I can't sit idly by and watch the tragic things happening in front of me, but I don't take it lightly that these people have not done ugly deeds in the past, or that they will not be their enemies in the future, or that they will become the evil people they hate. However, it is precisely because I do not know these people that I do not deny their current possibilities because of their past actions and possible future actions. In the same way, because they have more possibilities from now on, even with the influence of psychic epiphysis, I am not completely sure that they will definitely develop in the direction I hope for in the future.

Before I reached out to them, they were miserable weaklings in my eyes, and after reaching out and completing the rescue, I would no longer see them as weakling.

As long as they survive, have hope in their hearts, and can face the future strongly, how can such a person be weak? I will be wary of them because of the instability of fate, but I will not deny them or hurt them because of the future that has not yet become a reality. If one day we have to become an enemy, then I will not hesitate to become an enemy when the reality of becoming an enemy comes true.

At the end of the day, I'm not a hero, even if I dress up as a hero at one time, or play a hero all the time within the range I can watch. But the salvation that can be done is only for a short time. In the face of these prisoners, from the moment I tore through the cage and awakened the ** of their existence, I no longer put myself in the position of a hero or a benefactor. On the contrary, they are people who may one day stand on the opposite side of me, even if they have the influence of spiritual attachment.

Admittedly, the effect of psychic epiphysia is very special, but. It is also just an application of conscious walking. "Mystery" is unpredictable, and every mysterious organization does not lack the ability to resist the walking of consciousness. As the third-level Demon Emringer Boy said, the Cyber Ball has a series of strict screening and consciousness cleanup procedures for consciousness walkers.

Still, it doesn't matter, I don't care about this kind of thing.

To be able to save these people. At least at this moment, it's fun. It is also right for me not to let the tormented people go unnoticed and to redeem their desperate hearts. Even if this kind of happiness and correctness is only at this moment.

What was boiling in my heart finally regained its calm.

"Your attitude has become cold." The third-level demonic messenger boy caught up with me, and when he was parallel to me, he said, "Mr. Takakawa." Although you can break that cage of consciousness and be surprised. But the most surprising thing is why there is such a big contrast in your attitude before and after doing something like this? ”

"It's just a matter of personal views and thinking patterns." I admitted: "Although I seem direct, I am actually a very awkward and contradictory person. ”

"Like a child?" The third-level Demon Pattern Emissary boy asked this, which made people feel a little strange compared to his age. Because, isn't he just a child?

"Why children? Can't adults be awkward and contradictory? I couldn't help but retort. Although I look about the same age as him. Moreover, even if you count the time of the past apocalyptic illusion and the reality of the hospital, it is true that you have only just reached adulthood. According to normal people's calculations, am I about eighteen or nineteen? But after all, in those times, too many things have been experienced. I have also experienced death and resurrection, and my extremely complicated life seems to occupy the heaviest weight of my life, and sometimes I feel that my life is my own. In fact, it only started from the moment I came into contact with the mystery, and it compressed a long time into just two or three years.

I admit that I am young, but when I am faced with a teenager of the same age, I can't help but feel that I am not that young. It's really weird to be told by a teenager that he's like a child.

"When adults make awkward noises, they are often told to look like children." The third-level demon pattern envoy boy said with a sense of concern: "However, no matter how Mr. Takakawa looks at it, he acts like a child. Besides, how different it looks from me? Mr. Takakawa, how old are you? He kept saying honorifics like "Mr. Takakawa", but the inquiry and suspicion in his eyes were still there from the time he first came into contact in the hospital room. However, I don't believe that he didn't know anything about me before he approached me. His job is no different from that of a connector, both of them are independent and stealth operations, similar to the agents in the movies, and intelligence support is essential.

"I'm eternally young eighteen." I looked at him a few times and responded with something like this.

He smiled like a child of his age, and the shadows caused by the series of blows he had suffered before seemed to melt in this smile. I'm not sure if there's anything else in his heart, though, and the fact that he doesn't look old on the outside, but his ability to act independently is a testament to the organization's trust in his abilities. In addition, there are many kinds of "mysteries", and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no mysterious power to hide the real age.

Just as he doubted me, I would not judge him by his age, although I would have preferred him by his appearance.

I have never forgotten that the reason why I acted with them originated from my friendship with John Bull and my cooperation with Netball, not because this third-level demon messenger boy had any deep friendship with me. Among the first five people, the only person who can really be regarded as close is the connector of the network ball.

I and the Demonic Emissary Boy, plus the six men and five women who were rescued, a total of thirteen people, after leaving the eerie basement that left painful memories. A further search of the other huts was carried out to ensure that there were no other victims, and all the huts were burned. During this time, I also figured out a little bit the identities of several of the prisoners who were apparently patients at the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital. They were indeed the patients in the wooden huts of the Peninsula Psychiatric Hospital, and even the group of people who interlocuted had taken most of the patients with them. All of the patients in the hut were given the drugs for the seminar, and it is suspicious that the channels of these drugs were not the official channels of the hospital, but were mobilized by some kind of black hand hidden in the shadows.

The patient in the cabin is already insane before he comes into contact with the interlocutor, which means that the patient falls to the interlocutor's side. In fact, it was not coerced. The patients who were imprisoned in the cage had long since become dangerous lunatics, and the reason for their imprisonment seemed to be that they lost the game of the madmen, so they were put in the cage as punishment. They were two men and three women, and they were talking. I don't feel particularly crazy, and my words and deeds are not much different from ordinary people, but the other people who are also imprisoned in the cage and have been in contact with them for a long time are warning me and the third-level demon messenger boy, whether male or female, are extremely dangerous mental patients, and the current tameness is just that nothing has happened to irritate them.

No one knows. What kind of situation will irritate them, so even if they seem calm at this time, they may attack their own personnel at any time, and they must be vigilant.

Maybe it's because I've been with Mae for a long time, but when I came into contact with them, I didn't have any discriminatory thoughts. However, relative to men. Of course, I prefer to talk to women. The female patient reminds me of Mae. Even if what they have in common is just "female mental patients".

None of the five mentally ill people, male or female, appeared to have mystical powers. Compared to other occult experts, they are sometimes very silent. But some of them become so emotional, that it is difficult to persuade them to act with their mouths. Many of their actions are enough to make people feel that they do not have universal values and common sense morality. They have their own worlds in their own minds. and a norm that is incompatible with normal society. The norms of behavior they abide by are self-imaginary, unrealistic, and even contradictory, so they are completely unable to integrate into normal social interactions. If they are asked to reflect on their behavior and the norms they follow in a logical way, they will never pay attention to it. Therefore, it can be argued that their behavior does not have the logic of a normal person.

Perhaps because of this, among all the people who were devastationed, these five mentally ill people were the first to recover. Even, it seems that those experiences that once made them desperate did not leave a shadow in their hearts. I don't want to know what these guys are thinking.

They are not "mysterious", and they are the most mortally threatened group of people in the middle of the night, which is full of weirdness. They have no ability to protect themselves, and a moment of mental madness could pose a danger to the entire team. Even so, I hope I can bring them all back to the shelter.

The other occult experts, though not very happy, did not dissuade them because of my previous help and the influence of the psychic appendage. However, I know very well that if there is real danger, there is probably no one other than me who will do their best to protect these five mentally ill people. In fact, I am more worried than the strange attack, whether the power of the deep night will directly erode the patients in such a wilderness, and if the shelter accepts them, will there be hidden dangers.

But in any case, as I said before, I don't say "what will happen in the future" stop saving these immediate victims.

We cleaned up by the lake, and then with the boat at the dock as the core, we expanded it into a raft that could carry everyone with the materials from the wooden house. There seems to be a power in the wooden house area that greatly reduces the breeding and infringing of strange things, and we have not found a specific cause, but from the remaining information in the wooden house area, the whereabouts of the interlocutor and others have been further determined.

The shelter I speak of is no secret, and according to the occult experts among the prisoners, it is precisely because they are aware of my movements in that area that they do not go to that place again. I can't tell if their claims are true or not, but I still can't help but wonder if other occult organizations, such as Shinrikyo Doomsday, Area 51, and the Nazis, are also deliberately avoiding where I am. But on the other hand, I don't think they have to avoid me.

I don't deny that I'm powerful, and I think that if I touch them, I'll probably sabotage their actions. But to say that these mysterious organizations are afraid of my power and avoid it makes me feel untrustworthy. On the other hand, even if they are deliberately avoiding me, they are only carrying out some kind of conspiracy.

Now that I can confirm that the interlocutor and others are on their way to the shelter, I can almost conclude that at this moment, there are more mysterious organizations on their way to the shelter. If the sacrifice ceremony was to be held on the altar on the hill near the shelter, then they must have been prepared. Now, the situation in and around the shelter is getting complicated, but that's why we have to go.

We followed the route where the interlocutors and others had left, and crossed the lake on rafts, looking for their traces on the other side. It was a shortcut to the shelter, leaving only a few words in the hut area, and the surviving mysterious experts who had been on a mission together did not know much about it, and the interlocutor and his people covered up a lot of information. However, it would take about two days to return to the NOG's initial diversion route to the hut area, instead of following this path.

We don't have so much time to waste, and now, every hour, one can vaguely feel the deepening of the deepest night, and one has an intuition that twenty-four hours later, there must be a huge change. If you can't get to the shelter before that change comes, you're out.

Whether it is the mysterious organization of the parties, or the night itself, the next 24 hours are a key dividing point, and the situation to be faced before and after must be completely different in terms of pressure.

Therefore, the interlocutor and others have opened a shortcut, and we must find this shortcut and go along the same route.

The danger on the road comes not only from the strangeness of the elusive, mostly in the form of a group, but also from the strange climate that constantly rains ashes. For a third-level demonic emissary boy who can turn into ashes, this is a relatively suitable weather for his own performance, but for others, these ashes continue to disintegrate into gray mist, which makes pathfinding more difficult, and also makes the opponents he needs to face become more strange and powerful in terms of behavior patterns and power display.

The pressure to protect the five mentally ill people was all on my shoulders, and I had no objections. With great speed and absolute perceptual range, I cleaned up most of the weirdness before everyone could act. As a result, the way other people looked at me had a new change. (To be continued......)