although there are still some furnishings in this room Childlike, however, the room owner in the hypothesis must be a teenager with sexual enlightenment.

"Your age is about the same as that of the hypothetical owner, is it sixteen?" Duff said to himself: "If there is a demand, despite the use of the props here ..." Her eyes slightly wrapped around me, After a pause, he continued to say: "And solve the problem with the right hand."

"No, you don't need to think so comprehensively." Duff didn't have any special emotions. I was a little unnatural.

"Living with a prostitute, what else is there to hide?" Duff shrugged. "Anyway, I prepared a lot, but the guests can't use it every time, so you can use it, don't let them It ’s moldy, so it ’s a favor for me. By the way— ”Her words changed, pointing to a few obscure places and decorations:“ There are cameras here, I usually save the guest ’s performance for use. Studying materials and things that are hard to see. ”She smiled deeply and said,“ Do n’t destroy them. ”

She and I looked at each other, not knowing what to say and what expression to show. I think I must be like a goose at this time. This woman brought me back, and it turned out not just to be kind.

"What are you going to do? I have the right too." I said.

"Relax, you're not a guy with a net worth. I'm not interested in watching your self-defense images." Duff's words are completely uncovered. "I just remind you not to damage my belongings. These little ones The gadgets are customized and a little expensive. "

"You have cameras in other rooms?" I couldn't help asking.

"Except for my bedroom. There are cameras everywhere." Duff said of course: "Actually, some guests like this tone. It's easy to get them excited."

"However, some people are very concerned about it?" I said.

"Yeah, the one who cares will not let him know." Duff said: "In fact, no matter how much one cares about privacy, after breaking a lower limit, it will be easy to deal with the next time." She revealed cunning. 'S smile, "Even more. People who share secrets tend to have deeper friendships, do you say yes?"

What can I say? I nodded, but Duff said: "Don't pretend, you don't know anything. Come here today, you have a good rest. I'm going out to date a guest, and probably won't be back tonight."

"If I keep occupying this room, what will happen to the guests?" I asked.

"Relax, there will be no guests coming here for a few days, and I won't use this room even if I come." Duff shook his phone. "My schedule is very accurate."

Finished. She walked to the door and turned back to look at the hammer and suitcase that I placed beside the bed, and asked, "What is inside? It looks very heavy. Also, I wanted to say it earlier. Garbage bags outside. "She said casually. However, I think. It is better to surprise her here.

So, I tore the plastic bag wrapped around the hammer, and a more intense smell spread through the room. Duff couldn't help covering his nose, revealing a disgusted expression, but immediately, her eyes were firmly fixed there. A huge hammer full of visual shock. From my point of view, the metal texture of the hammer is slightly reflecting, and it is particularly ugly. I don't think that Duff had ever been in contact with such a fierce cold weapon.

"Hey, what is this?" Duff lost some of her looks, and she frowned, as if to confirm the authenticity of the hammer.

"Weapon." I said quietly: "The weapon used to kill enemies and kill monsters."

"Slaying?" Duff's expression finally calmed down, but she didn't seem to believe me, "I don't have a gun for this thing yet? Would you like me to teach you how to shoot? Little brother."

"Trust me." I said: "The gun works for most people, but it's not as good for monsters as this hammer."

"Monster?" Duff's expression was subtle. "Don't be stupid, there are no monsters in this world!" Her tone was quite firm. I did n’t refute it, so after two or three seconds of silence, she said: “In short, hurry up and clean this thing. Did you pick it from the trash? Stinky. After cleaning, remember to spray the room. Freshener. "She pointed to the door, where the air freshener in her mouth was lying.

"Relax, I will deal with it." I replied this way, she was still a little uneasy, but she didn't say much and went straight out the door. I settled down on the bed for a while, and heard her walk through the living room and leave the front door. I stood up and walked out of the room with a hammer. Now, I am alone again.

Outside the window was the first time the lantern was on. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, and soon I saw Duff passing by from below. She looked up and immediately looked at me. I stepped back a few steps, pulled the curtains back again, and carried the hammer into the bathroom to soak, then returned to the living room, turned on the TV and laptop, and began to confirm the state of my world through the information network.

In fact, I do n’t know nothing about the situation in this world. I remember that in the ideological world, I knew part of the information in the normal world, but after recovering from the normal world, those memories seemed to be stripped. In general, only some faint traces remain. I had to start over and follow these traces to fill in the specific contents one by one.

Compared with my former hometown—the end-time illusion before my death—the “end-time state” of this end-time illusion is deepened, and the government can no longer completely control negative sources of intelligence, although there are another set of statements on the formal channels However, the comments of netizens spread in a more realistic way.

"The United States is being attacked by the Nazis. The Nazis will vomit and challenge the world again."

"The Japanese riots were caused by a rampant drug called White Claudia."

"The Central Principality is conducting human experiments, and the situation in Japan cannot be improved because of the Central Principality's acquiescence."

"Monsters appear in Italy and Germany, and a large number of children are missing."

"The United Nations is preparing to formally want to arrest a cult called Doomsday Truth."

"Superpowers are not illusions. Wizards are not scary characters in the story, our world. It is more exciting than in the story."

"Many people died unexpectedly in their sleep. It sounds like a small probability accident on a large scale, but there is another truth."

"Religious groups are suffering, and the United Nations intends to promote religious reform worldwide."

"2012, the end of the world, where should we go? Everything is a god's punishment?"

I specifically inquired about the interpretation of the end of the world in 2012, which originated from the Mayan prophecy. In Mayan culture, 2012 is exactly the end of the fifth solar age. Compared to what I have experienced, the end-of-the-world legend in 1999 seems to have more basis for blind faith. The doomsday legend of 1999, despite the help of the Great Cross phenomenon of the solar system, the core is still the fantasy flavor of "the advent of the great devil, destroying the world". For ordinary people, the end of the world with cultural heritage in 2012 is even more "scientific". However, for people like me, it probably pays more attention to the type of prophecy that the "Great Devil destroys the world."

What I regard as the hometown's illusion of doomsday, in a sense. It was indeed destroyed in 1999. When I was killed in Doomsday Illusion, it was already the end of 1998, but Doomsday Illusion should not be destroyed the first time I died, so. If it was not destroyed immediately, then. It will definitely enter 1999, and considering the creators and adjustment factors of this doomsday script, it is also human nature to add some legendary charm.

When I was awake in reality, I thought that everything in the hospital was just an extremely realistic illusion, or a deliberately isolated prison, precisely because the time in the hospital just happened to be the date of my death in the illusion of doom.

Now, in this reborn doomsday illusion, time has passed 1999 and came to another doomsday legend.

Presumably, this world cannot escape the fate of the end. The end of 1999 was also full of inevitable feelings, but I died before that inevitable arrival. However, according to the changes in the current social situation, it is very likely that I will experience this end together with the people of this world.

I don't know how to express my feelings and emotions. Like many people, I am trying to restore the end of the world. However, this resistance seems to have been in vain. In this world, there must be the same people, doing the same futile things. This is a problem that patients with doomsday syndrome cannot solve within the illusion of doomsday. In other words, as a patient, struggling in a doomsday illusion, no matter how hard it is, has no effect.

We must face all this from a higher level and a more essential place.

Therefore, the power of "Jiang" is indispensable.

I quickly glanced at the messages on the Internet. The city of London seemed calm, but judging from the news on the Internet, it has been drawn into a huge vortex. In the face of such a situation, the cyber ball must be a little bit burned. At this time, it is almost impossible for the Doomsday Truth to not move in the dark.

It's just that because of the strict supervision of the Internet, even if it is a doomsday truth, it is difficult to make waves in this city. Well, these guys should probably be secretly arranged through the Goat Guild. The Goat Guild, as a group more suitable for the dark side of normal society, most of its members are ordinary people with formal jobs, and they have always been accustomed to using various normal careers to hide their identities-not only legitimate, but also improper, Logistics companies are commonly used to protect identity, while underground bars, casinos, and adult industries are more convenient for gatherings.

There must be many goat guilds lurking in the red light district of London. Although the cyber ball also knows this, it is impossible for the cyber ball to conduct a thorough sweeping repeatedly, and it certainly cannot extinguish the arrogance of the Goat Guild's recovery and growth. Duff is a practitioner in this industry. Although she may have been very normal in the past days, in the current situation, the dangerous fuse has been ignited ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ She will be in danger The possibility will increase greatly.

Maybe, I should n’t have let her go dating alone—although all her guests seem to have identities and assets, it ’s unlikely to put the date in the red light district.

I thought about it, turned off the laptop and TV, went back to the bathroom and took a mace for more than 20 minutes, violently twisted the safety lock in Duff ’s bedroom, and in her drawer, turned out more than 1,000 euros of cash Took her spare self-defense pistol. Go back to your room, take ky1999, and then leave the rental.

I took the elevator all the way to the last floor, and then reached the roof from the building. The wind is a bit noisy tonight, I overlook the brightly lit ground, a strong sense of sight, and it appears in my mind-the body seems to be falling to the ground, but there is an impulse in the body, urging I jumped out.

So, following this urge, I jumped out from the edge of the roof.

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