Latent Syndrome

Chapter 60 60. Ancient times

Two days later.

St. George District.

The second floor of a public psychiatric clinic.

The light obscured by the dense leaves penetrates into the blinds to form a blur of light, and the extremely bleak rustling of the leaves can be heard.

Irina always wears a black shirt and a white coat. Although she is not fat at all, she still has to wear large-sized shirts for some reasons.

"With such a deep scar, laser surgery shouldn't be able to remove it. You might want to consider skin grafting."

Irina suggested, stroking her interlocked fingers and thumbs, her eyes slightly evasive.

"No, that gives me a good hint."

"No matter how you use evil and violence to disguise yourself as a madman."

"When his mask is torn off in blood, he is only a mortal body."

Colin couldn't find the ashtray. When he saw a bottle of almost drunk drink, he turned a finger into a razor and cut off the top half of the plastic bottle to use as an ashtray.

He took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his arms, shook one out, lit it and took a deep hiss.

"I'm here to say goodbye to you this time."

"Thank you very much for your fruitless psychological consultations, which made no difference at all."

"But you are very responsible for your work, and I think it is still necessary to express my gratitude."

Colin dusted the cigarette ashes into a plastic bottle, filling the room with smoke.

"You really don't seem to need psychological counseling now."

"Can you tell me what happened? I'm curious."

Irina had never seen anything like this before. She didn't even recognize him when he came in. He was completely different.

"You don't want to hear it."

"only……"

"Suddenly I discovered something."

"Do you know why the human eye is better at detecting shades in green than in other colors?"

Colin took a deep breath of smoke.

"I also know something about spectroscopy and genetics. In primitive societies, in order to better catch prey in the forest and detect danger, genes that are not highly sensitive to green are being continued. Knocked out.”

Irina replied calmly.

"You're really smart, Irina."

"Yes."

"These genes have been passed down from ancient times."

"Rage, adrenaline, fighting instinct."

"And fear."

"It's all so wonderful... so wonderful that it touches people's souls and brains."

“Fear produces transmitters in the brain.”

"This strong fragrance attracts predators."

"It's like a game of cards. Once someone finds out that his hand is bad, he's out of the game."

Colin took a deep puff of his cigarette and dusted off the ashes.

He put a pair of blood-red round sunglasses on the table and handed them to Irina. This thing seemed to be unable to be destroyed by anything. It contained a power. It must be the man's token. He gave it to her to study and then use it. Well, this is a farewell gift.

"I don't understand, what does this have to do with you."

Irina asked.

Colin stood up and threw the cigarette butt into the plastic bottle containing the red drink. The burning cigarette butt was put out with a refreshing hiss.

“In the end, I became what I feared, and that’s how I responded to it.”

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(Volume 1·Harvest Day·End)