latent syndrome.

Chapter 150 149. Coordinates
An isolated place far outside of North America.

The permafrost that never melted all day long, the wind and snow passing through the forest of withered white fir trees, and the bitter whistling penetrated into her ears, making her already faintly chilly body begin to lose temperature.

"Huh, finally found the coordinates."

Hoshino Matsuki let out a long breath, and couldn't help rubbing her arms while wearing a snow suit. If it wasn't for her physical strength, she wouldn't be able to hold on to such a ghostly place.

After countless boat trips and long journeys in desolate places, Hoshino Matsuya finally returned to the coordinates.

The location of the coordinates is random, and the location of the random stronghold is also random, but just this time, in such a ghostly place of ice and snow.

For a moment, she was a little apprehensive, she didn't collect any useful information, and she wasted a bottle of incomparably precious cerebrospinal fluid, maybe she shouldn't come back.

Hoshino Matsuya didn't know what she was going to face later, but she still bite the bullet and slowly turned down the mountain, and came to an extremely empty tundra with only goose feathers and heavy snow flying.

The icy and snowy field is a barren land, but when you get close to it, after clearing the misty fog and snow, a huge building that does not belong to the architectural style of the current generation stands out of thin air.

It was an incomparably neat triangular octahedron. In terms of shape, it looked like the bottoms of two pyramids joined together, and one of the sharp corners sank deep into the ground.

Each face is triangular, the whole body is pitch black, and the exterior texture is extremely simple, with scratches eroded by endless years. Such a huge building does not even have a single window.

Just the exposed part is several hundred meters high, making Hoshino Manatsu look extremely small. Its majestic body stands there, and its dangerous level can even wipe out people's curiosity, making people dare not approach it at all.

She hesitated for a while, but still walked forward firmly. Presumably, the worst thing would be death, or being exiled to an unknown area.

An hour later.

In a small space inside the building, candles are placed on the ancient iron lamp holders on the wall, which is also the only lighting tool here, resulting in extremely dim light.

There are murals on the surrounding walls, which are stone carvings carved by chisels. They are not fairy tales, nor are they any birds or beasts, or even human beings.

It's just some complicated and rough celestial bodies and astrology, as well as various obscure abstract symbols.

Matsushita Hoshino was sitting upright, and reported what he had seen and heard, everything he knew about the Bureau and SCT, and other information.

The person standing in the depths of the shadows was already covered in a pitch-black hooded robe, and he couldn't see his face clearly under such weak light. He could only see the squirming blood vessels in his chin. Maybe they weren't blood vessels, but It's a kind of nematode that reproduces inside.

"Remember, all we can do is observe, not change."

The voice of the man in the burqa was very strange, with a kind of gurgling sound, which seemed to be due to a lung tumor or other reasons.

"But hasn't it changed from the first moment of intervention? Maybe just my presence can cause huge changes, such as disturbing an important person, causing him to make other judgments in the future."

Hoshino Matsuya didn't understand. In fact, as the lowest-level investigator, she didn't even know what to observe.

But it's okay now, it sounds like his report didn't make him dissatisfied or anything, which is a good sign.

"You think you've changed something, but it's actually a corollary."

"Every center is every edge."

"Every starting point is also the end point of every place."

"Even the changes you are making yourself are part of the inevitability of being observed, even if you fall into blind rage."

"It can't be shaken either."

The man in the burqa said so.

Hoshino Matsuya has a big head, although she can't understand what he is talking about, but she always feels very gloomy.

At this time, the man in the burqa slowly raised his hand, and a fleshy hand made of nematodes grew out of the thick black cuff, which made Matsu Hoshino's scalp tingle.

Although she already knew the so-called spells and magic, these people can conjure various things out of thin air, but she still had some resistance in her subconscious.

"Give it to me."

The man in the burqa spread his hands that were constantly slithering and wriggling by the dense insects, begging for an item.

"It's no longer in my hands."

"According to the priest's request, it can be used as a bargaining chip if necessary. I have already exchanged it as a bargaining chip for getting out of trouble. Didn't you say that, no matter what, the coordinate position must not be revealed."

Hoshino Manatsu responded.

"In that case, let me take you to see the priest."

The burqa man pushed open the wooden door, held up his hand, and let Hoshino Matsuki follow.

She was a little reluctant, because she had never seen a priest, and some of the highest-ranking people she had come into contact with were this kind of unknown creatures who could speak under a burqa.

But she was controlled by others, so she had no choice but to obey obediently.

After going out the door, you come to an extremely deep corridor. The rough and polished stone slabs are spliced ​​on the ground in an irregular way, and the narrow passages are also lit with simple kerosene lamps.

Follow the man in the burqa, turn left and right, go round and round, and come to an extremely spacious lobby.

Even in the pitch blackness where you can't reach your fingers, the reason why you can distinguish the width is because there is a magnificent black iron gate more than ten meters high on the wall at the end. Layered rings.

Thousands of candles of different sizes are placed on both sides of the gate with long iron bars. The flickering flames of those piles make the gate infinitely mysterious and terrifying.

Hoshino Matsuya retreated, she didn't want to go in no matter what, this was definitely a punishment.

"don’t worry."

"Even though the cerebrospinal fluid is a precious thing, its function is to let you give it to the right person at the right time."

"It's a matter of destiny."

The man in the burqa said so.

Hoshino Manatsu was at a loss, because I don't know how many people like myself are used for this so-called observation. Could it be said that this is also one of the purposes of coordinates?

With the violent shaking, the black iron gate made an extremely sharp and ear-piercing rubbing sound, opening a narrow gap that could only be passed by a single person, from which filled a thick white mist, and under the light of the candlelight, Even more profound.

She took a deep breath, knowing that today she would not be able to escape this catastrophe.

Hoshino Matsuya slowly walked into the crack of the door, every time she took a step forward, she became more and more frightened, fine sweat oozes from her forehead, until the white mist completely enveloped her and entered the inner space.

At this time, the iron gate also slowly closed, completely isolating her from the outside world.

damn...

She swallowed her throat, cursing inwardly, it was pitch black, and there was a musky smell, she couldn't see her fingers, but she didn't dare to move recklessly.

The priest who is revered as a god is now in the same space as himself.

Suddenly.

A voice appeared, that old voice was like an old woman in her dying years.

"Who did you hand it over to, that person's name, appearance."

The voice of the old woman passed through the void, and the voice was blurred and erratic, as if in other time and space.

Hoshino Manatsu answered truthfully without reservation.

After a long silence.

Hoshino Manatsu didn't dare to take a breath, for fear of encountering something unknown.

half an hour.

"Is that so..."

"it is finally over."

That voice carried an ancient desolation, and it seemed to have finally been liberated in the long years.

At the same time, a mighty force beyond the universe rushed in.

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Hoshino Matsuya woke up from the dream in a daze, not knowing whether it was a few seconds or centuries.

She only dreamed that she was crossing the sea, as if she was avoiding the pursuit of something extremely terrifying, and she couldn't recall all other details.

It was freezing cold and desolate all around.

And that building has long since disappeared, and all that can be seen is the white snow. Beside him is a corpse that has been dead for an unknown amount of time. It is covered with a pilgrim's red burqa. A brilliant ruby.

The more Hoshino Matsumoto thought about it, the weirder it became, her head hurt violently.

But when she saw the necklace, her eyes still lit up. This gem... She had never seen such a large one after being polished, it was definitely a rare treasure.

She tore off the necklace, although her head hurts badly, the most urgent thing is to get out of this ghost place as soon as possible.

This time the coordinates were surprisingly without any instructions.

I seem to be... free.

(End of this chapter)