As soon as Kemon arrived, he went to synaesthesia to those familiar targets.

First of all, the two player believers, Kemon saw the bodies of the two players in a daze in the Dryad territory, their eyes blank.

The Dryads don't tie up the two players, as the Dryads feel the same kind from both players - the same faith.

Because of the same faith, we can live together peacefully and work together for the great cause of revitalizing Cthulhu.

"I like chocolate" and "A dream of the sea and the sky" have been on the land for a while, and my mind is groggy, and there is some inexplicable urge in my heart to awaken that great being.

In the chat channel, words popped up line after line, and the conductor kept asking about the physical condition of the two.

The two players stated that their lives were not in danger, and that they were even at peace with the dryads.

However, the kobolds are not easy to get along with, and what they have collected becomes theirs and will never be returned.

The monsters of both races did not continue to embarrass them and were free to leave.

Then the two really left, and there was a feeling of the rest of their lives.

When the people at the institute learned that they had escaped safely, they breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly sent someone to fetch their game characters.

"It's okay." The conductor said nervously.

"It's okay, we're okay." Yimeng Haitian shook his head, "It's just a little sleepy, I'll quit the game and take a rest." ”

"Go ahead, don't delay your break."

Then both players went offline and returned to reality.

Kemonton felt this, and lost the picture.

It stands to reason that Kermon can still feel the Orange Star again, after all, it is a believer given by Him himself.

As long as the preparation time for synaesthesia is long enough, it is estimated that there is no problem.

So, do you want synaesthesia?

Kemeng thought about it, he had been watching the dream world for so long, and he hadn't seen any new tricks for the time being, so it was better to see what the orange star looked like.

Kemon has always sensed the player's thoughts through their emotions, knowing that they are from Orange Star, and knowing that those strange non-human characters are from virtual games, but what Orange Star really looks like, Kemon really doesn't know.

Kemon closed his eyes, trying to capture the distant connection.

The believers of the evil god directly descended from synesthesia to their own family, even if the connection between the two was far away in terms of spatial distance, the vague feeling gradually became clear.

For this clarity, it took Kemon more than ten minutes.

When Kermon saw the synaesthesia of the two players again, he saw the white walls, some delicate and small pieces of furniture in the room, and every item was full of artistic beauty.

Through synaesthesia, Kemeng could vaguely feel the emotions of the two, unable to go out, and was locked indoors to do isolation work.

If it weren't for nightmares, a terrible and strange disease transmitted by words, the two might not have to be quarantined.

But there is no if, the orange star official is currently doing quarantine work.

Anyone who comes into contact with a strange presence during the game must be quarantined in their room and not allowed to participate in social activities.

Kemon could feel the depression emanating from them, disconnected from online social interactions, and unable to go out for a walk, it really felt like the whole world was isolating them.

The two of them walked to the edge of the windowsill at the same time, there was no place to jump, the windows were sealed, and only the building's built-in air conditioning system constantly brought fresh air in and exhausted the exhaust gases.

Outside the window, there are huge high-rise buildings, with a silver-gray exterior and colorful lights reflected in the mirror.

The city is like a grid, neat and rigorous, with no cluttered routes, and at a glance, the traffic routes of the entire city are clear at a glance.

Occasionally, small electric propulsion ships fly slowly through the air, weaving through the gaps of high-rise complexes, their tails spraying blue glow.

Looking up at the sky again, the night is as pure as a wash, and you can see a little star.

Among them, there is a large shining point of light hanging in the sky, which is fixed for a while, with occasional slight movements.

Through the emotions of the two of them, Kemon vaguely knew that the large, thick point of light was the nuclear fusion spacecraft of Orange Star, which was the tail light emitted by its space flight.

What a powerful era, Kemon admired in his heart.

Blue Star has not yet developed to that point, and the technological difference between the two planets is really too far apart.

The two players watched for a while, and the two psychiatrists came, ready to deeply understand their inner world and make a psychological assessment.

Kemon was secretly observing all this.

Orange Star.

As soon as the psychiatrist entered the room, he felt that the room was a little cold.

"Turn up the temperature by two degrees, don't turn on the cold air." Psychiatrist Xiaodong said.

"Oh." Meng Haitian clicked on the watch and turned up the air conditioning in the room by two degrees.

Then the two had a one-on-one knee-promoting long talk, such a psychological dialogue Meng Haitian has been carried out many times and has long been used to it.

But today is different, Meng Haitian has an inexplicable impulse to pull this psychiatrist into the religion and believe in great existence together.

Obviously he didn't have this kind of belief before, but now he has a deep belief in the existence of Cthulhu.

However, he knew that the country was currently respectful of evil gods, and he had to pack himself carefully and not let others feel crazy.

When Meng Haitian was thinking nonsense in his head, he fell asleep unconsciously.

When the psychiatrist saw that the other person was asleep, he began to ask in depth about some personal hobbies and what he thought of evil gods.

These questions are simple and small, not very difficult, and the focus is mainly on subjective expression.

If Meng Haitian shows an unusual answer this time, then there may be a problem.

"Evil God...... is an evil being...... It is a bad presence that harms the orange star...... Resolutely resist ......" Meng Haitian replied with his eyes closed and an expressionless face.

The psychiatrist turned on the recording button, and she didn't need to record these words, just look through the recording file afterwards.

Hearing the other person's answer, there is no problem, this time the answer is not the same as the content of the last time, but the subconscious mind is like this, and you can't expect the other person's consciousness to answer the same every time.

Subjectively, Meng Haitian still hates evil gods, and is not like Liu Siting, who subconsciously worships evil gods very much.

After asking the question that should be asked, the psychiatrist snapped his fingers and ended the hypnosis ritual.

Meng Haitian suddenly opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had just experienced something terrible.

The psychiatrist looked at the red bloodshot in his eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of disgust in his heart, but the disgust came and went quickly, and it disappeared in an instant.

"You've been a little stressed lately, so get some rest."

"Oh, oh." Meng Haitian felt his brain drowsy, it seemed that there was some will dominating him just now, but he couldn't remember it at all.

Psychiatrist Xiaodong slowly exited the room, turned to look at Meng Haitian in the room, and felt strange for the sudden disgust just now.

Buzzing, the silver electric isolation door slowly pushed through, isolating the sound inside.

In another room on the same road, the doctor who had conducted a psychological interview with the female assassin player also walked out, with a little confusion on his face, but when he saw his colleague Xiaodong come out, her face returned to her normal smile.