"Hey, hey, hey...... This is the human race, this is your ......" A middle-aged man dressed in a Foundation researcher costume sat on the ground, nagging at a guard who was also sitting on the ground. His white coat was covered in blood, his collar was torn and hung haphazardly over his shoulders, his hair was sticky and tangled, and his face was covered with countless shocking cuts made with small blades.

"Servility, laziness, betrayal, greed, jealousy, cowardice, corruption...... If you look at these words, why do you use so many different words to distinguish yourself from each other, to deceive yourself? Can't you just be simpler, like just categorizing it as human nature? His hands kept drawing circles on both sides of his head, as if he was extremely entangled: "Ahhhhh......h You guys are simply the most perfect work of the Creator, well, of course the worst, hehehe, because each of you has your own little stories, little abacus, and you all have thoughts that you don't want to be known by anyone, and looking at you people every day seems to be much more fun than going out and wandering around...... Oh, by the way, did I get into your head? He asked with a grin, and then nudged the guard on the other side.

The guard shook a few times, then fell to the ground with a thud...... Apparently long dead.

"Hey, hey, it looks like you've been in the ...... Hahahaha———— "He seemed to be amused by his own jokes, clutching his stomach and rolling, his voice sounding like rubbing the glass with sandpaper, making the roots of his teeth sore.

As his gaze narrowed away, it was a huge room, and around him, countless corpses had been piled up, each of them laughing or frightened, their faces distorted and spasmed, like madmen who had played with themselves to death. And the monitor in the corner is recording all this.

In another room, Mr. Detective quietly watched everything on the screen: "Is he like this all the time?" He asked.

"Uh...... Please forgive me for not knowing what he is like now, I can't listen to him, I can't look at him, his infection doesn't matter when and where, even if it's through the screen, it's enough for me to finish. The little fat man sat at a distance from the surveillance screen, with headphones on him, which allowed him to filter out all the sounds in the monitor and hear only what Mr. Detective was saying.

Mr. Detective hesitated: "...... you killed him?" ”

"The body." The little fat man then said: "But I guess you can't be killed, because you don't have a body, anyway, the body is now kept in a safe place, and since he died, it has been more difficult to do, we can only use a large number of people every day to keep him, otherwise he will definitely make a bigger mess, but it seems that he is tired of this game, so we need you." ”

"So you're going to kill me too!"

"No, no, no, that's not killing, it's just letting you get out of your body for a while, he's like a cold virus, you're the medicine you have to take after a cold, and when the cold is cured, we'll return the body to you, it's easy to understand, right."

"But...... He doesn't look so easy to heal. The detective said lightly: "And your plan has a big loophole. ”

The little fat man was startled, as if something had been revealed, but Mr. Detective was facing away from him and didn't seem to see it.

"What vulnerability?" He sorted out his mood and asked suspiciously.

"The loophole is that you think I can keep an eye on him......"

"Can't you?"

"No, not even the mind that imprisons the carrier, he needs new things, and will need more and more, this need makes him strong, and one day, he will be out of my control."

The little fat man nodded: "We have also thought about this, so we have also made some plans for him, that is, when he can no longer be contained, we will bring him into our organization, to be honest, we are exposed to almost all the most interesting things in the world, we will use these things to satisfy him, to maintain a balance between you and him." ”

"That's not a long-term solution." The detective said in one word.

"Hmm...... So we have a backhand, and that is that we have found an ancient way to permanently fix the human soul in a body, but it is not mature enough now, so we need you to suppress it before we can actually completely imprison it. ”

"How long will it take?" The detective asked.

"I don't know yet, but time shouldn't be very important to you, no matter what it is, it's a unique experience for you, and maybe you'll feel more wonderful during the time you're in captivity for 'madness', won't you?" The little fat man said, already showing a slight smile of a victor.

After a while.

"Okay..... I don't seem to have a reason to refuse, so in the end, did you choose your carrier? ”

The little fat man nodded: "Of course, we found some psychopaths, murderers, madmen, thugs, these are people who are similar to that guy, I will send them to that person, and he himself will invade the minds of those people." ”

"What about the intensity of thinking?" The detective asked again.

"Mental intensity? What is that? ”

"One of the things I named myself, which can be roughly explained as the flexibility and solidity of the human mind, such as me and his spirit body is not just stuffed into it, if it is not strong enough, it will be burst and burned out." The detective explained.

The little fat man seemed to be lost in thought: "Hmm...... I didn't think about this, but it is true that there are many volunteers who completely collapse after touching the target...... However, this is not very difficult to solve, I will add a test of the thinking tolerance for the volunteers, and in the end I will give the most suitable candidate, you can rest assured. ”

"Okay......" Mr. Detective replied faintly.

No one saw that on the screen in front of him, the poor researcher in the lab coat was already sitting up, his face facing the monitor, as if he was peering at the person on the other side of the surveillance through the camera.

No one noticed, and at the same time, his mouth seemed to be slightly open and closed, as if he was talking to himself, in fact, even if anyone saw it, it would be impossible to notice the details that were so small that even pixels could not catch them.

But Mr. Detective saw it very really.

The guy was looking at himself...... Squirming lips.

He's talking......

"They...... Lie to you! ”