Latent Syndrome

Chapter 399 398. Archeology of Truth

Pluto readily rejected Luca's proposal.

Whether it is the dying boy brought by Luca or himself, there is madness at the end of the century.

It's just what Pluto calls it.

Because his era has completely passed. He once worked under Di Biao for a period of time and saw too many powerful infected people in Luo City.

The so-called human beings can defeat monsters is a complete joke.

"There is radiation on the surface."

"Walking around in a chemical protective suit is basically the same as dying."

Yes.

Pluto doesn't care about sin, redemption, or apocalypse.

He is a complete pragmatist. Only what is practical is correct. This is the truth. No matter what the situation, he will make the most practical decision.

"That's right."

"I'm just asking you to die."

"Radiation won't kill you too quickly."

"And I will end you only before the next minute hand completes one revolution."

Luca spoke calmly and made an offer that Pluto could not refuse.

Therefore.

He is human, the strongest human being.

Luca thought this way, compared to the living dead who had given up so much and even fear no longer existed like him, people like him had already turned into undead when they became madmen.

Next, there are a few things that need to be done.

Only a third of it is done now.

"this is the last time."

"Ghana."

"I need you to help me find someone."

"And this time...you are certain to die."

"I need you to have the thought of death to complete this last thing."

"This is your last suffering. As long as you complete it, you will be free."

"Get out of this hell we find ourselves in."

"After this, I will go back to the air raid shelter in the third destruction zone and hand your sister over to the Countermeasures Bureau headquarters, where she will be better protected."

Luca squatted down and combed Garner's messy hair with his long stick-insect fingers. Garner would die in two hours at most. Instead of dying like this, he should die in a more valuable way.

During this period of control, Garner has long known his ending. Only for the extremely slim glimmer of hope, he will complete Luka's various arrangements without any hesitation, without any doubt, even if Knowing that he would die miserably, he remained fearless and unwavering.

Although he had already made such preparations, at the last minute, Garner still hesitated because he was not sure whether everything he had sacrificed would get the rewards he deserved.

At this time, he was completely disabled, and his body could not even tremble. There was a faint smell of decay, and only his eyelids were still twitching.

"I swear on my soul."

Luka said calmly.

Despair flashed in Garner's eyes, and Luka understood that it was not that he refused, but that he accepted the fact that he would die soon.

Subsequently, Luca expelled the air from the monster's brain fluid syringe and injected the maximum dose into Garner's body, providing him with his last vitality.

Slowly, Ghana's fingers were able to twitch, and then Luka poured the pure power of the abyss into it.

Suddenly.

Garner's thoughts flew across this vast soil full of sin, this miserable world that was burned to nothing but embers.

Even Pluto frowned.

Even in his lifetime.

I have never heard such a hoarse and pitiful scream, as if the soul is vomiting out of the mouth.

Finally he found the person Luka was looking for.

at the same time.

His thoughts finally stopped in the third destruction zone, the Salvation Army air raid shelter.

Damon.

The first branch agent named Damon lost his mind when fighting SCT. Under Luca's control, he was implanted with violent thoughts and became a fighting machine that could only obey orders.

His family is his final anchor in this world.

After the Doomsday, all his old friends were killed, his faith collapsed, and he became a madman along with the people of the Salvation Army. But after Luca returned, two equally profound and equally depressing voices kept lingering in his mind.

This invisible pressure of self-torture.

No one, no matter how strong they are, can resist the erosion of the abyss.

And now, he was finally crushed by the violent torment and transformed into a mindless, chaotic beast.

Indulging in motives unknown to man.

After slaughtering everything around him, driven by a kind of primitive hunger, he even ate his own brain, and a pouch grew in his skull, with an abyss flowing inside.

Garner's sister hid in a safe house with supplies inside. She spent the whole day in fear, hoping that Garner could go back soon.

Damon, who had been reduced to a blood beast, has not left yet, wandering around the surrounding area, sometimes crashing into the heavy gate of her safe house, but due to lack of wisdom, he will leave quickly.

What goes around comes around.

As Garner's body suddenly lost strength, his head drooped sideways. He completely stopped breathing and lost all vital signs.

He is dead.

And Luca already got the answer he wanted.

However, he had no intention of going to the dugout in Zone 3, which was not all the right steps.

Luca already had nothing left.

He has already sacrificed the soul that he used to betray.

He's going to look for it next.

SCT's Most Wanted.

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The first destruction zone.

The former site of Liberty City.

Speakeasy.

No one here has dared to disturb its peace, not even the most powerful infected organization, the Salvation Army, or anything else.

Because here there is the protection of the Countermeasures Bureau, the protection of the most powerful person, the shadow. Although he has only appeared once, that is enough.

The Countermeasures Bureau is at the end, protecting everyone within its power and ability.

And all those who are lucky enough to arrive here will never be let go, and those infected who arrive here will only die.

So the last refuge thing didn’t spread.

This became the last piece of pure land.

The underground tavern was extremely lively. This was a rare sight in the wasteland. A bunch of people were talking and laughing together and drinking. This was something that no one dared to imagine.

The reason why the atmosphere is so high today is that there is a knowledgeable scholar present who can answer almost all people's questions.

In a world without any entertainment activities, they are unusually interested in many unknown things, but the way they ask questions is very weird.

"Well...absolute truth exists."

"But there is no ladder in the physical universe that can be climbed to where it is."

A scholar with a broken hand and a rough-textured mechanical arm answered these people's questions.

"etc……"

"I know the truth, physical formulas, formulas don't lie, F=MA, this is the truth."

"Your main job is just... archaeologist."

"As we all know, archaeologists are not intellectuals."

A big man covered in tattoos retorted.

"Awesome brother, you are the real rocket expert! What does this mean? Does it mean mother fucker, hahaha."

Several people around the big man echoed, for them the second law is the language of the outer sky.

Academics don’t care.

"Not necessarily. There are many factors that have not been taken into account."

"The only meaning of this formula is to specify what each symbol represents and the connection between them."

"I don't think about the calculation method, just use it directly."

The man with the mechanical arm said calmly.

"Damn, what the hell is the algorithm?"

"math."

"Sorry, please stop, I'm allergic to math."

A ruffian said.

The scholar nodded and skipped this link.

"Math doesn't have all the ingredients either."

"It only considers what relationship is used to connect F, M, and A, and then draws an = sign."

“I don’t know what the symbol equals means, so I just took it and used it.”

The man with the mechanical arm continued.

But everyone has lost interest.

No one is crazy enough to want to know what it means, and these empty words mean nothing if asked.

Only a hunchbacked man appeared silently and asked.

"equal."

"What is it?"

Luka asked.

"The answer is already in your question."

"yes……"

“Nobody knows what ‘is’ is.”

"We've reached a point where we can't discuss it."

The man with the mechanical arm replied calmly.

"Physics, mathematics, logic."

"Nothing can solve this problem."

"Can archeology...be solved?"