Latent Syndrome

Chapter 414 413. Mist

There is such a story.

Founder and king of Corinth because he deceived death into allowing a period of time without death.

This behavior offended the gods, and in order to punish him, they asked him to push a round boulder to the top of the mountain, because the boulder was too heavy.

Every time before reaching the top of the mountain, he would fall down again and all the previous efforts would be wasted.

So he kept repeating it, never ending.

Until his life was slowly exhausted in this futile and hopeless work.

Randy once gave Colin such a psychological hint. He did not believe that there were people who were not afraid of pain and death. Colin had a strange confidence from beginning to end, but Randy did not know the source.

Disguising himself as a buyer of a house, in the cramped apartment, Colin saved his last bullet and prepared for self-determination. At that time, he did not have the slightest fear of death.

I didn't even feel the slightest bit of tension, which was completely unreasonable.

For Colin, it had been nearly two years, but for Randy, it only happened in a moment.

"We have to hurry up."

“Everything is affected by the convergence of the return of all things.”

Colin looked at the blood collection needle on his body. At the same time, the dive depth detector inside the jacket exploded when it was placed on the Bali wood clothes hanger.

This convinced Colin that this was indeed not going back in time. The current self was the self after the battle with Hao, in a state of revolving door, that is, death.

It's just because Hao released his second stage of power, and he can hit a killing blow at will.

In this weird revolving door, facing the current self, no matter whether it is special ammunition or bullets, it can't kill the current self.

It's just that All Things Guihuan used their hands to forcefully kill itself, just like a haze, an irreversible, cause-and-effect thing.

In the library of this lakeside cabin, there are several agents from Section 11 who were tortured to death by Randy. Although the sophisticated Randy sprayed some scented freshener, there is still a relatively strong smell in the air. Fishy smell.

"Can you read minds..."

"No."

"I can't smell anything anymore."

In an instant, Randy lost all interest, because this man was already dead, like a stone, making it impossible to generate any interest.

"That's true."

"You're always just a second-rate character."

"Playing your tricks."

Because after the infected person breaks through the shackles of 2, they can more or less perceive the emotions of others due to analogy.

Colin originally thought that Randy would be a little different, because his talent did not come from paralysis, or even from visions, abilities, or abyssal syndrome.

Long before the outbreak of Latent Syndrome, the cases he had committed had that kind of situation.

Colin was disappointed. Sure enough, no one can understand death because no one has ever truly died.

Randy seemed to have some frustration. He sat on the chair with his elbows on his knees, seeming to be deep in thought.

"May I take the liberty of asking."

"What year are you from?"

Randy suddenly asked a question that was unreasonable and unfathomable.

"Will this help you with your fancy tricks?"

Colin could feel that Gray would arrive here soon. It would take about an hour or so. He couldn't remember exactly how long it took. By then, he would be affected by the restraint.

He might really die, and this would be his last death experience.

But suddenly I felt a bit relieved, because what I was dealing with was some ridiculous things. People can't defeat the so-called people behind SCT and other abstract objects, just like bullets can't kill thoughts.

"No, it has nothing to do with those compliments."

"Just pure logic, Agent Colin."

"Man is more or less aware of the future, but he is never able to perceive the past that does not yet exist."

"No matter how thorough the research on history is, it is just like a false phantom, always lingering in the fog that cannot be resolved, and the reality that cannot be reached."

"The content in that fog is completely unknown..."

"Before that person was born, he did not exist. He was a completely unknown and terrifying darkness. It was no different from death."

"It's the same thing when the person dies. He disappears, as if he never came."

"This misty chaos, this mist, is death."

"It's different every time, Agent Colin. As long as something is alive, I will definitely be able to sense his mood. Sometimes, because of their transcendent mind, I can only feel peace."

"But you are different. You don't even have the smell of peace anymore, you are just a mist of death."

"It's like being outside all existing time and space, not belonging here or anywhere."

Because such a thing was too disappointing, Randy covered the heads of several other corpses in the room with black cloth. Suddenly, he was no longer interested in all such pastimes, and just sat there a little depressed. on the chair.

He had seen that fog once upon a time. When exactly was it, he recalled.

Colin Wuyan, it is indeed like that. At the connecting point where all things return, beyond numbers and existence, Randy here is just some kind of chaotic projection.

Randy said it does make sense. If a person was born in 2000, then the feeling of death would be the same as that of him before 1999, or even earlier. His feeling at that time would be the feeling of death.

There was a moment of silence.

About ten minutes passed.

Randy, who had been meditating on the chair for a long time, suddenly said.

"I thought of..."

With trembling fingers, Randy slowly put on his signature blood-red round sunglasses.

Colin was speechless. To be honest, he was still completely killed by this freak in the end. It was really boring.

It was as if everything he had experienced in the past two years was in vain.

"That's the way I do it."

"The most painful way to reach death is that pain is just a seasoning for the senses, and the essence comes from... the tearing of existence."

"Bringing people... back to that fog."

"That obsessive fog."

"Gradually, I realized that I was a mortal and could not perform miracles."

"I can only spend the rest of my life in mediocrity and find some entertainment to pass the time."

"Thank you, Colin."

"You gave me the chance to perform a miracle."

"I finally found it."

"There is something greater than death, greater than pain, greater than these mortal things. I have finally found...the most outstanding way to transcend this world."

"I once felt the fog in the asylum in Alaska, those dry weirdos with dilated pupils and fallen hair."

"In that prison, I never got the result. Those weirdos are undoubtedly the worst material, and they are not interesting at all, just like you now."

"You can't kill someone who's already dead."

"It's like...can't kill eternity."

"Kill this...infinite past and infinite future beyond existence."

"Now, I finally found a way."

"Agent Colin."

"Now, I'm going to impose..."

"miracle."

Randy squeezed his violently spasming left hand with his right hand, trying to calm it down. His blood-red round sunglasses glowed like purgatory.

"I really thank you."

Colin didn't know what to say.