latent syndrome

Chapter 77
In the dark forest.

Eugene and the two followed the signs and followed the traces left by human beings, and some clues of waste and garbage gradually deepened.

After killing a humanoid monster, Liszt grabbed the machete and chopped the thorny thorns to open the way.

Eugene guarded the surroundings with a pistol loaded with special ammunition. Strangely, this neurotoxin has no effect on the enemies here, and there will be no blue flames after piercing it. They are not infected.

"What the hell are these monsters? They're so creepy."

She couldn't help asking, not only strange insects and some wild deer with split heads or bodies, but also some humanoid devils who can't speak but only grunt and pant, it's too unimaginable.

"This is indeed a place like a field. I have basically concluded that it is not from an individual."

"It's a collection of evil things."

"Those people...are the local residents. They are controlled by a certain powerful consciousness, ordering them to kill people who get lost here, or collect corpses, or capture living people."

Liszt drove the road, and was preoccupied with talking to Eugene.

"How did you know?"

Their faces had been smeared with dust or the remains of cold-blooded insects from walking through the filthy forest.

Eugene didn't understand, and he didn't find anything along the way, but Liszt seemed to understand everything gradually.

"The blood of the insects and beasts here, or the blood of those humanoid creatures, is different from normal humans in terms of color and moisture content."

"In the beginning, I just guessed. After discovering many bloodstains of ordinary people, this can only be the case."

"Those humanoids would abduct the living, or collect the dead."

"I can only hope it's the former."

Liszt cut off a piece of thorns with a hatchet, endured the barbs on it and opened it, and found a stone building surrounded by vines in front. It was a very ordinary simple one-story square, although the paint on the outer wall had peeled off. , but much better than some log cabins.

"Go in and see if you find anything, maybe it can be used as a temporary refuge."

Liszt has already walked forward.

"Sanctuary? Don't tell me you plan to stay here for a long time now."

Eugene didn't dare to think about what it would be like to stay in this ghostly place for a few more days. The eerie level here is beyond imagination, not to mention hunting weird and deformed creatures, and the thick black fog covering everything. If there is no flashlight, the visibility lower.

She felt that the battery power of the flashlight was slowly bottoming out, and the light emitted became weaker and weaker. She didn't want to stay in the dark in such a depressing environment.

"I never said that."

Lister replied.

Perhaps because of being in the dark light area for a long time, Eugene suddenly felt tinnitus, that kind of sharp and long metal scraping scream that slowly penetrated into the eardrum from the void.

"You should think about a way to leave. Let alone saving the eldest lady, whether we can survive is a problem."

"Besides, the eldest lady is probably dead."

After Eugene said that, he felt that something was wrong, rubbed his temples with his fingers, and he would say such words.

"Be careful and pay attention."

"The weirdness of this jungle is more than that, it can also interfere with people's thinking."

"If this is the domain of a super infected person, then you only need to kill him."

"But in this situation, I really don't know what to do. I can only take one step at a time."

Liszt stopped talking nonsense, walked to the stone-built bungalow, followed the principle of being careful, put his hand on the door and gradually increased his strength, in case there was something inside.

Sure enough, there seemed to be something blocking the door, and it couldn't be opened from the outside. There was probably someone inside.

He gave Eugene a hand and motioned for her to come over.

Eugene didn't dare to neglect, held a gun, and came to Liszt's side carefully without making any footsteps, and nodded to him.

Liszt didn't hesitate anymore, injected strength into his arm from a different space, slashed at it with a hatchet, and then kicked it to pieces.

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Around the huge roots.

Colin could see some traces of sacrificial rituals. Firewood was piled up to form a big triangle, and some exquisite sacrificial props were piled inside.

In one of the triangular firewood piles, there is a woman wearing linen clothes kneeling and knelt down, with bruises and strangle marks all over her pale skin, and a crown made of twigs on her head.

The tiny rhizomes protruding from her huge roots penetrated into her limbs and torso, as if they were slowly wrapping her, trying to integrate her into the tree.

Colin stepped forward to see that she was still warm, and stretched out his hand to tear off those roots. As soon as he pulled out one, blood spilled from her body. This movement made him stop rashly, otherwise it would directly kill her.

But seeing that she was breathing extremely weakly, kneeling down and closing her eyes tightly, she couldn't feel any pain, and she seemed to be in a weird state.

As a fibrous stem was pulled out, the winding and pulling from the main rhizome became more forceful, dragging her inside at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ke Lin was stunned for half a second, and then he realized that he didn't dare to take another step, and cut off all the hairs and stems from the middle with a blood knife. Seeing that the woman had disconnected from the mysterious plant, her breathing became disordered, and she showed signs of waking up.

But then those tendrils quickly regenerated and re-infiltrated into the woman's body, and the pulling speed was even faster.

Colin was helpless, and he couldn't do any damage to the huge main root, he thought quickly.

The disabled man showed no mercy, stepped forward and tore off all the hairs and stems with his non-disabled hand.

clack clack...

Blood holes burst out one after another on the woman's body, overflowing with plasma, and she couldn't even maintain her kneeling posture, she fell directly to the ground, and decayed at an incredible speed, melting into a pool of black mud with only skeletons left.

"You killed her..."

Colin grabbed the disabled man's collar, and there might be some way to wait a little longer.

Disabled men can only utter deaf-mute dry shouts.

He pointed to the huge beard with his finger, then pointed to the cane, and then put the cane on his chest to indicate that he was connecting, and then made an expression of extreme pain, accompanied by the screaming of the lungs without vocal organs.

Colin couldn't understand it at all.

Anyway, this person is under his control, and he doesn't show any combat effectiveness.

He took out a photo of the mayor's only daughter, Jessica, and ordered the disabled man almost intimidatingly. When he asked him if he knew this woman, he nodded, probably knowing where she was.

Otherwise, Ke Lin would use the method just now to cut him in half.

The disabled man stopped making strange shouts and just nodded.

Only then did Colin let go of his hand.

SCT, of course, is just a bunch of lunatics.

Although the countermeasures may be just, and it is not a good person, it is just that I have been promoted to a full-time agent. Those more new agents have nothing but their names and tombstones with unrealistic achievements. Most people with deep disease are isolated from mainstream society, have no family, no friends.

Under this kind of control, they were forcibly dragged into the abyss of confrontation with SCT, their bodies were smashed to pieces, and they were lost forever. No one will miss them.

Because of the clues obtained by the Countermeasure Bureau, Colin agreed to do things for them, but this was of a cooperative nature, and no one could force anyone to order.

Jessica, is a useful chip.

(End of this chapter)