latent syndrome.

Chapter 38 38. Serial Cases
A month has passed.

Due to the deviation of the sun's latitude due to the earth's revolution, the weather did not get warmer, but more cloudy and cold.

Something is wrong.

Ke Lin looked at the street from the glass window of the fast food restaurant, and the continuous drizzle was swaying down from the sky in strings, and passers-by stepped on the puddles with umbrellas, splashing puddles of water.

Since a month ago, SCT's actions have become less and less, until they disappeared.

There were no more attacks, nor any violent incidents. Immediately afterwards, even the crime rate in Los Angeles dropped. It was even much lower than in previous years before the SCT came. The mayor was even more loved by the citizens.

This is the problem instead. They hibernate and are planning some more terrifying actions.

What is really frightening is that with this efficient commanding ability, they are not a mob, but a dangerous organization with a program of action and core figures.

Colin looked down at his hands, and they were still monsters like him, could the Countermeasure Bureau really be able to parry them?

Although Colin has no feeling for Grey, and even hates it, this has nothing to do with the Countermeasure Bureau, and this department is doing its best to save everything.

Perhaps the unease had crept into every agent's heart, and everyone else just didn't show it.

"Why didn't you see that island girl who often hangs out with you?"

Eugene sucked on the straw, feeling a little puzzled. The woman and Colin had been inseparable for a while.

"I don't know, who cares about that crazy woman."

During this period of time, Ke Lin dealt with many corpses of people infected with abyssal disease. Although most of them would die suddenly, but the terror state under the alienation would sometimes cause riots if the citizens found out that a small number of them were dying. The front is still aggressive, and many casualties have occurred.

From the database of the communication terminal, it can be seen that an NGO public welfare organization called the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association has a deep connection with SCT.

Before this, this information was only known to Gray and her few confidants, but now it has become the public information of the Countermeasure Bureau.

It is not right to say that SCT has no action at all, but it is just some incredible actions. They use the name of a non-profit organization to promote some absurd and weird ideas.

【Your job doesn’t represent you, your bank balance doesn’t represent you, the car you drive doesn’t represent you, what’s in your wallet doesn’t represent you, and your clothes don’t represent you. 】

【Your birth was a mistake, and it will take a lifetime to correct it. 】

【You need testosterone to sign a death pact to this stupid, shitty, lousy world. 】

【Committed to making everyone in the world have a seed. 】

There are a lot of remarks that are even wrong, and the officials immediately define them as illegal organizations to prevent the further spread of such dangerous speech.

But this organization neither parades nor has there been any violent activities for the time being. It just spreads like a virus. Like all non-profit organizations, it just rents an activity room and buys some furnishings, such as a coffee machine and an oven for baking cookies. , and finally get together to discuss something.

Although the authorities have sealed up such door rooms one by one, they will always pop up again like tarsal maggots.

It seems that this is more certain of that conjecture.

"Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid, what a fucking pervert."

Eugene swiped through the communication terminal, trying to find something interesting, but she found a slightly scary thing, that is, the database hadn't been updated for a few days, and she didn't know if it was a system failure or some red flag.

After such a long time, the two pretended to be film investors and went to various occasions, but they got nothing, and there was no trace of SCT at all.

Colin has gained a lot, and even got the contact information of the popular movie star Eva. Eugene doesn't know if Colin has "traveled out" during the period.

"Did you know that there are always some weird urban legends on the Internet recently? Many people tell their supernatural stories in forums. I think it's because there are more and more patients with submerged syndrome."

Eugene guessed that not all infected people would join the SCT, some infected people who were not caught by the Countermeasures Bureau and were between the two major forces had no purpose, and it was uncertain what would happen.

at this time.

The message from the communication terminal was a task from the Bureau of Countermeasures. The two of them were asked to suspend their current task and investigate an urgent serial murder case, the murderer of which was likely to be an infected person.

"Come to live... Uncle."

Eugene let out a long breath, maybe the two of them had failed in this task, and hadn't made any progress in a month, so they were stopped, but there was no way, he was indeed not a detective.

But presumably with the means of countermeasures, it is impossible for the two of them to be investigating at the same time, and other agents' actions against SCT's entry into the film industry are still going on.

Ke Lin also glanced at the communication terminal. Unlike being a film investor, this is a tiring job with a relatively high degree of risk.

step by step.

Dizziness filled Colin's head.

It's all because of submerged disease. I have been insomnia for a while, and then I have some hallucinations.

Occasionally, it was a scene when I was working, those stock fingers turned into sticky and disgusting flesh and blood, spreading out from the screen, wrapping around the keyboard.

The keyboard grew flesh, proliferating into an ugly nameless ugly insect, with the most peculiar signs of all ugly creatures, compound eyes, mouthparts, appendages, tentacles, and a mixture of dirty palettes After the weird bright carapace color.

"mut... i... crown..."

It will speak, rubbing its completely cold-blooded and hollow claws, and say to Colin,

And it is very difficult for me to wake up from that state, only the sudden weightlessness, as if a leg of the chair I am sitting on has been amputated, can I wake up immediately.

Sometimes I have weird dreams.

The pungent smell of hydrogen peroxide will pour into the lungs, suffocate like a fetus soaked in amniotic fluid, and will drown in the dull, violent, blinding chaos.

The person wearing a blue sterile cap and a leather butcher's apron is holding an axe, a saw, and a three-foot-long scalpel. He is tied up with a belt like a stroke patient. The needle is not connected to an infusion bottle, but a bicycle tire pump.

"what happened to you?"

Eugene saw that Colin's state was extremely wrong. Speaking of which, he has often been like this recently. His face was as white as paper and he was sweating. I heard that different infected people will suffer different pains when they sink. Colin, he...

"It's nothing."

Colin took out the flagon from his arms and took a big gulp, took out the cigarette with trembling fingers and fizzed a few times to feel better.

……

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A high-rise residence located in the Santa Maria district with an excellent location and a high market value.

A room on the 22nd floor was cordoned off. The Los Angeles Police Department maintained the murder scene so that it would not be destroyed, so that trace experts could investigate and collect evidence.

After the two of Ke Lin showed their IDs, they were let in.

Eugene nearly threw up when he saw the body.

"No, I can't see this."

She went out, leaving Colin to face the corpse alone.

"According to the expert identification of traces, the wound on the deceased's body does not conform to conventional crime props, more like some kind of monster killed her."

A police officer said this to Colin.

But Colin didn't react when he saw the corpse, and even he himself was surprised by his indifferent reaction.

Perhaps because of going back in time, I have experienced scenes that others do not know.

Whether it's the collapse of the building, whether it's Cohen who turned into blood and the infected people who died on the stock exchange.

Whether it was the crowd blown to pieces by bazookas at the banquet in Beverly Hills, or the blond man whose head was blown off by Matsuka Hoshino.

Even... the bloody self.

It's all commonplace.

Maybe it’s true, as the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid said, your job doesn’t represent you, your car doesn’t represent you, and your clothes don’t represent you.

When all the pretzels are gone, it's just organic matter.

"Who is the detective in charge of this case?"

Ke Lin asked sternly, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it. The task of the countermeasure bureau is to cooperate with the police detectives to find out the murderer and kill him.

sometimes.

Strength is useless.

What is required is subtle intelligence.

(End of this chapter)