latent syndrome.

Chapter 393 392. The Laughing Stock
Di Kuo finally found a way.

To crush all injustice and slavery.

Maybe it's just like what Rhodes said, if there is such a miracle, everyone can be redeemed, and everyone can have a good death.

But Di Yu was the only exception.

And after Di Yu stepped onto the balance, he finally found a way to completely shatter and destroy himself.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.

Self-destruction is the answer.

In the language that people experience and pass through, in the possibilities of language games that extend to the extreme.

A voice announces that man has come to an end, that in reaching the pinnacle of all possible speech, man has not reached the center of himself as he wished, but has come to the edge of his own confinement.

In this area, thinking is dried up, and the hope of finding the source has completely faded.

The lies he used to fool people have also become the truth throughout the ending.

Confrontation is useless.

The best way is not to fight, what you fight with will only stick with you longer, making it stronger.

Only by throwing everything away can we move on.

No matter how great the work is, no matter how handed down it is, it is an immortal swan song.

All put people in the complex explanation technology, which has a shocking effect. The more abstract and complex the knowledge becomes, the greater the possibility of madness will be.

It is pointless to explain reasoning, truth, or knowledge in the name of pros and cons.

There are as many kinds of doctrines, characters, ambitions, techniques of interpretation, and inevitable illusions in this world, and there are as many faces of inexhaustible madness.

Di Kuo thinks he is the only person in the world who doesn't need to see a psychiatrist.

Perhaps in his cognition, he did.

His madness was over.

No more faltering, no more fear.

never again...

crazy.

Only by abandoning everything can we move on.

For him.

All ordinary things have become omnipotent hints, the hidden meaning behind everything has suddenly become clear, and everything has become profound.

The old world of the past.

Already a deceased person.

The peaceful and quiet town ended its absurdity in a burst of screams and screams.

When Di Kuo came to the center of the town, he saw the imbecile and ignorant freak, who was tremblingly repairing a window.

Because of Luka's warning, he can't hurt anyone. Only in this way can he suppress the screaming nightmares of countless nights and catch the dream bubbles that can never be touched.

Mo Duo had no choice but to pretend that everything that happened just now did not exist, those screams and cries, those blood and death.

He was terrified, but still acted as if those things didn't exist.

Longing for this man in black, just like the robber leader before, to help him build this shrine to welcome his loved ones.

Surprisingly.

Even a dull man like him, under the instruction of those bandits, learned how to use a mallet and iron nails to repair those dilapidated houses damaged by stray bullets or visions.

He just didn't look at Di Yu, but still kept his head down and continued with the work at hand.

Consider it a form of penance.

Counting on the power of redemption.

Although Di Kuo has no hope of talking to him, his dullness even makes one doubt whether he can figure out some of the most basic logic.

But Di Kuo was also infected by this stubborn and tenacious spirit.

Maybe stupidity is his strength.

It is precisely because he cannot think that his soul is so tenacious.

"You're like."

"It's just like……"

"A beast that retains its labor instinct."

Di Yu had to comment like this.

However, Mo Duo didn't answer, just hit the iron nails with a mallet, his uncoordinated weird body trembled.

Dicky didn't have any doubts.

He used to think he thought for people who couldn't think.

Fight for those who cannot fight.

Just like the strong must rule over the weak.

Smart people have to fool stupid people too.

The idiots are not grateful because they have been completely fooled into the second category of guards in this infinite prison.

But so far.

The truth is quite cruel, like the air on the top of a mountain, it is too much for the weak.

Just how brutal it is.

Di Yu didn't know what kind of strong person it would take to accept it.

Accept the truth that is so cruel, so tragic, that no pain can match it.

Maybe only myself.

because.

Others are not hell.

You are yourself.

Di Yu killed Mo Duo, ruthlessly, pierced his head with a steel pointed beam, and killed him completely with the power of hell.

As with a dagger.

Removed by hand.

A beast that lives in this world and roams the streets.

He walked all the way, seeing nothing, across the fields, unable to tell summer from winter, like a waste, dirty, useless, ugly.

Removed by hand.

This has become a laughing stock for people to laugh at.

Then he put on his hood and set off on foot towards the final place, Turin.

……

……

……

The roar of the truck engine and the loud noise of tires rubbing against the rough ground can be heard in my ears.

Hoshino Matsuya regained consciousness from the trance.

The last memory is that Opal was fighting with Arnold, and he was defeated in the end, and he was injected with some strong anesthetic by Arnold, and he didn't even know how long he had been in a coma, a day, a week, or a month.

Even though Hoshino Matsuya woke up, she still didn't move rashly, didn't open her eyes, pretended to be unconscious, and listened to the voice, she was in the car, where she was being sent, wait a moment, listen to the person who watched her, they talk.

But the next second.

Hoshino Manatsu's calculations all came to nothing.

Because the matter is important, the second in the SCT combat list, the highest army commander, is personally responsible for escorting these three people.

"you're awake?"

"Stop pretending."

"You have no secrets from me."

"You will remain safe until Colin arrives."

The legion leader was peeling an apple with a jackknife on the bumpy transport vehicle, and said casually.

Hoshino Matsuya knew that there was no point in continuing to pretend, so she sat up straight and glanced around. There was only the comatose Eugene, and this strange man with a sackcloth hood. He was the only one watching the two of them, maybe Have the opportunity.

"Ugh..."

"Don't be nervous, I feel your killing intent."

"Don't make the atmosphere so embarrassing, I am different from those desperadoes on the combat catalog, I am a very easy-going person."

"Very sociable."

"Girl's, talk, you know."

"I know I'm probably not some fucking girl, hehe."

"But you can pretend I am."

After the legion leader finished peeling the apple, he took a big bite roughly, as if he was really just chatting casually.

(End of this chapter)