latent syndrome.

Chapter 455 454. Colin
three days later.

The misty pale wind and frost swept over everything, turning the boundless land into frozen ground.

The poison that flows from the end of truth.

Make all souls look directly at the trembling other side.

All happy and unfortunate dreams rushed towards the bitter abyss in droves.

That dreadful magic drove all unyielding and great souls into oblivion.

Rush toward the serene, sweeping away the weak and weary.

The shore of death.

There is devastation in sight, all the cities have been destroyed, and there is no living thing to be seen, but this winter is destroying the heritage of all civilizations.

The haze of nuclear winter has completely subsided into a billow of snow and ash that never ends.

The already weak Violet.

After exhausting all the magic power, it can no longer support this doomsday journey. The abyss is still expanding, far stronger than ever, and swallowing all wills across thousands of miles.

It seemed that she didn't want Colin to see the scene of her death.

It was too late when Colin, who was searching for supplies, came back.

It's a pity that she descended from the starry sky.

There is no place in this world where she can be buried, and she turns into a spot of light, annihilated into nothingness.

And she didn't have any last words.

As chic as if she had never passed away.

In ice and snow.

The crippled Colin walked towards his final destination on foot, leaving a strange trail in the snow with a limp.

He walked along without seeing a living thing, across fields and ruins, through the shadows of glaciers and pines.

He listened tremblingly to every fallen branch, and the echo of the guillotine was not so dull.

His spirit is like a dangerous building.

Gradually unable to resist the tireless blow of the heavy ram.

The thread of silver frost has passed through his skull and penetrated into the brain.

It was as if someone was nailing his coffin in haste.

The mysterious uproar was like a funeral.

The extreme pain from the erosion, as well as his exhausted body, made Colin, who was walking in the cold winter, groan like a living dead.

The soul seemed to be passing away with the panting, the cold swept through every inch of the body's skin and pierced into the bone marrow.

He walks around with a crippled limp, eerie and comical as a walking corpse.

And the scene of the surrounding Liberty City ruins is no longer familiar. This cruel and absurd game is like a dream hearse. After running over this carnival, you will feel the reflection of hell of happiness or despair.

at last.

He came to the ruins of the nursing home on the former site of Staten Island, went to the dark room through the secret stairs, and pushed open the rusty gate.

In this eerie room, as the door was opened, the wind blowing in caused the corpse hanging from the beam to sway back and forth.

Irina had hanged herself.

Maybe she didn't want to transform that monster.

The room was exceptionally tidy, without any mess or any useless documents, it was uncomfortably empty, so empty that the envelope on the desk was extremely eye-catching.

Colin, who was already frozen, walked over very sluggishly, and it was written on it impressively.

【To Detective Colin of Section [-]】

With trembling hands, he opened the envelope and read the contents inside.

[When you read this letter, I am already dead. 】

[I only hope that you can do what you promised me. 】

[Let everyone die worthwhile. 】

[Finally, please forgive my selfishness. 】

【I was going to take this secret to my grave. 】

[It's just that I'm too weak. 】

[I am not as strong as your wife. 】

[Although she has told me not to tell you the truth. 】

[However, I am a person who lacks cruelty. 】

【If you don't know about her efforts, it would be too unfair to her. 】

【She knows how important you are and what role you play in this cruel game. 】

[Hypnotherapy never existed. 】

【She was worried that your remorse for the past would interfere with your judgment, so she made up such a lie. 】

【Also, Ingrid never hated you. 】

【From beginning to end. 】

[She is a very gentle person. 】

[When she was about to be swallowed by the abyss. 】

[Choose to go outside to find a place to settle myself and not be seen by anyone. 】

[I just think it's too unfair to her. 】

[Sorry, Colin, sorry. 】

【Feel sorry……】

Colin limped and left here, and what he saw was the infinitely lonely and desolate urban ruins.

around the ruins.

Colin crawled on the ground like crazy.

Like dirty and useless beggars digging all the snow on the ground.

But this winter is intertwined with wind, frost and ashes.

He can't.

Dig out all the frozen soil in the ruins of the city.

at last.

Colin through and through.

Overwhelmed by this abyss.

He is like a dead soul, wandering in the ruins of the city, aimless, without any direction, not knowing where to go.

Just wander.

Gradually, the vision of his other eye also began to blur.

At last.

He pushed open the door of a tavern.

A fire burns brightly in the fireplace, comforting the weary traveler, and the place is filled with laughter and laughter.

And one by one, the eyes are kind to the dead lives.

Even Gray, with his perpetual poker face, can't help but laugh at Eugene's jokes.

Liszt watched the lottery program on TV, as if he was calculating something.

There was an ambiguous atmosphere between Seka and Mei looking at each other.

And every familiar face sang happily because of drunkenness.

Colin didn't care.

Because he never really belonged to...

Eleven subjects.

Almost everyone here has only an incomparably dull relationship.

Not only that.

He also never seemed to belong anywhere.

He just drank himself to death at the bar, finally stood up staggeringly, and walked towards the back door of the tavern.

"Are you going?"

Liszt found that the number he had calculated did not win the lottery, so he calmly asked Colin.

Colin just nodded.

"fair enough."

"A new question."

"It just translates into a solved problem."

Liszt said words of unknown meaning.

Colin paid no attention.

Pushing away the tavern, I came to a dilapidated alley.

A surge of drunkenness swept over his mind, even if he held on to the wall, he couldn't stand up, and after a few steps he stumbled.

Fell down in the snow.

His last gaze looked at the gray sky covered with countless snowflakes.

suddenly.

As if he had noticed something.

He has seen this scene.

The surrounding scene and the scene in memory slowly overlapped together in a trance, and they were completely consistent.

"Is that so..."

"It turned out to be like this..."

Regret and despair poured into his soul like poison.

it's too cold.

Colin was completely frozen and let out a hoarse moan.

But gradually, the surging tiredness smoothed out all the pain and completely engulfed Colin.

At last.

Colin froze to death in this dilapidated, unattended back alley of the tavern.

The wind and snow are howling, and the ocean is cold.

On the stage of the theater.

Sometimes a nymph is seen lighting a miraculous dawn in the heavens of hell, in this place warmed by loud music.

Sometimes it is seen that a being made only of light and gold and veil strikes down the monstrous abyss.

Just like these plays.

Everyone's heart, the heart where ecstasy has never been, is but a theater.

People are there forever, forever in vain, waiting.

Waiting for a life with wings of tulle.

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(Volume Five · Voice of Heaven · End)

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