latent syndrome

Chapter 52
"The world is like a balance."

"As a Los Angeles citizen, you have an obligation to contribute to public order."

"You don't look like the kind of idiot with a sense of mission."

"It's all a conspiracy, all of this, all of it, it's all a conspiracy."

"I can't imagine what it would be like, and I offer my highest respect here."

"Leather goods only need animal carcasses, and the T-shirts you find at the big sale are Southeast Asian child laborers who died suddenly in sweatshops before the age of ten."

"Do you believe in the existence of God, Mr. Detective?"

"When an ugly person makes a mistake, he should be condemned regardless of the conscience of the world, but if a beautiful person makes a mistake, he should be forgiven indiscriminately."

"Although the picture of the kingdom of heaven has been described by the sages, the world is still full of holes."

"The blood scab left by tearing... needs to be peeled off."

"You hypocrite, my kind."

The electric current hiding in the void is like countless worms clinging to each other and wandering around the ears.

Those whispers, those ravings.

The stiff faces around him stared at him coldly, like tourists admiring a lunatic.

All were tormenting Colin's mind like the most vicious curse.

In a gloomy office like hell, the old-fashioned electronic monitors dedicated to securities operations, such as the dirty red and green stock index lines of a painter's palette, twist and wriggle in it.

In the most horrible, disgusting, and scalp-numbing way, it overflowed from the glass screen, leaked from all the holes outside the screen, connected and invaded everything around, penetrated into the gap of the keycap, and sank into it. completely submerged.

The keyboard, it proliferates ugly flesh and blood, arthropods, amphibians, birds, reptiles, weird fusion, reflective foul carapace, dense compound eyes, mouthparts, appendages, tentacles.

"Are you a catalyst, or an invention, or a useless froth from an experiment."

"Or maybe all three."

It opened its mouth to speak, rubbed its completely cold-blooded and hollow claws, and said this to Colin.

Colin has had enough of this, the Bureau, the submerged disease, the hallucinations, the SCT, all of this, it's crazy.

It's too crazy.

"Stupid, fallacious, greedy."

"Occupy your soul and torture your body."

"As a beggar feeds his lice, you feed your sins."

"Let's fall, let's fall."

"Dive to the deepest point."

"The place where human destiny is intertwined."

"The Promised Land of Ultimate Truth."

Those weird red and green stock index lines spread out from the bug, trying to get into Colin's body.

Just when it is about to succeed.

Ke Lin woke up suddenly, grabbed the weird fleshy lines, grabbed both ends and tore them off, gushing violent blood.

The worm suddenly became sluggish, and it was still babbling words of unknown meaning in its mouthparts.

"mu... ti... crown."

It was like a stool suddenly fell off.

Colin woke up again.

……

……

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Colin gradually regained consciousness from the chaos, but his whole body was weak, and he couldn't even move his body.

He opened his heavy eyes with great difficulty, his vision was blurred, his arm... had something like a needle tube stuck in it, and beside it was an instrument like a blood collection bottle, which was continuously drawing his own blood.

sound……

An extremely pleasant voice came.

The sound quality with negligible noise is not an ordinary speaker, but the music played by an old-fashioned record player.

My mind is in chaos, my eyes are hazy and I can't see clearly, but my ears can hear clearly.

He has heard this piece.

It is Shostakovich's second waltz.

As the soothing music harmonized his body and mind, his pupils slowly regained focus from their distracted state.

This is a large library room, which is astonishingly large. Luxurious crystal chandeliers provide illumination here, exuding a soft halo, and a variety of books are piled up in every corner.

There's also a desk-turned-workbench with a dizzying array of tools.

Scalpels, tweezers, scissors, hole saws, daggers, pliers, tool hammers...

All models and sizes are available.

As the orchestral rhythm intensifies.

The next scene made Colin's pupils constrict suddenly.

Like making insect specimens, some neatly arranged human body parts... are stabbed through the stable structure by iron thorns, and there is a metal base underneath to make them stand up.

Then Colin saw a familiar person.

About two months ago, I had a face-to-face meeting with two people who became official agents at the same time as myself in the conference room of the eleventh branch underground base.

man……

Already dead, his head was twisted at an extremely strange angle on the chair. His expression before death was distorted, as if he had witnessed something extremely terrifying.

Even though the orchestra overwhelmed the screams, it was only when he saw that scene that Colin heard... pitiful sobs that were heartbreaking.

The well-dressed man with red sunglasses is torturing a woman, and she is still alive.

"die……"

"There is no peace, it is eternal solitude, eternal emptiness, torment till the end of time."

"And time... will not end."

"This extreme horror is approaching you every second."

Randy put the watch on the side table, the second hand moved crisply, and then ran the dagger across her skin.

"What you flow is not blood, but the green water of Wangchuan."

"You're shaking."

"This infinitely expansive scent, amber... musk... benzoin... frankincense..."

Randy sucked in the air greedily, his trembling hands touching her face.

"I'm really guilty."

"O God! Give me strength and courage."

"Let me look at my filthy heart and filthy body without disgust."

The blade caressed.

The fragrance is even worse.

"This ultimate fear..."

"You like traveling, boy, and you do like the sights."

"Sunshine on the grass under the snow-capped mountains of the Alps."

tearing sound.

"The blue waves that come caressingly from the Gold Coast."

Flowing sound.

"A clear spring in a lush oasis in a dry desert."

Grinding sound.

"Those curse words."

Crispy.

"Profane words."

Crash.

"Complaining and moaning."

Blood flow like a column.

"Drunk, shout."

The slender lines peeled off one after another.

"Tears, Psalm of Gratitude."

general relativity.

Icicle surgery.

It enters the eye socket and reaches the frontal lobe.

That is a kind of...

The extreme pain and extreme fear that cannot be uttered.

"It's an echo from thousands of labyrinths."

"It's a shout from thousands of sentry posts."

"It's also an order from thousands of microphones."

After all...

The woman's expression was forever frozen in endless horror and fear.

Randy took out the collection of poems in his arms and found a passage he liked more.

"Ah, maggot, black-hearted companion without eyes and ears."

"Look, here comes a happy dead man among you."

"Please walk straight through her body without guilt."

"Tell me what else to torture."

"This old body without a soul, this dead of the dead."

He closed the book and listened to the second waltz, a little intoxicated.

But Colin had never seen such a crazy person.

"You regained consciousness..."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect it to be so fast, this..."

Randy looked at his blood-stained clothes, feeling a little lost, and added: "I'm so rude, I hope you forgive me."

(End of this chapter)