latent syndrome

Chapter 45 45. Alaska
East of the Bering Strait, south of the Arctic Ocean.

Anchorage, Alaska.

The majestic and stretching holy snow-capped mountains, the gloomy deep blue ocean filled with broken ice floes, and the bright Milky Way flowing out of the starry sky can be seen in the distance.

Anchorage fulfills all three at the same time.

This quiet city has a small population, and its deserted and lonely beauty also makes all the exotic cultivated trees here look bleak.

Elizabeth psychiatric prison.

The high and thick concrete walls are surrounded by layers of electrified barbed wire, and there is no beauty in it. The gloomy and dark buildings have only a few windows with lights.

Everything else is shrouded in darkness.

This is the highest-level prison in the Liberty League, and it is used for intensive "treatment" of some prisoners who escaped crimes on the grounds of mental illness.

Warden's Office.

He got a powerful phone call, and the big man wanted to talk to a felon in the prison.

"You mean...Randy?"

"Hoffman Randy?"

The warden swallowed, and a drop of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

5 minute later.

After all the guards' games of dodging, they chose the two most unlucky guys to take Randy to the phone room.

Reluctantly, two prison guards took electric batons and guns to the underground prison, opened an old rusty door with a key, and saw an extremely dark corridor, with iron bars for detaining prisoners on both sides. fence.

They could hear furtive screeching sounds and grotesque pronunciations of unknown meaning imitating some kind of creature.

Like animals that have been trained in a laboratory to be completely insensitive to violence, these mentally ill patients have undergone various brain experiments by scientists under severe torture. Like Pavlov's dogs, when they wear white coats or sterile suits When people appear, they will curl up in a corner, imitating the strange sound of a hamster to please the perpetrator.

But there is one weirdo.

Named Hoffman Landy.

He even had the frontal lobe of his brain smashed by the ice pick operation, but he still possesses reason, like a monster, but neither high-voltage current nor saw scalpel can make him show the slightest pain.

When suffering from those tortures and extreme pain, he called it...

Sensual intoxication.

The two prison guards were a little scared. They were not in charge of this area. They were all delivered by some impoverished expatriates, but they still bite the bullet and turned on the light switch of the underground prison.

The moment the light emerges.

Those iron fences full of bloodstained tooth marks and claw marks coincidentally let out extremely stern howls, which were not sounds that humans could make at all, but beasts that had been tortured throughout their lives.

Because they know that as soon as the lights are turned on, if someone in a black uniform with a baton comes here, someone will never come back.

This sounds contradictory, because the ultimate violence has changed their brain structure, only the simplest rough cognition.

That is inside the iron fence, it is painless.

Accompanied by the strange screams of hundreds of lunatics, the scalps of the two prison guards went numb, wishing to leave here immediately, but thinking of the warden's order, if they left, they would lose their jobs.

In Anchorage, prison guard is a more respectable job.

"It's just some idiots locked up in cages, what are you afraid of?"

A prison guard cheered himself up and walked forward quickly, trying not to look at the scene on both sides, but he still caught it out of the corner of his eye.

Dry monsters with dilated pupils and hair falling out.

He became more and more afraid, and walked faster and faster.

The fellow prison guards followed behind him with their heads down, their eyes half closed, and they just followed the people in front of them.

The light is getting dimmer, the blood stains on the ground are getting more and more, and the steel plate structure is getting more and more messy with tooth marks and claw marks.

He was even more frightened, his breath was heavy, and his heart beat faster.

Turning one dark corner after another, countless red emergency lights.

In fact, he only walked two or three hundred meters, but he felt like he had walked countless light years.

At last!
There was no longer a road, and he woke up suddenly, as if in a lifetime, the madman's neighing gradually weakened, the cells around here were empty, only the fence at the end of the corridor sat a sitting figure slightly illuminated by the dim light .

This is.

Hoffman Landy.

The two prison guards froze in place, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

"You're shaking."

His voice sounded like he was in his forties, with an enchanting grace and magnetism, albeit rather husky.

"Fear causes the brain to secrete transmitters."

"The strong fragrance attracts predators."

"I advise against that."

"It's like a poker game. Once someone finds out that it's a bad card expression, it's already out of the game."

Randy stood up slowly. He was strangely tall. He approached the fence, stretched out a hand from the gap in the iron bars, and gestured for a handshake to show friendship.

And his true face hidden in the shadows was also revealed. The public in his forties had no distinctive features, his eyes were already wrinkled, his hair was shaved very short but all turned white, and his eyes were extremely comfortable and warm.

The prison guard was stunned, it was completely different from what he had imagined.

With the guards opening the cell door.

Randy put on the handcuffs very cooperatively, and without another word, he and the prison guard walked all the way to the top of the dungeon through the corridor.

Puzzling.

As long as Randy walks by, those screaming madmen will immediately shut up, and they have become silent in an instant.

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10 minutes later, the phone room with not much space.

Randy, dressed in a prison uniform, is summoned and waits on the hook-up phone, and the prison guard hears that someone important has something to ask him.

A dozen prison guards guarded him together, worried that something might go wrong. While serving his sentence here, he had killed a psychiatric clinician.

However, Randy was not annoyed when faced with such strict security, he just smiled at them and expressed his friendliness.

Finally, the phone rang.

Randy answered the phone without saying a word, waiting for the other person to speak first.

Because of the distance, and the speaker of this kind of phone can only be heard when it is very close, they don't know what is being said on the other end of the phone.

After a while, Randy finally spoke.

"Make sure, is it Los Angeles?"

Seemingly having received the confirmed news, Randy hung up the phone lightly.

And from the beginning to the end, he only said this sentence.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little depressed.

"I'm sorry, my friends. I'm leaving soon. Good times are always so short. Can you take me to the warehouse? I want to get back my belongings when I served my sentence."

He smiled softly and didn't look threatening in the slightest.

"leave?"

A captain of the prison guard pulled out the electric baton. Although Randy was rumored to be some kind of devil in the prison, it now seemed that he was just a madman with no brains.

"I advise you not to do that."

Randy reminded.

But the captain of the prison guard had no intention of stopping.

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After 1 minute, Randy was covered in blood.

He didn't expect that there was a broadcasting room next to the telephone room. It's a pity that it hasn't been used for so many years. The music played here can reverberate throughout the prison, even outside.

"I didn't expect there to be Chopin."

He put the vinyl record in the record player.

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Half an hour later, Randy rinsed off in the shower in the warden's office and put back on the clothes he wore while serving his sentence.

Quite a retro and traditional white shirt, a black tie with a dog's tooth pattern, a dark brown suit and trousers, and his polished leather shoes.

Finally, I put on a pair of extremely fashionable round red sunglasses.

"Almost forgot about you."

Randy brought the book he regarded as his life, the collection of Baudelaire's poems, and he brought it with him when he came to serve his sentence.

In this way, accompanied by Chopin's Waltz in A minor.

Under the shining sky full of stars, Randy left the prison and headed for the airport like a casual traveler on his way home.

A night in Anchorage, Alaska.

The snow-capped mountains are majestic, and the icy ocean is cold.

(End of this chapter)