latent syndrome

Chapter 80. The Shepherd

An extremely ugly big tree, with gray-green moss growing on its skin, and its ugly lines are entangled and entangled in a spiral or even irregular twisted order, forming a disgusting growth.

It is too thick. Compared with plants, it is more like a magnificent tower built by some kind of mighty power. I don’t know how high it is. Looking up, you can’t see the top of the tree. Completely unknown.

The roots, the torso, and the tangled branches of the tree of terror, which are as luxuriant as inbreeding, branch out endlessly.

Rolling and wriggling inside these barks, the outlines of human figures and the wailing facial features twisted, struggling and screaming, like flies laying eggs in carrion, are bulging and inlaid on the bark one after another, tens of thousands or even More, innumerable, continuously integrated into the heart of the tree, even if you can't hear a little sound, you can still feel the grotesque and bleak scream.

under the big tree.

A beautiful young woman with blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in sackcloth, knelt in the evil array of triangular firewood piles, with a crown of thorns on her head, and horns plucked from dead wild deer. .

She was sobbing heartbreakingly, while the indifferent and thin man beside her was holding a book in the cover of an unknown animal.

"In fact, it doesn't need to sacrifice, it will also inhale the sacrifice by itself, but I am still willing to make a little contribution for her."

The man's voice was extremely hoarse. He found that Jessica was crying, caressing her face fondly, and put his index finger on his lips like teasing a child, making a silent gesture.

"Jessica, that's your name."

"You are important, I think you overestimate your so-called friends."

"When I was going to gut them out, everyone said without hesitation that they knew Jessica."

"Jessica is the mayor's daughter, and her father will definitely do something. No matter how much the ransom is, the beloved mayor can give it."

The man gasped slightly, seeming a little annoyed, and twirled her hair with his fingers.

"I know a person. A long time ago, it was in Siberia, in the Far East, during the endless winter. Maybe he didn't have an impression of me."

"He said that just as the strong must rule the weak, so the wise must fool the stupid."

"Do you agree?"

the man asked softly.

But Jessica was just trembling with fear and couldn't say a word.

He paused for a moment.

sudden madness,

He grabbed her hair and pulled it desperately, breaking a little scalp and wringing out blood.

"Do you agree?"

he asked furiously.

Jessica could only nod, frantically, not daring to refute at all.

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Corrupt Sheriff Observation Post.

When Liszt closed the file, he had sorted out all the information in it and imprinted it deeply in his memory.

"This corrupt forest, all the handwriting, came from a man named Clay."

"His family has a history of superstition, including his grandparents and father, who were followers of a secret religion."

"The records describe that his only sister disappeared when he was very young, but there is no more information mentioned, only some clues."

"However, according to the worst guesses about people, it is likely that he was sacrificed to the so-called gods by his family."

Liszt said calmly.

"Does anyone really sacrifice their own family members?"

It’s not that Eugene doesn’t visit forums, she occasionally reads some strange stories on the Internet, many of which come into contact with some pastoral villages of the Interstate Department, these remote areas, when users use exaggerated vocabulary to trace those hidden stories, she will subconsciously Withdrew, because it was a bit depressing. Only when I really encountered this kind of thing did I realize how evil it is.

"As an infected person, you should understand, the imaginary world, the symbolic world, and the real world."

"The problem is that many people don't even have access to universal symbols. Their world only comes from their family and surrounding environment."

"There is no transition to this stage at all. In their cognition, killing family members and evil sacrifices are all logical parts."

"These are just prerequisites. This person named Clay has a criminal record."

"Because of the money, he took the blame for the son of a wealthy businessman who runs a software company. It was just an ordinary hit-and-run, and he would only be sentenced to less than five years in prison."

"But during the trial, it was discovered that the son of a wealthy businessman had violated a high school student, causing him to be disabled and having a mental breakdown, and he was sentenced to 30 years in prison."

"I think the seeds sprouted at that time. He escaped from prison less than ten years ago, and his whereabouts are unknown."

Liszt said.

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Under the ugly giant tree.

Clay was not at all dissatisfied with Jessica's answer. Two strangely long hands that were as dry as rotten branches grabbed her neck, but it didn't kill her to the extent that it just made her unable to breathe and played with her.

"It's actually biased."

"The problem is that many times, people are enslaved voluntarily. There is no such thing as a fool, but they are subject to some unimaginable supreme will."

"Do you know what the yardstick of morality is?"

"In the mouths of some philosophers, the standard of morality is judged to be that if the whole world is doing the same thing, and this thing does not have a negative effect on anyone, then this thing is moral."

"I think……"

"That's what's cruel."

"Everyone needs a meal, everyone needs a lover, and everyone needs a better home."

"Can this be a crime?"

"But ... if you have one more cow on your ranch, there are one less cow on someone's ranch, and an environment can only support a fixed number of groups of people, it's just how you tilt in it, or you fall into what's called a Malthusian trap."

"If a person spends time building palaces for others, then he must not have time to build his own home. If a person is rich, then many people lack money. If a person has no money to marry, then he can only choose to hire prostitutes. Those sores Pus-sucking hallucinogen-sucking stinking bitch."

"The desire for happiness... is also an original sin."

"Under this logic, no one is moral and everyone is guilty."

"You understand, Jessica, you're highly educated."

He let go of Jessica's hand, her face was already flushed so red that she was about to bleed, and her eyeballs were bloodshot. The moment she was released, she took a violent breath, which caused a raging cough and fell into a The ultimate pain.

Clay, he suddenly became very angry.

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Inside the sheriff's observation post.

Liszt continued to Eugene: "This is the town registration. After a long period of escape, Clay returned here, his hometown, half a year ago."

Eugene still doesn't understand, but these information and records can't prove that Clay killed so many innocent people, even if his family has superstitious legacy, it doesn't prove that he himself is a madman, and he has no reason to do that.

"How can you be sure it's him?"

Eugene asked puzzledly.

Liszt asks Eugene for a cigarette.

Eugene was a little surprised, he didn't expect him to have this side.

Liszt caught it very skillfully, ignited it with a match, hissed deeply, and clamped it with his thumb and index finger instead of the index finger and middle finger.

"Travel brochure."

"The murderer from more than 20 years ago."

"Clay's mother may be a normal person. As a result, he has no childhood trauma. Except for the crime of being a rich businessman's son, he has never committed any crime."

"His mother was raped by a murderer, and her body was chopped into pieces."

"In the tourism promotion of Baishi Town, some shops will sell souvenirs about the murderer to make money."

"I think……"

"It pissed him off."

"We've got to get going soon."

Liszt said as he smoked a quarter of the whole cigarette at once.

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Grotesque trees full of creeping human bodies.

Cray.

Almost insane, his face distorted, almost roaring.

"Educated people understand!"

"You understand too!"

"People's kindness, tolerance, friendship, and so-called morality make this barren land a paradise for devils."

"The executioner rejoices, the martyr weeps."

"Your kind, your side, make men slaves of slaves, sewer waters."

"But it's not wrong, you see, you're totally right and totally noble, because this is the universe!"

"This unholy feast, spiced and seasoned with blood, is the universe!"

"The poison of power makes the dictator hot-headed, but the people love the whip that makes people stupid."

"Look carefully!"

Clay held Jessica's head in both hands, and forced it to one side, making her look straight at the cursed tree rolling with countless twisted and weird human bodies. Those people, even if they didn't make a sound, felt Obtained, the extreme sorrow and pain endlessly poured into the violent wail of the body.

Jessica was forced to cry and stared at the big tree.

Clay's voice softened.

"this world."

"The most beautiful sound is silence."

"And the greatest illusion."

"Just innocent."

"Merge with them, Jessica, where you will feel the wholeness of life, the . Green-eyed, mysterious saint from the stars."

Claygon was a little drunk.

But was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Colin, here we are.

(End of this chapter)