Latent Syndrome

Chapter 150 149. Coordinates

An isolated place far outside of North America.

The frozen soil that never melted, the wind and snow in the sky passed through the stands of withered white fir trees, and the cold whistling penetrated into her ears, causing her body, which was already faintly cold, to begin to lose temperature.

"Phew, I finally found the coordinates."

Hoshino Manatsu let out a long breath, and couldn't help but rub his arms even though he was wearing a snow suit. If he hadn't had good physical strength, he wouldn't have been able to survive in such a hellish place.

After numerous journeys and long journeys in deserted places, Hoshino Manatsu finally returned to the coordinates.

The location of the coordinates is random, and the location of the random stronghold is also random. It just happens that this time, it is in such a ghost place in the ice and snow.

For a moment, she was a little worried. She hadn't collected any useful information, and she had also wasted a bottle of extremely precious cerebral spinal fluid. Maybe she shouldn't come back.

Hoshino Manatsu didn't know what he was going to face later, but he still had to bite the bullet and slowly climbed down the mountain and came to an extremely empty tundra with only goose feathers and heavy snow flying.

It was a barren land of ice and snow, but when we got closer, after pushing aside the misty fog and wind and snow, a huge building stood out of thin air that did not belong to the architectural style of the current generation at all.

It was an extremely neat triangular octahedron. In terms of shape, it was like the bottoms of two pyramids connected together, with one of the sharp corners sinking deeply into the earth.

Each face is triangular, and the whole body is pitch black. The exterior texture is extremely primitive, with scratches eroded by endless years. Such a huge building does not even have a window.

Just the exposed part is hundreds of meters high, making Hoshino Manatsu look extremely small. Its majestic body stands there, and its level of danger can even wipe out people's curiosity, making people afraid to get close.

She hesitated for a while, but still walked forward firmly. The worst possible outcome would be death or being exiled to an unknown area.

An hour later.

In a small space inside the building, candles are placed on the ancient iron lamp holders on the wall, which are also the only lighting tools here, resulting in extremely dim light.

There are murals engraved on the surrounding walls. They are stone carvings carved by chisels. They are not fairy tales, nor any birds and beasts, nor even human beings.

Just some complicated and rough celestial phenomena, as well as various obscure and abstract symbols.

Hoshino Manatsu sat upright and reported what he saw and heard, everything he knew about the Countermeasure Bureau and SCT, and other information.

The person standing deep in the shadow was covered with a pitch-black hooded robe. In such weak light, it was impossible to see his specific face. All he could see was that the blood vessels wrapped in his chin were squirming. Maybe they were not blood vessels, but It's some kind of nematode that breeds inside.

"Remember, all we can do is observe, not change."

The voice of the burqa man was very strange, with a gurgling sound, which seemed to be caused by a lung tumor or other reasons.

"But hasn't it already changed from the first moment of intervention? Maybe just my appearance can cause huge changes, such as interfering with an important person and causing him to make other judgments in the future."

Hoshino Manatsu didn't understand. In fact, as the lowest-level investigator, she didn't even know what to observe.

But it's okay now. It doesn't sound like his report made him dissatisfied or anything, which is a good sign.

"You think you have changed something, but in fact it is an inevitable part."

“Every center is the edge of everything.”

"Every starting point is also the end point."

"Even the changes you are making are part of the observed inevitability, even if you fall into blind rage."

"I can't shake it either."

So said the burqa man.

Hoshino Manatsu has a big head. Even though Shen Shen Na Na doesn't understand what he is talking about, he always feels very eerie.

At this time, the man in the burka slowly raised his hand, and from the thick black cuffs, a fleshy hand made of nematodes grew vigorously. Hoshino Manatsu's scalp felt numb for a while.

Although she already knew about the so-called spells and magic, these people could conjure various things out of thin air, but she still had some resistance in her subconscious mind.

"Leave the thing to me."

The man in a burqa spread his hands that were covered with insects, and asked for an item.

"It's no longer in my hands."

"According to the priest's request, I can use it as a bargaining chip if necessary. I have already exchanged it as a bargaining chip to escape from trouble. Didn't you say that, no matter what, the coordinate position must not be exposed."

Hoshino Manatsu responded.

"In that case, I will take you to see the priest."

The burqa man pushed open the wooden door, held up his hand, and asked Hoshino Manatsu to follow.

She was a little reluctant because she had never seen a priest or had contact with some of the highest-ranking people, that is, these unknown creatures covered in burqas who could talk.

But she was under the control of others, so she had no choice but to obey.

After exiting the door, we came to an extremely deep corridor. Stone slabs polished with rough craftsmanship were spliced ​​irregularly on the ground. Simple kerosene lamps were lit in the narrow passages.

Following the burqa man, he turned left and right, going around and around, and came to an extremely spacious lobby.

Even in the pitch black where you can't see your fingers, the reason why you can tell how wide it is is because there is a majestic black iron gate more than ten meters high on the wall at the end. There are also astrological objects on the door made by pouring molten iron into the mold, as well as some abstract objects with unknown meanings. Stacked rings.

Thousands of candles of different sizes were placed on long iron bars on both sides of the door. The swaying firelight of those piles made the door infinitely mysterious and terrifying.

Hoshino Manatsu backed down, she didn't want to go in anyway, this was definitely a punishment.

"don’t worry."

"Even though the cerebral spinal fluid is a precious thing, its function is to give it to you to the right person at the right time."

"This is about destiny."

So said the burqa man.

Hoshino Manatsu was at a loss because there were countless people like him who were used for this so-called observation. Could it be that this was also one of the purposes of coordinates?

With the violent shaking sound, the black iron door made an extremely sharp and harsh friction sound, opening a narrow gap only for a single person to pass through, from which thick white mist filled the air. Under the candlelight, Even more profound.

She took a deep breath, knowing that she would not be able to escape today.

Hoshino Manatsu slowly walked into the crack of the door, becoming more and more frightened with every step forward, and sweat dripped from her forehead, until the white mist completely enveloped her and entered the space inside.

At this time, the iron gate slowly closed, completely isolating her from the outside world.

Damn...

She swallowed her throat and cursed in her mind. It was pitch black here, and there was a musky smell. She couldn't see her fingers, but she didn't dare to act rashly.

The priest who was revered as a god was now in the same space as himself.

Suddenly.

A voice appeared, that old voice was like a dying old woman.

"Who did you give it to? That person's name and appearance."

The old woman's voice penetrated the void, her voice was blurred and erratic, as if she was in another time and space.

Hoshino Manatsu answered truthfully without reservation.

After a long silence.

Hoshino Manatsu didn't dare to take a breath, for fear of encountering something unknown.

A long while.

"Is this so..."

"it is finally over."

That voice carried the desolation of eternity, and it seemed as if it had finally been freed from the long ago.

At the same time, a supreme power beyond the universe surged.

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Hoshino Manatsu woke up from his dream in a daze, not knowing whether it was a few seconds or centuries.

She only dreamed that she was crossing the sea, as if she was avoiding the pursuit of some extremely terrifying thing, and she could not recall any other details.

It was freezing cold and desolate all around.

The building has long since disappeared, and all that can be seen is the white snow. Next to it is the remains of a body that has been dead for who knows how long. It is covered with a pilgrim's red robe, and the necklace worn around the neck of the white bones is hanging. A brilliant ruby.

The more Hoshino Manatsu thought about it, the weirder it became, and his head hurt violently.

But her eyes still shone when she saw the necklace. This gem... she had never seen such a big one after being polished. It was definitely a rare treasure.

She pulled off the necklace. Although her head hurt badly, the top priority was to get out of this hellish place as soon as possible.

This time, the coordinates surprisingly lacked any instructions.

He seemed... free.