Screaming Well was broken down by Kemon, and no one knew what fear was better than it, but Screaming Well couldn't feel a trace of fear from Kemon.

This person seems to be a naturally ruthless person, and he has no feelings.

But it can't run anywhere, it has no feet, and it's up to Kemeng.

Ding Ding Ding.

The sound of the bell that made it feel a sense of crisis was so hateful, but after listening to it too much, the well gradually got used to the sense of crisis brought by the bell.

There is an old saying in Koi Island, when the wolf comes, it is useless to come more.

Wells have no culture, all this knowledge is known from those children.

Ding Ding Ding.

The bell continued to ring, and the sense of crisis escalated step by step, slowly piling up to the point of monitoring fear.

But the well is no longer afraid, this thing is purely a prop to play with it.

If it hadn't been too angry, it would have ignored this boring prop.

It was also at this time that the scarf man in front of him said coldly: "Ah, you are useless." ”

What do you mean by uselessness?

Screaming Shuijing began to be angry again, and the anger in his heart could not be stopped.

"Ahh

The screams came out and penetrated Kemon's ears.

Kemeng was in the center of the scream, standing still, as steady as Tarzan.

+0.1，+0.1。

Farming points has never been so stable.

It's a pity that the screaming well screamed for a minute, and then realized that he had been tricked...... This man was not afraid of screaming at all, no matter how much he screamed, it was nothing more than a clown jumping off the beam shouting in his ear, and the screaming well couldn't help but feel ashamed, and decided not to scream again.

"Don't call again?"

"It's been squeezed dry......"

"It's a pity, but you're much better than that radio, not bad." Kemon patted the wall of the screaming well, very satisfied.

He checked his resistance value, and the resistance value actually climbed to 280, which shows how high it is.

Screaming wells dare not speak angrily, holding back, just not screaming.

Instead of retreating, Kemon sat down in the middle of the well, recovering his mind with photos of the missing child and connecting it with the well.

Just now Kemon saw a group of children in the well, some of them were children from the old files, but some of them were unfamiliar faces.

This proves that Screaming Wells persecuted not only 34 children, but children elsewhere.

Whether these children were caught by itself or fed by someone is a question mark.

And this is also the direction of Ming Lao's investigation nineteen years ago, but unfortunately he was limited at that time, and he did not have such strong synaesthesia and resistance ability.

Screaming Mizui didn't know what Kemon was going to do, but he took out the crystal scalpel and patted the scarf with his left hand, and a strange fruit was photographed.

Bite after bite, the man finished the fruit, closed his eyes and continued to feel something.

Damn it, treat it as nothing...... The screaming well was extremely annoyed, but as soon as the anger came up, it was suppressed again.

It's useless, no matter how you call it, it just makes him stronger.

The perception of the screaming well is very keen, after all, he has eaten a lot of children, and he is full of spirituality, and he can clearly perceive that Kemon is slowly getting stronger in the scream.

It was a very subtle change, very difficult to observe, but as soon as the truth was known, Screaming Well lost the desire to fight Kemon.

This kind of person gets stronger and stronger the more he fights, and only fools fight him.

After a few minutes, Kemon gradually caught a hint of feeling.

The human soul is there, the well is here, and the only thing stopping Kemon is the time factor.

At that time, the murder happened nineteen years ago, and even if the investigators had strong synaesthesia, they had to become desperate in the face of the scale of time.

But Kemeng did not give up hope, reached out and patted the scarf again, and ate another spirit fruit.

It was undoubtedly the right decision to hand over the psychic fruit tree to the Investigation Bureau at first.

Now that the resistance has come up, he has proved that he can resist whispering, and he has to take as many spirit fruits as he wants, and he doesn't need to be fed by Kemeng himself.

Let's chirp, the spirit fruit is in the stomach, and the spirituality has become more keen, and it can synaesthesia more things.

Three, four, five, Kemon ate more and more, until the eighth, and the fruit was finished.

If you want to eat it again, get the fruit from the Investigation Bureau.

However, the spiritual consciousness is too fast, and it is too frightening to the world, so it is enough.

Continuing to synaesthesia for a while, Kemon continued to see the gray picture.

It was a picture of the past, but not nineteen years ago, and Kemon captured the concept of time, judging from his own experience that it was a scene seven years ago.

Seven years ago, the Special Investigation Bureau had not yet been established, and the blockade of wells was only done by manual intervention.

An old-looking man appeared at the well, carrying a sleeping child in each arm, and threw it into the well, then prayed to the well and recited the words.

The prayer of an old man is to pray to a certain god for great power, hoping that the other person will answer.

The well was not a god, but it agreed for the god, and through the power of the voice, it trained him to keep screaming.

The more you scream, the more you can grasp the power of whistling.

Kemon looked at this old picture like a black-and-white movie, and had a deeper feeling in his heart, this was not the first time that an old adult man prayed, but the thirtieth time he committed a crime, and each time he sent some children to the well.

Sometimes he would bring a carload of children to the sacrifice, but with the artificial blockade of the Counter-Espionage Intelligence Bureau nineteen years ago, he carried fewer children, and he came secretly almost every other year, or every other year.

Each time, it is a further knowledge of the power of the whistling sound.

And the picture that Kemeng saw was the last time the old man appeared in front of the well, mastering the power of the screaming sound.

Later, the Bureau of Investigation was established, the land was enclosed and sealed, and the man who sacrificed the child was never seen in the well again.

I feel that this is the end, and I can feel that the picture of seven years ago is already very powerful.

It's not that easy to fight against time, the longer the timeline is stretched, the more blurred the information will become, and there will be less valid information to see.

Kemeng climbed out of the well, saw Luo Yuan coming over, and asked anxiously, "How is it?" ”

"It's settled, wait for me to find an expert to draw it." Kemon nodded.

Walking out of the sealing realm, Ming Lao hurriedly walked over, more anxious than Captain Luo, and when he saw Kemeng, he took his hand and asked the details vigorously.

Kemon picked and spoke, not talking about the faces of the children, trying not to evoke the sad memories of the old man.

When Ming Lao learned that there were really terrorist people operating behind the case at that time, he was emotional, relieved, excited, and indignant. The man also became more energetic, and asked what the man looked like.

"What it looks like, I won't be able to accurately describe it for a while, you wait for me to find an expert to draw it."

"If you are looking for an expert, I will draw." Ming Lao said excitedly.

Nineteen years ago, Ming Lao's specialty was to depict the appearance of the suspected person through the description of the victim, and the similarity was as high as eighty or ninety.