latent syndrome.

218 Chapter 217. Flow
It is difficult to associate the image of opal with biologists, not even scholars, not even civilized people.

It can only be identified from the facial features.

There were patches of smudges on his dark blue face, cloudy eyeballs, and the eyeballs and pupils were glued together, presenting a chilling irregular shape.

Unkempt, and as for his teeth, withered black as ebony, dark creatures from folk tales.

In this dim light the cabin in the snow looked terrifying.

The moment the suitcase zipper was unzipped, perhaps because of fear and twisting of his limbs, he made a rodent-like shrill sound that didn't seem like a human could.

Colin didn't know how to speak, and he even doubted whether Opal still had a sliver of rationality.

Pim is worried that Colin doesn't trust him. Colin is the last hope now. Even if there are still people who believe in this matter, they are not capable enough to reverse all this.

Pim even ravaged Opal's dislocated and broken bones with his boots, telling him to speak quickly, no matter what the content was, as long as he spoke.

But Opal doesn't care about these things at all, it's like breaking through the shackles of 3, completely insane, but still lingering in the world.

He stared straight at Colin, with disgusting ripples in his irregular eyes, even Colin had never seen such a wicked phenomenon.

"Crown."

"I saw the future."

"There is nothing in your future, not here."

His voice was like a snake, with a faint hiss mixed with the bow of his mouth and tongue.

When Colin heard that word, he was stunned in place as if being pierced by lightning. He was very familiar with this word. It came from a strange creature that was inseparable from him. A horribly ugly thing.

Seeing Opal talking, Pim felt relieved a little and continued to urge.

"quick."

"Tell him everything."

Pim yelled, he was in desperate need of a strong supporter, his face was already a little crazy.

Opal didn't speak because of Pim's reprimand. Only then did Colin understand why Pim wanted to wring his limbs.

His limbs are not the real human body, his hands and feet have sucker-like sensory organs, and the whole body is curved in a horizontal wave like a snake, performing serpentine movements.

The suitcase was only opened a slit, and the octopus-like mollusk got into the small hole that was countless times narrower than itself, and his body, like a liquid, overflowed from the gap, crawling around the two of them.

"Do you know heart flow?"

"The flow of consciousness."

"The Path of the Spirit."

"The home of all things."

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Liberty City, the hospital at the base of the fourth department.

McConaughey lay peacefully on the iron bed, and there were 24-hour patrolling guards outside the room. Even though they were wearing civilian clothes, McConaughey could still perceive it from that state of action.

Whether it is a film or television work or a video game, in the infiltration operation, you will find that the guards have blind spots and blind spots, which is completely wrong.

In the careful planning of shift routes, it can be ensured that every channel is guarded.

As long as he wants to, he can immediately recover from his injuries, but now he can only pretend to be disabled, and now he is under house arrest by the fourth department.

Because of this trauma, the marriage date was also postponed, and the fourth department forbade my fiancée to visit me, which was quite bad. Fortunately, I controlled a nurse to pass the news on a few days ago, and let Tank take over the next action , At that time, as long as I am on this bed, I will be able to control everything, sharing all the eyes and ears of Los Angeles, and nothing can escape.

And he can manipulate everyone.

Become Liberty City's...

God.

"Let me get you, top cadre of the SCT."

"Mr. McConaughey."

At some point, there was a person leaning on Menyan, who was the highest person in charge of the fourth department.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

McConaughey pretended to be stupid, it was impossible for him to expose himself.

The person in charge walked slowly to the hospital bed, pulled out an iron stool, like a half-sitting sergeant who has received rigorous training, and took out a glass vessel with a metal base from his arms and placed it on the bedside table.

At the moment of contact with McConaughey, a rather harsh beep suddenly broke out.

McConaughey stopped pretending, and directly used the vision to restore the mutilated arm. Those new skins were sticky and white like the tender meat of a fetus. As soon as he exerted his strength, these skins immediately became rough and mature. Became his original arm.

The person in charge was not surprised, but worried that outsiders would see this scene, so he closed the door of the independent ward.

"take it easy."

"Do you know who is the organization that really spreads the submerged disease?"

The person in charge suspects that even the top cadres of the SCT may not know the truth of the matter.

About half a year ago, the person in charge of the Third Section of the Military Department got a revelation after meeting the real controller of SCT, and after talking with this old friend himself, he realized that he might be right.

McConaughey didn't know what kind of medicine this person was selling. The thing on the bedside table should be the infected person detector developed by the countermeasures bureau.

And this man is just an ordinary person, as long as he moves his thoughts, he can immediately control his thoughts.

"Do you know heart flow?"

"There are such skills in game plots or film and television works."

"A video game."

"If the difficulty is very high, but the player's level is very low, there will be varying degrees of anxiety and feelings of inadequacy."

"In the case of very low difficulty, even a fool can pass the level, and they will feel bored to varying degrees and feel humiliated."

"Only in a suitable range can you feel exciting, calm, completely immersed, and time flies, as if you have learned the truth."

He said words that didn't make sense.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

McConaughey knows this truth, and his hints, lovers, are in a similar way, allowing people to take root in the seeds they planted, enter an insurmountable safe zone, and be completely manipulated.

"It's like a film and television work."

"If it's just a very powerful hero who easily tramples on those characters with low moral sense to fill the lack of spirit in the material world, then the audience will not only be unhappy, but also feel that they are being regarded as mentally retarded."

"On the contrary, if it is in a suitable range, it will make them feel that they are very smart, and they will be fully substituted and become a living person with flesh and blood again."

"That's flow."

"And the so-called spiritual world of warlocks, or the divine world, the secluded world."

"There is also such an unstoppable torrent."

"You and I are both in the design of the Supreme..."

"In clever script."

"Immerse yourself in this..."

"In the carnival of eternal doom."

The person in charge pinched his chin, thoughtful.

"This is what you said, the organization that really spread the submerged disease."

"What's the connection?"

In fact, McConaughey didn't know why he did that, which caused everyone to suffer from submerged disease, but the sense of dominance brought about it was too wonderful.

(End of this chapter)