Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I woke up very early the next day, Misaki's sleepy face was on my shoulder, the saliva wetted my pajamas, and the carefree expression was as pure as an angel. She doesn't wear glasses. It's really a beauty. If she shows this true look at school, her popularity will definitely rise, but it is a problem for her. I couldn't help laughing when I thought about Sakuya's frowning face because of the boy's pursuit.

The thin fabric of pajamas squeezed the chest of the arm to give a feeling of fullness. I slept in the same bed next to the girl last night. At that time, I didn't have any special thoughts, but after waking up, my thoughts and emotions were reset and refreshed, but I felt embarrassed.

Because Miyuki's sleeping phase was too happy, she couldn't bear to wake her up when she thought of the fear that was buried in her heart the other day. I gently withdrew my arm and crept out of the room.

After washing, the analysis rooted in the mind last night was reawakened. Although it is still a fairly calm day at present, Misaki looks like a bomb buried inside, and I do n’t know when it will explode.

The demon that was not under the control of the host body had been lurking for so long without doing any evil. It is really eye-popping to think about it now.

Management can be confirmed intellectually, and continuing to live with Misaki has become an extremely unwise thing, but emotionally, I can't leave her alone.

I am not a machine, so it is impossible to follow sensible actions completely.

This is a happy thing.

When emotion and reason conflict, it will produce a subtle taste, like bitter melon with sugar, which makes the tip of the tongue numb.

It is a kind of pain that brings happiness.

While playing with this taste carefully, it is like tasting the tangled but sweet spring water while going out to buy breakfast for two.

The weather in the morning was exceptionally refreshing. The rustling sweeping sounds and the bells of the bicycles were sent in the breeze. It's all hallucinations. But I know that those dark things do exist, and they are hidden in the corner of the **** dump, exuding the smell of dirty and moldy.

When you flip it once, you can no longer ignore it.

I lit a cigarette and bought buns and soy milk in the gaze of passers-by.

When she got home, Saki Ye was up.

"I don't want to go to school today." When Miyaki said this, he held the bun in both hands like a hamster, biting carefully.

"Then borrow my mobile phone."

Misaki cast doubtful eyes.

"If you are in trouble, for example, the demon suddenly moves, call me."

"Demon?"

"The monster in your body, I just decided to call it a demon last night."

"Apocalypse, **** dog, demon, black magic ... seems very interesting, hehe." She said easily, there was no reluctant factor in her smile.

As always, I couldn't confirm her true mood from the outside.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Seeing me staring straight at his face, Miye couldn't help but touched her cheek.

"Uh ... no, no. In short, call when you are in trouble." I reached out to her, "Give me your mobile phone, I'm always on call."

"It seems like a princess protected by a knight, romantic feeling." She said so, but I didn't feel it at all.

咲 夜 's mobile phone is pink with a girlish atmosphere. There are stickers of cartoon animals on the surface of the case. I put her in the pocket of the school uniform.

In order to strengthen my own ability, I decided to transform the existing equipment.

The collection of bullets is troublesome, but it will be very handy if you remake the crossbow.

According to the experience recorded in the diary, since the devil is related to the illusion of doomsday, then gray stone should be able to have a certain effect on it.

Whether the addition of limestone components is the difference between ordinary weapons and limited weapons. Since weapons have such a distinction, at least it can be judged that, to a certain extent, the effectiveness of ordinary weapons for the things of Doomsday Realm will become lower and lower.

Because it is a weapon against a specific object, it will have a "limit" prefix.

The bullets that killed the three hat men were pre-doped with graystone. Perhaps this is why they were frightened.

Before going out, I asked Miye to order some parts of the modified crossbow through the telephone and the Internet, and to check as much as possible on the Internet for all news that may be related to the illusion of the end.

She accepted the task with great pleasure.

"Leave it to me, Achuan, we are the companions of life and death, right?" She said, clenching her fists enthusiastically.

"This is not a game." I emphasized.

"I know, but this is more exciting." Miyue pushed her glasses. "You don't think it's more frightening than the boring to moldy day, but is it more interesting?"

咲 夜 's expression at this time was something I had never seen on her. I always thought she was an introverted good girl, but I didn't expect such a rebellious aspect in her bones.

Yesterday night, I was still feeling terrified. I was full of regret and dared not sleep alone.

Is turning so fast because of adolescence?

"I don't think, but ... it's better to be funny than to scare your pants."

I brought up my quiver and schoolbag, so I answered and went out.

Behind him came the angry voice of Sakuya.

"You only pee pants! Fool Takakawa!"

Seems to be relieved for the time being.

When walked into the classroom, the classmates were still very scarce. Bajing came as early as usual and sat in his place to read.

I greeted her, her eyes fell on the quiver just dropped.

"what is this?"

"I plan to make my own bow and arrow." I honestly said, "Go and process it after school."

I usually take part in manual activities, and have made puppets, models, and electronic toys, so it is not surprising that I have to make bows and arrows suddenly.

Eight scenes did not intend to pursue.

"Did you decide?" She asked.

"What?" I couldn't turn for a while.

The eight scenes snapped the book together with a snap, and I glanced at it. The fine packaging of black-skin bronzing looks very expensive, not borrowed from the library. The book title is: "The Ten Most Famous Spiritual Media in World History."

Is still the same, although the appearance is an intellectual activist, but the essence is a mystery lover.

But this is more girlish.

I heard that boys who pursued the Eight Scenes all packed themselves with literature and scientific temperament. As a result, they were all smashed and their faces were smashed. Romantic, a flower every day, was also thrown into the trash. I think they should study the Tarot Divination and Gypsy legends more ~ ​​www.NovelMTL.com ~ as the success will be much greater.

"Join the whisperer, don't you say you want to think about it?" Bajing stared at me with a sharp eye: "Is it not clear yet? I know Gaochuan is not an indecisive person!"

Is really old-fashioned radical method, but Bajing does not seem to say so deliberately, but the instinct to change the style according to the situation has long been imprinted in her bones.

As the class leader of the 56 students who dominate the whole class, eight scenes can get full marks.

"The whisperer was banned." I kindly reminded her.

"As long as I am alive, the whisperer will not disappear." She declared like a revolutionary.

"It's really nerve-wracking to say don't go on, be careful and you will lose your life."

"Don't let me repeat the second time, I have my own consideration. Some things are to be done even if I lose my life."

"The cult guy thinks the same, the position of your station is very delicate, eight scenes."

"It doesn't matter to you, is it right to join, give me a clear answer."

"The answer is no, but if you really want to continue, maybe you can do some trading."

Hearing my answer, Bajing did not show a disappointed expression, but his eyes brightened.

"Tell me."

I handed over the bottle from the hat man who still had some mysterious blue solid-liquid mixture.

"I want to know the origin of this thing. Some students of our school may know it. Try to keep it secret when investigating."

The eight scenes took over and looked curiously.

"As a transaction, what do you exchange for?" She asked.

"This is the bottle." I answered.

"Deal."