Latent Syndrome

Chapter 224 223. Thousand Colors of Chaos

the next day.

Liberty City Manhattan.

Although the morning light has risen, it has not yet broken under the cover of thick clouds.

In an inconspicuous hotel, Colin stood by the window dully, not because he got up early, but because he stayed up all night.

He just came back not long ago.

On the coffee table on the viewing balcony, something ugly rolled. It was a tumor between black and red, less than the size of a palm. It was the incarnation of Opal.

It is obviously just an irregular wriggling mass of flesh, but it also has mesh-like compound eyes like a fly, capturing light and sound waves, and a horrifyingly anthropomorphic lip. Just like every normal human being, there are two rows of neat teeth in the mouth. , but like Opal himself, it is full of yellowing and dryness.

Before Colin left, Opal took off one of his own eyes and gave it to Colin.

SCT and the Countermeasures Bureau have special means to hunt down people like him, so they have to let this thing act on his behalf.

The sarcoma shares all sense organs with Opal herself and can convey some information, but usually with some delay.

Opal is not an infected person, but became a monster after a close encounter with an ominous thing during the South Pacific Incident. He may have broken through the shackles of 3 and exists in another form, and his body is just Dead flesh manipulated through countless far-flung locations.

"You have to find someone."

"People we trust will transport supplies to us on a regular basis."

"We're going to be in this shelter for quite some time."

The mouth on the sarcoma twists and collapses and heals quickly, and has a strong camouflage ability. Like a chameleon, it will acquire the color and texture of any substance it sticks on.

Pim has been wanted by the Countermeasures Bureau, and is believed by all the department members to be secretly liaising with the SCT, let alone Opal. The two of them are in a situation like trapped animals.

All hopes were pinned on Colin.

Colin was only thinking about how to bring his wife out of Section 2 without arousing their suspicion. Now there was no question about his identity. He was still an agent of Section 1, so he had to make a careful plan.

If it is true as Opal said, then what is the Countermeasure Bureau's attitude towards itself? No, this has nothing to do with the Countermeasures Bureau. Most of them are at a loss. They only know that they have to deal with SCT and are willing to pay any price for it.

It's just that the so-called high command has some problems.

He glanced at the sarcoma on the side table. Even with the evil eye field, he couldn't figure out what it was and couldn't get any information. It was like it was not something in this dimension, but a projection from a higher level.

Someone you can trust?

Colin thought of one person after another, and found that the most suitable candidate turned out to be Eugene.

But she must not do that. She has suffered too much damage. The behavior of those crazy people, the suicide hijacking, the crashed wreckage of the plane killed a child, and the former dean who was kind to her also died of excessive grief.

She couldn't face this anymore.

What about the rest?

Heller? Colin immediately denied it. Although he protected the relatives of many agents from being threatened in the final stage of the Los Angeles incident, he was fundamentally a person without a position and only cared about benefits.

Only now did Colin realize that there was no one he could trust around him, so he had to call Violet. However, she was also busy with something and was not in the service area.

It wasn't until he rummaged through his address book that he found the last person, but he was a little unsure.

"Aren't you the one who knows the truth?"

"There was a time when the Third Military Department and SCT had a large-scale showdown, which ended with the intervention of a third party."

"What is the origin of that so-called third party force?"

Colin asked about sarcoma.

The deformed monster's lips and mouth were too real, like real human beings, but growing on such a puddle of objects, there was a strong sense of fragmentation and ominousness.

"No one knows everything."

"Then I'm not just here messing with you."

"The Countermeasures Bureau told you that the reason why they hunt for people like us is because of the things we carry on our bodies and the wisdom of interpreting such things."

"You have already guessed it, that is the original transcript."

"In the past few years, the only thing we have done is to look around for the remaining pages of this thing and try to put them all together."

"You already know the power of the fragmentary pages. If it is the complete book, it is said that if you put it together, you can visualize the chaos of all colors, transcend all great powers, and even reverse the years and reverse the ending."

Sarcoma's voice is a bit hoarse, perhaps due to the lack of lungs. It is a weird way of vocalizing, as sharp and cunning as the dark creatures in all fantasy works.

"Ten thousand colors of chaos?"

Colin was puzzled.

"It's a man-made concept. There is no such thing."

"Humans can only feel the colors mixed with the three primary colors, and lack better sensory organs."

"You have that kind of realm, the realm of high-dimensional senses, so you should understand."

"Ten Thousand Colors is a general and vague concept, in which the content of countless colors spans time and space, cause and effect, the universe, reality, ideas, and existence."

"Above all great powers, even... Hidden Abyss Disease, and the great power behind them."

"It is the true ultimate, the end. There is nothing greater and more powerful than this, in a strict sense."

"The supreme thing."

Sarcoma has a shrill voice, and every witness to the events in the South Pacific is eager to complete the book.

"I understand that even though it is so unique, it was still written by humans."

"Who is it...?"

Colin is obsessed with the truth.

"I only know that he is a warlock, a warlock so powerful that even gods are regarded as nothing."

"A fragment of a page owned by other scholars bears his signature."

"But the writing was erased."

"It's a name that starts with C."

The sticky sarcoma slid to the ground in a liquid flow, climbed up Colin's boots, and reached his black double-breasted coat. It turned into the same color material and camouflaged it. When it didn't open its mouth, the compound eyes and Yin Zi's lips are just like ornaments for aesthetic curiosity.

Colin was speechless, but he didn't have time to delve into these too convoluted things.

"Do you have any clues about that third-party force?"

If Opal really had no clues, then Colin would have no choice but to pay someone to find him.

"Um……"

"You killed Johnny, didn't you? His sister tried to kill you too."

"Actually, many of the broken pages in the hands of people like me were stolen from the forces behind them."

"That organization knows the truth and is doing its best to delay this."

"It is an organization with a long heritage, and it is also the place with the most warlocks in the world."

"Most of the researchers in SCT, as well as many scholars in the second department, came from there because of different ideas."

"This organization has no name, as far as I'm concerned."

"I like to call them fraud syndicates."