latent syndrome.

Chapter 224 223. Chaos of all colors

the next day.

Liberty City Manhattan.

Although the morning light had risen, under the cover of thick clouds, dawn had not yet broken.

In an unremarkable hotel and hotel, Ke Lin was stunned by the window, not because he got up early, but because he stayed up all night.

He just came back not long ago.

On the side table where the coffee is placed on the viewing balcony, there is an ugly thing rolling, it is a sarcoma between black and red, not as big as a palm, it is the incarnation of opal.

It is obviously just an irregular wriggling mass of flesh, but it also has net-like compound eyes like a fly, capturing light and sound waves, and an overly anthropomorphic and terrifying lip, just like every normal human being, with two rows of neat teeth in the mouth , but like Opal itself, it is full of dull yellow and dry.

Before Colin left, Opal took off one of his own eyes and gave it to Colin.

The SCT and the Countermeasure Bureau have special means to hunt down people like him, so they had to let this thing act on his behalf.

The sarcoid shares all sense organs with the opal himself and can also convey some information, but there is usually some delay.

Opal is not an infected person, but in the South Pacific incident, he had close contact with an ominous thing and became a monster. He may have broken through the shackles of 3 and existed in another form, and his body is just Dead flesh manipulated through countless distant locations.

"You have to find someone."

"Trustworthy people will transport supplies to us on a regular basis."

"We're going to be in this shelter for quite some time."

The mouth on the sarcoma twisted and collapsed and healed quickly, and it has a strong camouflage ability. It sticks to any substance, just like a chameleon, and it will acquire the color and texture of that substance.

Pim has been wanted by the Countermeasures Bureau, and is considered by all the departments to have secretly communicated with SCT, let alone Opal. The situation of the two of them is like a trapped animal.

All hopes were pinned on Colin.

Colin only thought about how to bring his wife out of the second department without arousing their suspicion. Now his identity is not in the slightest problem, and he is still an agent of the first department, so he has to make a careful plan.

If it is true as what Opal said, then what is the attitude of the Countermeasure Bureau towards itself?No, this has nothing to do with the strategy bureau. Most of them are also in a daze, they only know that they have to deal with the SCT, and they are willing to pay any price for it.

It's just the so-called High Command, and there are some problems.

He glanced at the sarcoma on the side table. Even if he used the evil eye domain, he couldn't detect what it was, and couldn't get any information. It was like it wasn't something from this dimension, it was just a projection of a higher level.

Is there someone you can trust?

One person after another appeared in Colin's mind, and he found that the most suitable candidate was Eugene.

But she must not do that, she has been hurt too much by the actions of those crazy people, the suicide hijacking, the wreckage of the crashed plane killed a child, and the former dean who was so kind to her died of excessive grief.

She can't face all this anymore.

What about the rest?

Heller?Ke Lin immediately denied that although he had protected the relatives of many agents from threats during the final stage of the Los Angeles incident, he was basically a person who had no position and only cared about benefits.

It was only now that Ke Lin realized that there was no one he could trust, so he had to call Violet, but she was busy with something and was not in the service area.

He didn't find the last person until he rummaged through the address book, but he was a little uncertain.

"Aren't you the one who knows the truth?"

"There was a time when the Third Section Military Department and SCT launched a large-scale duel, which ended with the intervention of a third-party force."

"What is the origin of that so-called third-party force?"

Colin asked about sarcoma.

The monstrosity's lips and mouth are too real, like a real human being, but growing on such a pool of objects, there are thick divisions and ominous.

"Nobody knows everything."

"In that case I'm not just here to talk to you."

"The Countermeasure Bureau told you that the reason why they hunt people like us is because of the things we carry on our bodies and the wisdom to interpret them."

"You have already guessed, that is the original manuscript."

"In the past few years, the only thing we have done is to look around for the remaining pages of this thing and try to put it all together."

"It's just the power of the broken pages. You already know it. If it's the whole book, it is said that if you put it together, you can visualize the chaos of all colors, transcend all great powers, and even reverse the chaotic years and reverse the ending."

The sarcoid's voice is a little hoarse, perhaps lungless, in a grotesque manner, as sharp and cunning as all dark creatures in fantasy works.

"Chaos of all colors?"

Colin was puzzled.

"It's an artificial concept, there's really no such thing."

"People can only feel the colors mixed by the three primary colors, and lack more excellent sensory organs."

"You have that kind of domain, the domain of high-latitude senses, then you should understand."

"Wildness is a general and vague concept, in which the content of countless colors spans time and space, cause and effect, the universe, reality, ideas, and existence."

"Superior to all great powers, even to... submerged diseases, and the great powers behind them."

"It is the real ultimate, the end, there is nothing greater and stronger than this, strictly speaking."

"Supreme."

Sarcoma has a sharp voice, and every witness of the South Pacific incident is eager to complete this book.

"I understand that even though it is so incomparable, it is written by people after all."

"Who is it..."

Colin is obsessed with the truth.

"I only know that it is a warlock, a warlock who is so powerful that he regards God as nothing."

"A fragment of a page owned by other scholars bears his signature."

"But the handwriting was erased."

"It's a name that starts with C."

The sticky sarcoma slid down to the ground in a liquid flow, climbed up Colin's boots, and reached his black double-breasted coat, where it turned into the same color material to camouflage. When it didn't open its mouth, the compound eyes and Yin Zi's lips are just like accessories for aesthetic curiosity.

Colin was speechless, but he had no time to delve into these too incomprehensible matters.

"That third-party force, do you have any clues?"

If Opal really has no clues, then Colin can only pay to find someone.

"Um……"

"You killed Johnny, didn't you, and his sister tried to kill you too."

"In fact, many of the broken pages in the hands of people like me were stolen from the forces behind them."

"That organization knows the truth and is doing its best to delay this."

"It is an organization with a long heritage, and it is also the place with the most warlocks in the world."

"Most of the researchers in SCT, as well as many scholars in the second subject, came from there because of different ideas."

"The organization has no name, as far as I am personally."

"I like to call them scam syndicates."

(End of this chapter)