Kemon went back to rest, reminiscing about the feeling of the shadow spear passing through the palm of his hand before resting.

It was a kind of heart-piercing pain, very terrible, and even the shadow grabber couldn't completely contain the other party.

At this point, Kemon finally saw the ceiling of the shadow catcher, and the shadow spear was something that Kemon couldn't grasp.

At the same time, look at the palm of your hand. I touched the palm of my hand with my hand, but it was okay not to touch it, but I felt the burning pain when I touched it.

Kemon slept, and while he felt fresh, he wanted to dream about where the master of the synaesthesia shadow stream was.

It doesn't matter if he is detected by the other party, the evil god is outside the blue star, and he is not afraid of being peeped at by the other party, provided that the other party has the ability to peep at the other party.

The boss behind the shadow stream may have the ability to peep in reverse, but the other party didn't do that, probably because he was afraid of death.

After a while, Kemon fell asleep.

In the dream, Lalaye was silent and lifeless.

Ignoring the giant city in the sea, Kemon closed his eyes and recalled the scene of the black and red spear falling from the sky through the clouds, and at the same time recalled the feeling of the shadow grabber grasping the giant spear.

The pain of the heart was deeply impressed by Kemon, and the hands-on contact also strengthened the connection, so that the obstacles to the road of synaesthesia tended to be gone.

Suddenly, I heard a voice like this.

Kemeng vaguely saw the appearance of a blue star planet, and then flashed away, feeling the landscape inside the blue star.

It was a black-red spear, and it was full of smoke.

Its body was not an entity, but a spear made of a cloud of smoke, stuck in a pile of bones.

There was a puddle of mud in the pile of bones, no, it was not so much mud as a thick shadow.

Shadows stretched out round tentacles on the ground like dirt, writhing at irregular frequencies, and the air contained infinite death and madness.

If normal people stay here, they will surely fall into madness.

Kemeng looked around, the field of vision was relatively narrow, after all, this place was controlled by the Blue Star, and he couldn't observe in depth, and if he went deeper, it would be a foul, and he would be shielded by the Blue Star's protection.

"What a sticky shadow." Kemeng couldn't help but complain in his heart.

There were piles of bones on the ground, and the dark shadows were like viscous swamp liquid.

The "liquid" swims on its own, stretching out its tentacles from time to time, as if a person is poking out of the air and breathing heavily.

Kemon glared and felt something.

The tentacle shadows that stretched out their heads gave him a sense of "human".

They breathe air and have a strong desire to survive.

When they twist their tentacles, they are calling out to people from afar, cursing everything, and at the same time paradoxically hoping that someone will save them from the quagmire.

The giant spear was inserted in the center of the pile of bones, like a magic weapon guarding the murderous place, suppressing the absurd and evil abomination here.

"What the hell is this?" Kemon felt uncomfortable and felt his scalp tingle.

I didn't expect such a thing to survive in an unknown part of the Blue Star, and it was also protected by the Blue Star.

Kemeng looked at it for a while, but didn't find the so-called group leader, this place is absurd and evil, and it is not a place where normal people can stay.

Kemeng then thought of the word group leader, but this synaesthesia did not succeed because the connection was not deep enough and the direction of synaesthesia was not clear enough.

Change the target, and then look at the big man behind the shadow stream in the dark.

The big guy seemed to be talking to someone again, and it ended the conversation the moment Kemon peeped at him.

Kemon keenly captures the aura of the Blue Star, and the boss behind the Shadow Stream is indeed plotting an unknown plan with a certain member of the Blue Star.

Kemon's heart sank, the Shadow Stream must be plotting something, and they had to be stopped.

If you don't stop it, something big will happen.

However, Kemon can't intervene in them, invading dreams requires the other party to dream, and without dreaming, he can't invade, he can only sneak peep.

There was no way to limit them, but to synesthesia the spear again, and secretly remembered the scenery of that area.

When you wake up, whether you can find it or not, draw the scene first, and let the network beast slowly identify similar terrain types through satellite topographic maps.

Kemon secretly remembered what the terrain was like nearby.

At this moment, among the shadow quagmire in the pile of bones, a tentacle surged, and suddenly changed into a human face, the mouth opened wide, and a strange hoarse voice sounded: "Help me!" ”

Kemon's heart was calm and unflustered, it was a crazy whisper, but being an evil god easily offset it.

No, it didn't even break its defenses, it couldn't be called offset.

But Kemon became curious about it, and since something was whispering to Kemon, it must have sensed that the evil god outside the sky was secretly peeping at it, otherwise it would be impossible to react to Kemon.

"This face...... "Kemeng didn't know the other party, but his heart moved, he could write down this face."

Remember this face, and then wake up in reality, immediately draw a sketch portrait and upload it to the Internet, so that the Internet Divine Beast can retrieve the person's whereabouts within the sphere.

"Help me!" Another tentacle shadow emerged from the mire of bones and turned into an eyeless human face.

These people only have facial features, no hair or anything like that, but it's enough.

In the context of artificial intelligence, face recognition technology has developed well, and big data searches can be carried out with the ability of cyber beasts, which is several times or even more than ten times faster than that of top artificial intelligence companies.

Kemeng was slightly happy in his heart, this was a big clue.

An extra piece of face data is a clue.

"Help me—" Another face shouted.

Quemon's ears rang with virtual cries for help, and they crossed the space and reached Kemon's ears.

These sounds are all poisonous chaotic mutters, which can easily change the mentality of ordinary people and fall into the abyss, but Kemeng, as an evil god, is completely unmoved.

There were three human faces shouting, the corpse quagmire came to life, all the tentacles were stretching exaggeratedly, desperately trying to stretch out, changing into human faces, and asking Kemeng for help.

Kemon opened his mind and recorded the facial features and appearance of each of them.

"These are all victims, and the people of Shadow Flow have killed too many people." Kermon lamented.

Empathy, the special ability of the Shadow Stream members to replace them with parasitism dooms them to be unable to live a normal life with humans, and can only become the opposite of humans.

Kemeng memorized hundreds of faces, his brain was not swollen, he memorized them one by one, and then took the initiative to wake up.

Suddenly, Kemon forcibly awakened by looking at himself.

Kemeng woke up to a community home that was still in a special field, and immediately picked up a pen and drew after waking up.

But after drawing one, Kemon felt that the efficiency was too slow.

The number of victims in that quagmire is by no means a few hundred, even thousands!

Not long after he lay down, he returned to the Bureau of Investigation in the early morning, looking for a tool for quick drawing, and he had to draw the faces in his head all at once.