Night falls, and the stars twinkle.

On the paths on both sides of the Yager River, the breeze gently stirs the vigorous water willows, and in the rustling of branches and leaves, scattered tourists stroll in it.

The fly in the ointment was that the distant lower reaches of the river were constantly heard with the sound of musical percussion and the howling of ghosts and wolves, making this rare and clean place noisy.

Many tourists frowned and looked at the brightly lit and colorful abandoned factories in the distance, and there was a hint of helplessness in their eyes.

Since half a month ago, the abandoned factory under the river has been turned into a new base for an underground orchestra. So much so that every evening, a few lesser-known rock bands gather here and start screaming their heavy metal death music.

Tourists in the neighborhood did not call to complain about them, but after the city council personnel came to investigate, after the lack of people did not violate any of the regulations, they finally became helpless, and they had to let them occupy the abandoned factory.

In the flickering revolving lights constantly refracting the colorful light, the lead singer on the stage is plucking the electric guitar quickly and repeatedly, with almost unmelody chords, and the double big drums that are struggling wildly, and are gritting their teeth and roaring.

In the lyrics of corpses, internal organs, dismemberment, dismemberment, and abuse with the theme of death and hatred, dozens of fashionably dressed young men and women are frantically shaking their bodies to the beat, completely indulging in this song that sounds like noise to ordinary people.

At the gate of the factory that was completely wide open, dozens of vehicles of various brands were parked nearby.

Simon was sitting in a special vehicle assigned to him by the Bureau of Anomalies, watching with great interest the demons in the factory.

Don't get me wrong, he's not interested in a particular kind of heavy metal death music, he's just on the way back to the Unusual Bureau that interests him a little, so he followed along to take a look.

A few days ago, after completely cleaning the solitary demon hunter Van Hexie from his body, Simon had already separated from them and was ready to make other preparations.

In the past two days, he has received a lot of news from the mouth of the old fellow Woody, such as that among the vampire faction, the secret party is preparing to hold a blood feast to deal with the increasingly unscrupulous demon clan.

But at this moment, the Montage Strange Bureau suddenly called, asking him to return to the bureau immediately, saying that there was an urgent task that needed his assistance.

So, on the way back to the substation, he unexpectedly found something of interest.

So he slowed down his pace of going back a little, and rushed over to take a look and satisfy his curiosity, after all, it would not be bad to go back for a while.

In the midst of abandoned factories,

Under the colorful lights, Simon stared firmly at one of the outliers in the crowd in front of him, who were caught up in the world of music.

At the outskirts of the hastily built stage, a big boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with gray-brown hair, was shaking his head wildly.

The veins on his face were exposed, the light blue veins burst deeply, the eyes on his pale face were not focused, and even a few drops of saliva were running down the corners of his mouth.

But the crowd around him didn't notice it at all, and even if someone occasionally saw his abnormality, they didn't care, after all, he was not the only one who shook his head wildly, and everyone thought he was just a little thing to help the fun.

Ecstasy is a gadget that is not on the table for people like them who are chasing non-mainstream culture, and many of them play something more exciting, which they don't even think is at the entry level. So no one cared about his anomaly at all.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the boy's expression became more and more painful, he kept beating his head, and the painful cries for help kept coming out of his mouth, but unfortunately no one heard it at all, and in this venue full of death heavy metal music, except for the roar of the lead singer on the stage, nothing else could be heard anymore.

Simon looked at the boy in front of him with interest, and there was an unexpected look of amazement in his eyes.

In his eyes, the boy in the factory at this moment was exuding a spiritual energy that he could not help but marvel at.

Terrifying psionic fluctuations continued to radiate from the boy's body, gradually enveloping the entire factory. The invisible power fluctuations continued to spread to everyone present with his painful roar.

Psionic energy mixed with singing, spreading wantonly above the heads of the crowd, and invisible spiritual power fields shook and swirled in the void, constantly infecting the emotions of the crowd and guiding their beat.

The men and women in the venue became more and more crazy and lively, and the lead singer, drummer and bassist in the center of the stage were also completely caught in their own rhythm, howling heartbreakingly, even if their vocal cords had already burst, and the saliva splashing out of their mouths had turned bloody.

Time passed slowly, and in their desperate and high-spirited singing, many men and women in the venue began to self-harm one after another.

They took out knives or lighters or directly used their fingernails and teeth in the midst of singing, and frantically abused their bodies.

In this frenzied atmosphere, the boy who Simon had been paying attention to had collapsed to the ground, and the terrifying psionic energy fluctuations above him had become like substance, stirring the entire underground stage.

Gradually, as the power in the boy's body became more and more condensed, he finally completely disappeared from Simon's perception, and he could no longer feel the slightest fluctuation.

"What's going on? How could his psionic powers suddenly disappear?" Simon thought as he looked at the boy who was still slumped on the ground and convulsed.

You must know that he will come here because on the way back to the precinct, he sensed this large and disordered spiritual energy.

Normally, the existence of being able to have this level of psionic energy, when Simon perceives him, he will also have a corresponding sense of Simon, after all, strictly speaking, the psychic talent possessed by his body belongs to one of the psionic abilities, and the two can be said to be born with the same kind of people.

But Simon has been here for so long, and the other party has not shown the slightest sense of his performance, which is not at all like the performance of a person with such a powerful psionic power.

After all, the most basic manifestation of psionic energy is "inspiration", the stronger the psionic energy, the stronger the inspiration, the more intense the person's perception of the outside world, and the slightest movement in the outside world will attract the attention of the psyker.

This is also why people with high perception tend to become psychopaths and perverts, after all, sometimes a little nap, you may hear all kinds of supernatural beings intentionally or unintentionally whispering, so that they are completely obsessed with it, making themselves not like people and ghosts.

But it was such a psionic person who was even more powerful than Simon's talent, and he didn't react at all when Simon perceived and explored his existence, which was simply incredible. It's as if you put a gun at a normal person's head, and he doesn't react at all, as if he didn't see it, it's not normal at all.

So this aroused Simon's curiosity, so he rushed over to find out, there are still people who dare to release their spiritual energy so unscrupulously to infect the people, is he really not afraid of death?

At this moment, a boy who had collapsed to the ground suddenly and slowly got up, he could not see a little pupil between his eyes, only a little white, and his expression was empty, as if he was sleepwalking in a circle, as if he was looking for something.

"Quick, quick, quick! This kid is finally in the groove, hurry up and get the stuff over and let him draw it, or when Mr. Connors finds out, he won't kill us." ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Connors has gone to the Dark Wizards' gathering, it is impossible to find it at this time, we have time. ”

Amid the loud heavy metal music, Simon clearly saw that in the crowd, two men dressed in nothing unusual walked up to the boy.

Undeterred by the frenzy of the field, they quickly took out a huge easel paper from the backpack in the corner, and then took out dyes of various colors that could be bought in the market and placed them beside the boy.

"Brother, look, look, he's already started to paint, what do you think he'll see this time?"

"Fool, how do I know this, the future is not fixed every time the prophet sees it, but whatever he paints, Mr. Deley has said that he will buy a pair for a million dollars. ”

"A million! He's really generous, but brother, can he understand these prophetic puzzles? Teacher Connors said that only those of us who have the talent for foreknowledge can parse the contents of the prophetic puzzles!"

"You don't care what you do so much, as long as he is willing to pay for it, nothing else has anything to do with us. ”

"That's right. ”

In the midst of the discussion between the two, the boy had already begun to smear on the drawing board in front of him, and he didn't even look at it, he grabbed a handful of paint from the paint in front of him and applied it to the scroll.

Dark green, dark black, and scarlet pigments are randomly smeared on the scrolls, and the intricate lines make people dizzy at a glance, and the accumulation of rich and overlapping colors is even more disgusting.

In this way, the boy still lay in front of the drawing board, constantly scribbling out one so-called prophetic puzzle after another.

Suddenly, the boy suddenly turned his head to look at the two people beside him, and let out a sharp and slender sneer from his mouth.

"Giggles, you're all going to die. Dead !!"

He sneered as he smeared the blood-red dye in his hand into the middle of the scroll and fell to the ground.

Under the blurred light, there was a large patch of gray in the boy's brown and gray hair.