"Error... and horror?"
Nietzsche's eyes were a little dazed.
"It's the pollution of ghouls... After several confirmations, we finally discovered that when the deaths of ghouls pile up to a certain number, it will have an impact on the surrounding people... This may not necessarily have an effect, but there is no doubt that contact The deeper the person, or the darker the heart, the greater the probability of being affected..." Ryan rubbed his brows: "Hannibal is an ordinary person with complete birth and growth records and social relationships, but he turned into a corpse. Ghosts are also a fact, and there is no doubt that it is because of such pollution!”
"Polluter..." Nietzsche murmured in a low voice, understanding more about the abilities of extraordinary people. At the same time, he also understood that Mr. Andy from the grocery store was really not joking with him.
Even some ghouls that seem easy to deal with are too scary for ordinary people.
"I understand, how do I need to check?"
"Give me a drop of your blood!" Ryan said.
Nietzsche did as he was told, and soon a doctor walked out with a test tube.
"The verification time is very short, only ten minutes... Now we can talk about something else. I'm sorry about Vivian..." Ryan sighed: "Originally, I wanted to recruit her into the investigation department. …”
"Let's talk about ghouls. Hannibal who escaped seems to be different from ordinary ghouls..." Nietzsche said expressionlessly.
"Yes, it's very different... After the ghoul is killed, it will spread something around, bacteria, viruses... or some kind of pollution that we are not aware of... People affected by it will... The first change that occurs is the desire for flesh and blood, and the insatiable hunger, which is somewhat similar to a bulimia patient... And Hannibal has undoubtedly fully accepted this change, and has even become stronger!"
Ryan sighed: "Simon was the first to discover that something was wrong with me, and then the headquarters started targeted treatment... I became what you saw..."
"This look...can't really be considered a recovery..." Nietzsche was silent for a long time and looked at Ryan with pity.
"It's just diet therapy. It's much better than what I suffered before. You haven't seen the looks of my colleagues who failed the treatment... However, my doctor told me that when this disease is not completely cured, it will never be cured." From now on, I must control my gluttonous desire at all times, especially not eating meat. It is best to be a vegetarian... "
Ryan spread his palms.
"That's really... unfortunate!" Nietzsche thought of fried chicken, barbecue, and that delicious steak... Wait a minute, throw the damn steak aside, but the punishment of not being able to eat meat for the rest of your life is really too painful. .
"Sir!"
At this time, another person pushed the door in and it was Simon!
He was wearing a crisp uniform, his messy hair had been taken care of, and he looked much more energetic. At this time, he handed a report to Ryan: "There is nothing wrong with him! But now... I think there is something wrong with him again."
As he spoke, Nietzsche felt an extremely uncomfortable aura overflowing from Simon's body and rushing towards him.
Hiss!
Traces of black gas gathered, as if turning into a poisonous snake, opening its mouth to bite.
"Did he see it? He saw my identity as a Beyonder!"
I don't know why, but even though he was just getting started, Nietzsche felt that his perception and observation were extremely powerful, and he could even see the resentment in Simon's eyes.
Hiss!
A large number of black snakes instantly wrapped and entangled his whole body. Nietzsche's whole body was numb and he was immediately unable to move.
"What's wrong?"
Ryan, who was sitting opposite, didn't see anything and asked curiously.
"Great Sun Meditation Method!"
In an instant, as if reacting to the danger, Nietzsche seemed to see the hot desert and the sun hanging in the sky.
Zizzi!
The many black snakes wrapped around his body suddenly turned into smoke and quickly dissipated.
Simon exclaimed, took a step back, and two streaks of nosebleeds came out of his nose. It looked as if he had been punched hard in the face.
"Simon, what's going on?" Ryan shouted dissatisfied, and his voice became serious.
"As you can see... our little Nietzsche is already an extraordinary person!" Simon licked his lips.
"Really?" Ryan stared at Nietzsche: "What's going on?"
"Inside the base, Ryan can mobilize dozens of people with submachine guns to eliminate me at any time..."
Nietzsche's mind started working instantly, and he instinctively didn't want to reveal all his secrets: "It's... it's that oil painting!"
"What oil painting?"
"Vincent's oil painting of doom—Dream! Ever since Hannibal and I went to see it, I always felt like something entered my head, like a ball of fire..."
After receiving a lot of knowledge about extraordinary power from Gargamel, Angelila, and Andy's boss, Nietzsche has been able to smoothly weave a feasible lie.
"Vincent's oil paintings of doom? Did he leave seeds of power in some of his paintings?" Ryan touched his chin: "And some specific extraordinary seeds will only sprout when they meet the right person. … Perhaps, this is also the reason why you have not been contaminated by ghouls.”
"The pollution of ghouls is ineffective against extraordinary people?" Nietzsche immediately grasped the key point.
"No! It's just the power of extraordinary people that can better resist it..." Ryan explained: "So... Nietzsche, first of all, congratulations on your entering the extraordinary field. Next, are you still willing to join our Federal Investigation Agency?"
"Of course, it's my pleasure!" Nietzsche bowed slightly.
"Originally... all the new Beyonders have to go to training, but there are too many things going on in Kimbert City recently... we need to deal with them first!"
Ryan rubbed his eyebrows: "Go and prepare. If you don't understand anything, just ask Simon. I will go back with you later to deal with Hannibal and other special events..."
"Okay, boss!"
Nietzsche stepped out, followed by Simon.
The two walked to a corner, Simon snapped his fingers, and a layer of mist that only Nietzsche could see suddenly enveloped the surroundings.
"You definitely didn't get the power from dreams... it was the grocery store, right?" Simon said in a positive tone.
"No!" Nietzsche shook his head resolutely: "That's just a profiteer. I've been deceived enough!"
"Really?" Simon was a little skeptical. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but there was no flaw in Nietzsche's argument.
"Anyway, congratulations!" Simon's eyes were a little sinister. The aura of Nietzsche was the type he disliked the most.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first!"
Nietzsche smiled and took a few steps away, his palm touching the mist.
Bah!
Suddenly, the mist was like gasoline that encountered a flame, burning up instantly.
In his mind, Daddy Javier's grocery store has become a mysterious supply store, and naturally he doesn't want to share it with anyone.
…
"Should I say something...the wheel of fate has begun to turn slowly?"
In the grocery store, Fang Yuan was drinking hot cocoa leisurely, but his eyes seemed to see everything.
"The Great Sun Meditation Method is not as simple as it appears on the surface. Burn your spirit, burn yourself, burn your enemies, burn everything... If it were not such a quick method, how could you obtain enough to anger Omer when the Dark Sacrifice was completed? Where’s the power?”
He smiled lowly.
Although the sun and light have never been part of his system, using the Dream Dao Fruit to accommodate thousands of properties and develop a light ability is just childish.
However, being able to work for an outside god to customize it is an honor that not even one in the entire Yugecai clan can enjoy.
"After spending a little effort, you have to grow up smoothly and give me a little surprise..."
Fang Yuan smiled slightly and looked into the distance.
Through the void, he saw several more pictures.
…
In a sewer somewhere.
Candlelight illuminated the dining table. Hannibal was wearing a napkin and holding a knife and fork, as if he was enjoying his own candlelight dinner—if you ignored the surrounding environment that didn't really match.
Beside the dining table, there were several corpses lying dead, all of them mutilated.
After finishing the meal, Hannibal wiped his mouth with a white napkin like a gentleman, and fell to his knees as if he heard something.
"More...more fear, more meat..."
"Complete... Complete the feast of meat!"
"The Ancient One... will surely return, and all dark races can walk on the earth again!"
…
On the other side, a motorcade slowly drove into Jinbot City and stopped in front of an abandoned factory area.
"Quick, start unloading!"
Many bodyguards got out of the car, and under the orders of a white-haired butler-like figure, they moved many iron boxes into the factory.
"Okay, you all get out!"
The white-haired old housekeeper sent the others away and stroked the many iron boxes.
These boxes are all long and thick, and they look like... coffins
boom!
He pried open one, and inside was a girl of about twenty years old, with fair skin and slightly closed eyes.
At this time, his brows moved slightly, as if he was about to wake up in the next second.
Seeing this, a hint of joy appeared on the old housekeeper's face, a dagger appeared in his hand, and he stabbed it hard!
puff!
Blood splatters!
After a while, he opened another iron coffin, which was filled with a layer of pitch-black soil. The old butler dripped the blood from the tip of the dagger while still murmuring: "The evil spirits wandering in the darkness, chasing the scarlet... Predator, wake up... In order to pay tribute to the dark gods, start the blood ritual!"
In the midst of the muttering, the iron coffins suddenly changed and made many sounds.
The withered palms seemed to have broken free of the last shackles and finally broke out of the ground!