"According to what I know about the Divine Charismatic Sect now......" Chen Qing frowned, seemingly a little strange, "They are now trying to integrate the abilities of the entity into themselves."

It seems to be the same as ...... The way to create a story doesn't match. ”

Bu Zhaozhao shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips again: "How do I know what they have developed."

A group of crazy people, it is understandable to make any change. ”

"You just praised people for being amazing and glamorous geniuses." He asked rhetorically.

"Genius and madman are synonymous in most cases, and in a few cases a word." She shook her head, and then said, "But the idea of transforming yourself into the protagonist of an urban legend is not something that a normal person can do." ”

"That's just as well."

She breathed a sigh of relief before continuing: "The success of the second method is often accompanied by conspiracy, which is fine in times of war, artillery fire and death are natural soil, but in times of peace. ”

She shook her head, but Chen Qing understood her metaphor.

In times of peace, they have to create their own strife.

"But such a promotion is easy to be injected into unfavorable factors by people with intentions in the process of spreading.

For example, after I heard the rumors, I told the next person a story that said, 'The monster in the story will disappear when it sees the light, and it will die in the night'. In this way......"

She listened and nodded, "Yes, this is the second step; Kill all the people who know the story, and hide it in a corner.

Hidden in the void, turned into manta rays, hidden in lava, and like fire.

At this point, they become mythical creatures. ”

Chen Qing squinted, the images he had seen before flashed in his mind, he recalled the documents Jiang Wan handed to him, and carefully savored what was written above.

"Do you need to write down the story you want to tell in the legend stage?" He asked.

"It should ...... No, you don't. Bu Zhaozhao shook his head and replied: "Maybe, but I don't know the details of this aspect." ”

He nodded knowingly, and fell silent again.

He lost his memory after a failed investigation, and became an investigator again due to the layout of the Charismatic Cult.

Now, he saw traces of the Charismatic Cult's activities at the door of his only relative.

What exactly do they want to do?

He thought about it and looked out the window.

The morning sun sprinkled on the ground, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the breeze blew, making the mottled shadows dance alive.

They are happy, ordinary people who walk in the shade of trees year after year, day after day.

They are common, and when they see a person, they see a group of people on the street.

They are happy, they live a life of ere living, and they maintain a thin income under unfair treatment.

They are industrious, bathing in the earliest rays of the morning sun and absorbing the deepest rays of moonlight in the night.

They went from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, but after a busy year, they listened to those people indoctrinate themselves with perfunctory and empty goals.

They have often heard that rest is a sin; I heard that we should create value for the world, so after a busy year, in those pitiful days of spare time, I also wanted to stuff myself tightly.

Just like those people do, stuff them tightly.

They are happy – because they are all trees on the streets of the ordinary.

When they are taken out individually, they will not be remembered by anyone.

They are happy, because when they come together, it is called the forest—called.

At least, they're happy, because everybody says so.

At this moment, Chen Qing looked at those people who were thousands of people, and suddenly felt that he was happy.

For he alone has a thousand faces.

He made it all the way back to his uncle's neighborhood, when the sun was at its hottest in the morning, and there was no one on the road in the neighborhood.

A few words came from the hustle and bustle, as if talking about a shrew in the community being taken away by the police station.

He didn't listen, and after walking to the staircase, he took out the human skin in his pocket.

The son of that family and his brother are still at home.

He was born with some intellectual defects, and this aunt was unusually fond of him.

So he was nine years old, but he still couldn't read one or two big words at home.

He walked up, and his body changed when he took two steps.

His form began to grow bloated, her tone became sharp and harsh, and his hair grew curly and blonde.

Wrinkles began to form on his face, and when he walked up, he became a woman after a few steps.

"Hey!" She thought about it, and it seemed that her aunt was calling her son's name: "Maomao? Come out and open the door! ”

Before she finished speaking, there was a "horn horn" shoe sound in the door approaching the door, she made a gesture to push, but found that the door was not open, and it was resisted.

"Password! No password, no entry! ”

She was stunned, what is this brainless family playing.

"Oops." She pinched her throat and said, "What should I do if my mother forgets the password?" ”

"Password...... No password! Then I'm going to spend money! Give me a hundred! ”

The corners of her eyes twitched, a little incredulous.

"You're not saying this kid is intellectually disabled?" Bu Zhaozhao asked in a whisper in his ear.

"Even fools know what is good for them......" she replied softly, lowering her voice.

Chen Qing coughed twice before saying to the door: "Okay, okay, open the door and let my mother in." ”

Before she finished speaking, the door opened, but when Chen Qing was about to push the door open, a bright knife appeared in front of Chen Qing.

"Give money!"

She was stunned for a moment, and then heard the child shouting, "Give me the money!" ”

He screamed hoarsely, the fat on his body trembled again, and he grabbed the handle of the knife, and the appearance of being ready to attack did not look like a joke at all.

The child's facial features were very open, which was typical of Down syndrome.

"Give, give." She laughed, and another voice seemed to appear in her head.

"Why is my son so smart? I've learned to use knives! ”

The voice is smiling, the music is laughing, and I am proud of it.

She spoke in the voice.

"Hmph." He said in a proud tone: "I have studied hard!