Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 390 Vitality

"The vast majority of Secret Keeper investigators are ordinary people...but if we really want to divide, we can still divide them into levels..."

Watching Luo Fu open the trunk of the vehicle and begin to equip weapons, Fang Xian thought silently.

This is based on his insinuations during this period, and his own speculation.

Trainee, Formal, Senior, Elite, Legend!
Needless to say, the trainee investigators are just a group of rookies. Of course, there may be some outstanding talents hidden among them.

Official investigators, on the other hand, can solve some common supernatural power cases through cooperation.

A senior investigator with a clear mind, a strong physique, and subtle insight, who is qualified to investigate alone, can often solve a supernatural power case by himself, slightly involving spells or other supernatural power content.

Elite investigators, the backbone of the Keeper organization, generally involved in supernatural forces, perhaps possessing some supernatural items, have the ability to solve most cases.

As for the last legendary investigator, he is the trump card of the Secret Keeper organization. He must have supernatural power, have a terrible influence, know the secrets hidden in the depths of the world, and perhaps have direct connections with some extraordinary creatures.

'According to my classification...Love may be considered a senior investigator?Have the ability to solve a supernatural case alone? '

Fang Xian was slightly distracted, and received a revolver from Love.

"Take it, the two of us will solve this case!"

Love bit the bullet, kept reloading the magazine, and put two revolvers in his waist: "Your gun license has been obtained... So, take it, remember the content of firearms practice?"

"no problem!"

Fang Xian skillfully opened the clip, checked the bullet, and closed it again.

"The target is in the exhibition, what should we do?" He followed Love to the outside of the exhibition hall, and asked curiously, "Should we sneak in at night?"

"No... According to your description, some people have already seen that sculpture, and there may be problems... It must be resolved as soon as possible."

Love showed a smile: "Just wait and watch the show."

Fang Xian waited for a few minutes, and suddenly heard a siren.

"Fire alarm!"

"Evacuate the audience!"

A group of police officers in black uniforms with a six-pointed star pinned to their chests rushed into the exhibition hall and began to disperse the crowd.

Not long after, the originally lively exhibition instantly became empty, and the perimeter was cordoned off.

Fang Xian noticed that those police officers only evacuated the exhibition hall and did not rush into Dewen's workshop, apparently communicating with the keeper in advance.

'No... maybe the Keeper is the official agency?No, no, or...officially supported private institutions? '

If a government controls the Keeper of Secrets, it is impossible not to study supernatural power, which is not in line with the Keeper's concept of restraint.

Therefore, Fang Xian guessed that the secret keeper and the official probably had a cooperative relationship and were very close.

"Okay, it's time for us to play."

Love found a deserted corner, climbed through the window and entered the exhibition hall with Fang Xian.

In the empty hall, the footsteps of two people became more and more clear.

Fang Xian took the lead and came outside Dewen's studio.

"It's really...so great, so shocking..."

In the studio, that group of people hadn't left yet. They seemed to be immersed in their own small world, oblivious to everything happening outside.

"Oral sedative!"

Love made a gesture, took out a small red pill from his belt, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Immediately, holding guns in both hands, he rushed in: "Ladies...gentlemen...the tour is over, let me out!"

Inside the studio.

Men and women are like sculptures, standing there motionless, not willing to take their eyes off the statues.

"Don't you think... isn't this great?"

Devon looked fascinated, stroking the half-finished statue and looking at Love.

"Don't you think... isn't this great?"

In the studio, other people spoke at the same time.

Either sweet, or gentle, or old, or sharp voices, like small knives, kept piercing Love's mind.

"what!"

Even with the spirit strengthened by drugs, Love couldn't help covering his head and half kneeling on the ground, feeling that he lost even the strength to pull the trigger.

At this moment, a spherical thing rolled in and exploded violently, emitting a large amount of smoke.

This is Fang Xian, who was covering outside the door, saw that something was wrong, and immediately threw a powerful hypnotic bomb in according to the previous plan.

Chi Chi!

Amidst the white mist, the sound of a person falling to the ground sounded.

Love felt that the influence of the babbling weakened by half, stood up, and pointed the pistol at Devin who had not fallen asleep.

Not being put down by the hypnotic bomb means that this person has been eroded by the dark force and has undergone certain mutations. He is no longer an ordinary human being and must be taken seriously!

"Put your hands up!"

He yelled, "Or I'll blow your head off, tell me... who asked you to make the statue?"

"No one asked me to make it, but I wanted to complete this great work..."

Dewen's expression was both dazed and proud: "I learned of its existence from the Capro manuscript...it is a perfect creation, the art of the gods...it is still short of the last process, and it is about to be completed."

'A supernatural case that just happened by chance, without organization? '

A person already insane has no concept of falsified testimony.

Love subconsciously chose to believe, heaved a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he saw Devin ignored his warning, picked up the carving knife in his hand, and seemed to continue with the sculpture.

Without hesitation, Love pulled the trigger directly.

boom!
Amidst the loud noise, Devon's head exploded like a watermelon.

The next moment, Love's expression changed drastically.

He saw that there were no white or red brains in Dewen's exploded head, but flesh worms that were constantly struggling and wriggling!

These bugs twisted and climbed quickly, and came to Devin's shoes, crawled along his trousers, across his thighs, chest...and crawled to the broken neck of the hideous neck, and began to huddle and reorganize.

A flesh-colored head grew back into Devin's face.

"See? This is the power of worms, the miracle of life!"

He looked wild.

Every word he spoke was like a thin needle piercing into Love's mind.

'No...it's...a supernatural power that guns can't deal with! '

'Too careless, the degree of evil of this power is beyond my imagination... I must ask the branch for help! '

Love stepped back quickly.

But suddenly, he lost control of his body.

The scene where those worms kept climbing and reorganized into a head subverted his normal thinking with extraordinary power, making his consciousness gradually blurred...

(End of this chapter)