Latent Syndrome

Chapter 331 330. Stargazer

"I once shot a guy through the head with a gun, in the side."

"The incredible thing is that the man is not dead. I am very sure that the man's brain is completely mangled."

"But he didn't die. He stood and didn't fall down until seven or eight seconds later."

"I think I discovered the truth."

"Human consciousness is separated from the body."

"I read some academic research. The soul and memory are all chemicals in synapses. These are tiny proteins called brain peptides."

"Everything depends on the type, quantity, sequence and spatial structure of brain peptide amino acids."

"I always felt like something was wrong. There was always something wrong anyway."

"But all the information is so real. Memory proteins are extracted from the brains of trained bees and transplanted into the brains of untrained bees. Then these bees can fly every day as if they have been trained. Dining in designated hives.”

"I always felt that something was missing, so I kept killing people, accurately and efficiently. I just wanted to confirm that expression, the natural reaction of the body within a limited time after the brain was completely destroyed."

"But I haven't met anyone for a long time who can survive for seven or eight seconds after the brain is penetrated. This must be my problem."

"The brain must be destroyed in an instant without any extra steps. I kept continuing and improving, and my technique became more and more sophisticated. At the beginning, it was two seconds, five seconds, or even ten seconds."

"Finally, I have reached the ultimate."

"If I kill the assistant next to you now, her brain will completely fail."

"But she survived for thirty-three seconds."

boom……

The iron plate holding the coffee cup fell to the ground with a clang, making a clanging sound of gold and stone.

Twenty-two destruction zones.

Inland sea.

The strong winds were blowing hard, causing waves as dark as stagnant water to hit the rocks and crush themselves in an endless stream.

Following the two green snake lightnings, it was like a doomsday thunderbolt lighting up the lighthouse standing on the huge rock on the coast, and the corrosive acid rain made a fragmented and wild sound.

Through the mottled lighthouse window, half of a human face is reflected. The short hair combed back stands like a steel needle, with a few messy strands floating in front of the forehead. The face is unremarkable, so ordinary that it is even terrifying. To the point where, even if those dark eyes are looking at the person in front of them, it just feels like they are looking somewhere else.

The sound of waves continued in the reception room on the upper floor of the lighthouse.

"Feel sorry……"

The female assistant tidied up the mess on the floor in panic, saying that she would prepare it again immediately. She could no longer stand the depression in the room. Even if the broken glass of the cup scratched her hand and blood oozed out, she didn't care. She quickly finished cleaning up, picked up the plate and left. Room.

Only the guests who arrived after a long journey and the owner of the lighthouse were left.

This lighthouse, which was cast in the 15th century, has survived for five to six hundred years. The stone walls and furnishings in the room are extremely primitive. There is even a rusty iron base carrying a torch on the wall, but it has long since lost its function. The iron gate The sodium lamp emits a faint ghostly light, providing illumination here.

Chainsaw heard that there was a stargazer here, who understood the mysteries of the universe, and knew that the past, present, and future possessed a large part of the so-called original true page.

"Thirty-three seconds."

"It's really magical."

“It seems like nothing escapes this number.”

"There is indeed something wrong. I am very curious. After the brain was completely destroyed, for so long, even more than half a minute, what happened..."

"What kind of state is it exactly?"

Rhodes asked calmly, not afraid of this doomsday master-like figure, a large violent group spanning multiple destruction zones, and the supreme leader of the Salvation Army.

"It seems that rumors are just rumors after all."

"You are not a god."

"I noticed something was wrong, and after I reached this extreme, I finally found the problem."

"Brain peptides, amino acids, are indeed the carriers of memory."

"Things like electronic data, binary code symbols."

"There must be..."

Chainsaw was a little short of words, and I was stuck for a moment. I couldn't find the right words in my mind.

Rhodes added for him.

"Things used to recognize and decode these data."

“That’s the essence of being human.”

"Is that what you mean?"

Rhodes said calmly.

His reminder made Chain Saw's thoughts become clear again. Perhaps he was too closely connected with the abyss and was about to hit the bottom. There was some great force preventing him from breaking through the shackles of 3.

"Yes, you are right, Stargazer."

"That theory is simply unconvincing. This kind of transcendence, something was injected into the brain in the infant stage... no, even in the embryo, or even earlier, long before that."

"It is a wonderful form that transcends time and space. It cannot be thought of in categories such as cause and effect, attributes, existence, and non-existence."

"It's like nothing... nothing can be called nothing only relative to something."

"Nothing is truly nothing. This consciousness, this spirit, is everywhere."

Suddenly, the chain saw's breathing became a little rapid, a little crazy, and as a thunder suddenly appeared, through the white ordinary shirt, the traces of the backlash of the strange phenomenon could be seen, the iron pieces, thorns, and blood scales were all spreading and growing.

"It's like cosmic consciousness."

“We are all parts that have been ripped out of the abyss.”

"And we always have to come back to it."

"This is abyss syndrome."

Chainsaw said this, as if he was over-drinking. His hands were seriously unsteady and shaking when he took anything. He reluctantly took the coffee that the female assistant handed him again.

In today's world, coffee beans are even rarer than canned fruits. Perhaps it was the long-lost injection of caffeine that made him exhale a long and extremely sickly breath. He looked out the window at the raging waves of the inland sea and the lightning, feeling a little paranoid. Frightened, but also ulterior, secretly excited.

Like tearing off a scab from a wound.

"You haven't gotten to the point yet."

"These things are reflected on the faces of the dead."

"Please tell me, what kind of expression is that?"

Rhodes asked.

Chainsaw shrank back like a frightened bird, as if he was a little scared.

"I killed them."

"They are indeed dead."

"Brain peptides, amino acids, whatever, they no longer exist."

"abyss."

"I call him the Abyss, and within thirty-three seconds, the Abyss will rise up, out of darkness, out of nothingness, out of chaos."

"Stare at me."

"I can only keep pursuing."

"Ongoing……"

"Ongoing……"

As if he was in the dead of winter, the shivering Chainsaw took a blanket from the sofa and covered himself. The temperature around him seemed to be different from that of Rhodes, and his breath was filled with white heat mist.

"So have you arrived?"

Rhodes asked.

"That's exactly why I came to you."