It was late at night, and there were no security guards in the garden, only a dozen investigators stood by the pool.

More than a dozen investigators did not approach, but walked far away, so as not to affect Kemeng synaesthesia.

Kemon secretly took the big-faced cat out and watched it.

The frogman before, Kemon had also taken the big-faced cat out alone to watch.

At that time, the big-faced cat had the following to say about the frogman:

"Mutated creatures, once humans, have extraordinary powers after mutation, but their consciousness is confused."

The Big-Faced Cat didn't give any crucial information, so it occurred to Kermon that the statue hadn't been examined with the Big-Faced Cat yet.

Gaze for fifteen seconds.

Strange knowledge has increased!

"Statue of Evil"

"This statue often releases spiritual pollution, which can invisibly infect humans, and sometimes can turn into a half-human, half-frog monster."

The knowledge is very short, but it finally breaks a part of the truth.

It is not the parasite that infects the body, it is the spiritual pollution of the statues that changes their bodies.

Thinking of this, Kemeng called Luo Yuan, "Captain, please catch those four security guards, as well as anyone who worked in this villa before, they may all be infected." ”

Luo Yuan replied on the phone with an understanding sentence, and immediately hung up the phone to do something.

Kemon sat there for a while, and the images he felt were all croaking frogs, without any actual images.

Those croaks are magical and have an effect on people, but Kemon's body resists the croaking sound and is not affected in the slightest.

If someone else does synaesthesia, there will definitely be problems, and it is much safer for Kemeng to do it.

But Kemon didn't want this kind of clue, he intuitively thought that the person who carved it was the real danger, and he must catch the carver, otherwise similar statues would appear in the world, infecting more people to become frogmen.

"This method is impossible to prevent, and it is worthy of being a means of spreading evil believers......" Kemon muttered.

Then again, what's going on with Orange Star, and how much has the Cthulhu Cultists spread?

Feeling like a strange god, Kermon prevents others from proselytizing locally and growing Cthulhu followers on another planet.

Kemon typed in the group: "Can you send a pair of carving knives and wood, I want to try carving." ”

"Sculpting synaesthesia?"

"Yes."

"It's not better to carve stone, that fountain statue is also a stone statue."

"It's okay, then get a strong knife, otherwise the carving knife will be easy to break." Kemeng thought about it, he has a glove of great strength, and the strength is not a problem, but the knife may wear out faster, and a powerful knife is needed.

The Bureau of Investigation responded to Kemon's request and delivered the items to Kemon in less than twenty minutes.

"It's a hard carving knife, it's very hard, you can use your giant glove to handle it casually, there are no side effects, it's just that you love to talk, and it's a stone ......," Team Luo said.

"Hello big guy, I'm a hard carving knife, a very hard knife." The mouth of the handle of the carving knife suddenly opened its mouth to speak,

"Woohoo!" The white sugar on the side screamed, and a knife spoke, which was really interesting.

The rice balls stopped rolling, took out their mobile phones again, and took a picture of the carving knife.

Kemon hummed and greeted the carving knife, "I'm going to carve it, if you feel uncomfortable, just speak." ”

Putting on the glove of Juli and holding the handle of the carving knife, the carving knife gasped and said, "Big guy, your strength is really great." ”

Kemeng began to knife the stone statue, at first he didn't know how to carve, and slowly carved it in the shape of an octopus with a frog's head.

In the first round of carving, the carving knife kept complaining and talking, trying to talk to Kemeng, but Kemeng was not distracted to talk to it, so the carving knife chatted with the rice balls and white sugar.

Tangyuan is reluctant to chat and is addicted to mobile phones.

The white sugar swished, chatting with the carving knife, the key is that the carving knife can also understand the words of the sand sculpture, maybe the sand sculpture language has swept away the language barrier between the two.

After carving a round, Kemon vaguely found a feeling, so he carved a stone.

"Your master is so ugly, I didn't get its charm at all." The carving knife and the white sugar chatted casually, without the slightest sense of self-awareness.

Awakening the dreamer with a word, Kemon looked at the statue again, and then at the carving knife in his hand.

"I said how I couldn't find the feeling of a carver, it turned out to be a look." Kemon grabbed the feeling at this moment.

Close your eyes and no longer look at the statue, but feel the fluctuations of spiritual pollution emanating from the statue through spiritual awareness.

The statue emits spiritual pollution all the time, and Kemon's attention is no longer on its appearance, but on its whole body.

The spiritual pollution was slashed away layer by layer by the resistance force, and it was unable to affect Kemon's body.

And Kemon fell into the knife, following the moment of that feeling, one knife after another.

In the eyes of White Sugar, the statue carved by Kemeng is still so ugly, and the four are not like it.

But the carving knife sighed, "Your master has something, and he suddenly has a sense of brilliance." ”

Knife after knife, knife after knife, the stone was cut off with great force, and countless stones were shaken off with a slight flick of the fingers.

This night, Kemon has been carving the statue.

Carving statues is a very busy job, and if you carve them very carefully, it will take only a lot more time.

Kemon carved from night to eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun rose to break through the cold courtyard.

Tang Yuan put down the dead mobile phone and was surprised to see that the owner was carving the appearance of an old man.

The old man's hair was thin, his skin was covered with age spots, his nose was collapsed, and his mouth was dry like the roots of an old tree.

But the old man's eyes were terrible, his eyes were round, and the Adam's apple on his neck was terrifyingly large, giving people a particularly loud voice.

In the distance, the people of the Investigation Bureau were mysterious and dignified, using professional cameras to shoot what Kemeng carved from far away, so as not to disturb Kemeng's synaesthesia carving.

"Ah, this, a statue of an octopus with a frog head, but an old man ...... carved out"

"I can't believe it, it's so strong."

"Actually, we can do what Kemon does as long as we eat enough fruit, but whether we can withstand that kind of mental pollution is another matter."

"In fact, when the people in the bureau saw that Kemon had been carved all night, they began to worry about whether the statue would pollute Kemon's mind."

When Kemon carved the old man's face, the investigator immediately uploaded the image to the bureau, and the presence on the Internet quickly searched it.

Soon, the presence on the network found the old man's information.

Centenarian Lu Fa, a retired professor of law in Crocodile Island and now an honorary pastor in Crocodile City, usually likes to collect some antiques, and once spent 10 million yuan on a small statue at an auction.

The centenarian's avatar appeared, but not a frontal photo, but an online photo from the Crocodile Religion, a year ago, with an old man wearing a black priest's robe with a solemn face.