Latent Syndrome

Chapter 526 525. Memories of a Madman

Anonymous suddenly woke up.

Once again, you are in a strange world.

Everything in the Deep World is a purely spiritual world composed of complex concepts. As people's emotions change, faces often become extremely distorted and terrifying. Not only people, but everything has no fixed form.

But here it is different, every detail is exquisite, whether it is color, time and space, or gravity, they are all arranged in a regular manner.

Perhaps because of an experience, when Nameless opened his eyes this time, he did not feel strange. He had gained extremely strange power in the eternal reincarnation, and could reach his memories through the remaining obsessions of others.

The patter of rain could be heard from the open windows of the simple tin shack, the sky was extremely hazy, and he was holding something in his hand.

Anonymous shook his head, and when he woke up completely, he found that he had actually strangled a woman to death on the bed, strangling her throat with both hands.

After being released, there were circular purple-green marks on the neck of the female corpse.

Only then did Anonymous realize that this woman must be a sex worker.

He pressed the female corpse's chin very skillfully and opened the mouth. The two rows of teeth were stained with light yellow residues of moraceae plants. Even the good-looking facial features were ruined by the bad teeth and abnormally pale skin. Now, you can see that there are still many needle holes on her thighs and neck. She is already a veteran who has opened a skylight.

Anonymous was a little speechless. He didn't know what happened, but the tattooed man actually killed this young lady.

Could it be that there was a problem with the communication regarding the prostitution, or that he committed a passionate murder after getting high, or that he was playing the ultra-dangerous stimulation and suffocation PLAY, and ended up screwing up.

In short, the person is dead.

There was no need to worry too much. Anonymous hurriedly found the clothes belonging to the tattooed man in the room. After searching for a long time, he found that this guy was actually a motorcycle gang before his death, and he was even more fanatical than most motorcycle gangs in the wasteland. The leather bomber jacket also has a skull logo on the back, and there are also many riveted leather boots.

Anonymous put on his clothes and got out of bed, ready to go to the bathroom to take a look. The scene on the ground made him a little stupid. There were rubber products used after the battle everywhere.

This tattooed man looked like he was completely fucked. He fucked him like crazy here for several days and nights, and even killed him directly.

So fucked.

Only then did Anonymous realize that he was an extremely civilized person. Compared to the tattooed man's situation during his lifetime, he could only be considered a good citizen.

Even compared to Randy, the previous murderer who was dominated by fanatical thoughts, Randy is still a good man.

Anonymous put on his shoes and went to the half-length mirror on the bathroom cabinet.

What surprised him was that the last time this person entered Randy's memory was even younger, which even made Anonymous wonder if he was more than twenty-two years old. If it weren't for his tall stature and ferocious eyes, he might even be almost twenty years old. Get ahead.

Anonymous checked to see if there was anything like a driver's license on his body. Unsurprisingly, he found it. The answer displayed above was in line with Anonymous's judgment. He was still a few months away from turning twenty-two.

It’s really awesome and awesome fucking nitroglycerin, it’s so fucking awesome that it explodes.

How many people at this age are still reciting the entire text? This guy has avoided detours for billions of years, and he is at the average level of the deep world.

God is so fucking charitable and helps the poor and those in need, he is a scumbag.

Anonymous looked at himself in the half-length mirror and subconsciously touched his neck. Hey, why don't he have that fancy tattoo? Maybe he hasn't unlocked any achievements yet.

At this time, a phone call came in. Anonymous groped all over his body, and finally found it in the inner pocket of his leather jacket. He took out his mobile phone, only to find that this thing was quite old, and it still had a damn pixel bitmap screen. It could only be used to make calls. Texting, and extremely simple Snake and Block games.

The caller ID said Francisco.

Anonymous answered the phone without hesitation, but remained silent, waiting for the other party to speak first. After all, he didn't even know the tattooed man's real name.

"It's really strange."

"You actually know how to answer the phone."

"Although you are still able to live outside for more than three years, it still surprises me."

"It's time to come back. I know the good things you did outside."

"No matter how long it takes, it will never become a climate."

"Now you come back with Maggie, and I will forget the past."

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely condescending.

Anonymous was a little confused. He understood. It turned out that the tattooed man was a rebellious teenager, but he was too rebellious. The person calling might be his father or something like that.

The problem is that I don't know the next development of the plot. If I make the wrong choice, the world of memories will soon collapse.

Since he is a rebellious teenager, he should make a wild choice.

"I don't understand, it's none of my business."

Anonymous hung up the phone directly. As expected, the world he recalled was extremely stable, with no signs of losing control.

Bang bang bang...

At this time, there was an angry knock on the door.

"Johnny."

"I know you're in there."

"It's already started."

Someone was knocking frantically on the door outside.

Johnny?

The nameless person was shocked. Is this the tattooed man's name? It's nothing special.

He opened the door without any scruples, and what he saw were groups of gang members. Different from the chattering guys wearing gold chains and turbans, they were real desperadoes.

Desperados also need to work, otherwise how will they make ends meet?

It's just that the nature of the work of desperadoes is very different from that of ordinary people. They all only play short-term and fast.

One of the people carrying a travel package opened the package and found that it was all filled with firearms. Although there were no long-barreled ones, submachine guns and shotguns were enough for these gang members who were not skilled enough.

As for the pistol, I have to carry it with me when I eat.

"Damn it."

"You tortured someone to death again, right?"

"I told you not to be so generous. These poisonous dogs have no tolerance. They are like goldfish. If you give them a little more, their drug resistance will be very strong. If they are injected with a large dose, they will die directly. "

A man looked at the female corpse in the room and was a little surprised. It was not because Johnny was a pervert who liked to play with and then kill them, but because he was too generous. Since he was selling this, he had a lot of stock and was very generous. Giving alms to others caused these guys to suck themselves to death.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. You seem to be in a dazed state."

"I'm afraid you forgot about going to rob a jewelry store today, right?"

The man continued to add.

At this time, Anonymous felt that the world of memories was a little unstable, and it seemed that he had to participate in a catastrophe with these guys.