The investigators are all human!

Moreover, the vast majority do not have supernatural powers!

Their main weapons are firearms, as well as some psychotropic drugs.

Tenacious spirit, strong physique, and cautious thinking are the reliance they rely on in the face of cultists, all kinds of degenerate organizations, and unspeakable terror!

When the investigator of the secret keeper joins the company, what needs to be tested is physical, mental, and inspiration.

The physique is the simplest, and I have done it in the hospital.

Now it's about spirit and inspiration.

The higher the spirit, the stronger the enduring capacity of the investigator.

The higher the inspiration, the easier it is to perceive some hidden existences, hear voices that others can't hear, and see things that others can't see.

For an investigator, the higher the spirit, the better, but the inspiration is not necessarily.

"Is he a writer after all...... I've read a report that says that people who tend to think sensually, such as artists, tend to be a little more inspired, which is why the Order of the Falling Stars kidnaps artists and uses them to listen and interpret some mysteries. ”

Beside Love, a middle-aged researcher with blond hair and a white lab coat chuckled, "What's next...... It's up to him how long he can hold on. ”

In addition to the researcher and Love, there were many people standing in the observation room, all of whom were grading with serious expressions.

This kind of review is a bit primitive...... I'd better disguise it. ’

Thinking of this, Fang Xian began to do the question, while secretly hiding his spiritual strength.

He also didn't know what the standard was.

But it should still be feasible to hide half of it.

Therefore, halfway through the question, he appeared with a visibly uncomfortable expression and got up and banged on the door.

The door quickly opened, and Love rushed in, taking him outside and starting to rest.

And told him that he would have to wait for a while more for the specific results of the review.

After Fang Xian 'recovered', the two came to the laboratory together.

Through the glass, Fang Xian saw that there were two works in the laboratory.

One is his own three-line poem.

The other is an oil painting by Simpson.

Now it seems that this abstract painting can only be regarded as average, but the colors are too bright, the lines are too distorted, and there is no sense of impact that it had before.

"According to the investigation, the Simpson used your verses at that time to make everyone present lose the ability to resist...... It's a supernatural force. ”

Love said: "The laboratory selected another person, recited the three-line poem in various tones, and found no problems, and then did another control experiment, together with this oil painting, there was a little change, but only a little ...... According to the researcher, it was the 'bullet' on the oil painting, which had been consumed. ”

"So...... Reciting poems and painting can reproduce the scene of that day, so that the people around them lose the ability to resist? Fang Xian nodded: "It's a pity...... The Simpson has been killed by you, is there any gain from the Fallen Star Order? ”

"There are very few documents, and there is no breakthrough in the live interrogation that has been caught......" Love shrugged his shoulders: "However, I feel that oil painting is not the key, your poem is the key, your poem is a firearm, and oil painting only provides bullets, understand?" Bullets we all have, and that is our mental power! ”

"So...... Verses are guns that can transform our otherwise harmless mental power into bullets and shoot them? Interesting theory! ”

Fang Xian nodded, amazed by the investigator's acuity.

In his opinion, this is also the truth.

"But we couldn't find that channel...... In the process of converting spiritual power into bullets, there is still a process missing, perhaps a kind of spiritual frequency...... That Simpson mastered the technique and used oil painting to transform his spirit into a bullet, but unfortunately he died......"

Love shrugged his shoulders.

"You were the one who shot him, right?"

Fang Xian rolled his eyes.

"I'm just an ordinary person, and in the face of a cultist who can exert all kinds of supernatural powers, it is naturally the safest thing to kill him...... As for the investigation, we can talk about it later. ”

Love said with a little vicissitudes: "When you become a formal investigator, you will understand that this is a wise saying." ”

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

Fang Xian asked.

"Go in, pick up the Psalms, and see what the difference ......"

Love discussed with a few researchers next to him, "You might be able to activate that power...... It's also a test for you. ”

"Okay."

Fang Xian walked into the laboratory, did not look at the oil painting, and picked up his original poem.

"I have been born again and died, but I cannot reach the other ......"

"Death chases the shadows, and without the fragrance, it will not die in the withered ......"

"But this psalm shall endure, and shall give thee immortal ......"

Although it was written by 'him', when I looked at these words, I actually felt very confused: 'This...... It's like a message from my true spirit...... It feels like I'm right...... Was it Rocca's inspiration at the time, which captured my true spirit and was affected to a certain extent? ’

However, at that time, I had already entered a period of silence and lost my strength...... And this verse still has power! ’

So...... At that time, he also sensed other existences, other sources of power, and injected a new transcendent power into this psalm? ’

'The water in this world is a little deep...... Is there a true God? Maybe...... More than one? ’

"What did you find?"

From the radio, Love's voice was heard.

"It feels okay, but I don't know why you made the lab this way?"

Fang Xian looked at the laboratory and found that it was somewhat similar to the interrogation room, all its 'corners' were also blocked by cement, in short, he just didn't want to have a sharp angle style.

"Our architectural style is like this, naturally there is a certain amount of truth, anyway, you have almost passed the review, I can tell you...... Some supernatural powers, with the help of the mystery of angles, can open the portal door and achieve tricks such as teleportation...... Our buildings are designed to prevent that. ”

Love explained.

"Angle...... Transmission? Interesting! ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xian's mouth, and he began to admire the oil painting.

"Once again, I must solemnly warn you that no supernatural power is gratuitous, and most of them are inclined to darkness and require sacrifices and sacrifices...... The descent, the loss of reason, is only the slightest circumstance......"

Love reminded.

But at this time, Fang Xian couldn't listen to it very much.

He looked at the painting, thinking about the angle and teleportation, and a black mist seemed to appear in front of him.

The black mist rolled and wriggled, as if something was about to break through.

Is that......