latent syndrome.

Chapter 58 58. Oriental Festival March

The disorderly and disorderly raindrops slammed on the lake surface, rippling out infinite violent ripples.

Thunder and lightning wandered among the black clouds, and with the intense flashes, there were occasional muffled sounds that shook the sky and the earth.

In the verdant forest, in the library of the cottage by the lake, the record player plays the orchestral music of Vivaldi, the court musician of the Baroque era.

Corpses, specimens, blood.

Dressed in old-fashioned suits, blood-red sunglasses exuded the luster of purgatory.

his words.

"There is no horror in this world that can surpass the indifference and cruelty of this frozen sun, and the long days of misty chaos."

Randy took a deep breath.

But it made him frown.

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Countermeasure Bureau, one of the temporary strongholds on the surface.

"Is he dead?"

There was some urgency in Gray's words.

"Just now... His position disappeared, just now."

The member of the strategy bureau replied that it must be an extremely important person who can make Gray so moved, but he is now.

"Could it be that the locator is malfunctioning."

Gray asked the member for confirmation.

"Absolutely not... as long as the brain can still transmit mood swings, it can only be... dead."

He replied.

Gray watched the torrential rain outside the window and fell silent.

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Inside the library.

Randy took two steps back, and he felt it again.

The smell it smelled when I first met Colin.

He couldn't feel where Colin came from or what kind of work he was doing.

It's not all those cheap cigarettes and alcohol.

It's that he doesn't seem to have any smell.

A wandering soul looking for a body.

He can enter anyone's personality if he chooses.

For him, all seats are empty.

"What a cold-blooded person, even your former wife is going to be sentenced to death, can you still sit there so calmly?"

Randy didn't know what happened. Colin suddenly looked like a different person. There was no ups and downs in the cerebral cortex. He couldn't feel anything, not even a little bit of fear and anger.

Although it is the last time backtracking, as long as this death is complete death.

Infinite weakness enveloped Colin's body, but that was meaningless.

Suddenly.

There was a beeping alarm from the jacket on the balim hanger, and it was Colin's anchor instrument, beeping frantically.

Randy tested it, and the effective distance is obviously only ten centimeters.

boom!
Because the sinking speed was too fast, the internal pressure rose suddenly, and the violent turmoil caused the anchor instrument to explode, shattering into a puddle of glass shards, spilling out blood and mercury.

Colin stared at Randy calmly, expressionless.

"No one can be so indifferent to their former lover. It's your problem. You are dying." Colin glanced at the briefcase on the workbench, which had his name on it, and found something that he hadn't noticed before. details.

"Randy, so your name, your interests, your aesthetics, the so-called pain, are not as elegant as the third-rate magazines on the street."

Colin said extremely indifferently.

But Randy wasn't enraged,
"I never said that."

"It is indeed a rather vulgar and vulgar hobby, which is contemptuous."

Randy's tone was flat.

"Is it."

There was a little sarcasm in Colin's eyes.

"You misunderstood me."

"It's not mean or noble or not."

"It just doesn't make sense."

"Even the most tragic death is but a continuation of the chemical element."

"Just like the burning of Joan of Arc, at best it was just an oxidation reaction."

Ke Lin's tone was cold and ruthless, as if from the abyss.

It made Randy feel like he was in the winter of ice and snow.

Randy paused for a moment.

"What blasphemy!"

He suddenly went crazy.

click!
The wire knife swept fiercely, but due to Randy's anger, it was a blind blow that did not tear Colin apart.

It just slashed down from his right eye and cut to the corner of his mouth, oozing bright red blood plasma.

But when the blade cut through, Colin didn't even blink his eyes, he was extremely calm and indifferent, like a dead man among the dead.

Randy supported the side table, he realized his gaffe, his breathing became short of breath, and he was a little lost.

Even Randy couldn't believe it himself.

Just now, he was actually angry.

For decades...

For such a long time.

Anger for the first time.

Is this what anger feels like?
He froze on the spot in embarrassment, as if his faith had been shaken, and he couldn't find any words to refute it.

any vocabulary.

clap clap clap...

The eight blood collection needles inserted into Ke Lin's body were directly broken due to the power of his blood, and all fell to the ground.

At the same time, endless qi and blood gathered on Ke Lin's body, and the severed tendons in his hands and feet recovered in an instant.

He stood up, standing tall, half a head taller than Randy.

"Vivaldi..."

"Ah."

"It doesn't suit your current state of mind."

Colin walked to the record player, picked from a large pile of vinyl records, and finally found a song he was familiar with.

Nelson's Oriental Festival March.

Put the record into the machine, and the room began to reverberate with an extremely high-pitched piano sound.

"Are you afraid of something, Randy?"

"But I don't know your tricks of smelling and playing tricks."

"But I'll try my best."

Colin took off Randy's sunglasses and put them on his eyes, picked up Baudelaire's collection of poems from the workbench and started to read, he just flipped to a page.

A poem titled "Blessing".

He picked a passage at random and began to read it in a very bad tone, more like some kind of frivolous local hooligan.

"And when I get tired of this blasphemous joke."

"I will lay my strong and graceful hand on him."

"My nails will be like the claws of a harpy."

"Cut a path straight to his heart."

"The heart that quivered like a baby bird."

"I'm going to tear it, bloody, out of his chest."

"I'll throw it in the dust with contempt."

"Feed my beloved hound."

"Tsk..."

Colin clicked his tongue, a little disdainful, and said in disbelief, "You've been playing this kind of idiot trick for decades?"

clack clack...

Numerous coils of wire knives spread wildly from Randy's body, entangled Colin, like a python strangling a helpless lamb.

boom!
The knife scroll violently contracted and twisted, tearing Colin into pieces in an instant, bursting into a rain of blood, swaying across the entire library, and dripping everywhere.

On the table, on the floor, on the bookshelf.

"Now it's my turn."

The blood coagulates instantly.

It's even too late to react.

It was as if he hadn't suffered those injuries at all, and appeared on the spot intact.

It's just that he seems to have forgotten to restore the wound from the right eye to the corner of the mouth, because the weak and painful feedback made him ignore it at all, leaving a scar.

That resilience... was too ferocious, too fast.

fast...

It's so fast that it's like... turning back time.

With blood as water and bone as sand.

A bright red guillotine appeared from Colin's palm, and with his own pain as the driving force, it slashed towards Randy.

Ding……

With the crisp sound of metal and iron clanging, Randy poured strength into his arm and blocked the blow, and violent sparks scraped off his arm.

but……

The move based on the aerospace industry's water jet is not only powerful for a moment, but with Ke Lin's endless energy and blood surging up, the slashing strikes are continuous.

It's fundamentally different, fundamentally different from the last time it was used.

Colin crazily proliferated blood and bone sand, frantically injecting pressure into his palm.

One hundred MPa.

Two hundred MPa.

Three hundred MPa.

The source is the ultimate pain that wears away one's own flesh and blood.

That pain.

The ultimate torment and pain, the excruciating pain of crushing the bones into sand, accompanied by the blood spurting violently, Ke Lin didn't even frown.

That blade.

Like a waterfall of blood rushing.

Four hundred MPa.

Five hundred megapascals.

Randy's metal-injected arm began to lose its hold, gradually showing wear and scratches, and the sparks from the confrontation of power turned the whole room into the extreme daylight.

Nine hundred MPa.

A pressure of one gigapascal.

Not to mention gold and iron, there is no substance in the universe that can survive such pressure.

click...

Randy's arm was directly removed by Colin, and it fell to the ground with a slap, and blood flowed from the wound.

Immediately afterwards, those guillotines swept across Randy frantically, cut him in half, removed his legs, and sprayed out violent red pulp.

Then, from those wounds, thousands of wire knives erupted, aimlessly destroying everything around them.

clack clack...

The whole house was shattered in an instant, and under this crushing force, everything was cut into shattered shards, including Colin.

Constantly smashing.

Constant reorganization.

Randy, who was cut to only half of his torso and seriously injured, panted heavily, used his strength to gather metal to restructure his body, and stood up with his legs, cutting Colin frantically.

Colin is like an undead, a curse to Randy, no matter how hard he kills him, he cannot be killed.

To this level of fighting.

It's just a duel of pure power, nothing else, just to see who can draw more visions from the abyss until one of them is completely exhausted.

Until Colin reorganized his physical body again.

The weird instrument of torture appeared again in front of Randy, an ancient artifact from the Middle Ages, an iron cabinet that could hold an adult, and an iron statue of a woman wearing a luxurious crown above it.

It was the Iron Maiden.

The door cover opened slowly, making an extremely ear-piercing creaking sound, and countless wires erupted to entangle Colin, dragging him directly into the Iron Maiden.

The moment the door cover closed.

There is no way of knowing what is going on inside, only the sound of iron plates twisting, the sticky sound of flesh and blood being separated, and one can only know that it is an extremely terrifying thing.

boom!
Like a balloon filled with ink being crushed, the iron maiden's gaps violently overflowed with plasma.

boom!
Another crazy bleeding.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The house had already been razed to the ground.

The Iron Maiden violently squeezed out blood like a bank burst time and time again.

The hazy gray sky echoed with billowing thunder. Even the wildest wind and the heaviest rain could not wash away the monstrous smell of blood by the lake.

Randy's fingers were trembling. Due to injuries and excessive use of visions, his strength was gradually drying up, and the iron maiden gradually faded into a phantom.

but.

When the phantom faded away, Colin was unscathed and expressionless, as if he hadn't experienced anything.

His cold eyes stared at Randy emotionlessly. All the pain was like a breeze blowing on his face. He turned his arm into a bone knife and injected the turbulent energy in the different space into his whole body. He felt that the current self is really like Like a monster, its strength and explosiveness are like creatures from outer space.

That speed...too fast.

It's as fast as time is cut off.

Colin flashed in front of Randy in a few steps, and slashed like crazy with his bone knife. The speed was invisible to the naked eye, just white flashes, and Randy also stirred the wire knife to fight back quickly. , The clanging sound can be heard endlessly, and sparks burst out in the torrential rain.

After more than ten seconds of intense heat, Randy gradually became exhausted, unable to parry Colin's attack, and the speed of the knife scroll could not keep up with Colin's speed.

click...

A cut was cut on the arm, and the flesh was bloody.

click...

The skin and flesh on the legs were gouged out and turned outwards.

clack clack...

On the torso, on the head, on the back, on the abdomen.

His body was cut with wounds one after another, as if he was executed by Ling Chi, there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, blood was overflowing violently, his skin was ripped apart, it was horrible.

The frenzied Colin didn't intend to stop at all, inflicting maddened abuse.

"Your tarot card hints... is the god of death."

"Your spiritual driving force comes from the end of things."

"It's because you can't achieve anything that you have such a strong drive, isn't it?"

"The people you killed turned into undead, tormenting your mind."

"You desperately want to end all of this, and you can only counteract evil with evil."

"Have you done it, have those dead souls left you?"

"Still sinking deeper and deeper into an unending abyss where pain is the only flavoring there."

"It makes you crazy, Randy."

Colin stepped back, his hair wet from the rain, trying to break Randy's last belief.

At the same time, all the blood that Colin bleed slowly gathered and flowed together under his control, forming a sea of ​​blood. This boiling red liquid slowly condensed the skeleton of flesh and blood, from which sprang out more than a dozen There is also a magic dog roaring violently.

However, this kind of terrifying scene can't frighten Randy at all, the devil among devils.

"You're insulting me, Agent Colin."

"You don't know my past at all."

"Who's playing tricks now? Playing the tarot, that ridiculous gypsy trick."

Randy was on the verge of death, half-kneeling down, gasping like gossamer, the skin and flesh on his body were horrifying, bloody, but he still had more energy, he was deeply aware that he was no match for Colin at this time, His terrifying vision showed no signs of exhaustion at all, and if he continued to fight, he would only be defeated.

However, there is no possibility of escape if you try your best.

But he will never do that, he will not be a deserter again, fleeing from a battlefield full of flesh and blood.

Nation, land, hatred.

Trenches, tanks, armor-piercing rounds.

Concentration camps, gas, massacres.

The blood-red land, the burning sky.

He will not run away again.

Randy picked up his blood-red sunglasses from the ground tremblingly with one arm, and put them back on his eyes.

"You are strong, Colin."

"I've never seen someone as powerful as you."

"Death here is my best destination, and six of your colleagues will accompany me on the road to hell."

"Even if it is so powerful."

"But can you really handle it?"

"People in SCT, they are a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times crazy than me."

"Also, who said that I can't end everything."

"At least, I can end myself."

click.

The Iron Maiden reappeared, and the door cover slowly opened, but what was dragged in was not Colin, but himself.

"We'll meet in hell, Agent Colin."

"I'll save you a seat by the window then."

Maybe something came to mind.

He suddenly smiled, it was a happy smile, and the door cover slowly closed.

clack clack...

randy.

died.

(End of this chapter)