Over time, a large number of drones entered the forest, enclosing the forest around the castle, forming an encirclement.

Cameras are aimed at the castle for 24-hour shooting.

Wandering through the woods, Kemon found the place where the centaurs were cremated.

The site has been swept away, with only the cremated dry soil, and the blood-dried lawn.

The chief of the bureau went back to preside over the post-war work of Koi City to avoid another raid by the Gate Organization.

Kemeng squatted on the ground and touched the cremated soil with his hands, his fingertips were slightly cool, and he vaguely felt the past picture of a madman being cremated.

In the process of being cremated, something is about to emerge from the madman's body, but its body is too weak to support the birth of that power, and it is finally burned to death by the flames.

This illusion of the past continues to burn, burning for ten seconds before disappearing without a trace.

Luo Yuan followed beside him, and also squatted down to touch the dry soil, and sensed it for a few minutes, only then did he see the picture of the flames disappear in a flash.

"What do you see?" Kemeng's voice rang in Luo Yuan's ears.

"It seems that someone was burned to death, well, it should be a centaur, a crazy centaur, I don't know why the centaurs burned, maybe it's infighting?" Luo Yuan groaned.

Luo Yuan looked up and saw Kemeng touching the blood-dried lawn, his expression was extremely focused, as if there was some kind of secret in his blood, and he had synesthesia for a few minutes.

Luo Yuan got up and followed Kemeng to investigate, touching the black blood clot of the black blood grass with his fingertips, amplifying his senses and accepting the hidden information contained in the environment.

"Be careful, this illusion in the blood is not an ordinary illusion, it has the power of a curse." Kemeng patted Luo Yuan's shoulder, interrupting Luo Yuan's synaesthesia.

Synaesthesia needs to be in a stable state, Kemeng slapped Luo Yuan's state with a palm, Luo Yuan also came back to his senses and thanked: "Thank you, I did feel dangerous just now." ”

Just now, Luo Yuan tried the secret contained in the blood of synaesthesia, but before he found inspiration, his spirit had a slight sense of crisis.

This feeling is very familiar to Luo Yuan, and whenever he encounters the information left by a hidden existence, it will be accompanied by opportunities and death risks.

Kermon walked around the black blood lawn, where the centaur had died in his dream.

There wasn't much blood, it was black blood from the centaur's eyes, and it contained a hint of the dream of the evil god Cthulhu.

For the investigators, this is the equivalent of poison, and once they dream of that terrible dream, there is a high probability of sudden death.

There is also a very low probability of alienating into a monster.

It was only when he saw the past vision of the centaur at the time of cremation that he realized that he had tried to alienate his body before temporary, but his body was too weak, and the amount of Cthulhu knowledge it contained was not enough to alienate his body, and he was eventually burned to death.

If the alienation of the centaur is successful, what will become of it?

Kemon already had the answer in his mind.

Because he had seen alienated believers in the game world, his crazy thoughts could not be pulled back even by hundreds of donkeys.

Kemon doesn't like this kind of believer who throws away his reason, and whenever he encounters such a completely demented believer, he holds a sacrificial ceremony, takes the sacrifice or not, and then cleans the door himself.

There are still many rational parties among the believers of Kemon, who maintain the last string of reason, thirsting for faith while maintaining the last bottom line of personality.

Thinking of this, Kemon looked at the bloody lawn on the ground, and had to find a reason to cremate it.

No, the cremation is not clean enough, and it will still leave a chance for synaesthesia.

He needs a prop to destroy the traces.

"This kind of blood is very dangerous, what will the bureau do with this kind of blood when it encounters it?" Kemon asked.

"It's usually purified, after all, we don't need to use this kind of thing to get stronger." Luo Yuan replied.

"Then let the insiders come and purify." Kemon said.

"It doesn't have to be, we can do the purification work too."

Luo Yuan said, taking out the purification props from the storage props.

But as soon as he took it out, Luo Yuan suddenly remembered that there was something more suitable for purification than him.

"By the way, your big-faced cat is cleaner than mine, does it eat grass?" Luo Yuan asked, and after finishing speaking, he realized that he had asked a nonsense.

In terms of purification, the big-faced cat has no meat and no digestion, but it does not eat non-meat food.

Some people suspect that even the body of a god will be digested when put into the mouth of a big-faced cat.

Of course, this skepticism was blindly analyzed by the video barrage audience, and there is no evidence that big-faced cats can digest such terrible things.

Kemon looked at the grass, do cats eat grass?

Obviously, cats don't eat grass.

Cats of abnormal breeds may eat grass, but Kemon's large-faced cats only eat meat and do not eat grass.

"It doesn't eat grass, but the blood is part of the meat, so I thought it could be tried." Kemon said.

Kemon once fed pork to the big-faced cat, and the big-faced cat digested it without saying a word, without any stagnation.

Before summoning the big-faced cat, Kemon took a look around and asked Tangyuan and Shirley to patrol the neighborhood.

After making sure that there was no one, he used the walkie-talkie to let the drone avoid this area.

Ten seconds later, Kemeng pulled up all the grasses, and then let Tang Yuan lead them with dog hair and stuff them into the mouth of the big-faced cat.

The big-faced cat has a dull face, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle.

The bloody hay entered the mouth of the big-faced cat, stuffing deeper and deeper, as if there was no bottom in sight.

After the roots and leaves of the grass were submerged in the mouth of the big-faced cat, the rice balls pulled out the grass.

The dead blood on the hay was gone, leaving no trace, and it was clean.

"Team Ke, I think any meat or blood that is difficult to handle can be purified for you in the future, what do you think?" Luo Yuan said excitedly, this whimsical approach is fantastic.

Efficient and clean, there is no cat in the world whose digestive ability is comparable to the mouth of a big-faced cat.

After Kemeng saw that the big-faced cat's digestion was effective, he asked the rice balls to be concocted in the same way and repeated this move.

Tang Yuan was speechless, and stuffed them into the mouth of the big-faced cat one after another, and then pulled out the grass again.

Most of these blood-soaked spirits have been lost, and there are no such strong mental disturbances, but using them as synaesthesia materials can still sense that terrible dream, so Kemon must deal with it.

After all the bloody hay had been disposed of, Kemon looked at the sand on the ground.

There is no doubt that the sand has also been soaked with blood, and it also needs to be treated.

Luo Yuan watched the big-faced cat perform the food elimination technique with relish, and asked, "Do you want me to shoot a video, it feels like good material." ”

The big-faced cat is recorded in the video, and it will not have the ability to stare for fifteen seconds to gain knowledge, and outsiders don't know what the real ability of the big-faced cat is, so it can record the video safely.

"Okay, you can put it in the video footage of the garbage disposal bin." Kemeng thought about it and nodded, just rub some resistance points if you can, don't be afraid of trouble.

Sooner or later, his resistance points will break 10,000.