Get up and feed the cat.

Strange knowledge has increased!

Kemon looked dazed, and his mind had a strange knowledge.

"Book of Tricks"

"If you write tricks on books, strange and evil creatures will appear, and the more words, the more powerful they will be."

"With every word written, the writer bleeds."

"The writer is often the first food for evil."

It's a bizarre book of vague origin, at the cost of bloodshed, made by a fanatical believer who believes in a certain god.

He used his own blood and the blood of evil creatures during the production of the work, and worshiped every day, reciting the name of a god to the book until his death.

Kemon didn't learn the god's name from the big-faced cat, the big-faced cat blurred it, and Kemon didn't know which god's followers did it.

This thing sounds very wrong, it's an evil cultist's thing.

I thought it was a powerful prop, but the writer would become the first food for the evil, and the side effect was that the writing bleeds, and the shortcomings were too great to be used by him.

Something like this, turning in the country is a good option.

Kemeng had no idea of testing it for the time being, and only ordered Tang Yuan to open the burden and take a look.

Tang Yuan opened the small baggage, and in the baggage was a book sewn from human skin, and the skin was connected by twine, and black dead blood remained on the silk thread.

When the book appeared, the temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few degrees, the environment darkened a little, and negative emotions rose in my heart.

Blood, blood, I want blood.

Bloodthirsty emotions rose in his heart, but this emotion was quickly swept away by the resistance in Kemeng's body.

Kemeng glanced at the system, and the resistance value did not increase by 0.1, which means that the opponent's mental interference power is not strong.

"Lift it and try it."

Tang Yuan obeyed, touched the book with dog hair, and slowly lifted the cover.

A gust of wind rose, and the curtains suddenly shook on their own, and the scene seemed to be darker again.

Blood, the voice of wanting to drink blood sounded again.

The thought of drinking blood and the thought of being thirsty work together, making Kemeng's mouth dry and wanting to drink blood.

When opened, the book was blank.

The atmosphere of the scene looked very weird, the wind that drifted from nowhere kept blowing on the curtains, and the hair on Tangyuan's body was also blown.

However, the hairs of the rice balls are all controllable hairs, and the fluttering hairs are immediately locked and immovable.

Kemon stared at the pale paper, vaguely catching a vague feeling.

This book of tricks has been written by people before, and there is still a remnant of the feeling on the paper as they were written.

Kemon stares at the book, emptying his mind, grasping the sensation from the ethereal, reinforcing the feeling.

Synaesthesia!

The image of the savannah looms in front of me, and the werewolf who can write pierces his flesh with his claws, causing blood to flow to the paws, and writes on books.

Tricky and treacherous.

On the savannah, a gust of wind rushes in, and a translucent cloaked ghost rises from the book.

The blood in the book was bright red, and the ghost, which had no color, was dyed red with blood.

It opened its huge mouth and swallowed downward.

The picture is interrupted here.

Because the werewolf was eaten by the evil thing, the evil left the book, and the connection became weaker, and it was difficult to synesthesia with his strength.

"Alright, let's cover it." Kemon didn't want to test it, he already knew how to use the book.

Evil thing, this is the real evil thing.

The side effect wasn't just bleeding, Kemon could feel the blood-colored thoughts contained in the book.

If the user survives every time they write, the user will become more and more fond of blood, and eventually become what the original owner intended.

The baggage is wrapped, the human skin book is no longer exposed, the sunlight is tilted, and the interior once again returns to a bright and warm atmosphere.

After ordering two breakfasts, Chen Momo personally delivered breakfast to the door, chatted with Kemeng for a while, and then went downstairs to look at the store.

Kemeng threw a breakfast to Tang Yuan to eat, thinking about the invitation that Captain Luo had said.

Some things are really troublesome to keep at home, and it is safer to keep them in the Bureau of Investigation.

That salted fish can be left at home to watch the house, and the trick book is not necessary, and it is not of much use to leave the authentic evil thing at home, so it is better to hand it in.

In the case of the trident, it is not very useful to stay around.

The only way Kemon can think of an attack is to jump into the air and stab with all the power of the Gauntlet to summon a large whale to crush the enemy.

The Trident can be kept in the custody of the Investigation Bureau, and it will stab out something strange, which is of research significance.

Kemon is an individual, and his research strength is not as strong as that of the state, and the ability of the Investigation Bureau can play the role of a trident better.

After thinking about it, Kemeng called Team Luo and said what he thought.

"Team Luo, when I woke up, something strange appeared again."

"This thing is quite evil, it's useless to keep it in my hands, it's better to put the investigation bureau seal."

"The Trident doesn't have much effect, and it's in the custody of the Investigation Bureau for the time being."

Kemeng said three words in one breath, one handed over, and one was kept on behalf of him, and Team Luo was very surprised to hear it.

It's good to figure it out.

The country can become strong without the participation of powerful talents.

After a while, the director of the General Directorate called and personally thanked Kemon.

"Kemon, on behalf of the Bureau of Investigation, I thank you."

"The Bureau of Investigation will guarantee that it is your stuff and no one dares to touch it."

"Considering your situation, the Bureau of Investigation will lend you a space-type item, and it will be sent to Whale City with the Rational Codex, and if your contribution value is enough to exchange it in the future, you can have it forever."

The director and Kemon talked for a few minutes, and exchanged things with Kemon about the regularity of the items.

The director is a fifty-year-old uncle, a little old, and his voice is round.

Kemon explained that every time he woke up from sleep recently, there was a certain chance of getting a new item.

"Director, is a special humanoid like me an exception?" Kemon asked.

"Not alone, but others don't produce special things, and there is one person who is the one who walks on the road that freezes. The other person is that when he dreams, the power will be cut off in the community. The director explained that special humans are very rare, and only two special humans have been found so far, and there are three in total.