Latent Syndrome

Chapter 365 364. Embers

The two of them were hiking in the mountains in an extremely awkward manner, because they were attacked by a gang of thieves a few days ago, and Sean was worried that they would come to visit them again.

So we pursued for a long distance, far away from the main road. Now we have to return to the road, find a settlement along the way to organize ourselves, and also prepare some supplies.

Although the infected person can do without sleep or food at all, even if the body can withstand it, in the absence of real feelings and no physical dependence, the spirit will only be slowly withdrawn by itself, aggravating the symptoms.

Just like a token, it is an anchor dropped by a ship in the harbor. Once the anchor breaks, it will be swept aimlessly into the unknown deep sea.

"Plan?"

"No, it's over."

“For those guys, they weren’t even thinking about rebuilding, not even in the first place.”

"They are just high-quality, low-price, innocent terrorists. You think too highly of them."

“It’s like a bonfire, you can’t help but add something to make it burn brighter.”

"Those people just can't restrain their instinct of destruction."

"Everything burned to ashes."

"There's nothing left to burn."

The two returned to the asphalt road, which was full of cracks and potholes. If it could still be called a road, it was an important thoroughfare from a small city to other areas.

After seeing the news that day, people on the edge of the city were exhausted, but they caused traffic jams. On both sides of the road were jaw-dropping long lines of abandoned vehicle wreckage, and the line stretched to the end of sight.

These people didn't have time to hide. Although they were far away from the center of the explosion and would not be vaporized, they were burned to coke under the power of the heat wave.

Most of them opened the door and made a desperate struggle, but it was just the remains stuck together with the charred road, in the wreckage of a car.

Sean also saw a strange skeleton. Judging from the pelvic features, it was that of a woman. There was also a skeleton with a head that occupied most of the content in the empty abdominal cavity.

He speculated that this was a woman who would give birth soon and died on that day.

"Isn't there something left?"

"Otherwise, who are we?"

The pianist did not shy away from showing off his ugly and deformed image, without a headband, hat or mask, he didn't care at all.

"There are still warm embers."

"After all...SCT won."

"As they wished, this strange disease swallowed everything up."

"Although there are some errors, they may be eager to use this power to rule."

"In the end, they burned themselves by playing with fire. Their goal was indeed achieved."

"But there is nothing left to rule."

"Only what is left is not burned out, but one day it will be."

"No... it won't take long, the embers will burn out soon."

Sean tried to close the door of the abandoned vehicle that contained the remains of the mother. Due to the rotten hinges, he took off the entire door and had to throw it on the ground.

"You're feeling particularly sentimental today."

"Is it related to the nightmare you had?"

Previously, the pianist woke up when he saw Sean, which was extremely rare. To deal with terrorists, he must be a scary guy. As an agent of the first department, he must be a ruthless bastard to shoulder his important task.

When Sean came to kill him that day, the purge must have started a long time ago. He had already reached the target, so he was so leisurely.

But it's meaningless. It's not a bad thing to die early. Anyway, it's just the difference between dying under a nuclear attack and dying in the wasteland.

If the pianist had to choose, he would choose the former, because it was a more lively day and there was no psychological burden for everyone to go on the road together. Now he might die alone in a cold dungeon, or alone in a barren wasteland. Death suddenly.

There are worse ones.

boom!

The pianist fired a shot and blew out the head of a crawling blood beast. He used special ammunition, which had great results. Like the infected, these monsters were also afraid of this kind of bullet, and they burned violently after being shot in the head. The flames let out a sharp scream, then fell to the ground and twitched for a while, completely dead.

The worst outcome is to become this kind of monster.

in their minds.

What are you thinking about?

Sean realized that he couldn't stay here for long, and there were actually blood beasts coming out, which meant that the area might be their range of activities.

Although it was nothing with Sean's ace agent's strength, everything was changing, and he gradually discovered the habits of these monsters.

It seems that at the expense of reason and logic, they violently devour everything in the chaos. When these monsters are extremely hungry, they will even take off their own brains to enjoy.

"A nightmare...can't really be called one."

"It's just that infected people like me, who have a domain, are more closely connected to different spaces, and occasionally have strong intuition."

"But as intense as last night."

"This is also my first time encountering it."

"It may indeed be a nightmare. The Countermeasures Bureau has a special research institution called the Second Section. I visited the experts there and asked about some situations."

"Infected people are always easy to forget, because they will come into contact with things beyond dimensions, beyond understanding, and are automatically screened out under the spiritual protection mechanism or a powerful barrier."

"In fact, every infected person will feel their own destined death the moment they have the domain. This is true. No matter how you avoid it, it will always come."

"But after that, everyone will forget it, or replace that scene with something else, but in short, you can only know it at the moment of death."

"Fate is irreversible."

Sean deduced that he might have been exposed to something outside the dimension last night, and then was automatically screened out by Weili.

"That's what you mean."

"You already know how you died, but you won't come back to your senses until the moment you die."

"So everything has been revealed?"

The pianist found it very interesting. Although the infected were all guys who had half a foot in the coffin, he didn't expect this to be the case. It was really literal. He stepped into the coffin, lay down in it, and waited for the right time to put the coffin in. Cover.

"Yes."

"It's just that the memory of the destined death has been filtered out, or the memory has been replaced by other insignificant things, or it has been remembered as the way of death of others."

"But you will definitely feel it when you are about to die."

Sean said calmly, he and the pianist had not eaten for a long time, and even had to roast bugs. They had to have a good meal, otherwise the lack of reality and pure hunger would turn people into monsters.

"It's really scary."

"Fortunately, I only play a small role."

The pianist gloated a little.

"It's fine."

"It's the same for all infected people."

"Even without the field."

"Even if you don't know what the final outcome will be."

"Anyway, they will die miserably."