Hearing this, I first extracted the key elements of this story in my mind, then thought about it, and then said tentatively: "What you mean is that the touch of an alien god is essentially a mimicry monster, which will acquire the victim's memory after devouring the victim, and mimic the victim's appearance; At the same time, they have no monster consciousness and will mistake themselves for the victims themselves. Is that so? ”

"That's pretty much it. However...... "unlike the bears in the story, the sense of touch often does not have a physical substance, but rather visits the universe in which we live in an abstract form. It may have been a casual thought, a noise of unknown origin, a line of handwriting that seemed to be a coincidence of stains...... And so on. In the eyes of others, the victim's life is likely to be uneventful, but they are completely unaware that the victim has been completely eaten, digested, and replaced from the inside out at a certain stage of life. ”

What she describes sounds similar to the "time-travelers" who come to life in the form of entering other people's bodies in some fictional stories, but they are fundamentally different from me, a soul from other universes. Because, I have neither taken away other people's bodies, nor have I gained other people's memories, but I have taken my own memories and reincarnated in this world and grown up again from scratch.

So, why is the swordsman so sure that I am "touch"?

The Turin doctor continues: "At its core, the sense of touch is actually the cell of an alien god who shakes it off to other universes, either intentionally or unconsciously. Of course, since we don't know the life form of an alien god, or even whether it is a life or not, the term 'cell' is just far-fetched, so you just have to listen to it, and there is no need to go into details.

"Although it is only a small cell, to humans, it is unrivaled and strange, and even powerful psionic beings have a record of being devoured and replaced by touch.

"The sense of touch seems to investigate the planet's environment, and no one knows what the purpose of this investigation is. At the same time, because the sense of touch is not human, it has all kinds of skills that humans do not have; But on the other hand, because they are latent in human society, these skills will not be directly manifested, but will be manifested in the form of the genius of human beings themselves.

"After the replacement is completed, the consciousness of the sense of touch will be divided into two parts, one is the superficial consciousness based on the victim's memories and experiences, and the other is the consciousness of the cell itself. The latter will manipulate the former behind the scenes, in the form of a subconscious mind. In fact, the sense of touch itself does not have the concept of 'consciousness', which is a low level for external gods, and the reason why it has become like this is probably because we humans have this kind of consciousness structure. ”

She is a Turin doctor, she is very knowledgeable, and she is the right thing to do.

The reason why the swordsman said that I was tactile, was it based on my extraordinary talent in martial arts? It seems like more than that. I remember that he took out a lithograph, and after looking at it, he was very sure that I was tactile.

When I asked the doctor in Turin if the withered believers had a way to detect the sense of touch, she replied in the affirmative: "There are about fifty or more." ”

"So much?" This is something I didn't expect.

What she didn't expect was that she added: "More than forty-five of them were invented by withered believers." Didn't expect that, right? ”

I was convinced, "I really didn't expect it." ”

"In fact, more than half of the world's sacrifices to alien gods that fail because they are stopped are stopped by withered believers." She said something beyond the common sense, "There is an irreconcilable conflict between withered believers and believers in foreign gods. Because the withering believers believe in withering, it can be said that it is the ultimate existence that was conceived by the biosphere of this planet, that is, the so-called 'native gods'. As a believer in the native gods, it is natural that they cannot sit idly by and watch the alien gods stretch their tentacles into this planet. I say that, can you understand? ”

"Understood." I replied, thinking that the humans of this world are really difficult, that the native gods are things that will blow up the earth as soon as they wake up, and that the alien gods are monsters who don't know what to think and that can drive people into madness just by seeing them. The most active in resisting the clutches of foreign gods and demons is not the official of the alliance, but the withered believers who are thinking about how to pull all mankind to die together.

And the sun god "Ketugea", which is worshipped by Zoroastrianism, which is believed by the whole people, seems to have a major suspicion of alien gods according to the information I have learned during the "Sebation Town" incident......

This kind of sinister clues made me have an unrealistic thought: should I check more information in the future to see if I can find a way to take my family back to my home world.

But before I can do that, I have to figure out what is wrong with me.

"Is there one of the methods you just mentioned to detect the sense of touch?" With that, I described to her the stone seal that the swordsman had taken out.

The Turin doctor replied, "That's the test tool that the withering cultists often use. But the prop occasionally misjudged, because what it detected was not strictly a sense of touch, but the breath of an alien god, and it would only react to objects with a strong aura. Of course, generally speaking, if it's so strong that it reacts, then nine times out of ten it's tactile sensation. But there are exceptions. ”

In this way, it is possible that what the swordsman's stone seal detected was not me, but the blood power in my body...... While telling myself to be calm, I continued to ask, "Are there any other easy ways to test?" I mean, even I can use it. ”

"Yes." She seemed to think about it, and then said, "It's not convenient to say on the phone, I'll send you a text message later." ”

"Thank you." I said, "Also, if a withered believer encounters a sense of touch, what do they generally do with it?" ”

"If there are conditions for execution, they will be executed on the spot." She replied, "And if it doesn't work, a 'repatriation ceremony' will be arranged on the spot to try to repatriate it to its original universe." ”

*

If anyone has watched my story, they may think that my talent for martial arts was acquired after the time travel.

Not really.

From my previous life, I already had motor nerves that were not on the same level as other people. Although I don't fight much, I never lose a fight, and even people who learn martial arts are not my opponents. However, at that time, I had not even learned the basic skills of martial arts, so I couldn't talk about breaking down other people's martial arts. To draw an analogy, it is as if there is a genius who can solve world-class math problems with only his knowledge of junior high school mathematics, but conversely, if he has not even learned elementary school math on that day, then his achievements will be limited. No matter how top-notch the talent is, if it is not polished, it will not be able to blossom and bear fruit, and if my martial arts talent has not undergone long-term and rigorous training, it will be killed by someone with a gun in the end.

On the other hand, maybe it's because my talent is too high, so I don't want to learn martial arts. Because what normal people can do with hard work, I can do it with talent alone. On the other hand, because of the lack of comparisons, I don't know the details of my talents. If someone in my previous life suddenly came up to me and said, "You can cut a sonic boom cloud with a hand knife as long as you work hard", I wouldn't believe it at all, and I would even think, "Nonsense, are you really talking about martial arts, not some superpower?" ”

Even myself, when I first discovered the true nature of this talent, was very skeptical, thinking that I was not a genius, but a madman.

If I had realized it in my previous life, maybe everything would have been different.

But if, I mean, if—if all of this is my misunderstanding, my talent, though it was originally good, didn't evolve to the point where it is now. In fact, in my previous life, I was just an ordinary motor nerve that was very good, and I really wasn't so good here. In fact, unconsciously, at a certain stage of my new life, I was gnawed and replaced by the touch of an alien god, and I was not even aware that I was no longer myself. That's what makes my talent so extraordinary......

I stared at my phone, which had long since ended the call, and only woke up when the young man had finished his shower and came out to ask me what was wrong.

Now the young man had changed out of his soaked clothes, and he was wearing a slightly loose plaid shirt that he had bought from the innkeeper. I don't know what his real name is yet, so I'll call him "Plaid Shirt" for convenience.

I told him it was okay, then I turned and walked into the bathroom, took out a basin, took out red chalk, carved a simple ritual pattern on the bottom, filled it with tap water, brought it out, and put it on the bedside.

This is what the Turin doctor told me of "other detection methods" that can accurately identify whether the object is the touch of an alien god. As long as I drip blood into this basin of water and see if there is any abnormal change in color, I can complete the identification. If the water doesn't suddenly turn inky, it's not tactile. The fact that the withered cults were able to simplify the ritual of testing to such an extent was to admire their unquenchable enthusiasm for the unquenchable struggle of the alien gods.

The plaid shirt looked at me in amazement, and I turned my back and pulled out the anti-psionic dagger to cut my fingers. It was only then that I suddenly noticed that the tip of the knife was shaking uncontrollably.

It was my right hand, holding the knife, trembling, to be exact. I pressed my right wrist with my left hand, but my left hand was shaking. In his mind, the voice of the Turin doctor telling the story involuntarily sounded: it turned out that the real him, when he returned home that day, even his body and soul were devoured by the man-eating bear, and now he was just an alien in human skin.

I'm so scared.

Although I have long understood that I am just a coward who is easily frightened, it is because of this that I have to put on the cloak of terror and make those vicious and evil bad people mistakenly think that I am a character. However, I was so scared because of that story, because of the sense of touch. I was so scared that I couldn't even hold the knife steadily, and I was extremely embarrassed.

I tried to calm my mind as much as I could, and I never let the plaid shirt see it. Even if he saw it, he didn't even know who I was, so could he still tell me about it afterwards? But I just don't want other people to see my frightened face. That goes against my aesthetics.

I finally made up my mind, cut my finger, and let the blood drip into the basin.

After this, I stared at the basin for a long time. And the water in the basin, after fainting the drops of blood, has always been clear.