The tip of the nose seems to be able to smell the smell of the waves, and the half-hanging dusk shines on the body, which does not bring warmth to people at all, but reveals the chill of the forest.

Standing in the doorway of a two-story wooden building, Ranko looked around. It's quiet, with sparse but neatly arranged low-rise houses, like 18th-century Western architecture, with countless dusty glass windows reflecting strange colors.

In the distance, the small hill was planted with locust trees with twisted branches, and there seemed to be a cemetery, and it was cold, except for the faint sound of the crashing waves.

Ranko tried to take two steps forward, but he didn't notice anything unusual other than it was too quiet.

"The anomaly looks like it's in this town." He looked at the twilight overhead, squinting his eyes. Consciousness roams the memories of others, which is an advanced use of the Mind Mind.

The caster dives into the depths of another person's mental memory, similar to the ability of the Meditation Basin, allowing the caster to experience everything in the memory for himself.

Including the sea breeze, a little bit of unwarm sunlight, and the rancid smell in the air. Five senses restoration, ultra-high realism 4D experience.

Of course, if the spellcaster is lost here, in reality the spellcaster will become a vegetative person. The meditation basin can provide coordinates and protection, and even if you get lost, you can quickly cut it off, but the detainer cannot.

Therefore, this technique is very dangerous, every year there are so many unlucky people trapped in other people's memories and unable to get out, even if they go to the Magic Injury Hospital, they can only keep the most basic physical survival, and the consciousness is long gone.

"This is something I've never seen before, the International Police Department is different from the Special Operations Department of the International Federation of Wizards, they shouldn't be exposed to very dangerous things." When he realized that there was something wrong with Officer Akkot, Ranko felt that the other party's mental state was wrong, more like he was polluted by something cursed, making his personality irritable and easy to lose control.

In his words, he saw something that shouldn't be seen, encountered something that shouldn't be touched, thought of something that shouldn't be thought, and then rubbed off the san value.

Loss of self-control and ability to think, followed by madness. The International Confederation of Wizards' Special Operations Department deals with extreme risk issues, such as the large pyramids stuffed with curses in Egypt, the tomb of King Casimir in Poland with all kinds of black magic protection, and the underground Empire of the Dead in Paris, France.

Most of those places have such objects, and the pyramids have unearthed one of the most terrifying books of black magic in ancient times, the Book of the Dead, a book that can make people go crazy just by reading it.

Something like the Book of the Dead is like injecting a drop of black ink into normal clear water, and once a person who can't stop it touches it, it will be assimilated, and the clear water-like mental state will gradually distort, quickly moving closer to the state displayed by the drop of black ink.

This process of 'injecting black ink and assimilating clear water' is also spiritual pollution. The International Police Service is only responsible for apprehending perpetrators and has little overlap with the area for which the Special Operations Department is responsible.

You can get caught up in this kind of thing that makes you crazy when you see, hear, touch, feel, or even just think about it...... I'm not crazy until now, and I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky.

The whole town is quiet, it's too quiet. For example, now, Ranko wants to go out of this town to see the seaside, because the memory owner has never been to the seaside, and the place is close to the lake like a mosaic, which is not close and cannot be touched.

No, Ranko had to walk back and pick a random room to walk into. The two-story wooden house was crawling with plants, the ground was covered with grass, and the small room had chairs and cups falling to the ground, telling visitors that it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Nothing special. Walking into the house, Ranco just wanted to go up the second floor to take a look, when he saw something standing at the top of the stairs and stopped.

He stood still, and the thing at the top of the stairs was motionless, hidden in a place where the light did not shine, as quiet as a statue.

Ranko narrowed his eyes, took two steps forward, and suddenly an extra oil lamp appeared in his hand, illuminating the scene in front of him.

This is a human wax figure. This is a wax figure of a middle-aged man, his facial features are highly restored, the clothes on his body seem to be real, and it is covered with vegetation, if it weren't for this, Ranco really thinks he saw a real person.

He shook the oil lamp that suddenly came out in front of the other party's eyes, and when he saw that the other party's eyes did not move, he stepped back slightly, leaving the house, and preparing to go to other houses to check.

How can wax figures exist in such a place that has been abandoned for many years? Just then, Ranko heard the sound of houses shaking not far away.

He looked at the place, and in a flash, he appeared on the roof of the house. Look at the uniforms, it's a strange combination of six wizards from the International Police Department, and six wizards from the Special Operations Department of the International Federation of Wizards.

The small square was overgrown with weeds, and several scruffy-clad wizards were pinned to the ground by wizards from the Special Operations Department, while wizards from the International Police Department disarmed them with magic.

"Looks like they've all been found." Among them, the wizard who appeared to be the leader of the squad of the Special Operations Department picked up the strange statue that had fallen to the ground with a dragonskin glove and put it in the backpack that the team members had been carrying.

"Thanks to you, if we let them escape here, it would be difficult for us to force out this group of little rats who have been living in the shadows all year round without support." The person who said this was Officer Akkot, who had been controlled by the two professors in reality.

Compared to the angry appearance in reality, this appearance is quite normal now. The two of them talked, looking at the scruffy wizards who had been pushed to the ground and controlled by spells.

Officer Akkot frowned, "I just can't figure out why they threw away the ready-made portkeys and ran into here. ”

"You know, it's hard to get a portkey that isn't under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and they don't hesitate to give up a few of their companions to come in with that statue, you Special Operations Department people...... Forget it, there are non-disclosure agreements. "There is also cooperation between the International Police Service and the Special Operations Department, and it is not uncommon for the senior leaders of the two departments to know each other.

It's just that it involves a non-disclosure agreement, and they won't explore the tasks of the other department's department unless necessary. The captain of the squad of the Special Operations Department was very strong, and he smiled,

"I'll take that statue back first, and I'll leave these people to you to deal with." Officer Akkot said,

"Our target itself is them, and this time it's a big help...... "It seems to be a mission, and the people of the international police department and the people of the special operations department collided.

Ranko sat on the eaves, and he didn't get close enough to hear the two of them talking. Statue ...... Wizard ...... of the Special Operations Department Ranko is naturally no stranger to the Special Operations Department of the International Federation of Wizards, he has also dealt with this group of wizards before, and generally speaking, as long as they appear, there will be many problems that ordinary wizards can't solve.

For example, recycling dark magic artifacts with spiritual contamination and curses, or dealing with certain problematic areas.

Thinking of Officer Akkot's anomaly, Ranko moved and appeared behind the wizard with the statue on his back.

The people around them didn't notice that there was one more person among them, they were just a memory, not a living person with thoughts and emotions, so they naturally didn't notice this.

Therefore, Ranko reached out and opened his backpack and took the statue out of it, and the people around him did not notice.

The statue is rough to the touch, black throughout, and it is impossible to tell what was used as the raw material for carving. It is not a humanoid statue, it is covered with fine tentacles, like a ball, there are countless fine lines on the body that open or close, and the front is a large mouth, so you can't see what is inside.

Ranko stretched out his hand and tossed it, not knowing if it was the cause of the illusion, he felt that the lines that had been closed had actually stretched out a little.

It was as if the eyes that had been closed were slowly opening, and the statue was waking up. The ball-like statue was motionless, and its whole body was covered with open and closed, large and small 'eyes' except for one mouth.

"It's quite pretending." Ranko chuckled,

"Found you." The dusk of the sky suddenly froze, and black silk threads spread out from Ranko's hands, entangled the statue in his hand.

The sound of the waves, the sound of communication, suddenly stopped. The wizards around seemed to have noticed something, and some of them even turned their heads a hundred and eighty degrees, staring at Professor Malfoy motionlessly.

It's like being able to see him. But this is the world of memory.

"Alright, you might as well play this little trick with the others." Ranko picked up the statue in his hand and patted the other man's head, if it was something that could be called a head.

The wizards of those memories walked in at this time, and the carved straight lines on the statue in their hands really turned into countless eyes, and when the original form was revealed, they opened their big mouths and bit the thin threads around it.

"Yo, you still want to pollute me?" Ranko chuckled,

"But my style of painting is above yours." There's no need to hide anything here. At the thought of this, Ranko smiled, his face, hands, and skin constantly bulging, and strips of yellow-green, unclean shroud peeled off layer by layer, revealing the skin that seemed to have been burned inside, and a shriveled body without the slightest fat.

It's like just a moving skeleton. The shroud on his face fell, his lips, the bridge of his nose, his pale features were falling with the shroud, his cheeks were sunken, his face was full of jet black and corpse spots, accompanied by small sarcomas that shimmered with black and red light, and except for the eyes that revealed pure black malice, this wizard was a terrifying monster.

Ranko is holding the little monster in his hand, such a comparison, compared to the painting style, the round statue full of eyeballs in his hand is not enough to see.

"You say......" Ranko spoke, his lips gone, and a mouthful of white teeth came straight into his mouth.

"You want to pollute me?" The wizards who were approaching him around him stopped moving, and the skin on their bodies began to peel off, turning into yellow-green shrouds that rippled and undulated, and the skin, the flesh, everything was turning into the purest thing in the world as the restrictions on the black magic professor were unraveled little by little.

Curses, the most vicious, but also the simplest. With Ranko's laughter, the world of simple memories is rapidly crumbling, and the statue in his hand is trembling, and the eyes on his body that have turned into substance burst one by one, as if they are self-destructing.

The power of the curse is strong and domineering, and Ranko's appearance at this time is more like an indescribable existence, and just looking at it can make people crazy.

The statue was scared, it wanted to blow itself up, and it didn't want to be assimilated.

"Don't hurry up, I'll be very sad." Ranko pulled a shroud over and tied the statue tightly, leaving Officer Akkot's memory with it before his memory collapsed.

Consciousness returned, and Ranko let go of the hand that was grabbing Officer Akkot's hair. His body was as usual, completely devoid of the terrifying appearance it had before.

"How?" Although it has been so much, only five minutes have passed in the real world.

Judge Kateev saw the man fall to the ground, now motionless, his lips trembling, and the matter was beyond his comprehension.

"Is he irritable, irritable, and very impulsive after finishing his last mission, and sometimes he can't help but talk nonsense?" Ranko took a quill and a letter from his pocket and began to write.

As a therapist, he is qualified to prescribe cases and recommendations.

"Yes." Judge Katelev said,

"I thought it was influenced by the previous assignment, but they have regular check-ups and psychological counseling ......"

"It's not something that can be solved by physical examination and psychological counseling." Ranko handed the written letter to Judge Kateev,

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, go to Dean Dieter Bohan, and all wizards who participated in that mission should have a more detailed mental examination as soon as possible."

"You mean," Judge Kateev's face became cautious,

"They're taking magic damage at the same time?"

"Well, I guess, please pass on my words if they bring that statue back," Ranko said with a smile on his lips, as if he didn't care, "please have everyone who has come into contact with him go through an examination." "What he brought out of his head was just an invasion mark, and if the body was still there, once he touched it, he might be invaded by this thing.

It's not something that dragonskin gloves and occlusion can easily isolate, and the International Federation of Wizards probably hasn't realized that this thing is more dangerous than they thought.

Of course, the wizards of the Special Operations Department have a very well-established way of dealing with these things, and they should be able to solve it at the cost of a few team members turning into madmen, or puppets of this thing.