latent syndrome.

Chapter 414
There is such a story.

The founder and king of Corinth, because he tricked death, and kept the world alive for a while.

This behavior angered the gods, and to punish him, they made him push a huge round boulder up to the top of the mountain, because the boulder was too heavy.

Every time before reaching the top of the mountain, it will roll down again, and all previous efforts will be wasted.

So he kept repeating and doing it endlessly.

Until his life was slowly exhausted in this futile and hopeless labor.

Randy once gave such a psychological hint to Colin. He did not believe that some people are not afraid of pain and death. Colin has a strange confidence from beginning to end, and Randy does not know the source.

Pretending to be the buyer of the house, in that cramped apartment, Colin saved his last bullet for self-determination, and at that time he did not have the slightest fear of death.

Not even feeling the slightest bit of tension, which is completely unreasonable.

For Colin, nearly two years have passed, but for Randy, it just happened in an instant.

"We have to hurry up."

"Everything is being affected by the convergence of the loop of return of all things."

Ke Lin looked at the blood collection needle on his body. At the same time, the dive depth detector inside the jacket exploded on the Bali wooden hanger.

This convinced Colin that this is indeed not going back in time. The current self is the self after the battle with Oboro, in a state of instant death.

It's just because Oboro released the power of his second stage, a random killing blow.

In this weird revolving door, facing the current self, no matter whether it is special ammunition or bullets, it cannot kill the current self.

It's just that all things go back to their hands and forcefully kill themselves, just like obscurity, an irreversible, causal thing.

In the library of this lakeside hut, there are still several [-]th Division agents who were tortured to death by Randy. Although the sophisticated Randy sprayed some scented fresheners, there is still a relatively strong smell in the air. fishy smell.

"Mind reading..."

"Do not."

"I can't smell anything anymore."

In an instant, Randy lost all interest, because this person was already dead, like a stone, which could not generate any interest.

"Indeed."

"You've always been a second-rate character."

"Playing your tricks."

Because after breaking through the shackles of 2, the infected person can more or less perceive the emotions of others because of the reason of comprehension.

Colin thought that Randy would be different, because his talent didn't come from analogy, or even vision, ability, or deep-rooted disease.

That was the case in the cases he committed long before the outbreak of submerged disease.

Colin was very disappointed. Sure enough, no one can understand death, because no one has really died.

Randy seemed to have some frustration, sitting on a chair with his elbows on his knees, as if he was thinking about something.

"May I take the liberty to ask?"

"What year are you from?"

Randy suddenly asked a question that was out of bounds and incomprehensible.

"Does this help your fancy tricks?"

Colin felt that Gray would come here in a short time, about an hour or so, but he couldn't remember exactly how long, but at that time, he would be affected by the restraint.

I may really die, this is my last death experience.

But suddenly there is some relief, because what we are dealing with is some absurd things, and people cannot defeat abstractions such as the so-called submerged SCT behind-the-scenes personnel, just like bullets cannot kill thoughts.

"No, none of those compliments."

"Just pure logic, Agent Colin."

"A person is more or less aware of the future, but he is still unable to perceive the past that does not yet exist."

"No matter how thorough the study of history is, it is just like a illusory phantom, always lingering in the fog that cannot be resolved, and the truth that cannot be reached."

"The contents of that fog are completely unknown..."

"Before that person was born, he didn't exist, it was a completely unknown and terrifying darkness, it was no different from death."

"After the man died, it was the same. He disappeared, as if he had never been here."

"This cloudy chaos, this mist, is death."

"It's different from every time, Agent Colin, as long as there are living things, I can definitely perceive his mood, and sometimes because of their minds that are beyond ripples, I can only feel peace."

"But you are different. You don't even have the smell of peace. You are just a fog of death."

"It's as if you are outside all the time and space that exists, not belonging here, nor belonging to any place."

Because this kind of thing was too disappointing, Randy covered the heads of several other dead bodies in the room with a black cloth. Suddenly, he was no longer interested in all such pastimes, and just sat down a little on the chair.

He had seen that fog once before, when exactly, he recalled.

Ke Lin was speechless, that was indeed the case, at the connecting point where all things return to the ring, apart from number and existence, Randy here is just some kind of chaotic projection.

Randy said that it is indeed very reasonable. If a person was born in 2000, then the feeling of death is the feeling he had before 1999, or even earlier, the feeling he felt at that time was the feeling after death.

A moment of silence.

About 10 minutes passed.

Randy, who had been meditating on the chair for a long time, said suddenly.

"I thought of..."

With trembling fingers, Randy slowly put on his signature blood-red round-frame sunglasses.

Ke Lin was speechless. To be honest, he was still completely killed by this freak in the end. It was really boring enough.

It was as if all the experiences in the past two years were in vain.

"That's my way."

"The most painful arrival at death, the pain, is just the seasoning of the senses, and the essence comes from... the tearing of existence."

"Make people...return to that fog."

"That enchanted fog."

"Gradually, I realized that I am a mortal and cannot perform miracles."

"I can only spend the rest of my life mediocrely, and find some entertainment to pass the time."

"Thank you, Colin."

"You gave me the opportunity to perform miracles."

"I finally found it."

"There is something greater than death, pain, and these mortal things. I have finally found...the most outstanding way to surpass this world."

"I was in a madhouse in Alaska, and felt that fog, those dry weirdos with dilated pupils and hair falling out."

"In that prison, I never came to a result. Those weird people are undoubtedly the worst material. They are not interesting at all, just like you now."

"You can't kill someone who's already dead."

"It's like... can't kill eternity."

"Kill this... infinite past and infinite future beyond existence."

"Now, I finally found such a way."

"Agent Colin."

"Now, I'm going to impose..."

"miracle."

Randy squeezed his violently convulsed left hand tightly with his right hand, trying to calm it down, and the blood-red round-rimmed sunglasses glowed like hell.

"I really thank you."

Colin didn't know what to say.

(End of this chapter)