Latent Syndrome

Chapter 80 80. Shepherd

An extremely ugly tree, with gray-green moss growing on its surface. The ugly lines are arranged in spirals and even irregular twists, entangled and growing together in a hateful way.

It is too thick. Compared with a plant, it is more like a magnificent tower built by some kind of power. I don’t know how high it is. You can’t see the top of the tree when you look up. Its width is also in this weird forest shrouded in black mist. Completely unknown.

The roots, trunk, and branches of the Tree of Horror are as luxuriant as the crazy reproduction of inbreeding and branch out into endless branches.

And rolling and squirming in the bark of these trees, the humanoid outlines and the twisted and painful features are like eggs laid by flies in carrion. They are bulging and inlaid on the bark one after another. Thousands or even thousands of them are inlaid on the bark. There are more, countless, constantly blending into the heart of the tree. Even if you can't hear a sound, you can still feel the weird and miserable scream.

Beneath the big tree.

A beautiful young woman with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing linen clothes, kneeling in the evil array of triangular piles of firewood, with a crown of thorns on her head and horns plucked from the carcass of a wild deer. .

She was uttering heartbreaking sobs, while the indifferent and thin man beside her was holding a book with an unknown animal cover and talking plausibly.

"In fact, there is no need for sacrifices, it will absorb the sacrifices on its own, but I am still willing to make a little contribution to her."

The man's voice was extremely hoarse. He found that Jessica was crying, caressing her face lovingly, and put his index finger on his lips like a child, making a silencing gesture.

"Jessica, this is your name."

"You are very important. I think you overestimate your so-called friends."

"When I'm about to turn them inside out, everyone says without hesitation, they know Jessica."

"Jessica is the mayor's daughter. Her father will definitely make a difference. No matter how much ransom it is, the beloved mayor can give it."

The man gasped slightly, seemingly angry, and tugged her hair with his fingers.

"I knew a man. A long time ago, it was in Siberia, in the Far East, during the endless winter. Maybe he had no impression of me."

"He said that just as the strong must rule over the weak, so the wise must fool the stupid."

"Do you agree?"

The man asked softly.

But Jessica was just trembling with fear and couldn't say a word

He paused for a moment.

Suddenly mad,

He grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, breaking some of her scalp and wringing out the blood.

"Do you agree?"

he asked angrily.

Jessica could only nod, nodding crazily, not daring to refute at all.

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Corrupt Sheriff Observation Post.

Liszt closed the file. He had sorted out all the information inside and it was deeply imprinted in his memory.

"This corrupt forest, all the work, comes from a man named Clay."

"His family has a history of superstition, and his grandparents, including his father, are all members of a secret religion."

"The records describe that his only sister disappeared when he was very young, but no more information is mentioned, only some clues."

"However, judging from the worst assumptions about the person, it is likely that he was sacrificed to the so-called gods by his family."

Liszt said calmly.

"Is there really anyone who would sacrifice his own family?"

It's not that Eugene doesn't visit forums. She occasionally reads some strange stories on the Internet, many of which touch on the pastoral villages of some interstate areas. In these remote areas, she will subconsciously use exaggerated words to trace those hidden stories. I quit because it was really depressing. Only when I encountered this kind of thing did I realize how evil it was.

"As an infected person, you should understand the imaginary world, the symbolic world, and the real world."

"The problem is that many people don't even have access to universal symbols. Their world only comes from their families and surrounding environment."

"There is no transition stage at all. In their cognition, killing family members and making evil sacrifices are all part of the logic."

"These are just prerequisites. This man named Clay has a criminal record."

"Because of money, he took the blame for the son of a wealthy businessman who ran a software company. Originally, it was just an ordinary hit and run, and he would only be sentenced to less than five years in prison."

"But during the trial, it was discovered that the son of a wealthy businessman had assaulted a high school student and caused him to become disabled and have a mental breakdown. He was sentenced to thirty years in prison."

"I think the seeds sprouted at that time. He escaped from prison less than ten years ago and his whereabouts are unknown."

Lister said.

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Under the ugly giant tree.

Clay was not satisfied with Jessica's answer at all. Two strangely long hands that were as dry as rotten branches strangled her neck, but they did not kill her. They just made her unable to breathe and played with her.

"In fact, this is biased."

"The problem is that many times, people are enslaved voluntarily. There is no so-called fooling, they are just subject to some unimaginable supreme will."

"Do you understand what the moral standard is?"

"In the mouths of some philosophers, the standard of morality is judged to be that if the whole world is doing the same thing, and this thing does not have a negative effect on anyone, then this thing is moral."

"I think……"

"That's the cruelty."

“Everybody needs food, everybody needs love, everybody needs better housing.”

"Can this be a sin?"

"But... if you have one more cow on your pasture, someone has one less cow on their pasture. An environment can only support a fixed number of groups. It's just a matter of how you tilt it, otherwise you fall into what is called a Malthusian trap."

"If a person spends time building palaces for others, then he will definitely not have time to build his own home. If a person is rich, then many people will lack money. If a person does not have money to get married, then he will only choose to hire prostitutes. Those who suffer from sores and bleeding The pus-sucking, hallucinogen-sucking bitch.”

"The desire for happiness...is also an original sin."

"Under this logic, no one is moral and everyone is guilty."

"You know, Jessica, you're highly educated."

He let go of Jessica's hand. Her face was already so red that she was about to bleed, and her eyeballs were bloodshot. The moment he let go, she inhaled violently, which resulted in a raging cough, and she fell into The ultimate pain.

Clay, he suddenly became furious.

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Inside the Sheriff's Observation Post.

Lister continued to Eugene: "This is the registration for entering the town. Clay returned to this place, his hometown, six months ago after a long period of escape."

Eugene still doesn't understand, but these information and records can't prove that Clay attacked so many innocent people. Even if his family has a legacy of superstition, it doesn't prove that he is a madman himself. He has no reason to do that.

"How can you be sure it's him?"

Eugene asked incomprehensibly.

Lister asked Eugene for a cigarette.

Eugene was a little surprised, he didn't expect that he still had this side.

Liszt held it in his mouth very skillfully, lit it with a match, hissed deeply, and held it between his thumb and index finger instead of his index and middle finger.

"Tourism Brochure."

"The murderer from more than twenty years ago."

"Clay's mother may be a normal person, so he has no childhood trauma. Except for that time when he took the blame for the son of a wealthy businessman, he has never committed any crime."

"His mother was assaulted by a murderer, and her body was cut into pieces by Ling Chi."

"White Rock Town's tourism promotion, some shops will sell souvenirs about the killer to make money."

"I think……"

"That pissed him off."

"We need to leave soon."

Liszt said as he smoked a quarter of the entire cigarette.

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A huge, deformed tree full of wriggling human bodies.

Clay.

He was almost crazy, his face was distorted, and he was almost roaring.

“Everyone with a higher education understands!”

"You understand too!"

"People's kindness, tolerance, friendship, and so-called morality have turned this barren land into a devil's paradise."

"The executioners are amusing themselves, the martyrs are wailing."

"Your kind, your alignment, make men slaves of slaves, water of the sewers."

"But it's not wrong, you know, you're totally right and totally noble, because this is the universe!"

"This evil feast with blood as spice and flavoring, this is the universe!"

"The poison of power makes the dictator's mind hot, but the people love this whip that makes people stupid."

"Watch carefully!"

Clay held Jessica's head with both hands and forced it to one side, making her look directly at the cursed tree rolling with countless twisted and twisted human bodies. Those people, even if there was no sound at all, felt Get the violent wailing of extreme sorrow and pain that endlessly merges into the body.

Jessica was forced to cry and stare at the big tree.

Clay's voice softened.

"this world."

"The most beautiful sound is silence."

"And the greatest illusion."

"Just innocent."

"Become one with them, Jessica, where you will feel the fullness of life, feel... the benevolent shepherd god, the ultimate grace of the extraordinary, the pupilless soul that encompasses everything in the universe. Green eyes, the mysterious saint from the stars.”

Craig was a little drunk.

But he was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Colin, here we come.