Inhibition Marking Committee

I'm not a "god" who answers people's prayers, I show myself just to see how he responds.

Injured and vulnerable, powerless, and then discovering a woman suspected of being an enemy suddenly appeared, it was undoubtedly worse, and he fell into despair.

I just want to see that look.

Unexpectedly, he raised his head and directly ignored my existence, which made me think for a moment that there was something wrong with the revealing spell.

"here we go again……"

again?I heard this intriguing whisper, combined with his state, and came to the conclusion that he probably thought he was still dreaming.

this is interesting.Why did he take it for granted that I would appear in the dream?I have very little contact with him.

"Come here." I ordered him.

The boy shook his head, his black hair soaked in cold sweat stuck to his forehead, disheveled and ignorant.

"Are you afraid of me?" I was surprised.The pheromones I am proud of have a natural soothing effect, and few people reject me.

"……I do not know you."

"You're lying. When you're nervous, your little finger on your left hand will shake." I pointed it out sharply.

The boy hurriedly hid his fingers.

"Don't you want to be rescued? Come here soon." I began to lose patience.

"……you will see."

"what did you see?"

"scar."

I proudly asked him back: "Didn't you say you don't remember me?" I didn't care about the fact that I would see the scar.

After he finished saying the word "scar", it seemed that he had exhausted all his energy, and it was difficult to open his mouth again.He just hugged his knees tightly against the wall, although he was awake, he was also confused.

I asked him again: "Your stomach hurts? Are you pregnant?"

He suddenly raised his face, saw my eyes were extremely menacing, and yelled at me: "Get out, get out of my dream." Seeing that he took out the gun from under the pillow, I snapped my fingers and disappeared as he wished. In his "dream".

Holding the gun, the young man stared at the empty chair for a long time, because apart from the gun, even in his dreams, he had nothing to rely on.

I watched in the dark as his tense limbs gradually loosened, slowly fell limp, and lay back on the bed again.

The wall he leaned against left a deep red bloodstain, a large one.

The boy kept the wall dust on his back and coughed all night in a daze.

I also watched all night.

April 5

A third-in-command in the organization is killed by a federal government missile attack, and the camp is thrown into panic.The leader made four speeches on stage to appease people, and issued a united front resolution, deciding to retaliate against the federal government.

rash move.

I am not optimistic about this deployment.

Immediately afterwards, they held a small internal meeting, and of course I went in to listen in by means.The masked man pulled out another mask and said, "You all know the rules."

What are the rules?

Someone interfaced: "We understand, leader. If you die, the mask will be passed on to the next person." That is the second in command of the organization.

The second-in-command was a burly man with a strong body and a rough personality, and he was very comfortable in the organization.

I followed him, and easily found the evidence of his collusion with the Federal Omega Management Committee, and found out the reasons for the murder of the third leader and the frequent exposure of the organization's actions.

I put the evidence on the table in the bedroom of the ghost with the face of the face, without signing who am I. After 10 minutes, I was called out and brought before the chief.

In the closed office with a heavy atmosphere, the Long-faced Ghost pressed his finger on the envelope, so serious that it was almost threatening: "Be honest, is it you?"

If I didn't know the inside story, I thought he was testing the insider.

I stared at his fingers, unreasonably thinking of the way he hid his fingers that night when he was suffering from a high fever, his face flushed.

A fragile ghost who is strong on the outside and does nothing on the inside.

I dare not admit to dreaming.

I laughed, and there was the sound of guns being loaded all around me. The guards were waiting in full force, and they were very nervous, but I didn't know that I had already pressed their leader on the camp bed, and made a good deal of it.

"Don't be nervous." I raised my hand to signal, and then turned to the leader, "Honestly, it's me."

"You will come with me tomorrow."

After he gave the order, he lowered his head and took a round of bullets from under the table, and walked out with a small submachine gun.

I heard the violent kicking of the door in the cadre dormitory area not far away, bang bang bang bang, a chaotic and roaring exchange of fire, he and the second in command bombarded each other underground.

I watched leisurely with my arms folded in the hallway.Some high-level civil servants screamed and fled to the ground. I stumbled over two of them, and watched them get up and turn their faces of fear. With the dust falling from the roof and walls, and the sound of bullets piercing through the body like an explosion, I rarely pleasure.

In the end, the Long-faced Ghost grabbed the second-in-command's corpse by the back of the neck, dragged it to my side in silence, stopped, and said two words: "Thank you."

I don't know whether he thanked me for exposing the inner ghost, or thanked me for accommodating his illiteracy, using pictures instead of words, and drew three full pages of villains on the letter paper that conveyed the message in detail.

Maybe both.

The second-in-command's body dragged out a long and wide bloodstain. I followed the bloody road and followed the masked Alpha in front to the camp's speech platform.

The long-faced ghost threw the battered corpse on the ground, stepped on the fat head of the second-in-command, took down the microphone, and asked the crowd below: "Who else?"

The sound hummed.

"no yet?"

No one answered, even the sound of breathing was suppressed.

"This is what happens to traitors."

He took out a scimitar from the back of his waist with his backhand, raised the knife with his hand, blood spattered everywhere, the belly of the second in command was like a burst balloon, he tore out a mass of flesh and blood from it, and unfolded it for everyone to see.It is narrow at both ends and wide in the middle. It is a standard artificial reproductive cavity made by the Federal Medical System.

There were screams one after another, and those who could not bear it had already covered their eyes and sobbed softly.

The long-faced ghost turned indifferently to the direction of the cry: "Why are you crying? I took off his slave sign, shouldn't we celebrate?"

The crying stopped abruptly, and there was a dead silence in the auditorium that can accommodate 1000 people.

"It's the same with you. Are you going to be a slave for life with something in your stomach? They replaced your intestines, not your brains!"

The boy's voice was deafening.

reproductive rejection.

I like.

April 5

The seventh day of sneaking into the federal territory.

Following the team of 50 people to and from various places, I glimpsed a corner of the huge organization of the Revolutionary Army.

It turns out that the camp is just the tip of the iceberg, and the real main body of this organization is scattered among the people.They flow into the hidden sewers of every alley like rainwater, and eventually converge into the underground river under the mainland, always accumulating strength for prying up the surface and destroying the land structure.

At the center of this extended net is the ghost with a long face.

I was amazed by the ability of the savage-faced ghost.At such a young age, he doesn't even have any decent abilities. In my opinion, he is a terribly weak ordinary person. He can remember the names of every organization member and tell their situation, even if he has never seen him before. over them.

So I asked him: "How do you remember the information of tens of thousands of members?"

He replied: "I didn't remember. I just guessed who I was going to meet today and prepared in advance."

"You really worked hard to become a 'God'."

He immediately retorted: "I don't want to be a god. I just want to be myself."

Then, he looked at me and added: "Besides, 'God' did not 'become'. 'God' was chosen by people."

God is chosen by man.

So should it be symbolized?Not quite.

April 5

By bad luck, we were spotted by the authorities.For the sake of safety, the 50-person activity team broke up on the spot and embedded them in various hiding places.

I'm still in the same group as the Rookie.

After many days of contact, he and I have gotten closer, but still resist touching.Several times I "accidentally" ran into him hiding in a small corner changing his dressing and healing his wounds. He hid in the dark with a bandage in his hand and stared at me intently, as if I would pounce on me at any time.

I still want to ask him that question: do you have a genital cavity too?what does it feel like

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Ma Ma: joy ♂ joy

Hahahaha I didn't expect Mama to be like this when she was young.She is big and bad, even worse than Meimei.

She ran away not because she didn't want to inherit the family business, but because she strongly demanded it. However, because she pursued personality worship (that is, Lao Tzu is number one in the world), she was judged by the old man to lack the heart of a god. She wanted to deprive her of her right to inherit, so she left in anger.

She has no sense of morality, and it is entirely because she has a family that she restrains herself and hides her bad heart.

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