Nothing—it looks like this.

I examined my body in such detail that I even went into the bathroom of this small single-family house, took off all my clothes, and looked inside and out in the mirror, but I still didn't notice any changes. But this is not to say that there really are no changes, in fact, I know where the changes are occurring, and the reason why I have to check my body is because I want to know if there are any unnecessary changes.

Then I put on my clothes and overturned the two bodies on the couch to the ground, sat down on the couch again, and silently felt it.

There's no mistake, I do have an extra stream of energy in my body.

Although I can't see it directly with the naked eye, and energy shouldn't have color or texture, I feel that this energy is red, with a blood-like texture, flowing through my veins along with my own blood. There's no basis for this wonderful impression, and I don't want to take my body apart to actually examine it, but that's how I feel. The energy of blood resides in my body.

Couldn't this be psionic power?

I can't help but be so skeptical. But as far as I know, no psionic ability can give people that feeling. At the end of the day, psionic energy does not reside in the body, but in the soul.

Could it be that Hasta watched me practice martial arts for many years, which made me awaken to the so-called "internal strength" - but it doesn't seem to be the case.

I tried to mobilize this energy with my mind, but to no avail. This energy, like real blood in this respect, does not follow my will, but flows in its own way. I got up again, tried punching, kicking, and didn't see any increase in my speed and strength. Even though I deliberately used strenuous exercise to speed up my heart rate and make my blood flow faster, I didn't feel any change in the "speed" of this energy - it didn't really seem to be flowing with my blood.

So, how exactly should this energy be used? And what can you do with it?

It doesn't seem to make a difference with it or not, is it just my hallucination, like a "gestalt breakdown", one of the side effects of the blood sacrifice ritual?

If so, then where is the gift of the Blood Sacrifice Ritual to me?

and, the voice I just heard, and the conversation with the human form that appeared in the dark vision...... What does that mean exactly?

It was useless to stand here and think about it, so I decided to start by giving it a name. Since it gives me the impression of being like blood, and it appeared with the blood sacrifice ceremony, then for the sake of convenience, let's call it "blood power". Although it is not possible to judge the specific truth of the power of blood for the time being, it will always be possible to explore whether it is real or an illusion, and how to use it.

Looking at the messy scene around me, I first cleaned up the ritual traces in the living room, then picked up the black cloth used to draw the blood sacrifice ceremony, folded it, and then put it into the box prepared in advance, and the surface of the box was painted with ritual patterns to isolate spiritual fluctuations.

When I was done, I turned and walked to the main entrance of the room.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a person standing outside the door.

It's Naoto Inoue.

As soon as I could see his face, he screamed in fright and punched me.

The first reaction to being frightened was not to be stunned, but to attack first, maybe he had a little talent in combat.

"Stop, it's me." I said as I avoided it.

He paused slightly, and then saw my face clearly. For convenience, my transfiguration is the same most of the time, so he can recognize it. Unexpectedly, in the next moment, his pupils contracted suddenly, his expression became even more panicked, and he reflexively kicked over with one leg.

I quickly circled to his side and tripped his other supporting foot before he could put the kicking foot down.

He fell to the ground and struggled on the ground like a drowning man. I took two steps back so as not to be hit by his struggles, and said, "Calm down, what are you doing?" ”

He turned a deaf ear to my words, but after three seconds, he finally came to his senses, withdrew from his state of fear, and finally stopped. He lay on the ground and looked at me, was silent for a moment, and then, with a look of embarrassment, slowly got up.

"I'm sorry for the rudeness...... he said, "and I was a little scared to see you all of a sudden." I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

"It didn't look like I was 'a little' scared."

"This ...... I mean, your face, uh, makes me kind of ...... It's a little ......," he said hesitantly, "If you suddenly see it without doing a good job of psychological work, it will, that ......"

I had a vague hunch, "PTSD? ”

"Hmm......" he nodded gloomily.

Now I can understand it completely: it seems that the "ease of handling" he showed when he met me last time was only a disguise. He hadn't completely shaken off the psychological shadow of the remnants of the Blood Sacrifice Ritual last time, so much so that now when he saw my face, he was so frightened that he lost his mind. It's a mixed feeling, and while it's fun to be scared, it's a bit off the line with what I really want.

I asked instead, "Are you here to find Paul?" ”

"Paul. Martinez. He read Paul's full name and nodded, "Yes, I'm here for him." ”

"He's dead."

"What?"

He frowned in confusion, as if he wanted to enter the room, but I grabbed him by the shoulder, "Leave the others alone, but you can't go in." ”

Hearing this, his face turned pale, and his whole body seemed to be soft, "Could it be ......?"

"When I was arranging 'that method' just now, I added a ritual to isolate spiritual fluctuations, so you won't be affected if you're so close now." I said, "But no matter how close it is, I can't promise anything." ”

"I, I see......" His eyes changed as he looked at the villa, as if he were looking at a real haunted house.

"By the way, didn't you say that you went to the Public Security Bureau to turn yourself in during the day?" I asked, "How did you get here now?" ”

"I turned myself in, but the police said they wouldn't arrest me." As he spoke, he stepped back, distancing himself from the villa, looking at his cautious movements, as if if his retreat was too intense, the villa would suddenly transform into a super robot on the spot and rush over and beat him, "They said that whether it was Paul who was attacked by me. Martinez, or my father, was a man of all evil. So, instead of punishing me, they invited me to join the Public Security Bureau......"

"You promised?" I followed him.

"Well, now I'm a psychic medium for the Public Security Bureau." He nodded intricately.

This is also a matter of course, the public security bureau in this part of Beaver City is a very sleek department (sometimes it is too slick), and when you see a rare talent like him who is harmless to the people, she will naturally not let it go.

I knew about what he was thinking at the moment.

It is also ironic that Inoue Renta also wanted to become a police officer back then, but he was unable to pass the political examination of the police academy because of his father who was serving a prison sentence; And his son Naoto Inoue obviously has a father like him who has presided over a large number of human experiments, but he even ignores the experience of killing his father, and the local public security has opened the door for him.

If Inoue Renta Izumishita is knowledgeable, I don't know what his expression will be?

*

After separating from Inoue, I found a forest of miscellaneous trees and buried the box with the black cloth in the ground.

The reason why I chose to draw the blood ritual pattern on the black cloth just now was because I wanted to transfer the main body carrying the residual effect to an item that was easy to transport, and then find a place to hide the black cloth, even if the residual effect was dealt with. As for the remnants of the villa's interior, it will be dissipated tonight due to the loss of the main body. This is also my judgment based on the fact that the essence of the residual influence is spiritual fluctuations.

The remnants of the alley can't be solved in this way, as it has invaded the ground and cannot be solved even if the ground is dug up.

While some people want to use it as a "psionic" radioactive contamination weapon, most of the time, it's just a public hazard. It's irresponsible to carry it around, so I have to put it here for the time being.

This "Blood Ritual Experiment" has brought me enough experience to prove that I can indeed take the risk of the blood sacrifice when I am fully prepared.

After I walked out of the woods, the drone called me.

"Are you busy? You've killed Paul. Martinez, right? He asked.

"I didn't say I was going to kill him." I said, "Although it was indeed killed." ”

"I'll just say it." He smiled, "By the way, I have also helped you investigate the 'retorting medicine' that you commissioned me to investigate a week ago." ”

The anti-conversion medicine he refers to is not the same as the spiritual transformation medicine, which is a medicine that reduces inspiration.

To psionics, this is the equivalent of poison; But for me, it's extraordinary.

If I take a reversal pill while using the Blood Ritual and greatly reduce my motivation, then I will be able to develop a stronger immunity to the side effects of the Blood Ritual Rite.

In other words, I will be able to sacrifice psionics with blood then.

"The result?" I asked.

"Zero." Although I couldn't see his posture, I felt as if he was shrugging his shoulders, "After all, who would study this useless drug?" I used my network to ask some local psionics, and they all said that although they had heard of it, they didn't know how to make it, and they didn't know who could make it. ”

"I see." I muttered, "So...... No way. I'm sorry, but I happen to know a candidate who probably knows how to prepare withdrawal drugs, so you can help me investigate. ”

"Wait—" he couldn't help but say, "you know? Didn't you say it earlier? ”

"I don't want to look for him if I can."

"Why? Do you have a personal grudge against him, or is he very famous? ”

"Neither." I said, "Actually, all I know is his temporary residence, his nickname, and how he can make retortive medicines, that's all." ”

"Then why don't you want to look for him?"

"It's a long story."

"Hmph...... Well, I'll help you look into the survey. He said, "So, what's his nickname?" ”

As I recalled, I gave the man's nickname:

"Doctor Turin."