My world has finally lifted the "gestalt collapse", the street lamps no longer look like giant monks, the buildings no longer look like tombstones, the darkness after closing your eyes is only darkness, everything seems to be like an invisible finger pressing the reset button in the background of the universe, and it is movingly restored to its original state.

The emotions of the rest of my life after the catastrophe rose from my heart like a rocket, but immediately, I had strong doubts: the "gestalt collapse" that had just acted on my consciousness was obviously aimed at the result of completely losing control of me, but in the middle of the process, it seemed that some kind of change had happened, as if the executioner who was about to execute the prisoner suddenly received a call to change the outcome of the trial, which made my situation reverse in an instant.

I don't know what happened, so I can only turn my attention back to the present.

I trembled and clung to the wall to keep myself straight.

Now my posture is not as embarrassing as that of a big long-haired dog that has just been fished out of the water.

Actually, if there were other people watching me here and now, I wouldn't be so embarrassed, and I would definitely have to pretend to be cold and confident no matter what, but there is no one else anyway, so allow me to be scared for a while.

Others, like drones, don't know that I'm inherently a scared person.

But in order to gain a foothold in the dark zone, where psionics are more active, I, as an ordinary person, must not allow others to see the weakness of my heart. I had to make my tone tougher than the others, my methods more ruthless, and at times like a blood-soaked puzzle, unpredictable and impossible to figure out how painful the response would be if it were done against me. Therefore, I must not be a person who is afraid, but on the contrary, I must be a person who makes others afraid.

As long as I use the fears of others and erase my own fears, I can appear fearless.

After clearing my mind, I checked my body to see if I had become the psyker of my dreams thanks to the feedback of the Blood Sacrifice Ritual.

But it was only after looking closely that I realized that my field of vision had expanded a lot, as if the visual function of my right eye had miraculously recovered.

Moreover, my paralyzed right arm has regained consciousness and can move freely, just as I was in the prime of my life last year; My left foot is also free from the inconvenience I have long been accustomed to, and I can swing it freely, even if I step on the ground hard, there is no abnormality, just like my right foot is intact.

There can be no mistake - I have completely gotten rid of my disability and am back into a normal person with sound limbs!

Not only that, but my right arm was in a state of muscle degeneration due to the inability to move for a long time, but now it looks and uses almost the same as my left arm.

I couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised.

But at the same time, I noticed that I hadn't become a psyker.

As usual, this is unreasonable, because, firstly, I made it clear in my prayer that I wanted to become a psionic being, and I did not mention anything about restoring my bodily functions; Second, the scope of acceptance of blood sacrifice rituals that I have grasped does not include the repair of physical disabilities at all.

Unless, the "Sheepskin Killer's Soul" that I sacrificed did not match the requirement of "making me a psyker" in terms of value, so Hasta, who responded to my sacrifice, voluntarily changed the content of the gift according to my existing conditions, and chose to repair my body.

There's only one answer I can think of, but even that's a problem—because, even if the Sheepskin Killer is a trash, and I don't even have to pay the price of a fingernail to kill this kind of guy, but he's still a psyker, and from a neutral point of view, his soul is worth more than mine.

However, in the end, his soul was only exchanged for the gift of "repairing my one hand, one foot, one eye". This is undoubtedly not equivalent.

The knowledge of the Blood Ritual has taught me that trading with Hasta is risky, but it is also rewarding.

Although I have just realized that there is a certain danger factor in this ritual knowledge that misleads the reader's thought process, if knowledge is viewed separately from the danger factor, and the premise is to believe in the knowledge itself, then perhaps the problem is still on my side.

Is there a problem with the blood ritual I set up? My setup should be flawless.

So, the problem is with the living sacrifice, with the sheepskin killer?

*

I did some mental work on myself, and finally mustered up the courage to go back to the ceremony at the end of the alley to take a look.

But the ceremonial scene was empty, not to mention the sheepskin killer whose soul and body had been eaten away by the red light like jelly, and even the blood pattern I had placed on the ground had evaporated out of thin air. If it weren't for the mottled blood stains left over from the sheepskin killers, I would have suspected that everything was my hallucination, and that I hadn't arranged any rituals.

This is a good thing, I can even save the effort of cleaning the "crime scene", but I can't find clues related to the ritual anomaly.

I went back to the little street outside, taking off my mask and shaking the woman I had drugged before.

"Wake up." I say.

She woke up, finally saw my face (albeit disfigured), and suddenly her face changed, and she forgot to stand up, and her ass was pressed against the ground and she stepped back and forth.

"Do you remember what happened before?" I asked.

"You, you use a strange spray, ...... me" She looked at me as if she was looking at a sex offender, and after that, she quickly checked whether her clothes were untidy.

"I mean, more than before." I reminded.

"Before?" She froze for three seconds, her face turned pale, "I seem to be ...... It was as if a stranger had come here, and the man was dressed in sheep's clothing...... But I think of him as a very trusted friend, and he's a stranger......"

"That man is a psionic criminal wanted by the local police, nicknamed 'Sheepskin Killer', and he somehow hypnotized you." I said, "But now, you're safe." ”

"So, who are you?" She asked nervously.

"That's not what you should know." I deliberately said in a strong tone, "You can go home now." ”

She was dazed for a moment, then stood up, stared at my face as if to remember my false face, and then said cautiously, "My name is Helen, thank you for saving me." How can I repay you? ”

I wasn't interested in her repayment, and I left here without her retention.

*

I went back to the second district, got rid of my disguise in the park two and a half kilometers from my home, put on an eye patch, changed my clothes and walking stick, and became disabled again.

I couldn't explain to my family why I was able to heal my disability all of a sudden. I can only continue to play myself as a disabled person.

After that, I didn't go home immediately, but first sprayed a flower water on my body to cover up the smell of blood on my body, and then went into a nearby public bathhouse to wash away all the flower water and the smell of blood.

By the time I finally got home, it was half-past eleven. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a pair of black leather shoes in the entrance. When he walked into the living room, sure enough, Lao Xu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a white paper document.

Lao Xu's full name is "Xu Shengxing", my father in this life, who works in the public security department of Beaver City, and is considered a senior police officer.

When he saw me come in, he looked up at me as if a parent was looking at his late child—yes, but I have been very grateful for the kindness he has given me for raising me for so many years, but I have always found it difficult to truly regard him as a father. You know, when I was born as a baby eighteen years ago, he wasn't much older than I died in my previous life.

"Where did you go?" he asked. ”

"Bathhouse." I replied.

"But you didn't change your clothes."

"I forgot to bring a change of clothes."

"Really?" He looked at my hair carefully, furrowed his nose and sniffed it as if to confirm that it had been washed, nodded with a straight face, then lowered his head and continued to read the papers.

I was about to go back to my bedroom to re-examine the pages I had torn from the history book of the wild history that recorded the knowledge of the blood sacrifice ritual, but at that moment, the "work phone" in my pocket suddenly vibrated inappropriately.

This caught his attention, and he looked at me again.

The "work phone" is my secret, and although it is nothing to be seen, it inevitably makes him wonder when I will have a new phone. I had to turn around, put my cane to the side, and then took my phone out of my pocket with my left hand, adjusted the angle of my body so that he wouldn't see it, and then looked down at the phone screen.

The caller ID was a phone number that I had seen not long ago, and it was Adam's.

What is he calling me for at such a time?

In any case, you can't answer the phone here.

Unlike me, a son who has no psychic potential, Xu Shengxing is a psychic person, as long as he has that meaning, he can easily eavesdrop on the content of my phone call here from such a distance. Although his personality would not have tapped on my phone, it was not a reason for me to take risks.

I had to hang up and put my phone away.

"Why did you hang up?" He asked.

"It's a harassing call." I say.

"Didn't you answer?" He seems to have been a police officer for a long time, and has developed a professional habit of breaking the casserole and asking questions to the end. Perhaps he himself is not conscious, but the person he talks to can easily hallucinate that he is being interrogated as a prisoner.

I had to patiently explain that the current harassing calls will be marked by mobile phone users, and the mark can be seen by other mobile phone users. He seemed to understand, then stood up, put the papers in the file bag, and said as he walked to the entrance, "Then I'll go out first." ”

"Out of the house?" I asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Public Security Bureau." He said with a blank look.

"Do you still have to work at this point?" I was a little confused, "So what did you just come back for?" ”

"Look at you." He said, "I don't worry about you alone, so I'll take the time to come back and have a look." Actually, I just came back, and since you're home, I'll go back to the bureau first. ”

"Didn't I say that it doesn't matter if I'm alone?"

"I know, but if I hadn't been working in the bureau and rarely cared about you and Xiaoji, maybe you wouldn't have had that kind of accident." After he finished speaking, he closed his mouth and silently glanced at my hands and feet, his eyelids moving faintly. It was as if he was deliberately staring at the scorching sun in the middle of summer, and he had to force himself not to squint.

Without waiting for my reply, he turned and pushed the door open and left.

I walked to the window and watched him drive the car away.

Then he took out his "work phone" and dialed Adam's number.

Adam quickly connected, and his first words were, "Did you kill the Sheepskin Killer?" ”

"If you keep talking about it, you won't know anything from me." I said unceremoniously.

"I'm sorry, but I want to say that if you're on your way to hunt him down, then I want you to put this on hold." He said.