On an island.
In a certain jungle, there were a large number of fortifications, and there was a sudden noise in a secret room at the core.
Tap!
The sound of hurried footsteps came, and the long-dusted door opened.
Immediately, they saw Barton, naked, crawling out of a giant eggshell.
"Did you die again?"
Barton took the towel expressionlessly and began to wipe the mucus off his body: "What time is it now? When was the last time I came?"
"Director, the last time you came to leave a memory was in the 400th year of the Black Iron Calendar. Now it is the 401st year of the Black Iron Calendar, the month of Aries..."
Several members of the Investigation Division answered respectfully.
"It seems I died again..."
Barton's face was expressionless: "Where did I go?"
"According to the latest contact information, we are preparing to go to deal with the dark ritual in Kimbert City... But..."
Just as these members were stammering in their descriptions, several rapid alarms suddenly sounded.
"Has another adult's egg awakened?"
The remaining members opened their mouths: "Did the headquarters of the Investigation Division be attacked this time?"
"Compared to that, I'm more interested in the Dark Ritual in Kimbert City..." Barton got dressed, walked outside, and saw several other senior investigators: "Gentlemen... we are in trouble, but in Before that, let’s go together for examination and treatment…”
…
"Weird ability!"
Fang Yuan's vision was far-reaching. He had seen this place a long time ago and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's not resurrection, but a method similar to cloning and memory copying, storage and transfer. Is this achieved through extraordinary means? It can also be considered a low-end version. Reborn..."
In fact, the real Barton has died countless times.
Those who survived after that were his clones and the memories that were copied from him.
Although it is just a copy, when the original one disappears completely, what remains will naturally be the only authentic one.
Of course, with Fang Yuan's ability, it would be easy for Barton to be completely destroyed.
For example... if a certain terrifying imprint is planted in his memory, no matter which copy gets the memory reborn, it will immediately encounter misfortune and eventually be destroyed!
"But... this little miscellaneous fish is not even interested in killing it a second time..."
Fang Yuan shook his head and snapped his fingers.
Tap!
Along with the sound of footsteps, many zombie-like investigators appeared behind him.
"Go!"
If you want to cause trouble for the Investigation Department, the previous ones are just an appetizer.
The real-life version of Resident Evil is the real meal!
"Maybe... there's a little easter egg!"
Looking at Barton's mutilated body on the ground, Fang Yuan smiled, and a vine pierced directly into the body.
Click! Click!
With a heart-wrenching sound, those vines were like poisonous snakes, shattering and devouring Barton's original bones, and replacing his original bones, he stood up staggeringly and turned into a half-human, half-plant monster. .
"I hope you can be more decisive when killing the monster your body has turned into..."
Fang Yuan was slightly expecting the tunnel to disappear into the void.
…
Kimbert City, outside the haunted house.
A group of men in black arrived quietly and successfully completed the blockade.
"The first group, break in!"
Ryan was silent for a long time before finally issuing an order.
Bang bang!
A team of men in black climbed in through the window, equipped with enchanted bullets, voodoo dolls and other extraordinary items.
"Second Group!"
"The third group!"
…
It didn’t take long for various feedbacks to come in:
“The back garden is normal!”
"The corridor is normal!"
“The living room is normal!”
"No trace of enemy or struggle found!"
"Seal the study! Come with me!" Ryan took a deep breath and walked into Robert's haunted house through the door with his two extraordinary men.
"Haha... just relax!" Simon crossed his arms, followed by two soul-returning corpses wearing black cloaks, but he was very relaxed: "The extraordinary seeds of dreams have been absorbed by Nietzsche. Even if there are some remaining, they will not Extremely powerful…”
"This is not necessarily true, not to mention, that oil painting can wipe out all the original residents of this mansion..." Ryan looked solemn. Before coming to the study, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door with both hands.
Squeak!
The door to the study room was opened, revealing everything behind it.
There are many bookshelves, and the light and shadow are mottled.
Everything seemed to be the same as before, and Nietzsche couldn't help but feel in a trance.
"That's it, Dream!"
Immediately, Simon's voice came over.
Nietzsche regained his energy, patted his face, and saw the oil painting on the wall.
"Okay... It seems that boss Andy really painted a fake painting to deceive people... But why do both of them feel so real to me?" He couldn't figure it out very much, and suddenly, there seemed to be another connection. Thunder and lightning struck the sea of consciousness: "No... It should be said that the fake products in that grocery store feel even more terrifying!"
"Simon!" Ryan winked.
Simon signaled, and a resurrected corpse immediately stepped forward, covered the oil painting with a piece of black cloth, and took it down.
"all the best!"
Simon grinned: "Let me just say...it has been auctioned so many times, how come there were no problems before?"
"Okay, let your servants take it out. Be careful all the way. Let's go back to the base!" Ryan didn't dare to be careless.
The group of people walked out of the study and came to the door.
"It seems... a little too smooth?"
Nietzsche thought silently in his heart. When this idea emerged, the fireball in his head suddenly expanded, emitting scorching power.
"Ah!" He couldn't help but cover his eyes, feeling as if he was covering two stoves!
"Nietzsche, what's going on?"
Simon came over and stretched out his palm with concern, wanting to pat him on the shoulder.
But in Nietzsche's bloodshot eyes, the flesh and blood on this palm continued to fall off, and finally only the bones remained.
"What's wrong, Nietzsche?" Ryan looked over with concern, the skin and flesh on his face falling off piece by piece, like a burning oil painting.
"ah!!!"
Nietzsche screamed, his hands burning with flames, and he suddenly grabbed Simon and Ryan.
raging!
Golden flames spread from his body, igniting the two monsters and turning them into torches.
In an instant, the surrounding environment changed again.
Nietzsche found himself back in his study, but no one was around.
On the opposite wall, half of Ryan's body had been sucked into the oil painting, and Simon was completely missing.
"After entering the study, we entered our own fantasy world?"
Nietzsche bit his lip, took two steps forward, grabbed Ryan's legs, and pulled him out of the wall like a carrot.
After pulling out Ryan, he immediately saw a hand!
This palm was pale and unreal, slender and delicate, as if it came from a girl, and it was grabbing Ryan's collar.
Ryan's face was blank, and he allowed the other party to drag him into the painting.
"You... don't even think about it!"
Nietzsche stepped forward, knocked off the girl's illusory palm, and watched her shrink back into the oil painting.
"Simon! Simon!"
He shouted several times, but there was no response, and his heart sank.
Simon, who was an extraordinary person earlier than him, possessed many abilities such as voodoo, had an extremely delicate mind, and was excellent in all aspects, died so mysteriously
In weird extraordinary events, sometimes even extraordinary people are no different from ordinary people!
"Leave quickly!"
Nietzsche carried Ryan to the study door, only to find that the two main doors had been closed for some time.
And in the four walls, shouts seemed to be coming out all the time.
"return!"
"return!"
"Become one with us!"
"Become one with the supreme and the great!"
…
All kinds of nonsense appeared in Nietzsche's ears.
He turned around in astonishment and saw that the starry sky in the dreamy oil painting was constantly distorting and magnifying, turning into a single figure... including a girl in a nightgown, various servants, and even Mr. Robert, whom he had met once that day.
In the center is the appearance of a young man, it is Simon!
All kinds of sounds came from them.
Countless pale palms began to reach out to Nietzsche.
"No! Don't even think about it!"
Nietzsche's eyes were determined, and he was running the Great Sun Meditation method with all his strength, and his whole body was wrapped with golden flames.
Each ghost was ignited by him and turned into a torch.
In the end, his hands were placed on the frame: "Go to hell!"
Golden flames fall on the dreamy oil painting.
Bah!
Suddenly, as if boiling oil met cold water, a large amount of smoke rose from the oil painting.
What followed was all kinds of shrill screams.
Nietzsche felt as if his hands did not belong to him, bringing a biting coldness.
"Burn! Burn everything, the flames of the sun!"
He looked cold and held on to the frame of the picture without relaxing at all.
Finally, a spark appeared in the middle of the oil painting, burning a small hole with difficulty.
Wow!
A large amount of plasma emerged from the oil painting and fell to the ground, forming a small pond like an endless spring.
Even Nietzsche could not imagine that so much blood could be hidden in an oil painting!
raging!
The golden flames continued to expand, completely igniting the oil painting.
Nietzsche only felt a majestic power coming from his hands and pouring into his head. His eyes turned white and he fainted...
…
Hot!
It felt like being thrown into the desert at noon, with high temperatures and heat waves rolling in.
Suddenly, a clear spring appeared not far away.
Nietzsche stepped forward overjoyed, but was shocked to find Simon's reflection reflected in the spring water.
Wow!
Simon's hands suddenly crossed the water, grabbed Nietzsche's neck, and dragged him into the water.
"ah!"
Nietzsche screamed and woke up, only to realize that it was just a dream and he was lying on the hospital bed.
"Nietzsche, you finally woke up..." Not long after, Ryan appeared in front of him: "This time we explored the haunted house, we lost Simon..."
"It turns out that what happened before was not a dream..." Nietzsche felt quite sad for a moment, but when he looked at his hands, he suddenly froze.
Because he felt that although the power in his body was still hot, he was able to completely control it.
This represents the progress of extraordinary power, which has suddenly reached the level of a controller!