latent syndrome.

Chapter 331. 330. Astrogazer
"Once, I shot a man through the head with a gun, from the side."

"Unbelievably, that person didn't die. I'm pretty sure that person's mind is completely rotten."

"But he didn't die, he stood there and didn't fall down until seven or eight seconds later."

"I think I've discovered the truth."

"Human consciousness is separated from the body."

"I've read some academic research. The soul and memory are all chemicals in synapses. These are made of tiny proteins called brain peptides."

"Everything depends on the type, quantity, sequence and spatial structure of brain peptide amino acids."

"I always feel that something is wrong, there is always something wrong anyway."

"But all the information is so real. The memory protein is extracted from the brains of trained bees and transplanted into the brains of untrained bees. Then these bees can fly every day as if they have been trained. Eat in the designated hive."

"I always feel that something is missing, so I continue to kill, with precision and efficiency. I just want to confirm that expression, after the brain is completely destroyed, within a limited time, the body naturally responds."

"But I haven't met a person for a long time. After the brain is broken down, people can live for as long as seven or eight seconds. This must be my problem."

"It is necessary to destroy the brain in an instant without any extra steps. I continue to keep improving, and the technique is getting more and more sophisticated. At the beginning, it was two seconds, five seconds, or even ten seconds."

"Finally, I have reached the ultimate."

"If I say that I kill the assistant next to you now, her brain will be completely disabled."

"But she survived for 33 seconds."

boom……

The iron plate holding the coffee mug fell to the ground with a clang due to the loss of strength in the hand, and continued to sway, making the clang of gold and stone.

22 Zones of Destruction.

inland sea.

The strong wind crushed the environment, setting off waves that were as black as stagnant water and slapped fiercely on the reef to shatter themselves, endlessly.

Following two dark green snake lightnings, like a doomsday thunderbolt, the lighthouse standing on the huge reef on the coast was lit up, and the corrosive acid rain made a fragmented and shattered sound.

Through the mottled lighthouse window, half of a human face is reflected. The short hair combed back stands like a steel needle, and a few strands of embarrassment are floating on the forehead. The inconspicuous face is so mediocre that it even reaches a kind of horror Even if those dark eyes look at the person in front of them, it just feels like they are looking at something else.

The sound of the waves is constant, the reception room on the upper floor of the lighthouse.

"Feel sorry……"

The female assistant tidied up the mess on the ground in panic, saying that she would prepare again immediately, and could no longer bear the oppression in the room. Even if the broken glass of the cup scratched her hand and ooze blood, she didn't care, she quickly cleaned up, picked up the plate and left Room.

Only the guests who came here after a long journey and the owner of the lighthouse remained.

The lighthouse, which was cast in the fifteenth century, has survived tenaciously for five or six hundred years. The stone walls and furnishings in the room are extremely simple. Sodium lamps emit a faint, ghostly light to illuminate the place.

Chainsaw heard that there is an astrologist here, who understands the mysteries of the universe, and knows that the past, present, and future have a large part of the so-called original truth.

"33 seconds."

"It's amazing."

"It seems that everything can't escape this number."

"There is indeed something wrong, I'm curious, after such a long time, even more than half a minute, after the brain is completely destroyed, what exactly..."

"What kind of state is it?"

Rhodes asked calmly, not afraid of this doomsday ruler, the supreme leader of the Salvation Army, a large violent group that spanned multiple destruction zones.

"It seems that rumors are rumors after all."

"You are not a god."

"I found out what was wrong, and after I reached this extreme, I finally found out what the problem was."

"Brain peptides, amino acids, are indeed the carriers of memory."

"Something like electronic data, binary code symbols."

"There must be..."

Chainsaw was a little short of words, and was stuck for a moment, unable to search for suitable words in his mind.

Rhodes added for him.

"Things used to recognize, decode these data."

"That's what it is to be human."

"Is that what you mean?"

Rhodes said calmly.

His reminder made Chainsaw's thoughts clear again. Perhaps it was too closely connected with the abyss, and it was about to bottom out. What mighty force was preventing him from breaking through the shackles of 3.

"That's right, what you said is right, Astrologist."

"That kind of theory can't convince people at all. This kind of transcendence, in the infant stage... no, even the embryo, or earlier, long before that, something was injected into the brain."

"It is a wonderful form that transcends time and space. It cannot be thought of in categories such as cause and effect, attributes, existence, and non-existence."

"It's like nothing...Nothing can be called nothing only in relation to being."

"Nothing is really empty, and this consciousness, this spirit, is everywhere."

Suddenly, the chainsaw breathed a little short of breath, a little frantic, and with a flash of thunder, he could see the traces of the backlash of the vision through the white plain shirt, iron sheets, thorns, blood scales, all spreading and proliferating.

"It's like cosmic awareness."

"We are all parts ripped from the abyss."

"And we're going to come back to it anyway."

"This is submerged disease."

Chainsaw said so, as if he was drinking too much, his hands were seriously unsteady, his hands were shaking when he took anything, and he reluctantly took the coffee that the female assistant re-delivered.

In today's world, the rarity of coffee beans is even higher than that of canned fruit. Perhaps it was the long-lost caffeine injection that made him let out a long and extremely sick breath. Looking out the window at the raging waves of the inland sea and the lightning, he felt a little paranoid. Terrified, and somewhat ulterior, secretly excited.

Like tearing off a scab from a wound.

"You haven't gotten to the point yet."

"These things are all reflected from the faces of the dead."

"Please tell me, what kind of demeanor is that?"

Rhodes asked.

Like a frightened bird, the chain saw shrank a little, as if he was a little scared.

"I killed them."

"They really did die."

"Brain peptides, amino acids, and so on, no longer exist."

"abyss."

"I call him the abyss, and in 33 seconds, the abyss will rise up, out of darkness, out of nothing, out of chaos."

"Look at me."

"I just keep searching."

"Ongoing……"

"Ongoing……"

As if in the cold winter, the shivering chainsaw took a blanket from the sofa and covered him. The temperature around him seemed to be different from that of Rhodes, and his breath was white hot mist.

"So have you arrived yet?"

Rhodes asked.

"That's why I came to you."

(End of this chapter)