Latent Syndrome

Chapter 426 425. Old Site

Staten Island site.

Underground shelter.

Because it is one of the branches of the Second Division, there is also a small shelter in this sanatorium that can accommodate dozens of people.

The cold and gloomy atrium is not very spacious. Due to the quality of the underground soil, there are beams in the room to bear the pressure above.

The electric poles flickered on and off, and all the information on the file table was extremely messy and had been abandoned for a long time.

The white researcher uniform Irina was wearing had some black ash in it. She was sitting in a chair and coughing. She could feel that the abnormal pollution had invaded her internal organs.

After a violent cough, Irina coughed up a pool of black blood and sprayed it on the table. Then she felt better. She picked up an abandoned case file and wiped it clean. She didn't have any extra thought to throw the paper into the trash can and just rubbed it. They formed a ball and sat in a chair, lost in thought.

She has also contracted this strange disease, and I am afraid there are no ordinary people in the world today.

There are not many people in this underground shelter. Not many people were evacuated on the Day of Destruction. Many people have died in the past year or so, and now there are only a few people left.

She probably didn't have much time left, so she had always thought that the Countermeasures Bureau would assign rescuers to collect survivors and place them in a military-grade bunker.

It seems impossible now. Either they have completely collapsed and have no time to care, or those people have given up and are waiting for the final moment to come.

At Colin's request, she has been taking care of Ingrid. Even if it wasn't Colin, she would try her best to treat everyone who was still alive.

Over so many days, Irina also personally executed many of her patients. With the consent of those infected, they were more unwilling to turn into such ugly monsters than to die.

Irina looked at the small submachine gun on the table. It was filled with special ammunition. This thing... was effective for her now.

Just when she was in trance.

The surveillance system sent a warning that there was movement on the ground.

The power supply system here completely relies on the reserved fuel, and the monitoring is not a camera screen, which cannot provide such a large consumption. It is just a thermal detector installed externally.

This is not the first time Irina has encountered this situation. There have been many infected bandits in the past. Although they have stopped in recent months, in the first period, those survivors always tried their best to collect supplies. No place is spared.

There were quite a lot of people in the shelter at that time, and the reserves of special ammunition were completely sufficient, so they were not afraid of these bandits at all.

But it's hard to say now.

Irina instead thinks that the situation in the past was better. The increasingly deserted situation means that there are fewer and fewer people active in the wasteland. In this situation, it can be concluded that if not all the survivors It has begun to curl up and wait for death, or... it is almost dead.

She just hopes that the Countermeasures Bureau's so-called Fire Plan is effective, and it is indeed on the verge of extinction.

Irina wiped the blood from her mouth with her sleeve, picked up the submachine gun on the table, and was about to go outside to see the situation.

But Colin did not need to go through the gate to enter. When Irina stood up, Colin had already appeared in front of her.

"Oh it's you."

Irina breathed a sigh of relief and sat slumped on the chair again. She was already very weak and needed a rest.

"How's it going? Is there any progress?"

Irina asked. In order to prevent the abyss syndrome from getting worse, Colin has been cleaning out the infected people outside to buy Ingrid time.

Colin looked at the purple crystals that had spread onto Irina's neck. When he left, she couldn't hold on anymore.

"Soon it will all be over."

"I have found the last base of the Countermeasures Bureau, and there is nothing they can do."

"Fortunately, I have some good fortune."

"Now we also know where the SCT's home base is."

"only……"

Colin didn't know what to say. He knew that Irina had always had high hopes for the Countermeasures Bureau, and he firmly believed that one day this strange disease would be completely eradicated.

However, there is no hope after all. Even if this red-green line has infinite power and even has things that it does not understand, can it control everything from the source?

Irina saw Colin's thoughts. If he really had a way to solve it, he would not come back here.

"Then you're here to spend your last days."

"still……"

Irina did not say the next words, she knew that Colin would never do nothing.

“Always give it a try.”

"Does sleep therapy really work?"

Colin asked.

He has learned that it is not the symbolic world that is resisting the Hidden Abyss Syndrome, it is all hazy.

"Of course it works."

"Painful consciousness is the focus of latent abyss disease. People without memory deteriorate much more slowly than other people."

"Of course it's also due to you."

"You must..."

Irina knew that Colin must have eliminated countless infected people during this period, and he was completely different from when she saw him in the base of Section 11. He was eroded by the abnormal phenomenon pollution and had a terrifying look on his body. The man's hemorrhagic ringworm, covered with extremely cold frost, has spread over half of his face, the terrifying scars and the gray hair of a man with waning temples, who have long been extremely exhausted.

Colin Wuyan said that eliminating those infected was actually sharing the pressure for Hao. The more infected people there were, the stronger the abyss would be and the weaker Hao would be.

There is no point in doing this now, Hazya's time is running out, and when he falls, it will be the real day of destruction.

If it weren't for Di Wei, maybe Lun could hold on for a while longer, but everything would never start over again.

"Ingrid is in there."

"Do you want to see her?"

Irina knew Colin's main purpose.

Colin's hesitation was noticed.

"it does not matter."

"Now she doesn't know who you are."

"She also doesn't have a strong desire to find herself again."

"This will not affect hibernation therapy."

Irina said calmly.

But Colin still didn't go in, as if he was afraid of something. He also found a chair and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees, as if he was extremely tired.

After a while, as if he had been depressed for a long time, he finally said it.

"Actually."

"I don't love her at all."

"It's all over a long time ago."

"Just balance."

Colin couldn't find a more appropriate adjective, so he had to use the word balance.

Love is laborious and costly, and it is not unlimited. It exists in a certain amount, and everything has been consumed long before the marriage is broken.

Just like being swallowed by the abyss, it is impossible to return to the original state.

Even if Ingrid is an infected person, even though she is so, it still cannot erase all her crazy actions.

She was a madman, she ruined everything, all her unreasonable and crazy behavior ended the relationship.

"From beginning to end..."

"I didn't do anything for her."

"only……"

"I feel that these things have...the power of atonement."

"Just to make myself worth living and pay for my sins."

"Just like they said."

As described by all the madmen Colin has ever encountered.

"I'm a hypocrite."

"Irina."