latent syndrome.

175 Chapter 174. Eternity
I don't know how long it has passed, whether it is a second, or a century.

Colin woke up suddenly, black and red blood overflowed from his nasal cavity.

"There is no horror in the world that can surpass the indifference and cruelty of this frozen sun, and the long days of misty chaos."

The ravings of a madman came from my ears.

A strong sense of déjà vu suddenly appeared in Ke Lin's heart, here is...

What appeared in front of his eyes was a large library, with luxurious crystal chandeliers emitting a dense light, and several custom-made bookshelves on the walls made of solid wood, displaying a variety of books ranging from literature to documentary.

As for himself, the tendons in his hands and feet were severed and fixed to the stool, and he was still connected to eight blood collection needles, so he couldn't produce any strength at all, even standing up.

The blood-red round sunglasses reflect Purgatory.

Randy took a deep breath, the smell!It was the same smell that Colin smelt when he committed suicide for the first time, but it was different. The fragrance was too mellow, as if it had gone through a long time.

"What an amazing method!"

"I gave you a psychological hint in the future!"

"It turned out to be true, it's really a god's method!"

"Everything that happens to you in the future..."

Randy staggered backwards, knocked over the hot black tea on the side table, his eyes under the sunglasses showed deep horror, he slumped on the chair, his body was stiff.

Colin froze in place.

time……

Backtracking...

what is this else?
"It's impossible, it's impossible, I've already killed you, like slaughtering pigs and dogs, I chopped you up to Ling Chi."

"And you bastard... chose to commit suicide."

There was fine cold sweat on Colin's forehead. He couldn't understand what was going on. There was a sharp pain in his head. It was an extreme pain that could tear his soul. Just like every time he went back in time before, he fell into the abyss Generally, it is combined with swelling pain, puncture, and throbbing pain.

"It's incredible..."

After Randy slowed down for more than ten seconds, he finally regained that calm elegance.

"Suicide? This is forbidden by the Catholic Church."

"But I could do that. No one cares about God and the devil and the communion table."

"Did I even kill myself?"

"But it's you. In an instant, you are completely different. What else can destroy you?"

"You are too strong, Colin, you are too strong."

Randy has never seen such a powerful person. From those furious eyes, the power to destroy the universe gathers.

"You're dead, Randy, come out, Hugo, and stop playing your tricks."

Colin endured the severe pain in his brainstem and desperately recalled everything. The SCT launched a general attack. The Pope turned St. George's District into purgatory in a taboo way. That way is the most evil massacre.

"What have you been through?"

Randy was a little dazed, but as long as he tasted the strong fragrance from the cerebral cortex, he could know what kind of happy or unfortunate life he had lived.

He took a deep breath.

"Like a nightmare."

"SCT, those horrible people."

"They used the cemetery as their studio, and celebrated death with austere innocence."

"But neither the SCT nor the countermeasures are correct."

"You are so lost, like a cellar with lost keys, like a street beast."

"Walk all the way and can't see anything."

"Across the fields, I can't tell summer from winter."

"Like a piece of shit, dirty, useless, and ugly."

"Reduced to be the laughing stock of children's amusement."

Randy straightened the buttons on his sleeves, and continued to add: "I have nothing to do with you, Colin. The human spirit is like a spring. If it is pressed for a long time, it will lose all its elasticity."

"Everyone is like this, and there is room for only a certain degree of desperation. When the sponge has absorbed enough water, even if the sea flows over it, it cannot add a drop to it."

"It's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. Now you are like a magnificent giant standing still."

Randy took off his blood-colored round-frame sunglasses, looking a little disappointed.

And Colin didn't know when he had heard enough of these nonsense nonsense. Before he came to encircle Hugo, he learned the relevant information from the communication terminal. The Pope's hint meant that the universe Truth, the mystery of the world has a certain understanding, and it is also related to spirit and psychology.

He decided that this was an illusion. Although all the scenes were extremely real, Colin was extremely sure.

"Do you think hallucinations work on me?"

Colin was a little disdainful.

And Hugo also manifested his real body. Although he was wearing Randy's clothes, his figure, face, and especially those deep eyes were highly recognizable.

"I have to say that the will of you people is too strong."

"It's true if you think about it. Anyone who can reach this level must have a firm and unwavering spirit."

"No matter how subtle the illusion is, it can be seen through quickly."

Hugo is playing with the blood-colored sunglasses, Baudelaire, what an elegant taste.

At the very beginning, when Colin went to protect the woman, the feather passed through him, even though it was only a vision, but visions are essentially one with Colin, transcending spirit and matter things.

And Colin used the enhanced blood knife to tear Hugo into pieces, which was just an illusion, and Hugo was unscathed from beginning to end.

"Now you must be very confused. I don't know what you have experienced, but I can still create this illusion."

"Thoughts, memories, and the human brain are extremely mysterious."

"As long as you use some special methods, you can even immerse yourself in the painful environment you created."

"Just like every mental patient I treat, they always have some ulterior and painful pasts, and they waste too much time in that smoky hallucination."

"And I always have access to their memories."

Hugo put the sunglasses aside, stared at the unmoved Colin, and squeezed his chin for a moment of thought. He was indeed a powerful man. In terms of destructive power, he had the tendency to catch up with Hao.

"This is where you are made, Colin."

"Sorrow and pain spread through you, and the fire of the whole universe burns in your veins."

"The soul boils intoxicated like coals buried in a boiler."

Hugo continued to look around, and there were six dead people, were they also killed by Randy, and the desk that was transformed into a tool table.

He frowned. The specimens and various tools on it, even hole openers and tweezers, it is hard to imagine what kind of perverted man he is, and it is not even considered torture anymore, but was created for the purpose of creating pain. Twist precision surgery.

"I found that you rotten people all have one characteristic in common."

Colin dismissed it, and added: "Is this your method? To create a painful illusion? What a clumsy trick."

The corner of his mouth was even mocking.

Hugo was silent for a while.

"You're quite right that pain is a cheap thing to do."

"Such an illusion cannot destroy the strongest."

"But this is indeed a kind of trust in time."

"Eternity is effective."

Hugo took out a dagger from the tool table, and inserted it into Colin's thigh expressionlessly.

"Brilliantly, I've also read some collections of poetry."

"Let me think about what to say at this time... like Randy."

"It's a good one."

"All happiness and hope cannot escape the fate of disillusion sooner or later."

"In the end, they will all be thrown into the forgotten pannier."

"Give it back to eternity."

(End of this chapter)