Instead of returning to a temporary residence in a special area, Kemon took a walk to his real home.

"I'm home." Kemeng's face was full of emotion, and he couldn't recognize it from a distance, but when he got closer, he recognized it, and a sense of familiarity came to his face.

It is a four-storey house, which has been uninhabited for years since moving out, and the walls and windows are covered with dust.

Kemon stood downstairs in front of the convenience store, the silver roll-up door locked, and the uneven roll-up door had a thick layer of dust on the surface.

With a gentle rub of your fingers, you can wipe out three millimeters of black dust.

The convenience store was previously run by the Chen family's mother and daughter, and it hasn't been opened since their disappearance.

Kemeng himself did not pack up the things in the convenience store, and only cooperated with the investigation bureau to open the door at that time, let them go in to take pictures and have a synaesthesia, and did not take anything away.

Kemon felt in his pocket, on the way back he had taken the keys out of the storage scarf and put them in his pocket, and now he reached out and found a bunch of key rings with several keys on them.

Each key corresponds to a door, and Kemon followed the powerful feeling and subconsciously touched the first key, which happened to be the key to the convenience store roll-up door.

Looking at the key in his hand, Kemon's eyes flashed with scenes from the past.

In the past picture, the family sent someone to install the silver box door, with a few keys, and whenever the downstairs changed businesses, they gave them the keys.

Click.

The key was inserted into the lock of the roll-up door, and the illusion of memories was shattered in an instant.

Kemon looked down, and a vague vision flashed in front of him.

A beautiful hand holds the key, in the same position, at the same angle, and inserts the key into the lock hole.

This is Chen's mother's hand, Kemeng thought to himself.

The picture of the past ends, and another picture of the past emerges.

Another beautiful hand, but this one is younger, the skin is more immature, and it is also in the same position, at the same angle, that the key is inserted into the keyhole.

You don't need to analyze it to know that this is Chen Momo's hand.

When the picture ends, a new illusion is created in front of me.

Not only the opening of the door of the Chen family's mother and daughter, but also Kemeng's deceased relatives, as well as the hands of merchants who had rented the downstairs as a store before, appeared in front of Kemeng's eyes.

Like a marquee, the picture appeared in front of Kemon's eyes in a disorderly manner.

If Luo Yuan was present, he would definitely call it a madman.

Because this state is exactly what happens to people who are too spiritual, who perceive too much information, and every moment and every minute may receive a large number of information images.

Once the rational valve of the brain is not controlled, it receives too much information, and it is possible to get lost in chaos.

Every year, there are tens of thousands of people who fall into chaos because of excessive gnosis!

All of this is because of the psychic fruit tree sent by Kemon, which allows the Investigation Bureau to quickly produce high-level gnostics.

High gnostics are prone to danger, but the sigil jade handed down by Kemon can help people return to normal, and there is a way to deal with it.

Kemon touched the key, still did not open the door, and continued to reminisce about the memories of the past.

After two and a half years of traveling around the world, Kemon's spiritual awareness has risen to a level that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

If we compare Kemon's spiritual perception 30 months ago to the number 1, then now Kemon's spiritual perception can be compared to 100!

The hundredfold growth has made Kemeng's spiritual perception qualitatively changed, and he has been able to understand what has happened on this road after walking a distance recently.

In areas that are rarely visited, you can even trace some homicides that happened decades ago.

Occasionally, the murmurs of the void could be heard, but the sounds were no longer able to affect Kemon, not even tickling.

Normal people go crazy and need sigil jade to heal their body and mind, but Kemeng doesn't, his resistance is as high as 78,000, and his rationality is more tenacious than two years ago.

"Hey! Who are you, breaking the door and stealing things? ”

Ten meters away in the room on the right, a strong man with a height of two meters suddenly opened the door and walked out, staring at Kemeng's face with a fierce look.

"You're not from this building, it's not a house that anyone can touch, come with me and go to the local bureau of investigation for investigation."

After the man finished speaking, he first took out the walkie-talkie and reported: "East One East One, there are suspicious characters in XX location, suspected disciples or members of the shadow stream, please support immediately if you receive it!" ”

After finishing speaking, the strong man took out a pistol from his arms and warned Kemeng: "Squat down with your head in your hands, you have the right to explain everything in the bureau!" ”

The strong man's pistol is not an ordinary machine, and Kemon feels the temperament of a special item from the body of the mobile phone, which should be a pistol with some kind of containment ability.

Listening to the other party's warning again, Kemon understood, this is the eyeliner arranged here by the Investigation Bureau.

Kemon reached out and touched the faceless mask on his face, his mind moving slightly, and the mask melted into a solid mask like a ripple of water.

After removing the mask, Kemon regained his original face, his eyes glazed over.

"It's me." Kemon retracts the Faceless Mask into the storage scarf.

The Faceless Mask can modify a person's temperament, even the size of the body is slightly modified, and the other party thinks that Kemon is a heretic.

No, after seeing Kemon's face, the security personnel still didn't believe that it was Kemon and reserved the utmost skepticism.

"The Croatian team has gone out to travel all over the world, please show evidence to prove yourself, otherwise you won't blame me for being polite." The strong man stopped moving, but the muscles in his hands were still tense.

Boom.

Upstairs windows across the street poked out of the Bureau's security officers, looking at Kemon.

Considering the existence of the face-swapping prop, the cultists may also take on the appearance of Cheng Kemeng to investigate Kemon's past history, and the security personnel naturally can't contain their suspicions just because Kemeng shows his true face.

Kemeng immediately patted the scarf and called out the rice balls and Shirley.

The security personnel remained on alert, and they had no means of identification, so they could only stalemate the situation.

Kemeng thought about it, and directly logged in to the official website of the Investigation Bureau on his mobile phone and entered his ID.

This official website is not a website that ordinary people can enter, it has the ability to automatically recognize, and ordinary people will only see blank websites without text and images when they enter by mistake.

Kemon logged into the database, and the security personnel randomly checked the information of some Level 5 items, and Kemon answered fluently.

Only then did the security personnel relax their vigilance and immediately showed ecstasy.

A minute later, Luo Yuan personally arrived at the scene, looked Kemeng up and down, and after identifying Kemeng himself through spiritual perception, he complained with a smile: "You call me directly, I'll give them a word and it's over, why bother so much." ”