"Do you feel it?"

042 asked, standing at the front of the line, the sturdy armor being the toughest shield.

"Well, and it's deepening. 016 replied, knowing exactly what 042 was talking about, the thread called Fear.

For some reason, the fog in the valley became thicker, the vision was severely suppressed, and the visual distance was pitifully short, and in the midst of this, the demon hunters faintly felt the rising fear.

Strange to this, in the knowledge of the Demon Hunters, fear is the brain's conscious protection of the self, warning humans not to approach the unknown that may be dangerous.

After training, the witchers have the ability to suppress their own emotions, in order to pursue absolute sanity in the face of demons, but now there is no erosion and no demons, and their reason is gradually being eroded.

016 watched the fog around them vigilantly, as if something beyond the demons was affecting them in this treacherous fog.

"011 report. ”

The Demon Hunter's eyes are as bright as a torch, 011's power is Shang Dafeng, although the foreseeable future is very short, but in this mysterious situation, one more minute or a second may be the key to changing the tide of battle.

011 regularly activates the power to warn the entire team.

"Safe. ”

He replied briefly.

The three of them began to go deeper and deeper into the fog, and with the thick fog rising, they could no longer judge the direction, and even the buildings became blurred in it, as if in some inadvertent moment, they arrived in some unknown world.

In fact, it's almost the same as thinking so, the entire valley town is closed, completely isolated from the present world, and it is not wrong to say that the world is divided by ordinary people.

Suddenly there seemed to be a wind rising, and the fog was stirred by the nameless hand, rolling up a frenzied ash.

Almost instantly, the long rusty knife slashed through the mist, stained with disgusting blood, and the target was 016.

"Be careful!"

Shang Dafeng's power played its due role at this moment, and 011 may not have time to alert the others, but this did not prevent him from acting, nailing the sword dàng) to block the sudden attack.

The Witcher's coordination was on display, and from the same moment as the metal resonated, 042 arrived wielding his spiked sword, with the strongest armor on it, unconcerned about the dangers lurking in the fog.

The spiked sword was raised above his head, and then fell suddenly, like the blade of execution that condemned death.

The power is surging, and many times the Demon Hunters are not efficient in killing the enemy, or they are chosen according to the situation, most of the Demon Hunters will leave cruel wounds on the enemy, as if they are torturing the enemy, but in fact this is not a psychopath and any bad taste, this is just to make the enemy fearful.

It is more terrible to inject fear into the enemy's mind than to defeat him.

Many of the ordinary people who fight against the Witchers are not killed by the Witchers, but are lost by fear under the Witcher's almost crazy attack.

Fear is the universal language that transcends borders and species.

The nail sword fell smoothly, and the arm holding the long knife rose out of thin air, followed by a large smear of blood gushing out.

042 didn't stop, he burst forward again, breaking through the fog, and then a hideous and terrifying face appeared before his eyes.

The firm belief suddenly wavered for a moment, and the hand holding the nail sword trembled slightly.

That's a strange thread, it's similar to fear, but it's completely different.

In fact, although fear is terrifying, it is the most familiar thread of human beings. ”

In the fog, outside of the story, Lorenzo sat down on the bench and explained to the other three.

The kestrel looked a little impatient, and he hated Lorenzo for saying something else at a critical moment in the story, but Lorenzo continued as if he hadn't seen it.

"It can be understood as an early warning system of the human self that has been with us since the beginning of our lives. ”

Looking at the rest of the people with nonchalant looks, Lorenzo continued.

"Please think about it, this is not just a story, this is a precious demon hunting experience of a witcher, it is so special that I still remember it clearly...... Maybe in the future, this story will save your life. ”

Perhaps it was the seriousness of Lorenzo's words, which made the others slightly more serious.

Lorenzo looked at the face in the mist, his eyes heavy and puzzled.

"Have you heard of the Uncanny Valley Effect?"

He looked at everyone, but these listeners were not as knowledgeable as Lorenzo, after all, not everyone was like Lorenzo, who went to college to skip classes when he had nothing to do, or the kind who skipped a little bit of everything.

"In simple terms, this effect is barely a type of fear, but it's much more special than fear, and you've all had that experience, like looking at a small animal, maybe from a certain angle...... Suddenly resembling a person?"

Lorenzo said slowly.

"And not only that, but when you realize this, you will find that the familiar things in front of you are beginning to be unfamiliar, and then you will feel a little afraid, right?"

The audience was silent, unsure if they understood Lorenzo's meaning, until Joey among them nodded.

"There are many spiritual inquiries into the purification mechanism, and I vaguely remember such a situation, but it may not be the same as what you said. ”

Erosion affects the spirit in the first place, so a series of studies on the spirit have long been one of the main research projects of the purification mechanism.

Lorenzo was much more satisfied when someone finally answered, and he began to understand the embarrassment of teachers asking questions in college class, but no one paid attention to them.

"Yes, but to explain it in more detail, when human beings judge an object, they only divide it into one category, and not into two categories...... You can understand it as a man with excessive body hair that looks like a monkey.

So when we first see this man, we only judge him as a 'human' or a 'monkey' and not a 'human monkey', right?"

An invisible mist surged between them, and a sparse sound sounded, as if countless insects were crawling slowly.

Lorenzo went on to tell about "fear".

"When a creature looks like a human, we all judge it to be 'non-human,' but what about when this resemblance reaches a certain limit, when it is infinitely close to a human?

Cats have similar kinds, dogs have similar kinds, but humans are different, we don't have kinds, we are the unique one, the only one.

Therefore, when it is infinitely close to human, we will misjudge it, and it is difficult to classify it as 'human' or 'non-human', and there are warnings from survival...... It is difficult for us to judge whether it is the same kind or not, but once it is regarded as the same kind, then it is the most primitive competition, the struggle between the same kind. ”

Lorenzo stared at them closely, trying to find something interesting on their pretended calm faces.

"Unlike demons, when we face demons, our own fears give us answers, even if demons are exactly the same as humans, and they do not cause us to misjudge.

But the uncanny valley effect is different, it is an unknown, a message that is beyond our cognition and completely outside the scope of our understanding. ”

Lorenzo sat up straight, his hands folded.

"Similar but different, stemming from the harsh weather and the unknown, the fear that threatens us as 'humans'. ”

In the middle of the story, 042 resisted the strange fear, he gasped, raised his nail sword to block the counterattack from the mist, and then its appearance was revealed in the mist.

The face was covered with slender fluff, and the skin was densely folded, and the blood on the face turned into strange symbols, which seemed to be the difference in the skull, his skull bulged back, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he seemed to be looking at 042, and those eye sockets seemed to be an abyss that swallowed light.

He seems to be similar to us, but fundamentally different.

The witcher roared and swung his sword, perhaps in fear or rage, and the nail sword pierced through his mouth, leaving red blood along the blade.

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