As the saying goes, Maxima often exists, but Bole does not.

This sentence is unrealistic if it is only taken literally. In fact, it should be the other way around, there may be characters like Bole in this world, but horses that can travel thousands of miles a day, not to mention that they are often and infrequently, they are magical animals that do not exist at all.

However, for me, traveling thousands of miles a day is not something that cannot be done.

As long as I have this intention, it is okay to travel at a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour like a high-speed train running on a railway, and this is not even my limit at all. And as long as you slowly increase the speed, the burden on the plaid shirt can be reduced to a minimum. But of course, I'm a human after all, and I can't sustain this explosiveness for long. If you patronize the road and use up all the physical strength necessary for the battle, then this trip to the harvest village is just a death.

So on the way, when I passed the nearby railway, I also took a "hitchhiker" along the way.

All in all, after such and such a "tiring journey", the "journey" of more than 150 kilometers was not as time-consuming and labor-intensive as expected, but finally took a lot of twists and turns when going deep into the mountain forest. Because it was still dark, the forest terrain was rugged, and there were many dirt slopes and trees blocking the road, so I had to stop from time to time to ask my plaid shirt to show me the way, and I felt that this was the place where the most time-consuming time was taken. In the middle, I have to put him down and give him rest. Even though he was only carried by me, his consumption was quite serious.

As soon as I put him on the ground, he put his hands on the ground, sweating and vomiting and gasping for air.

"It's a mess, it's too messy...... he said, he vomited. If I correct him now and tell him that I am not a psyker, I guess it will take a lot more to explain, so I will simply be wrong.

"If I were also a psyker, it would be fine." He finally recovered and looked at the cloudy sky, it was no longer raining, and he didn't know if it was because we had left the rainy area. Then, he sighed with mixed feelings, "In this way, I may be able to find out all the truth with my own hands, and I can also avenge my parents with my own hands." ”

"Do you want to get psionic powers, too?" I asked.

"I thought about it. However, it's just a thought. He said, "I went and tested it." There is no talent. ”

"Not disappointed?"

"I'm disappointed. I was disappointed. It's just that this can't be helped, it's destined. He shook his head, "But perhaps, like the lucky few, even if I don't make any effort, I will suddenly awaken my psionic energy like winning the lottery." Of course, just to talk about it, I understand that this is not realistic, but if you think about it a little, you will not be damned. ”

"Hmm."

"It is said that there are still a very small number of people, so I guess it is a flaw of inspiration. These inspiration-deficient people are really hopeless. Since ancient times, no one with a lack of inspiration has been able to become a psyker. ”

"Yes."

That's all I can say. Because, there is nothing wrong with what he said.

For the inspired, it's a wall of despair that I can't cross, and I can't argue with it. However, even though this road with no end in sight is full of hardships and frustrations, I still want to try and try again.

Maybe I won't give up until I fail on the last attempt. It's just that even I don't know how many attempts it will take to be my last.

After the break, I continued on my way with my plaid shirt.

"Why are you helping me?" He finally asked, "If it's for me......

"Are you too self-conscious?" I say.

But to say that I have no sympathy for what happened to him is false. Thinking about it from another perspective, if Xu Shengxing was sacrificed alive by a guy who came from nowhere, then I would definitely be so sad and angry that I didn't even know what I would do at that time...... So in this respect, although I didn't act for the dead parents of the plaid shirt, I didn't mind that when I acted, I had a little bit of "to clear his hatred".

"You just need to lead the way." I said to him, "Where is the village in the forest, and where are the temple-like buildings in the village...... Point them all out for me, and your mission is over. ”

Yes, I didn't ignore that Plaid Shirt mentioned in his story about himself that the place where he met Ceres at that time was in front of the door of a "temple-like stone building". The second act of the Turin doctor's divination also suggests that I am in a temple-like building, holding a Buddha statue in my hand, my eyes bloodshot and my expression terrifying.

There is probably something wrong with the Buddha carving, but since I already know it, it's a big deal not to take it. Anyway, my goal is just to wither the believers.

"You can watch from afar." I say.

"No, I'm with you too." His tone was unusually firm, "I must know the truth of everything. I should have this power......" he paused suddenly, and corrected it categorically, "no, it should be said that I have this responsibility." ”

If he insisted on power, then the first thing I did when I arrived at the place would have been to knock him unconscious.

I was noncommittal and said, "I'm going to get someone out of the village and ask about the situation, who do you think will be the one who knows more?" ”

"If you can, get my hair out first."

"Is it to vent your anger?" I asked this on purpose. Actually, I also feel that his hair is a bit of a problem, but I still have to listen to his opinion here.

"No, I have a feeling he's suspicious." He said, "Since the village allows Fa Xiaola to be a substitute for the dead ghost, it means that the selection of living sacrifices is not so particular, and it is estimated that anyone can do it." In fact, my parents were the least popular in the village, so the village chose them as living offerings, at least that's what my hair said. But if the conditions for choosing a live sacrifice are popular or not, why would the village choose him with such popularity? ”

The direction of his suspicion at the moment was not much different from mine, so I agreed with him.

Finally, we arrived at Harvest Village.

The village has little electricity and no extravagant use of fuel, so visibility at night is extremely low. Even though I have good eyesight, I am quite affected. The plaid shirt briefly showed me the way at the entrance of the village, and I told him to stay away from the village while I stifled my breath and went deep into the village. Soon, I was in front of the house where his hair was.

Instead of rushing in, I reached out and pressed my palm against the stone brick walls of the room to perceive the inner workings of the building.

In martial arts, there is a concept called "listening to strength".

This is a common term used in the contest between martial artists, and a martial artist who has mastered the strength of listening can sense the movement of the opponent's muscles with his sense of touch when he comes into contact with the opponent, and judge how the opponent will be lucky in the future. If you train to the point of being superb, you will be able to deal with all the attacks after the first parry even if you close your eyes.

And if I use it, I can identify all the transmission structures in the opponent's body at the moment of contact with the opponent, and everything is like a cross-section, which is clear in my mind.

Of course, this kind of thing is only effective for objects that can move on their own, and the building itself does not move.

So that's where I need to do it myself. It is up to me to exert force on the building, and to feel the load-bearing and stress-bearing structure of the building from the reaction force. It doesn't take a lot of force, just a little dark energy.

I immediately knew the structure of the house, then I pry the door open, stepped inside, and came to the bedroom where Fa Xiao was.

Surprisingly, he actually made a small mechanism on the bedroom door, which would make a screeching noise when others tried to enter, but of course I wouldn't plant it on such a layman-level small mechanism, and it was easy to avoid it. But why would he do such a mechanism? Is it because he was once chosen as a living sacrifice, so he was wary of other villagers?

He was lying on the bed at the moment, and I crept over to his side and saw his face clearly. He is a young man about the same age as Plaid Shirt, and his facial features are identical to those described. Suddenly, he sat up from the bed and slammed up.

It almost scared me, but on closer inspection, he didn't notice me, as if he had been awakened by some nightmare. Then he sat on the bed, his arms folded on his knees, trembling, and drowning in fear that I didn't know.

I didn't mean to talk to him, I knocked him out very directly, then slung him to my shoulders and left the room, back to a clearing where my plaid shirt was.

I threw his hair to the ground in front of him. Under our watchful eye, Fa Xiao slowly woke up.

His first reaction was not to scream, but to prop up his body stupidly, as if his brain had not been able to digest his situation properly.

"If you call someone, I'll start with the tip of your tongue and cut your tongue little by little." I say.

He reacted and wanted to scream, but at the same time covered his mouth with his hands. He was extremely frightened, and asked in a very low voice, "You, who are you?" ”

"You're not going to have forgotten about me." Plaid shirt spoke, and his voice sounded faintly in the darkness, reaching his own small ears, "I'm back." ”

"Napomusino?" Fa Xiao was shocked and said, "You really escaped?" Do you dare to come back? ”

The plaid shirt seemed to have changed and said coldly: "You used to call me by a nickname, but now you have become so angry, I am very sad." ”

I don't dare to squeak when I am small.

Plaid shirt asked the question: "What the hell is going on in the village, what is going on with that guy who calls himself Ceres." ”

"I don......'t know," said Fa Xiao with a slight winker, "Ceres, he has been in the village since ancient times......"

The plaid shirt suddenly became angry and pulled the hair from the ground. Of course, he was at least careful not to make a big noise. His voice was reminiscent of the low roar of a beast, "Don't tell me anything 'since ancient times'!" Do you think I can't see it? Although the other villagers have been brainwashed by the so-called Ceres in some way, you shouldn't have been brainwashed, right? Or, although you have also been brainwashed, but for some reason, you have solved the brainwashing? Or maybe you haven't solved the brainwashing, but somehow you have investigated the truth in the village? Tell me, which side the hell! ”

Fa Xiao's eyes widened in horror, "You—how do you know ......?"

"You used the message 'My parents didn't die in an accident, but were murdered' to get me to return to the village." The plaid shirt's voice was very cold, "But isn't that strange?" The other villagers thought that the deceased in the village had died as a result of sacrifice, and that I should know about it. And on this premise, since I am like this in the eyes of the villagers, then when I hear your words, I will definitely come to the conclusion that my parents are very likely to have been sacrificed by the village, and the village is very dangerous, so I should be wary of the village and not easily set foot in traps. ”

Fa Xiao said to himself: "And my original intention is to let you return to the village without knowing anything, and then die for me." It would be detrimental to myself if you were to come to such a conclusion......"

"So you are different from other villagers, there is no key difference between me in your memory and myself in my memory." "In other words, there's a good chance your memory hasn't been tampered with." ”

Fa Xiao was speechless for a moment.

What the plaid shirt said was something that even I didn't expect. He had shown a bright mind from before, whether it was when he was framed by Fa Xiao, he immediately deduced that the original living sacrifice was Fa Xiao, or the reason he used when he asked me to arrest Fa Xiao first, it showed that he was not without judgment about the situation, but none of those surprised me at this moment. Perhaps, it is his curiosity to get to the bottom of everything that has been continued since he was a child, which has trained him to be wise today.

Originally, I simply regarded him as a victim of this conspiracy, a weak person who could only passively accept the situation, but now it seems that he himself has the talent of an investigator who actively explores the fog of Harvest Village and digs out the truth from the darkness with his own hands.

Fa Xiao held his head in his hands and said fearfully, "I can't say it...... If you say it, you will definitely be killed......"

Plaid Shirt asked viciously, "Why do you think I won't kill you?" ”

Fa Xiao seems to have a fluke mentality, so he kept silent.

The plaid shirt didn't know what to do with him for a while, and the two fell into a stalemate.

That said, it's my turn to get out of the race.

"Leave it to me." I say.

The plaid shirt was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and asked curiously, "Can you use spiritual energy to invade his spirit and make him tell the truth?" ”

"Unfortunately, I wouldn't do that." I said, "But I still know a thing or two about how to help others improve their mood so that they can speak their minds voluntarily." ”

After saying that, I stretched out my hand to my small body.

Three minutes later, he was transformed into a man who knew everything, said everything, and was very honest.