latent syndrome

Chapter 9. Visions
Los Angeles, Montgomery District, a barbecue shop in a large shopping mall.

"You are truly a saint who does not smoke or drink."

Eugene couldn't help sighing, it's rare to see such a fierce smoker, a normal person has already been poisoned by nicotine, his lungs can't be described as pitch black, they are simply tar factories.

Ke Lin stubbed out the cigarette butt, drank the beer in the glass, and didn't want to deal with the eccentric Eugene, who was especially sarcastic.

"Uncle, what kind of hint is your vision?"

Eugene began to wonder about the abilities of a typical decadent uncle like Colin.

"I... I'm just a few years older than you, vision? What is that?"

He remembered the big guy saying the word that night too.

"Isn't it? Chunchun Mengxin, you don't understand at all."

Eugene's jaw almost fell to the ground. Thinking about how powerful No.11 Corey's other infected combinations are, how come they are downgraded as soon as they come here.

"don't know……"

Colin didn't know it.

"Well, Grey should have told you something before letting you in. Patients with submerged abyssalism will fall into the indescribable real world, and most of them will not be able to withstand the mental shock and die."

"Those who can survive and obtain special abilities generally have a strong spiritual driving force in a certain aspect, which is called psychological suggestion."

"Everyone's source of power is different. Some people's driving force is to change their destiny, some are for power, and some are for belief."

"Sometimes there are special circumstances, some people may not necessarily have a strong spiritual drive, but they survived because of some extraordinary talent, which is also collectively called hint."

"Different hints cause different visions."

Speaking of this, Eugene raised a finger, and with a thought, her index finger turned into many irregular prismatic black squares, which could be suspended in the air without any support points, and then combined strangely to become Normal fingers.

"My suggestion is a magician. These psychological suggestions can be classified by Tarot cards, creativity, communication, and this is the vision produced by my suggestion."

"I heard that you are so powerful that you can actually become a source of infection and contaminate other people. I'm curious what kind of hint you are implying."

Eugene hoped that Ke Lin would not be too useless. Although he was just fishing for food and waiting to die every day, one day he would really fight with a knife and a gun. Without a strong partner, he would die very quickly.

"Tarot cards... I'm shocked, I've never studied that stuff before."

Ke Lin also raised a finger, drawing power from the different space to give an order, the flesh and blood on the index finger fell off quickly, leaving only the horrible tendons sticking to the sharp bones, like a bloodletting knife.

Eugene clicked his tongue and put down the steak he was eating, feeling a little unappetizing.

"As expected of a decadent uncle, do you imply that you are a demon? It seems that your spiritual driving force comes from the dark side of your heart. You are a prisoner of malice, bondage, submission, and desire. You are quite popular. I heard that those guys in SCT, many Human hints are also demons."

Eugene was a little disappointed, but it was also expected that the relatively rare "Justice" or "Reaper" were not so easy to see.

"But it doesn't matter. The strength of the vision is related to the depth of your dive. The closer you are to the real world and the truth, the stronger the vision will be. At the deepest point... maybe you will become something like a god. You What is your special ability?"

Eugene still held on to his last hope, that it would be better if Colin's ability could be stronger.

"I probably understand what the vision means, and where does the ability come from?"

Colin decided to ask the question once and for all.

"No one can explain this clearly. It is different from the spiritual driving force. It is a kind of mysterious and mysterious thing, such as will or essence. Even the researchers of the strategy game can't understand it, and they may even go crazy during the research process. , as long as it can be used, why bother so much.”

Eugene stared at Colin extremely curiously, it would be best if he could hug his thigh and survive the battle with SCT.

"What are your abilities?"

Colin didn't really want to say it, he thought it was better to keep this kind of thing a secret, and he didn't trust this punk girl.

"If you say it, I'll say it. We're partners. We want to go through life and death together, okay? Come on, I won't make any wrong ideas."

Eugene was playing with a little girl, even though she didn't look like a little girl at all.

"My ability is..." Colin pondered for a while, then lit a cigarette and smoked. While exhaling the smoke, he said, "I can manipulate time."

Eugene was stunned for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Uncle, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it, we haven't known each other for a long time, it's understandable."

"You pay the bill later,"

She didn't believe that infected people would have such perverted abilities. Manipulating time... could be said to be a means of God.

Colin guessed that Eugene wouldn't believe his own words, even if he didn't fully believe it, then everything was going back in time, or something else.

"Sir, the total is 1250 yuan."

The waiter leaned down slightly and said very politely.

"Hold."

Ke Lin took out his shriveled wallet. He didn't expect the consumption here to be so high. If he didn't think about the monthly salary of [-], he wouldn't pay the bill if he died. The credit card debt and loan were still waiting to be repaid by himself.

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Los Angeles metropolitan area, Husk slums, abandoned church.

The painted window of the Virgin Mary has a cracked face, distorted facial features, dirty light shining in, all the benches used for mass prayers are dilapidated, and the floor is full of syringes discarded by drug addicts.

Di Kuo sat on the communion table with his legs crossed, reading the newspaper, but usually he only read the jokes in the corner.

"Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid may need a tribute."

Di Yu looked at the newspaper and said suddenly.

The think tank person from SCT who was with Di Yu pushed his glasses, not knowing what kind of nerve Di Yu was going on again.

"Perhaps it is a good proposal. A strong organization must have a core program and a soul figure. If the soul figure is elevated to the level of a god, the cohesion of the organization's personnel can be strengthened, but the first thing to do is to make the testicular cancer mutual aid association Name changed."

The think tanks are extremely dissatisfied with Di Yu's assertive behavior. This kind of name has no deterrent effect at all. Even a low-level name like Demon God Legion is [-] times better than the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association.

"You're wrong, Ash." Di Yu closed the newspaper and said, "This is a just cause. Its definition is a non-profit organization that helps each other, and is committed to giving people all over the world a sense of justice."

The consultant in charge of the church real estate transaction had a transparent tape on his mouth, was bound by hemp rope with his hands behind his back, half kneeling on the ground, his face was full of horror, his eyes were closed tightly, he dared not look at Di Kuo, and he was blurry. sobbing.

"What are you going to do with this person?"

Ash raised his glasses and was extremely dissatisfied with Di Yu, a freak who worked with him.

"I hate this kind of people." Di Yu pampered the sales consultant's head and said, "When the world has excess capacity, in order to keep the necessary labor force, special means must be used to keep them working, so people like you Born, acting as a minion of the upper class, plundering the wealth of laborers at a faster rate, without creating any real value, you have accelerated the corruption of this world."

Suddenly, without any warning.

Di Yu became extremely insane, his face was distorted, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his eyes were about to burst, and his pupils like poisonous snakes could absorb people's desire to survive.

"Kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Di Kuo lifted the consultant's head, picked him up, roared frantically and even tore the vocal cords and spattered blood, spraying on the consultant's face.

And he was so scared that he peed his pants and began to cry, but his mouth was sealed with tape and he could only choke indistinctly.

"Haha, I pretended." Di Yu suddenly became amiable, with a warm face, as if nothing happened just now, he spread the newspaper and continued to read the news, "I am a civilized person, and I don't advocate violence."

And the consultants have passed out.

"Let's talk about the problem just now. The Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association needs an object of worship."

"I think it's a junkie with an everted sausage lip, a wide lip ring, giant ear studs, tongue studs, and a thick gold necklace, with a history of heavy drinking and smoking, a family history of chewing betel nuts, and getting dirty. Braids are injected with mineral oil all the year round to increase arm circumference. Body tattoos. Born in sub-Saharan. Lost both parents since childhood. Adopted by a single Asian adoptive mother. Suffered from school bullying. Smuggled to the east of the Mediterranean Sea. Retains refugee status. Suffers from war stress post-traumatic disorder, ADHD, deep depression. Severely obese and with a history of multiple transgenders currently living in slums who receive government relief funds who are anti-racism and pioneers of the international feminist movement who have one-eighth of Indian blood and believe in Catholicism who have multiple internal prostheses and external prostheses Scalded, freckled face, high cheekbones, squinting eyes, transvestite, gay black man, vegetarian, animal-friendly, environmentalist sex worker.”

After Di Kuo said all this without a pause, his lungs seemed to be squeezed dry, he gasped heavily, and was so tired that he broke out in some sweat.

Yaxiu let out a long breath and shot the head of the real estate consultant. It might be a relief to die unconsciously.

"Do whatever you want, just don't forget our purpose. I will quickly expand and annex the infected people around me. You need to expand SCT's influence throughout North America through public events."

After finishing speaking, Ashius walked out of the church without looking back.

"It's really disappointing. Although I am a cadre of the same level, I am the chief person in charge here. You should respect me." Di Kuo was a little upset, and continued to add: "Now I feel like my little toe hits the furniture. A sneeze won't come out at all while the barbs on the backs of the fingers are aching and there's half a peppercorn sticking to the back of the tongue and at the same time acid reflux and a fly whirling around the ear in this inexplicable When the ultimate despair burst out, I heard that the market value of the house I just bought plummeted, and the fund stocks I bought fell to the limit, and the next day was the working day after the vacation. At this moment, the ringing of the mobile phone was the nightclub clamoring for gifts that I least wanted to answer. Regular pedicure Disney is on the run with his girlfriend."

Di Kuo uttered a long list without stopping, his mouth was dry, and his whole body was a little paralyzed. He barely stopped when he leaned on the altar, panting hard.

Yaxiu clenched his fists tightly, his nails sank into his flesh and blood overflowed, he took a deep breath.

"Hold!"

Yaxiu let go of his fist and kicked the metal door of the church flying away. The door of four to five hundred catties flew out directly, raising a large cloud of dust.

Yaxiu paced out quickly, not wanting to spend even a second with Di Yu.

(End of this chapter)