latent syndrome

Chapter 47
Los Angeles, St. Louis District.

Bustling pedestrian street.

"Yah~"

A two or three-year-old boy, no taller than a man's calf, was pulling an adult's trouser leg.

"It seems that he likes you very much."

The little boy's mother smiled and said kindly to the man.

Di Yu's entire face darkened in an instant.

He squatted down, with chills in his vicious eyes, and said to the little boy in an extremely terrifying tone: "There is no Santa Claus in this world, they are all dressed up by adults, and the gifts in the socks are bought from department stores." of."

The little boy's mother immediately pulled him back when she heard the words, and protected him behind her, with a hostile expression on her face, she couldn't believe that there were such bad people in this world.

Unexpectedly, the little boy was not afraid, and stretched out his pocket hand to pull Di Kuo's trouser legs.

Di Yu sighed for it and clapped his hands in praise.

"Madam, your son is really kind."

Dick asked Heath to buy a ten-story super-large ice cream for the little boy.

Heath was speechless, not knowing that Di Kuo was having a nervous breakdown again, but he had to do it.

This time I came here mainly to meet with the elite personnel transferred from the foreign dispatch department.

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Located on a high-rise French restaurant, you can overlook the cityscape of the Saint-Louis district through the panoramic glass windows. The dark-colored buildings like a matrix of monotonous repetitive circuit boards are full of inexplicable solemnity.

The atrium paved with obsidian floor tiles is particularly solemn, and the jazz music being played by the orchestra made Randy frown.

The dining table by the window was covered with a silk cloth, and delicate dishes were piled up without anyone moving.

Heath didn't sit down, but stood beside him with his hands behind his back like a sculpture.

Di Kuo sat opposite to Randy. He never expected that such a character would come. Rather than being a macho, it would be better to say that he is too fierce, even a little perverted.

He was wearing an old-fashioned gentleman's dark brown elegant suit, the tie lining was also very neat, and the dark red round frame sunglasses with gold rims were full of fashion.

His short white hair and faint wrinkles mean that he is no longer a member of the new generation.

"I haven't been here for about 15 years and it hasn't changed much."

Randy first glanced out the window, and then took a closer look inside the restaurant, "Whether it is the aesthetics of architecture or interior decoration, have they stagnated?"

Although Di Yu had heard rumors about Randy, if he called him a devil, the devil would bow his head in shame.

That's what the rumors say, who knows if there are any good people who add fuel to the story.

This uncle doesn't look very capable of fighting, which makes him a little worried. Is this really a person in the combat catalog? To be fair, he should be a super macho with explosive muscles like Hercules.

"Beauty is the enemy of efficiency. Contemporary people value efficiency more than anything else. Fragmented time, fast food restaurants, short videos, sex social software, it's too fucking fast."

"It's really fucked up, and all the trendy items are IV garbage from designers with STDs. I don't know if I'm an idiot or everyone else is an idiot, so I wear stolen clothes. I The clothes I’m wearing now were all stolen from the pedestrian street below.”

Di Yu pinched his chin, quite proud.

Maybe that's true, but Randy doesn't see how this has anything to do with his theft, which might have given his clothes new value.

"You're very talkative."

He replied calmly.

Di Kuo glanced around, then poked his head forward cautiously, and said in a low voice: "Are those legends true? You can read minds, and you can see where people come from and what kind of work they are doing in an instant. Please, please." Let me see it, open your eyes."

Di Yu remembered that he used to watch some legal programs about mentally ill criminals. He was mentioned in a few episodes. I forgot the specific content. In short, it was a pretentious program, declaring that mentally ill are geniuses. Theory grandstanding.

In short, this uncle has a lot of things.

"I'm just making the most of my senses."

"Dress, demeanor, skin moisture..."

Randy wasn't done yet.

"The humidity of the skin...humidity?"

Di Yu was shocked, and repeated it again, only to feel that it was so mysterious and a little too magical.

Randy looked at a woman at the next table, then took a deep sniff.

"The pores of the human body will expand."

"She's very wet, so it must be from a coastal area, but the moisture is locked inside, and the outside is dry, so it must be from a high latitude area, such as the Baltic Sea."

"Bronze earrings and that unique accessory style, and her accent, uh..."

Randy closed his eyes and smacked his lips, as if he was tasting some food, "I can feel the taste of that aromatic tongue, the freshest, Scandinavian black tea."

Di Yu didn't believe this series of nonsense at all.

"Hello ma'am, are you from... Scandinavia?"

Di Yu directly stepped forward to ask.

The woman was extremely surprised, she didn't know how Di Yu saw it, and nodded.

Di Yu was in a trance, which was too damn magical.

"Where's the man? The black guy in the white T-shirt eating a steak."

Di Yu thinks that Randy must have played some kind of trick, there is some kind of tricks that he doesn't know about, human beings can't do this at all, so he wants to make things difficult for him, because the black people are almost the same, and the one I'm referring to now has no characteristics It can be said that there are no accessories, no talking, and the clothes are completely integrated into the crowd, and there is no trace at all.

Skin moisture?What are you kidding?Di Yu still didn't believe in evil.

Randy still took a deep sniff.

"His body is like an engine running all the time."

"It's quite hot, one of the hottest countries in the world."

"South Africa? No."

"Only an island country with a narrow area can have such a strong moisture, and the unique salty taste of the Caribbean Sea, um..."

Randy gritted his teeth, as if chewing something, and added: "I can imagine the strong elasticity of the pliable leg tendons."

"He's a Jamaican."

Randy couldn't help it, he elegantly cut the steak with a knife and fed it into his mouth.

Di Kuo stepped forward again to confirm that, as Randy said, he was really a Jamaican.

He returned to his chair in a daze.

It's brilliant.

Dibrow motioned Heath to give Randy the suitcase, which contained many targets to be sniped and piles of cash.

"Fuck, I just want to say... this is amazing."

Di Yu still didn't believe it very much, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it, which made him a little upset.

"This level... is too shallow."

Randy's crimson sunglasses burst out with a purgatory-like glow of blood.

"I can smell human brains."

"In fear."

Randy took out Baudelaire's collection of poetry from inside his elegant suit, flipped through a few pages, and found a passage he liked very much.

"Pain is the only nobility."

"Neither earth nor hell can corrode it."

"To weave crowns of supreme laurels."

"It is necessary to gather the power of the universe."

"..."

"When tasting the pain that people experience from fear."

"You can even learn what kind of happy or unhappy life they have had."

He closed the book.

"Baudelaire... you have a lot of taste."

"I still have some things to deal with. You know, I'm the most tired of this job."

"Please take it easy, I have already paid the bill, please forgive me."

After all, Di Kuo left with Hiss.

He already knew that this man would complete the task perfectly.

The fiercest macho, well deserved.

(End of this chapter)