Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 382 Angles
Investigators are human!
Moreover, most of them do not have extraordinary power!
The weapons they mainly rely on are firearms and some psychotropic drugs.

Tough spirit, strong physique, and prudent thinking are what they rely on to face cultists, various degenerate organizations, and unspeakable horrors!

When an investigator of a secret keeper enters the job, the three things that need to be tested are physical fitness, spirituality, and inspiration.

The body is the simplest, and it has been done in the hospital.

What is being tested now is spirit and inspiration.

The higher the spirit, the stronger the endurance of the investigator.

The higher the inspiration, the easier it is to perceive some hidden existence, hear voices that others cannot hear, and see things that others cannot see.

For an investigator, the higher the spirit, the better, but not necessarily the inspiration.

"Is he a writer after all... I have read a report, it is said that people like artists who tend to think emotionally tend to have a higher inspiration value. This is also why the Fallen Star Cult kidnapped artists and used them to listen to and analyze some mysteries s reason."

Next to Love, a middle-aged researcher with blond hair and a white coat chuckled: "The next step...it depends on how long he can hold on."

In addition to the researcher and Love, there were many people standing in the observation room, and they were all scoring with serious expressions.

'This kind of review is a bit primitive... I'd better pretend it. '

Thinking of this, Fang Xian secretly hid his mental strength while starting to work on the questions.

He also doesn't know what the standard is.

But hiding half of it should still be feasible.

Therefore, when he was halfway through the problem, he got up and slapped the door with an obvious uncomfortable expression.

The door opened quickly, and Love rushed in, took him outside, and began to rest.

And told him that it will take some time to wait for the specific review results.

After Fang Xian 'recovered', the two came to the laboratory together.

Through the glass, Fang Xian saw two works in the laboratory.

One is his own three-line poem.

Another one is an oil painting by Simpson.

Looking at it now, this abstract painting can only be regarded as mediocre, that is, the colors are too bright, the lines are too distorted, and it lacks the sense of impact it had before.

"According to the investigation, Simpson used your poems at that time to make everyone present lose the ability to resist... This is a supernatural power."

Luo Fu said: "Another person was selected in the laboratory and recited the three-line poem in various accents. No problem was found. Later, another control experiment was done. Together with this oil painting, there was a slight change, but only a little bit. ...According to the researcher, it is the 'bullet' on the oil painting, which has been used up."

"So... reciting poems and painting can recreate the scene of that day and make the people around you lose the ability to resist?" Fang Xian nodded: "Unfortunately... Simpson has been beaten to death by you. The Falling Star Order has gained something. What?"

"There are only very few documents, and there is no breakthrough in the interrogation of the captured victims..." Love shrugged: "However, I feel that the oil painting is not the key, but your poems are the key. Your poems are guns. Oil painting only provides bullets, understand? Each of us has bullets, and that is our spiritual power!"

"So... verses are guns, which can transform our originally harmless mental power into bullets and fire them out? Interesting theory!"

Fang Xian nodded, marveling at the investigator's sensitivity.

In his view, this is also the truth.

"But we can't find that channel... In the process of converting mental power into bullets, there is still a step missing, perhaps a mental frequency... That Simpson mastered this technology and used oil paintings to transform his own spirit into bullets. , unfortunately he died..."

Love shrugged.

"You were the one who shot him to death, right?"

Fang Xian rolled his eyes.

"I'm just an ordinary person. In the face of a cultist who can display all kinds of supernatural powers, it's safest to kill him... As for the investigation, we can talk about it later."

Love said with a bit of vicissitudes: "After you become an official investigator, you will understand that this is a wise saying."

"Okay, what do I need to do?"

Fang Xian asked a question.

"Go in, pick up the Psalm, and see the difference..."

Love discussed with several researchers next to him: "You may be able to stimulate that kind of power... This is also a test for you."

"Ok."

Fang Xian walked into the laboratory, instead of looking at the oil painting, he picked up his original poem.

"I have gone through rebirth and death, but I can't reach the other shore..."

"Death comes chasing after the shadows, without youth you will not perish..."

"This psalm will live on and give you immortality..."

Although it was written by 'him', when I looked at these words, I felt very confused: "This...somewhat like a message from my true spirit...it seems to be right with me...it's Roca The inspiration at that time, which captured my true spirit, was influenced to a certain extent? '

'However, at that time, I had already entered the period of extinction and lost my power...but this verse still has power! '

'So... At that time, he also sensed other existences, other sources of power, and injected new extraordinary power into this poem? '

'The water in this world is a bit deep... Could there be a true god?Maybe... more than one? '

"Did you find anything?"

Love's voice came from the radio.

"It feels okay, but I don't know why you made the laboratory into this structure?"

Fang Xian looked at the laboratory and found that it was somewhat similar to the interrogation room. All its 'corners' were also blocked by cement. In short, he just didn't want to appear sharp angles.

"Our architectural style is so natural, there is a certain reason. Anyway, you have almost passed the review, and I can tell you... some supernatural powers can use the mystery of the angle to open the portal and achieve teleportation and other tricks... …our buildings are designed that way to prevent that.”

Love explained.

"Angle... Teleportation? Interesting!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xian's mouth, and he began to admire the oil painting.

"I must solemnly warn you again that any supernatural power is not free. Most of them tend to be dark and require sacrifices and prices... The reduction of one's own spirit and the loss of sanity are only the slightest cases..."

Love reminded.

But at this time, Fang Xian couldn't listen to it anymore.

He looked at the oil painting, thinking about the angle and transmission, and a black mist seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

The black mist rolled and squirmed, as if something was about to break through.

That is……

(End of this chapter)