Latent Syndrome

Chapter 9 9. Vision

Los Angeles, Montgomery District, barbecue restaurant in a large shopping mall.

"You are truly a saint who does not smoke or drink."

Eugene couldn't help but sigh, it's rare to see someone who smokes so fiercely. Normal people have already been poisoned by nicotine. His lungs cannot be described as pitch black, they are simply like tar factories.

Colin put out the cigarette butt and drank the beer in the glass in one gulp, not wanting to deal with the eccentric Eugene. This girl was particularly fond of sarcasm.

"Uncle, what kind of hint is your vision?"

Eugene began to wonder about the abilities of Colin, a typical decadent uncle.

"I... I'm just a few years older than you, okay, Vision? What is that thing?"

He remembered the big guy saying the same thing that night.

"Isn't it? Chun Chun Meng Xin, you don't understand at all."

Eugene's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He thought about how the other infected combinations in Section 11 were quite powerful.

"don't know……"

Colin didn't know what was going on.

"Well, Gray should have told you something before letting you in. Patients with latent abyss syndrome will fall into the indescribable real world, and most of them will not be able to withstand the mental impact and die."

"Those who can survive and acquire special abilities generally have a strong spiritual drive in some aspect, which is called psychological suggestion."

"Everyone has different sources of power. Some people are driven by the desire to change their destiny, some by power, and some by faith."

"Sometimes there are special circumstances. Some people may not necessarily have strong mental drive, but they survive because of some extraordinary talent. This is also called a hint."

"Different hints create different visions."

Having said this, Eugene raised a finger. As soon as she had an idea, her index finger turned into many irregular prismatic black squares. They could float in the air without any support points, and then they were strangely combined together to form Normal fingers.

"My suggestions are a magician. These psychological suggestions can be classified using Tarot cards, creativity, and communication. This is the vision produced by my suggestions."

"I heard that you are very powerful and can actually become a source of infection and contaminate other people. I am very curious about what your hint is."

Eugene hoped that Colin would not be too useless. Although he was just waiting to die every day, but one day he would have to fight for real. Without a strong partner, he would die very quickly.

"Tarot cards... I'm shocked, I've never studied that stuff before."

Colin also raised a finger and summoned power from another space to issue a command. The flesh and blood on his index finger fell off quickly, leaving only the terrifying tendons stuck to the sharp bones, like a bloodletting knife.

Eugene clicked his tongue and put down the steak he was eating, feeling a little unappetized.

"As expected of a decadent uncle, does it imply that you are a demon? It seems that your spiritual driving force comes from the dark side of your heart. You are a prisoner of malice, restraint, submission, and desire. You are quite popular. I heard that many of those guys in SCT Human suggestions are also demonic.”

Eugene was a little disappointed, but it was expected. The rarer "Justice" or "Death" were not so easy to see.

"But it doesn't matter. The intensity of the vision is related to the depth of your dive. The closer the connection is with the real world and the truth, the more powerful the vision will be. At the deepest level... it may become something like God. You What is his special ability?"

Eugene still has the last glimmer of hope. It would be best if Colin's ability could be stronger.

"I roughly understand what the vision means, and where does the power come from?"

Colin decided to ask questions once and for all.

"No one can explain this clearly. It is different from spiritual driving force. It is a mysterious and mysterious thing, such as will or essence. Even the researchers from the Countermeasures Bureau cannot understand it, and they may even go crazy during the research process. , as long as it works, why bother with so much."

Eugene stared at Colin with great curiosity. It would be best if he could hug him and endure the battle with the SCT.

"What are your abilities?"

Colin didn't really want to say it. He thought it was better to keep this kind of thing a secret. He didn't trust this punk girl.

"I'll tell you what you said. We are partners and we want to go through life and death together, okay? Just tell me, I won't make any crooked ideas."

Eugene made the little girl lose her temper, even though her dress and behavior were completely incompatible with a little girl.

"My ability is..." Colin pondered for a while, lit a cigarette and started smoking. While blowing out the smoke, he said: "I can manipulate time."

Eugene was stunned for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Uncle, forget it if you don't want to say it. We've only known each other for less than half a day, so it's understandable."

"You'll pay for it later,"

She simply didn't believe that the infected had such perverted abilities. Manipulating time... could be said to be a god's method.

Colin guessed that Eugene would not believe his words, and even he did not fully believe that everything was time regressing or something else.

"Sir, the total is 1,250 yuan."

The waiter leaned down slightly and said extremely politely.

"Hold."

Colin took out his shriveled wallet. He didn't expect that the consumption here was so high. If he hadn't thought about having a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan, he wouldn't have paid the bill even to death. He still had to pay off his credit card debt and loans.

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Los Angeles metropolitan area, Shusk slums, abandoned churches.

The face of the stained window painting of the Virgin Mary is cracked, and the dissolved features appear a bit distorted. Dirty light shines in. All the benches used for mass prayer are dilapidated, and the ground is littered with syringes discarded by drug addicts.

Di Wei sat on the communion table with his legs crossed, reading the newspaper, but he usually only read the jokes in the corner.

"The Testicular Cancer Support Association may need an offering."

Di Wei looked at the newspaper and said suddenly.

The think tank figure who came from SCT together with Di Biao pushed up his glasses and wondered what Di Biao was having.

"Perhaps it is a good proposal. A strong organization must have a core program and a soul figure. If the soul figure is elevated to the level of a god, it will strengthen the cohesion of its organizational staff. But the first thing to do is to transform the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association into a Change the name.”

The think tank was extremely dissatisfied with Di Biao's act of making claims. This kind of name has no deterrent effect at all. Even a name as low-level as Demon God Legion is ten thousand times better than the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association.

"You are wrong, Ash." Di Wei closed the newspaper and said, "This is a just cause. Its definition is a mutually beneficial public welfare organization that is committed to making people all over the world have a sense of belonging."

The consultant in charge of the church's real estate transaction had transparent tape on his mouth, his hands were tied with hemp rope and his hands were behind his back. He was half-kneeling on the ground. His face was full of panic. He closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to look at Di Biao. He let out a vague sound. of sobs.

"What are you going to do with this person?"

Ash raised his glasses, extremely dissatisfied with Di Biao, the weirdo who worked with him.

"I hate this kind of people." Di Wei stroked the sales consultant's head dotingly and said: "When the world has overcapacity, in order to retain the necessary labor force, special means must be used to keep them working, so people like you You were born, acting as a pawn of the upper class, plundering the wealth of workers at a faster pace, without creating any real value, and you accelerated the corruption of this world."

Suddenly, without any warning.

Di Wei became extremely crazy, his face was distorted, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his eyes were about to burst, and his venomous snake-like pupils could absorb people's desire to survive.

"Kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Di Zhu picked up the consultant by his head and roared wildly, even tearing his vocal cords and splattering blood on the consultant's face.

He was so frightened that he peed his pants and began to cry loudly, but his mouth was sealed with tape and he could only let out inarticulate choked sobs.

"Haha, I'm just pretending." Di Wei suddenly became cheerful and warm, as if nothing happened just now. He opened the newspaper and continued to read the news, "I am a civilized person and do not advocate violence."

The consultants had fainted.

"Let's talk about the problem just now. The Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association needs a person to worship."

"I think it should be an addict with an everted sausage lip, a wide lip ring, giant earrings, a tongue stud, and a thick gold necklace. He has a history of severe alcoholism, a smoking history, a family history, chews betel nut, and has a dirty look. Braided and injected with mineral oil all year round to increase arm circumference, tattoos all over the body. Born in the South of the Sahara. Lost both parents at an early age. Adopted by a single Asian adoptive mother. Suffered from school bullying and smuggled to the east of the Mediterranean. Retains refugee status. Suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder of war, ADHD and deep depression. A person who is severely obese and has a history of multiple gender reassignments and currently lives in a slum. He is receiving government relief. He is a pioneer in anti-racial discrimination and the international feminist movement. He is one-eighth Indian descent and believes in Catholicism. He has multiple internal and external prostheses. Scald-scarred, freckled face, high cheekbones, squinty eyes, transvestite, gay black male, vegetarian, animal-friendly and environmentalist sex worker.”

After Di Wei finished speaking all this without a pause, his lungs felt like they had been squeezed dry. He was panting heavily and was so tired that he sweated a little.

Ash took a long breath and shot the real estate consultant's head. Death unconsciously might be a relief.

"You can do whatever you want, just don't forget our purpose. I will quickly expand and annex the surrounding infected people. You have to expand SCT's influence throughout North America through public events."

After that, Ash walked out of the church without looking back.

"It's really disappointing. Although I am a cadre of the same level, I am the general person in charge here. You should respect me more." Di Wei was a little unhappy and continued to add: "Now I feel like my little toe hits the furniture and I feel I can't sneeze no matter how hard I try. At the same time, the barbs on the back of my fingers feel a dull pain and half a peppercorn sticks to the back of my tongue. At the same time, I have acid reflux and a fly spinning around my ear. It's this kind of indescribable feeling. When the ultimate despair broke out, I heard that the market value of the house I just bought plummeted and the fund stocks I purchased fell to the limit. The next day was the end of my vacation. At this moment, my cell phone rang and the person I least wanted to deal with was the nightclub who was clamoring for gifts. Frequent pedicure technician Disney has a girlfriend on the run.”

Di Wei spoke a long list without stopping, his mouth was dry, and his whole body was a little paralyzed. He barely stood up while holding on to the communion table, panting hard.

Ash clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh and bleeding. He took a deep breath.

"Hold!"

Ash released his fist and kicked the metal church door away. The four to five hundred kilogram door flew directly out, raising a large cloud of dust.

Ya Xiu walked out quickly, not wanting to spend even a second with Di Zhu anymore.