Latent Syndrome

Chapter 10 10. Clues

The Xiusk District was rated as the worst area for public security in Los Angeles.

The poor and dilapidated streets have lost their former glory, and the windows of high-rise buildings have been shattered.

Gray hid in a high-rise residential building that had been abandoned all year round. Occasionally, homeless people's bedding could be seen, as well as household garbage scattered here and there.

She stopped on a floor with a wide enough view and used her binoculars to observe the abandoned church below.

Testicular Cancer Support Group, what a funny, stupid title for a criminal.

But Gray had an extremely ominous premonition, like a joke that made everyone laugh, but only she didn't know the answer.

She finally had clues about the bombing in the Central Business District. In the conversation between the two, she mentioned that the perpetrator was not a member of Di Biao's organization, but a puppet controlled by Di Biao.

Gray sent the message to Eugene and asked them to investigate. Time is getting tighter and tighter. SCT's actions are getting bigger and bigger, and these people must be able to play their role.

And she will continue to monitor Di Biao's movements here, and at the same time seek help from the top of the Countermeasures Bureau, hoping that they can send ace agents to eliminate Di Biao.

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Montgomery District.

Yellow taxis were passing by on the road, and the continuous drizzle of an unusually gloomy spring was chilling to the bones.

Colin learned a desperate fact from Eugene. People with latent syndrome do not live long.

Such people are always approaching the truth of infinite chaos. The deeper their connection with the truth, the closer they get to madness.

Until he completely fell into the endless riots, became one with the illusion, turned into a monster, and died violently.

It is an unreasonable world that cannot be touched by rational people and cannot be solved by crazy people.

Perhaps it was in the early stages of latent syndrome, but Colin had no serious problems except occasional headaches and dizziness.

"Suffering from latent abyss syndrome...what exactly does it look like?"

Colin exhaled a long puff of smoke. If it was really like what Eugene said, then this was his life, and it was ending every second.

"You will feel like you are falling..."

"It feels like a knife, and you realize that even though you've been through so many weird and painful things, there's still so much untapped potential for injury."

Eugene said it lightly.

"What do you do when you have nothing to do?"

Eugene tightened his clothes and felt a little cold. Most patients with Abyssal Syndrome were not as powerful as monsters and still only had the physical strength of ordinary people.

"Internet, massage, fishing, etc."

Colin indeed has no elegant hobbies such as painting and photography.

"It is indeed what a decadent uncle would do."

At this time, Eugene's cell phone received a message, which was sent by Gray.

"Damn, we've got our hands full."

Eugene's expression became unusually solemn.

After one day of contact with her, Colin discovered that she was an optimistic young man who must be involved in some important event.

"Shouldn't we be facing off against SCT?"

He could only guess this way.

"That's true. Are you ready to die?"

Eugene shrugged and lamented that Colin was really unlucky and chose the worst time to enter Section 11 before he had time to live a good life.

"What happens if you disobey orders?"

Colin asked tentatively.

"Isn't it all the same result? Choose the way you like to die. At least I'm on the side of the Countermeasures Bureau now."

Eugene got into the driver's seat of the off-road pickup truck.

Colin hesitated for a moment.

"I won't die that easily." Colin sat in the car and added: "At least I won't die on something meaningless."

Colin's life depends on going back in time, although this is an ability that is not very controllable.

"hope so."

Eugene smiled and drove the vehicle towards a factory.

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Noon on the third day.

According to the clues provided by Gray, the bombing in the Central Business District was not indiscriminate, but a premeditated revenge crime.

One of them was related to an industrial accident. The center of the explosion was the headquarters of the industrial group company to which the factory belonged. The perpetrator was likely to be a veteran.

But when Colin and the two looked through the documents, they found that there were dozens of factories owned by this company, and there were thousands of case files on work-related injuries, large and small, and the documents could pile up into several hills.

The appeal documents of these people all failed without exception. They were all explained as operating errors or not wearing protective equipment. Most of them did not pay any fees. Only a few of them paid their normal salary during the medical treatment, but did not pay for the medical treatment. cost.

If you want to prevent this person from committing subsequent crimes, you must first investigate who he is. Even if you know, the chance of finding him is low, but it is better than being aimless like a headless fly.

After investigating all work-related accidents through the key clue of veterans, after two days of searching, we finally located the last steelmaking plant.

Eugene drove for nearly an hour before arriving at the industrial area outside the Los Angeles metropolitan area.

Due to the economic depression, many light industrial consumer goods factories have closed down and stopped production. There are few people in the industrial area.

However, although the heavy industry that is just needed is no longer what it used to be, it still maintains some vitality.

What surprised Colin was that, perhaps because he wanted to communicate with others, Eugene did not wear her fancy riveted leather jacket today, nor did she put on smoky gothic eye makeup. Her dark green hair was tied into a ponytail with tattoos. Covered by long sleeves, she looks completely different from before. If she does a casual dance and posts it on the video platform, she will receive wild praises from otakus.

"The look in your eyes is disgusting, uncle."

Eugene put out the cigarette butt and stamped it out completely with his boot.

"Is that a defense mechanism of yours? When you meet people you don't trust, or people with latent syndrome, you turn into a punk youth."

Colin has become accustomed to Eugene's various sarcasm these days.

"Can you please shut up, Mr. Colin?"

Eugene laughed angrily.

Without saying anything else, Colin took out the stainless steel flask from the sandwich pocket of his black woolen jacket and took a sip of whiskey.

In addition to the ID of the Countermeasures Bureau, the two of them also had the official ID of the Los Angeles Police Department, because ordinary citizens did not accept the tactics of the Countermeasures Bureau, even though the ID of the Countermeasures Bureau had the highest priority in all official systems.

They showed their certificates and entered the steelmaking plant. After questioning many managers, they found no results. They did not want to expose some scandals and put pressure on the factory. Except for questions that could not be answered vaguely, they forgot everything they could say they had forgotten.

Finally, they found a worker who was also a veteran. According to probability theory, he might be a comrade-in-arms with the perpetrator.

But he looked no different from other workers. Perhaps the long hours of labor had bent the backbone that once belonged to a sergeant, but there was still a sense of perseverance in his eyes.

"I knew you would find this."

The retired sergeant took off his protective hat and looked a little sad.

When Colin heard this, his mood, which had been agitated for the past few days, stabilized a little. He knew that this was the person who would bring out the breakthrough clue.

"Listening to what you said, you seem to know something."

A big stone fell in Eugene's heart. Although she did not want to take on this heavy responsibility that did not belong to her, if she did not do things effectively, she would lose many innocent lives.

"Ah... I really miss it. We all fought for the Freedom Alliance and stayed in the same trenches."

He told all about Cohen.