Latent Syndrome

Chapter 48 48. Orpheus

In the suburbs of Los Angeles, there is a three-story single-family villa located deep in a dense forest. There is no other house within a few kilometers.

There is also a quiet small lake next to the house, with a wooden boat floating on it that can carry three or four people.

The scenery here is extremely pleasant. It is an idle vacation villa of a rich man. Since no one lives in it, it will be rented out for short periods of time to other people who want to experience forest life and enjoy secluded areas.

What really attracted Randy was not the pleasant scenery.

But the original owner had a certain degree of literary and artistic hobbies. There was a quite spacious study room in the villa, stocked with various classics, a piano, and an old-fashioned record player.

The space is large enough to even do some work.

"It's a three-month lease, right? Here are the leasing procedures. You can confirm it before signing."

The real estate consultant reminded Randy and presented the agreement bound on A4 paper with both hands.

Randy took out double the rent amount from the suitcase, a total of thirty thousand dollars.

"Don't bother, I can't even stay for three months."

Randy checked his watch. It was time to get to work.

The real estate consultant happily accepted it. No one lived in this house anyway. Even if some criminals wanted to use it to make drugs, he could stay out of it. It would be better this way, as he could directly pocket 30,000 yuan.

Randy took a deep sniff.

"Are you having some bad idea?"

His tone was hoarse, and he opened the inside of his suit, which was filled with various tools like a person selling prohibited CDs.

Dagger, tweezers, scissors, scalpel, small saw, small pliers...

The real estate consultant's face was stiff, and he subconsciously felt something was wrong and wanted to run away.

Fear causes the brain to secrete transmitters.

This intense fragrance attracts predators.

"You're shaking."

"I smell..."

Randy opened the poetry book and turned to a section that he liked more.

"This sweet aroma."

“What a paranoid gambler is to gambling.”

"What a drunkard is to his bottle."

"Like maggots to a corpse."

Guilt flooded Randy's face, like the regret a cowardly man feels after every time he hires a prostitute.

The man ran wildly with trembling legs, stumbling and running a hundred meters away, constantly crushing the fallen leaves on the ground, making messy rustling sounds.

Randy felt even more guilty. He was really guilty and had to murder innocent lives for his own selfish desires.

It was so painful, this feeling of guilt, so frustrating.

The next paragraph in the collection of poems is.

I beg for a sword.

Win my freedom.

I beg for insidious poison.

Help my timidity.

A bunch of extremely sharp wire blades spread out from Randy's hand. They were intertwined and gathered together, rushing towards the running man. As fast as lightning, they entangled him in an instant and dug into his flesh. They were sharp and cold. The metal pierced his skin and proliferated wildly in the fat layer.

at last.

Click, click, click...

It was a tearing smash, turning into a mass of blood mist.

"But poison and sword spoke to me with scorn."

"You do not deserve to be freed from your cursed slavery."

Randy closed the book and murmured. The physical and mental enrichment made him relax, and the pain was filling the hole in his heart. This was really a... sensory intoxication.

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the next day,

On a farm on the outskirts of Los Angeles, in a warehouse where crops are piled.

"The database has not been updated recently, and new tasks have not been issued. I don't know how long we will stay here."

This was an official agent of the Countermeasures Bureau's Section 11, complaining to his female partner.

"Isn't this better? We don't have to fight SCT."

The pretty woman said.

Due to the low level during the grade evaluation, he was rated as D-level. Although he has a certain combat power, he is still relatively reluctant to fight head-on.

Therefore, they are responsible for stationing at the edge of Luo City. When infected people escape, they can contain them and eliminate them.

There were fine raindrops outside the farm, accompanied by a few thunders, and soon turned into a heavy rain.

The lush pastures and gloomy sky have an isolated beauty.

A long-term relationship, including shared circumstances.

Whether it's Latent Syndrome, harsh countermeasures, or dangerous SCT.

It's all so crazy.

"Yes, I really hope this continues."

the man said.

"You think so too."

The woman responded subconsciously.

This is all too crazy, and both parties are in their golden years. It can be seen from the eyes of each other that they have already been secretly in love.

Seeing that the atmosphere is already a little subtle.

The luster reflected by the dark red lenses has already enveloped this place.

After Randy witnessed all this, he slowly walked into the warehouse door, closed the open umbrella, and there were some rain stains on his leather shoes and trousers.

"I'm sorry to disturb the sweet relationship between you two, but there are too many people queuing up, and I deeply regret it."

Randy hung the umbrella on the hook and straightened his tie.

The two of them immediately became alert, and a pistol loaded with special ammunition was pointed at Randy's head.

"who are you?"

An extremely ominous premonition sprouted deep in the hearts of the two of them. In such a remote place, it was definitely not just people who came to take shelter from the rain. The target was the two of them.

"I advise against it."

Randy made a hand gesture toward himself, signaling for them to put their guns down.

To be able to be so calm while being pointed at a gun...then there is only one possibility, this person is a killer from SCT.

boom……

The man fired first.

The bullet accurately hit Randy's forehead, sinking in and burning with blue flames.

Sure enough, it was an infected person. Only patients with latent disease can have this kind of flame through a chemical reaction with bullets.

"what a pity."

Randy wiped his forehead with his finger, and the blue flame disappeared instantly.

"How can this be?"

The woman started to panic.

Click!

It was more than ten meters away, but a steel spike penetrated directly into the man's abdomen, broke out from his back, and then picked him up.

"Run! Beth..."

He began to vomit a large amount of blood from his mouth. It was such a terrifying vision that it was hard to imagine how deep he could dive. Knowing that he was outmatched, he could only try to hold him back.

But the woman did not run away, and continued to shoot Randy with her gun. All the bullets hit him until the magazine was empty.

However, Randy was unscathed, and the blue flame just showed a little spark and then extinguished instantly.

The man endured the injury and drew strength from the different space. The corrosive liquid spread out crazily and rolled toward Randy like a wave.

But it is useless under overwhelming force.

Kaka!

Two more steel spikes pierced the man, and his vision instantly weakened, requiring more strength to recover from his injuries.

"Brian..."

The woman couldn't bear to watch him die like this.

This is so touching.

This made Randy feel guilty. This sincere feeling could withstand the test of life and death.

Randy decided to let them go.

"Have you heard the story of Orpheus?"

"His wife, the fairy Eunidis, was bitten by a poisonous snake and died at the wedding banquet with him. The infatuated Orpheus rushed into the underworld and impressed Hades with his music, and Eunidis regained life. .”

"But Pluto warned him not to look back before leaving the underworld."

"At the end of his journey to the underworld, Orpheus couldn't control the love in his heart and turned around to make sure his wife was following him."

"But it caused Eunidis to fall into the abyss."

After Randy said that, he hugged the woman over, took out a dagger from his arms, and pressed it against her beautiful face.

"In the next minute, I'm going to hurt her, but she's not going to die."

"And you just have to stay calm and you'll both survive."

"this is very simple."

"I keep my word."

Randy sounded serious.

The woman nodded to the impaled man, there was no other way but to do this.

The man didn't speak. His injury no longer allowed him to take any action. He just stared at Randy with an extremely gloomy look.

"I assume you agree."

Immediately afterwards, Randy slashed the woman's face with a dagger, cutting bloody marks on her hands and legs.

The man's ten fingers were trembling furiously, and the muscles all over his body were spasming. The anger in his eyes was about to overflow, but he held it back, gritting his teeth desperately, and all the facial muscles were tense, trying to stay calm with great difficulty.

Randy looked at his watch. It had been forty seconds.

The woman also bravely closed her eyes and remained silent even though the severe pain tortured her body and mind.

Immediately afterwards, Randy went back on his word, grabbed the woman's neck, and cut her hard with a dagger.

Pat click…

Blood surged like a fountain, and the woman suddenly had difficulty breathing.

"Kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

The man roared at the top of his lungs and struggled to free himself from the steel spikes. His abdomen was a mess of blood and flesh.

"It's unfortunate."

"you failed."

Randy spread out his hand and pinched the woman's hand. It turned out that the cut he had just made was his own palm, which was so deep that he could see the bone.

"that's too regretful……"

Randy was a little disappointed.

The man fell into ultimate despair and his eyes dimmed.

Now Randy got real.

Use the dagger to swipe hard, pull it hard on the snow-white neck, cut the throat, and cut away all hope of the two people.

Blood flowed like a column.