latent syndrome

Chapter 8. Strange talk
The immaculate skirt of the wedding dress fluttered back and forth, and came to an abrupt end with a hoarse murmur.

In the wedding dressing room, the walls, tiles and floor are all bright red. The bride's face is flushed and panting lightly. She rests her hands on the marble countertop of the wash cabinet, staring at the man reflected in the half-length mirror with complicated eyes. She knows him It was less than half an hour.

But the deep guilt was also washed away by the surging passion just now.

He is too handsome and full of masculine charm, especially those emerald green eyes, which are as breathtaking as jewels.

"Can I see you again?"

asked the bride, looking at the man in the mirror who was putting on his belt, his strong, broad shoulders and deadly tall stature, as well as his shoulder-length black wavy hair.

"I can't guarantee it. After all, the world still needs me to save it. Go to the hall quickly. Your husband should be getting impatient waiting for you."

Di Kuo slapped the bride's butt hard, then jumped up the window and jumped down.

"This is the fifteenth floor!"

The bride hurried to the window and looked down, but there was no sign of Di Yu at all, and there was no bloody corpse as imagined, and there was nothing abnormal in the bustling streets that were busy with traffic.

"Could it be?"

The bride looks up at the cloudy dome.

"Oh God, he must be an angel."

The bride subconsciously bit her lips. Everything that happened just now was like a dream, but the fiery feeling was so real that it enveloped the soul and lingered slowly, lingering for a long time.

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Los Angeles Metropolitan Area, Santa Maria District.

Exotic gothic grand high-rises stand everywhere, and underwear advertisements are shown on huge screens in the square.

The white tube top of the actress contains the highest inspiration of the fashion show designer, and the sacred and sexual hints are lined on the chest without any violation.

Gray was driving an unremarkable black business car, still wearing a jacket, and the brim of the peaked cap was pulled down very low, not wanting to draw attention to his blind eye.

Through the intelligence database, she found that there were only five orange sports cars of this model in the entire Los Angeles city. Since Colin didn't remember the license plate number, she could only investigate one by one and use the method of elimination.

In the end, it was found that a rich man who owned this type of vehicle was missing, and all the property and jewelry in the manor were looted, and he should have been killed by Di Kuo.

Gray found this car from the database of the Ministry of Communications, checked its driving trajectory, and indeed passed the convenience store that Colin said, and it was parked in a department store after a night in a hotel In the underground garage of the mall.

And she also found information about the Eastern European girl who was traveling with Di Yu that day. She was a member of a world-touring ballet troupe. She was also listed as missing on the police record and might be killed by Di Yu.

Gray thinks Di Brow is not the kind of person who will go shopping, and the person driving the sports car is likely to be his subordinate.

If you just kill or capture a few minions, then such important clues will be wasted, and you must follow up the investigation, preferably to find their stronghold.

Gray drove the car into the underground garage and parked it in the corner, found the orange sports car, broke through the door with an unlocking device, placed a small device thinner than paper for wiretapping and positioning in the interlayer of the interior seat, and closed it. The door, check whether there is a vehicle alarm during the confirmation period. After all, the safety factor of this high-end sports car is still relatively high.

After confirming that everything was fine, she returned to her vehicle and sat in the rear driver's seat to avoid detection.

During the period, Gray checked the coordinates of all the "new agents" on her mobile phone, and after there was nothing unusual, she noted the itinerary and purpose to the logistics staff of the eleventh department. follow-up to the event.

Waited like this until noon.

Gray didn't relax for a moment, and finally found two suspicious persons.

At present, there is no real-time identification method for patients with submerged disease, and it is impossible to distinguish between ordinary people and infected people.

The pair bought a good deal of soap and some kitchen knives, which they even carted around in a rear-engined sports car, so the storage box was in the front.

After the two filled the rear driver's seat and storage box of the sports car, they drove out of the underground garage.

Gray put on headphones to eavesdrop on their conversation, and after the sports car had left 100 meters, she also drove a commercial vehicle to follow.

After driving for a kilometer, the buildings on both sides of the driveway became more and more sparse. Looking at the direction, it should be to get on the overpass and enter the ring expressway.

At this time, the two people in the sports car finally started talking. Gray eavesdropped and recorded the audio, not to leave evidence. A clue that may have been missed at the time.

Judging from their voices, both of them are not young, about 30 years old.

"I used to dispose of the corpse at the seaside, but I didn't find it at the time. The corpse was washed back by the waves. When I went to see it a few days later, the buddy was lying on the reef, with only some bones and flesh left."

"Then why haven't you been arrested yet? With your brain, which doesn't know how to multiply, you should be stabbed by your good sister in prison now."

"That's not the point. I escaped from prison later. The point is what I saw at the time. It turns out that seagulls can eat human corpses. They are in groups, like they are having a party."

"Excellent, I always thought they were just rambunctious little birds."

"You don't know, they can eat soft tissue, and they have a special skill, they can pick up bones and smash them on rocks, eating the bone marrow inside."

A moment of silence.

It seemed that there was some kind of weird comparison, and the other person also started to talk about strange things.

"Penguins, yes, penguins in Antarctica will rape the corpses of their own species."

"real or fake?"

"It's 100% true, it's recorded by scientists, and it's still documented in the Natural History Museum."

"This is too perverted brother, just like...fuck, just like people."

A rather vulgar and mean laugh came from the earphones.

Gray, who was following the sports car, was not moved by these conversations, and she hoped to obtain some key information.

"Fruit knives can be used to stab people. What are you buying so much soap for?"

"It's all Di Kuo's idea. It seems that some oil can be extracted and made into explosives."

"Di Yu... What a fucking lunatic, I dare say there is no one more perverted than him, is he really from SCT?"

"Brother worthy of the name, do you know the butcher, the most powerful infected person in Los Angeles before, who can stop the train, and now it is made into a specimen for people to visit in the club, it is all done by Di Kuo, except for the backbone of SCT, I can't imagine anyone else being so strong."

Gray was a little moved when he heard this, no wonder there was no news from the butcher.

She wrote down all the useful information in the notebook she carried with her, which now includes keywords such as nitroglycerin and butcher.

"In this case, shouldn't we act under the name of SCT? Why did Di Yu give the organization such a strange name, Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid? It's so fucking stupid."

"I don't know, who can understand Di Mao's thoughts, but I heard him mention something, pop culture turns everyone into a sissy, and 99 out of every [-] men are testicular cancer patients."

"Do you have testicular cancer?"

"I didn't, how about you?"

"Of course I didn't either."

"Fuck, maybe not literally, he wants to say that people nowadays have no kind."

"Do you have seeds?"

"Isn't this fucking nonsense, tough guys among tough guys, the people I killed were worth five years' turnover of a funeral home."

"Yes, sometimes I feel that I am quite timid and dare not enter some restaurants with better decoration."

"Fuck, it's really useless. Once... I kidnapped a rich second-generation lady. When I was about to do something, maybe her father had agreed to pay the ransom. She said something Insulting words... academic qualifications, IQ, poor people, etc. In the end... I didn't stand up, so I killed her and blew the ransom."

"Damn, you might really be testicular cancer, I mean in practical terms."

Gray wrote down the key words. Although he hesitated, he finally wrote six words.

Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid.

(End of this chapter)