latent syndrome.

Cobain only relied on memory, and only by a few glances at the planning drawings, an extremely clear route emerged in his mind.

At last.

He came to the research institute where the long-term project was carried out. Perhaps there were not many people left in the sct headquarters. There were no patrolling guards in these abandoned fortifications and passages.

With sct's style, even those it promised to protect, those who survived by betraying their own kind, would kill without mercy.

In the end, there must be only the core personnel of SCT and the necessary combat forces left.

Not so many hands to look after worthless places.

The surrounding dark space is full of columnar glass vessels, which were once used to soak the experimental subjects and input various data through intubation to observe different reactions.

Cobain found his office and pushed open the dusty door. The space inside was not large, and there was a secret door inside, hiding something only Cobain himself knew.

many years ago.

An old friend of Cobain found Cobain, because Cobain is an expert in archaeology, physics, mathematics, and many other aspects, and is an absolute authority in the field. Inviting him into sct will play an inestimable role. At that time The sct is still an academic organization and has not been involved by others.

But Cobain decisively refused.

At that time, he had already had severe hand tremors due to alcoholism, and he was also expelled from the association, and he was completely hopeless about everything.

Until Cobain's old friend spoke out.

that thing...

It can turn falsehood into reality, and has extraordinary power that does not conform to the rules of this world. As long as Cobain comes to take a look, he will understand everything.

Even so, Cobain didn't believe it at all, thinking that this person was either insane, or some forces hostile to the Freedom Alliance controlled him in order to eradicate the scientific research power of the Freedom Alliance. What those people didn't know was that they had already lost of any value.

Later, other old friends in Cobain's academic circle were also invited, and they all testified for it, and Cobain gradually believed in such a thing.

But because it must be kept absolutely secret, it cannot be known by any interest group, not even the Free Alliance. Once this kind of power appears, someone with high authority will be dazzled and conduct research regardless of gains and losses. This power itself is unstoppable. controlled, that would lead to devastating consequences.

So a suspended animation had to be created.

This is also one of the sources of all tragedies. If the thing was re-launched back into outer space from the very beginning, there may not be any subsequent bad luck.

Cobain went to the filing cabinet, opened one of the compartments, removed the camouflaged partition, and pressed an inconspicuous button painted with the same paint.

This is a secret door mechanism.

After pressing it, a stone slab on the ground slowly opened, exposing the stairs leading to the ground.

At the same time, the sound of chains swaying from the dark underground space was also heard, as if some creature was trapped.

Cobain hesitated for a while, looked at the firearm in his hand, and then walked down.

After going down the stairs.

The light of the flashlight moved over, illuminating the small space.

it's here……

Even locked a person, a boy.

After such a long time, there was no death, not even a sign of emaciation, nor the madness of being in a dark space for a long time.

The face is just sluggish, completely sluggish, as if there is no soul, there are nematodes wriggling under the skin, parasitized by this thing, so it can still have vitality for so long.

It seems that there are only instinctive light reactions and sensory feedback, and he looks at Cobain expressionlessly, quite calmly, revealing an indescribable creepiness.

"I'm sorry……"

"I am so sorry."

Cobain muttered to himself, although the words were full of regret, but his tone was very calm, as if he had rehearsed countless times in his mind.

The boy looked exactly the same as the photo of Exhibit No. 256 collected by agents of Section [-]. He was Cobain's first child.

Colin's elder brother who died young, Cobain's murder of his wife may be the source of her suicide.

After the initial success of the transfer experiment, Cobain also had selfish desires, and without telling all his colleagues, he immediately started what he had planned from the very beginning.

Through genetic cultivation, he created a body that is exactly the same as his child's. Except for the difference in memory, he is exactly the same person.

But this is not enough, it is just a copy, no matter where it can be done, Cobain will truly resurrect his child through transfer, and transfer back to his lost consciousness, soul, and essence.

But it can't be done no matter what, this kind of body can't stand the transfer test at all, and will be annihilated in an instant. He thought of countless methods and re-cultivated it too many times, but he still couldn't break through the bottleneck.

It wasn't resolved until he defected from sct. At that time, time was running short, and he was left in this dark underground until now.

"All nightmares are over."

"ended."

"rest in peace."

"I'll be with you soon."

"rest in peace."

boom!
boom!
boom!
Cobain ran out of bullets in the pistol until he was absolutely sure he was dead.

totally sure...

This nightmare is over.

Cobain seemed to have been sucked out of his soul, slumped on the ground, staring at the pool of blood, not knowing what he was thinking.

The light of the flashlight is getting weaker and weaker.

It was getting darker and darker.

Cobain stood up, walked up the stairs and returned to his office, pressed the secret door mechanism, and covered it up forever.

He looked at what he collected from himself, what flowed in these transparent channels, gathered the wisdom of all the madmen in this world.

As one of the founders of sct.

He has an obligation, a responsibility.

Terminate sct.

……

……

……

An obsidian staircase exuding endless majesty.

Arnold, who released the Diprow, slowly walked down the stairs.

To his surprise.

The chief was still standing at the bottom of the stairs, completely different from what he had just seen, with an extremely rare uneasiness on his expression.

"What happened?"

"It can make you look embarrassed."

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Arnold took out his revolver and kept his surroundings on high alert.

"German's ship is back."

The chief said so.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

"He dealt with the last scourge."

Arnold continued to ask.

"Do not."

"The lookout found it."

"German is dead."

"It's the people from the Countermeasures Bureau."

"Luka, and K."

The chief was a little flustered. Even though he had powerful infected people under his command, they were far from Geman.

"what?"

Even Arnold was shocked, how could this be possible!

that kind of man.

german.

Like Obscure, he is a person who is half-stepped to the sky, but...

died?

What monster could kill that kind of guy?
Luca? k?

"It's a fact of life."

"Soon they'll be on the island."

"Arnold."

"I've sent people to intercept them."

"But it can only be resisted for a while."

"It's up to you."

The chief said calmly.

Arnold was lost in thought.

He never gave allegiance to the sct, or the object in the temple of true sight.

His allegiance is only to.

His own ambitions.