Hearing this, Paul hesitated.

This is not so much a hesitation to answer, but a hesitation to choose what to answer.

"You'd better say it all. Nothing to hide, nothing to hide. "I'm putting pressure on him," I'll tell you frankly, I already knew something about the Church of the Earth's work with Beaver Pharma before coming here, but I still didn't know a little about it. And if what you say later deviates from what I know, or even contradicts what I know, then I will immediately judge you as a liar and cut off your head. ”

"That's unreasonable!" He protested weakly.

"This is your last nonsense that won't be accompanied by pain." I made my voice as cold as I could, "Now you can start talking." ”

He pursed his lips in fear at my threat, and began to speak.

If you summarize his long exposition, it will look like this:

Initially, after Inoue Renta obtained the method of making the elixir from an unknown source (that is, from a certain "bad woman"), he gathered only a few researchers and formed a secret research team. Among them were researchers who were coerced, and there were those who were lured like Paul. The kidnapping of the "test subject" was given to hired Black Zone residents.

But it didn't take long for two super-grade psionics to learn of Inoue's plan out of nowhere, and tried to come and snatch the research materials.

These two men claimed to be "withered believers," or members of the geocentric church. Inoue was unable to resist, so he chose to be loyal to the Church of the Earth on the spot to ensure the safety of his life.

"They accepted Inoue's allegiance." "Then, one of them hypnotized some of the company's researchers and security guards into the psionic awakening potion project, after which he seemed to have something else to do and left first; The other person stayed, nominally as Inoue's bodyguard, but in fact was responsible for spying on him. ”

"The 'other person' is the super-grade psionic who manipulates the black wind?" I asked.

"Yes, he calls himself 'violent.'" He said.

"What about the person in charge of hypnosis?"

"I don't know."

"What does he look like?"

"Well......," he recalled, "was a man in his twenties, with black hair, blue eyes, and a rather handsome appearance, and a slow and coherent speech...... If you want to talk about the characteristic, it is to wear a pair of cross crystal drop earrings. ”

I silently jotted it down and asked, "Anything else?" ”

"Nope." He shook his head.

"You must have been hypnotized too." I asked, "How do you get rid of hypnosis?" ”

"Son of Inoue...... When Naoto Inoue attacked me, he seemed to forcibly read my memory. "It was during this process that I was strongly influenced by the psychic and then found that the hypnosis was lifted...... Maybe it wasn't so hypnosis in the first place. Then I remembered my true self and quickly hid it, afraid of being discovered by the beaver medicine or even by the Church of the Centroid Church......"

"Then why didn't you escape from Beaver City?"

"I don't dare." He laughed to himself, "Hiding in the same place gives me peace of mind." When I thought of escaping, I feared that someone would appear on the route who wanted to harm me. ”

"I see." I understood his feelings, then pulled out a kitchen knife from the knife holder next to me and walked slowly towards him.

Seeing this, his face changed, and he retreated again and again until his back hit the wall.

"You said you wouldn't kill me!"

"All I said I was going to cut off your head." I said, "But I didn't say I wouldn't make you a living sacrifice." ”

"Live...... A living sacrifice? ”

I changed my words, "You participated in human experiments before you were hypnotized, how many lives do you have on your hands?" ”

"I admit it, I made a mistake, and I will change it!" He hurriedly begged for mercy, "I've changed my mind since I left Beaver Pharmaceutical, and I'll never do that kind of thing again!" I'm going to try to pay back for everything I did before! ”

"By instructing your own guards, killing the original owner of this house, and then frying poached eggs here for yourself?" I asked rhetorically, "In your original plan, how many grams of sin would each poached egg you eat cleanse yourself of?" ”

He was speechless for a moment, and then hurriedly shouted: "I, I still have some wealth, although the way I came is a little disgraceful, but it is the wealth that I have spent my whole life accumulating...... I'll give it all to you, give it all to you! ”

Enough, I thought.

With a quick swing of the blade, I severed his vocal cords and then the key muscles of his hands and feet. He couldn't even scream and struggle, only a look of fear that flowed weakly, and he was dragged into the living room by me as he twitched in pain.

"By the way, I didn't know you killed the original owner of this house." I turned to him and said, "You should have denied it right away, or even if you did, you could have passed the blame on your two guards." Then I may have a little bit of a belief, or rather a doubt, that you are really changing your mind. ”

His face was distorted with remorse, and even tears flowed and he cried.

I threw his body aside, then removed the coffee table in the center of the living room, and then took out a large black cloth that I had prepared in advance and spread it flat on the floor.

A moment later, I used my own blood to finish drawing the blood ritual pattern on the black cloth.

I didn't finish it, I took out the red chalk again, and drew a ritual pattern on the floor around the black cloth to triple isolate spiritual fluctuations (which was used to contain the residual influence at the last blood ritual site), and a ritual pattern on the place where I was scheduled to stand to reduce my own inspiration - this is the unpopular of the unpopular, normal people are always trying to improve their inspiration, who would be okay to lower it the other way? That's what kind of person like me would deliberately collect this kind of ritual knowledge. Although the effect is quite limited, it is better than nothing.

After a long while, and some more preparations, I kicked Paul, who had fallen next to me, into the center of the Blood Sacrifice Ritual Formation.

Then I stood outside and looked at it silently.

For me, this blood sacrifice ceremony is just an experiment to further test the efficacy of the blood sacrifice ritual, and the risk is not high.

Although I would like to do a completely risk-free experiment, among the conditions necessary for the experiment, the three elements of "me" and "living sacrifice" and "blood sacrifice ritual" will be encountered together in any case, and no one other than me can preside over this ceremony. Of course, I'm also prepared for safety issues, and that's exactly what I'm doing right now. According to my estimates, this ritual will not be the worst, nor will it cause irreparable sequelae. Even if there are some temporary sequelae, they are acceptable.

To be on the safe side, the content of this wish is still "to become a psyker" - Paul's living sacrifice is naturally not equal to the value of this wish, and perhaps it will be fed back into something else. Last time it was to treat my disability, this time I am no longer disabled, I don't know what it will be replaced with.

While it is possible to tweak the pattern and change it to something else, I don't want to try other parts of the ritual if it is not necessary.

I regurgitated my mind to see if my mind was still under the influence of forbidden knowledge, but I didn't come out of it for a long time. Am I not being affected, or am I being affected but I can't realize it? After struggling, I decided that it would be better to think in a better direction first: if it was confirmed that the risks of the blood sacrifice ritual were truly controllable, then even if I was severely injured or even disabled in the future, I could be quickly treated and healed.

It's just a disability, I don't want to be a disabled person again.

"Didn't you like to do human experiments?" I said to Paul, "Rejoice, it's finally your turn today." ”

His eyes widened in horror as I began to chant the incantation of my own design.

After a long time, the wind suddenly rose around, and an indescribable atmosphere enveloped the audience.

The tentacle that existed only in my imagination reached into my skull again, stirring up my brain tissue.

*

The scene in front of me began to become unfamiliar. The TV is no longer a TV, the coffee table is no longer a coffee table, and the window is no longer a window. Although each item is accurately maintained as a prototype, it is somehow unrecognizable.

The whole world seems to be becoming false, but it seems to be approaching some kind of "reality" that humans cannot touch.

I closed my eyes, but even though it was dark, there seemed to be something going on in them.

I'm sure many of you have had this experience: even after closing your eyes, it seems that gray and white spots are still surging in the dark vision. It is not a phenomenon of outside light penetrating through the thin eyelids, because even if you cover your eyes with your hands, or even if you use a pillow to hold your face tightly, these spots are still active. If you have to describe it, it's like a picture of snowflake noise on a TV. And these things that look like gray-white spots at first glance, but when you look closely, they are no longer gray-white, but vaguely colorful.

If you continue to look at it, you feel that it is not "colorful", but some "color that is not a color".

To me, who was in a state of "gestalt collapse", these spots seemed to be Rorschach ink in a psychological test, forming ominous shapes all the time. It then disintegrates itself and forms an even more ominous shape, like a strange existence of countless changing bodies. Fear rose uncontrollably, tormenting my nerves.

Suddenly, the spots formed by these "colors that are not colors" seem to gradually become the outline of a person and stabilize.

I looked at the figure in silence. At that moment, an auditory hallucination voice rang out, not from the humanoid form, but from my imagination," ...... Nothing. ”

I subconsciously searched for the source of the sound, but I was closed at the moment, and naturally I couldn't see anything.

"No desires, no afflictions, no hues, no karma. Everything in the world ceased to exist there. The hallucinatory voice continued to ring, and when I listened closely, it was actually somewhat familiar, like my own voice, "If you have to say it, it is empty." ”

"Empty." There was also a sound from the humanoid side, a completely unfamiliar voice, but it was too illusory for me to tell if it was a man or a woman.

"Yes. The so-called 'emptiness'. The hallucinatory voice said, "It's 'peace of mind.'" ”

"Anxin ......" the humanoid figure held his head in his hands and fell to his knees.

In the next second, it disintegrated in place, turning into countless tiny, maggot-like spots.

The epilogue faded through the dark space, and the maggots soon gathered again, forming another human form. Somehow, I could tell at a glance that this was definitely not the human form just now.

The new humanoid turned to look at me, didn't say anything, just made a gesture of holding something in his hand, inserting it into his heart, and then disassembled itself.

*

What exactly did I see?

I watched all this blankly, but I couldn't think of anything in my heart, everything seemed so incomprehensible.

It didn't take long for the "gestalt collapse" to be lifted.

I slowly opened my eyes and returned to the original world, while Paul's body had disappeared at some point, apparently by Hasta to another universe.

Then, I checked my body to see what I had gotten this time.