Latent Syndrome

Chapter 330 329. Fooling

"etc."

"He seems to have little intelligence."

"We might be able to use him."

A hint of cunning flashed across Maggie's beautiful face.

Although bullying the mentally retarded is not recognized in mainstream society, the symbolic world is not just mainstream society, but also contains many invisible rules.

Obtaining the same pleasure as a graduate student or doctorate from people with even lower intelligence is something everyone is doing, otherwise it would not be spread as a derogatory term in all conversations.

The reason is because.

Mental retardation makes people feel good.

Instinctively.

At least that's what Maggie thinks, in these post-apocalyptic days, when there's so little entertainment, this guy can play tricks on him.

The sword scroll spreading from Colin's hand stopped, and when he saw the weird man twitching and vomiting blood on the ground, it was absolutely false.

"never mind."

"I don't need this help."

Ke Lin showed no mercy at all, and the sword flew away, about to cut Modo into pieces by Ling Chi.

"If you kill him."

"Then you are in the world created by Di Bong."

Maggie suddenly said this.

As she expected, Colin stopped and the sword did not go any further.

"tell me the story."

Colin wanted to review Maggie's progress. During this time, she had tried countless ways to escape, both noble and despicable. In the end, she still put her hope in her speaking skills.

Let’s see what new words she has this time.

"Obviously, this is an imbecile."

"Everything you do is also controlled by others, such as the two robbers you just killed."

"In the previous world, many people did not have criminal ability, such as mental illness and mental retardation. This guy is a genuine imbecile."

"If you kill him, then you are committing a crime and successfully integrated into the world created by Di Bong."

"If you think about it, Di Wei's strange words represent a world that has gotten rid of all invisible rules and only speaks based on... mental strength."

"This imbecile is living very well now. He can kill anyone who insults him and disrespects him. Through the abyss, his value is higher than others and is terrifying."

"If you kill him, you are the same person."

"Just hypocritical guys, the same kind as Di Bong."

Maggie said this, but she actually wanted Modo to join in. She could control him and see if she could think of a way. When Colin wasn't paying attention, just let him pester Colin for a minute or two. , you can use the chariot suggestion to ride a motorcycle into the sea, unimpeded, and go anywhere in this wasteland.

"So you want to say."

"Di Wei helped these people who didn't get any respect before. He was doing a good deed."

"Creating a utopia for monsters."

Colin found it very interesting.

"Oh, monster, your wording is very dangerous."

"Let me think about it, a stockbroker, a noble upper class person who owns two properties in Los Angeles where land is very valuable."

"No wonder you would help the Countermeasures Bureau. You are disgustingly hypocritical, Mr. Colin."

"Monster Utopia..."

"Perhaps this is indeed the case. Mr. Colin can no longer wear a Patek Philippe and finish a sip of coffee in the office while browsing current affairs news on the Internet and laughing."

Maggie was a little at a loss for words, but she spared no effort in mocking.

Colin did not retract his sword, but he did lose some of his interest in killing. He walked lamely in front of Modo, and then pressed a boot against his torso, making him unable to move.

"You ate so many people passing by."

"What do they smell like."

Although Colin felt like he couldn't get anything out of the question, he was just passing the time. Maybe sometimes, things that wise men can't understand will be implemented by some simple-minded guys.

Otherwise, this guy who couldn't even use visions wouldn't be so powerful. Modo was struggling fiercely, and even Colin had to put some effort on the soles of his boots to step on him.

Colin, the abuser, frightened him.

"monkey."

"They're all monkeys."

"Monkeys are terrible to eat."

The ugly face clung to the ground and became even more deformed.

Colin was confused, monkey?

"look."

"This is like something a normal person would do, bullying a mentally retarded person."

"Welcome back to civilized society."

Maggie clapped her hands. Colin's strictness and sanctimony made her feel quite boring during this period.

"Whatever you say."

Colin thought, finally understanding what this fool said, did he mistake those people for monkeys? How can this be?

But thinking about it carefully, with his intelligence, most of the robbers wouldn't be able to recognize him after skinning them and taking them apart.

"What's your hint?"

Colin continued to question Modo.

However, this problem was too complicated for Modo, and he just continued to beg for mercy with a stupid look on his face.

Maggie came closer, so straight men and mentally retarded people are about the same, they can't even entertain children.

"What's your name?"

Maggie asked with a smile.

Her ice-colored hair and the deer antlers tattooed on her neck made her look unique, and her facial features were so delicate that Colin once thought she was the highest-ranking street girl in Monterey County.

Seemingly feeling a little ashamed of himself, or feeling the contempt, disgust and resistance he had received long before the Doomsday, Modo buried his head on the ground and spoke dullly.

"Modo."

He answered succinctly.

"How old are you this year?"

Maggie starts the household check mode. How old should she be? There are no wrinkles or anything like that, but the skin is very rough. He may be thirty or forty years old.

"You are bad people."

"I won't tell."

Modo thought he was very tough-talking.

"No."

"Those two are the bad guys."

"I have delicious food here."

Maggie said, taking out a can of meat from the package tied to the motorcycle. Then she thought about it, maybe canned fruit would be more suitable, so she took five cans, ready to make the fool happy.

"Stop bullying the kids, please, please, please take your feet off me, Mr. Upper Class."

Maggie gained the upper hand in the previous argument and began to push further.

"That's what you said."

"Then he went crazy and wanted to do something to you."

"I don't care."

"When I passed by a camp before, someone secretly told me that he wanted to buy you for thirty rounds of bullets."

"You're the best, Maggie."

"are you sure?"

Colin didn't care at all. He wanted to find the Salvation Army, but he could always find it on the road, so he wasn't in a hurry.

At this point, Maggie hesitated a little, but as if to prove something, she still insisted on what she just said.

Colin was speechless and released his foot from Modo. Even though he said that, if this weirdo got angry, he would still be killed on the spot.

What Colin didn't expect was.

Modo's mental retardation problem was beyond imagination. Looking at several canned fruits, his eyes widened and he even remembered to swallow his saliva. However, the scene was really unbearable.

"You are good people."

"They are bad people."

"They made Modo eat dead monkeys."

Mo Duo was so happy that he put his dirty hands directly into the inside of the juice-filled lychee can, making it very dirty. He put it in his mouth and swallowed it without spitting out the core.

Natural fruit sweets will totally win you over.

Maggie thought about how to maximize the benefits and make the most of this fool.

Colin leaned on the motorcycle seat and looked at the hazy sky with extremely complicated emotions.

Wait until the weirdo eats all the cans.

"alright."

"We should go."

Colin reminded Maggie as he sat on the motorcycle and started the engine.

Unexpectedly, what Modo said next was like a bolt from the blue.

"You can't go there."

"There are very bad people."

"them……"

Modo's vocabulary was really sparse, so he had to gesture with his hands, take something like a water pipe from the roadside, and put it over his head.

"You mean."

"The people there will extract something from people's brains?"

Colin barely recognized what it meant, because the technique was somewhat familiar.

Modo nodded quickly.