Latent Syndrome

Chapter 393 392. The laughingstock

Di Wei finally found a way.

To crush all injustice and slavery.

Maybe it's just like what Rhodes said, if there is such a miracle, everyone can be saved and everyone can have a good death.

But except Di Wei.

After Di Wei stepped onto the balance, he finally found a way to completely crush and destroy himself.

Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer.

Self-destruction is the answer.

Within the language that people experience and travel through, in the possibilities of language games that extend to the extreme.

A voice declares that man has come to the end, that in reaching the pinnacle of all possible speech, man has not reached the center of himself as he wished, but has come to the edge of his own limitations.

In this area, the mind is drained and the hope of finding out the origins has completely faded.

The lies he used to fool people became the truth throughout the ending.

Confrontation is useless.

The best way is not to fight, as what you fight will only follow you longer, making it stronger.

Only by leaving everything behind can you move on.

No matter how great the work is, no matter how handed down from generation to generation, it is an immortal swan song.

They all expose people to complex explanation techniques, which have a shocking effect. The more abstract and complex the knowledge becomes, the greater the possibility of madness.

It makes no sense to explain reasoning, truth, or knowledge in the name of arguments for and against.

There are as many faces of inexhaustible madness as there are doctrines, personalities, ambitions, explanatory techniques, and inevitable hallucinations in the world.

Di Wei thinks he is the only person in the world who does not need to see a psychiatrist.

Maybe in his mind, he did it.

His madness was over.

Never waver again, never fear again.

Never again...

Crazy.

Only by leaving everything behind can we move on.

For him.

All ordinary things become omnipotent hints, the meaning hidden behind everything becomes suddenly clear, and everything becomes profound.

The old world of the past.

Already a deceased person.

The peaceful and quiet town ended its absurdity amid a burst of mourning and screams.

When Di Biao came to the center of the town, he saw the imbecile and deformed weirdo, who was repairing a window tremblingly.

Because of Luca's warning, he cannot hurt anyone. Only in this way can he suppress the screaming nightmares of countless nights and grasp the dream bubble that is always out of reach.

Modo had no choice but to pretend that everything that had just happened did not exist, those screams and shouts, the blood and death.

He was afraid, but still pretended that those things didn't exist.

I hope that this man in black robes, just like the bandit leader before him, will help him build this shrine to welcome his loved ones.

Surprisingly.

Even a dull man like him, under the guidance of those bandits, learned how to use mallets and nails to repair the dilapidated houses that were damaged by stray bullets or visions.

He just didn't look at Di Biao, and still lowered his head and continued the work at hand.

Think of it as a form of penance.

Hope in the power of atonement.

Although Di Wei had no hope of talking to him, his stupidity even made people doubt whether he could figure out some of the most basic logic.

But Di Wei was also infected by this stubbornness and strong spirit.

Maybe his stupidity is his strength.

It is precisely because of his inability to think that his soul is so tenacious.

"You're like."

"It's just like……"

"A beast that retains its instinct for labor."

Di Wei had to comment like this.

However, Modo didn't answer. He just hit the nails with a mallet, his strange and uncoordinated body shaking.

Di Wei had no doubts.

He had thought that he thought for those who could not think.

Fight for those who cannot fight.

Just like the strong must dominate the weak.

Smart people must also fool stupid people.

The reason why those idiots are not grateful is because they have been completely fooled and become the second type of jailer in this infinite prison.

But things have come to this point.

The truth is quite cruel, just like the air on the mountain top, it is too much for the weak.

Just the brutality of it.

Di Wei didn't know what kind of strong person it would take to accept it.

Accept this truth that is extremely cruel, so tragic that no pain can match it.

Maybe only myself.

because.

Others are not hell.

You are the one.

Di Zhu killed Modo mercilessly, piercing his head with a steel sharp beam, and using the power of hell to kill him completely.

Like using a dagger.

Removed by hand.

Wild beasts that grow up in this world and roam the streets.

He walked all the way without seeing anything, crossing the fields, unable to distinguish between summer and winter, like a waste, dirty, useless and ugly.

Removed by hand.

This has become a laughing stock.

Then he put on his hood and walked towards the final destination, Turin.

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The roar of truck engines and the loud noise of tires scraping against the rough ground filled his ears.

Hoshino Manatsu regained consciousness from his trance.

In her last memory, she only remembered that Opal was fighting with Arnold, but was defeated miserably, and that she was injected with some powerful anesthetic by Arnold. She didn’t even know how long she had been in coma, whether it was a day, a week, or a month.

Even though Hoshino Manatsu woke up, he still did not move rashly, did not open his eyes, pretended to be comatose, and listened to the voice. He was in the car and was being sent somewhere. Wait a moment and listen to the people who were watching him. They conversation.

But the next second.

All Hoshino Manatsu's plans came to nothing.

Because the matter was so important, the second in the SCT combat catalog and the highest corps commander was personally responsible for escorting these three people.

"you're awake?"

"Stop pretending."

"You have no secrets from me."

"You will be in safe hands until Colin arrives."

The legion commander was peeling an apple with a folding knife on the bumpy transport vehicle and spoke casually.

Hoshino Manatsu knew that there was no point in continuing to pretend. He sat up straight and glanced around. There was only the unconscious Eugene and this weird man with a linen hood. He was the only one monitoring the two of them. Maybe Have the opportunity.

"Uh-oh..."

"Don't be nervous, I feel your murderous intention."

"There's no need to make the atmosphere so awkward. I'm different from those desperadoes in the combat directory. I'm a pretty easy-going person."

"Very sociable."

“Girl’s, talk, you know.”

"I know I'm probably not some fucking girl, hehe."

"But you can pretend I am."

After the legion commander finished peeling the apple, he took a big bite roughly, as if he was really just chatting casually.