Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 4

"That 'mental patient', has Hood Eugen behaved abnormally recently?" Klein asked seriously.

Dust did not immediately answer Klein's question. Instead, he carefully examined his eyes, expressions, and actions, with some hesitation in his words:

"He has recently been similar to before, and is still using his abilities to try to treat patients. Although he has successfully cured some patients to a certain extent, he has also been suspected by other doctors and nurses because of this."

Speaking of which, Dr. Duster paused and began to recall while saying:

"In order to get rid of doubts, uh, he has recently started to claim that he is a descendant of some noble Intis."

"To be honest, this crazy talk is very useful, at least no one has suspected him recently. Cough, he, he imitated some customs of Intis in his behavior..." Dr. Duster said this, it is rare out of the "spectator" state.

"Intis's customs? Wouldn't it be Emperor Roselle's 'characteristic behavior'?" Klein couldn't help slandering in his mind.

However, after treating many mentally ill patients, is it the Sequence Seven corresponding to "Audience", "Psychiatrist"?

Then it seems that his "acting method" is not well mastered...

Or maybe he figured out the "acting method" by himself, but it was relatively incomplete and only grasped a part of the essence?

Tsk, it is most likely that he was unconsciously exercising his extraordinary abilities, and by the way, he completed the role.

Although according to Dr. Duster's report, Hood Eugen's condition is very stable. But it's still not reassuring, why did he call himself a noble of Intis?

If it is just to divert the attention of other staff, then he has too many choices as a spiritual Extraordinary. And if he wanted to, there was no way he would be noticed by the rest of the asylum.

"So he had a problem when he was acting unconsciously?" Klein thought to himself, his brows could not help tightening, he suddenly thought of a fact that had been ignored before!

Among the secret organizations he knew, only the Secret Order had mastered the act of acting, while other secret organizations with less seniority, including the Heart Alchemy Association, did not propose the content of the "acting method".

Is it because the Secret Order has existed for longer?

If it is said that other secret organizations cannot master the "acting method" because of their short history, how could the Church of the Evernight Goddess not master the "acting method"?

No matter which Orthodox Church has been passed down for at least a thousand years.

But now he seems to have found the answer. According to Hood Eugen's situation, it seems that it is not correct, or that the biased "playing" will lead the Beyonder to the edge of losing control.

For the high-risk groups who are most likely to suffer from mental problems - Beyonders, any strange behavior that is different from usual may be a precursor to loss of control!

Klein was distracted by the newly discovered problem. Looking at his gradually worsening face, Dust couldn't help but ask nervously:

"Officer Moretti, is there something wrong with Hood Eugen?"

"Cough, no, I just thought of something else." Klein suppressed his doubts, and used a smile to cover up Dust's worries.

However, after thinking about it carefully, he still warned:

"There is no problem with Hood Eugen at least now, but you have to step up your observation of him. Once his 'playing crazy' behavior has intensified, you must report it immediately and ensure your own safety. We don't want to lose a An excellent perimeter member."

Dust opened his mouth and quickly returned to the calm expression he had just met with Klein. He just murmured in his heart:

"Officer, are you serious? My experience tells me that your expression is saying that there is definitely something wrong with Hood Eugen's 'playing crazy'!"

Klein found that he seemed a little embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject: "You can tell me about the recent activities of the Psychology Alchemy Club, or your own state."

When Dust heard this, he immediately turned serious, and his face became a little heavier:

"The Psychological Alchemy Society has only carried out minimal daily activities recently. And myself, I have recently heard some incomprehensible babble, well, to be precise, it can no longer be called babble, more like the roar of a large creature. …”

The roar of the large creature... Klein was hooked all of a sudden,

After all, according to the symbol behind Miss Justice's high-back chair, the "audience" should correspond to a giant dragon... Then, the so-called roar of large creatures is not the dragon's roar... ...

Klein pretended to smile easily, trying to fool Dust over:

"Don't worry, it's just a normal situation, as long as you don't pay attention, you won't have mental problems, and, as our valuable peripheral members, we won't let you run the risk of losing control."

"Officer, you are lying!"

"You didn't look calm when you first heard my words." Dust's voice, which had been raised because of the questioning, suddenly dropped, "Please tell me, what exactly is the roar I heard?"

As expected of the "audience"... Klein thought about it and replied:

"Heh, according to some folklore, the giant dragon is the leader in the spiritual realm." Klein tried his best to make a reasonable nonsense, "If you're willing to make some 'contributions', I can share with you some free tips to avoid getting out of control. "

When Dust heard this, he sighed with relief:

"The so-called 'contribution' is something substantive, which can reassure me more than those high-sounding rhetoric."

"Officer, what do you want me to pay?"

This is all for Miss Justice's "Mind Reader" formula, and it is also for Nighthawks to better monitor wild Beyonders...

Klein suppressed his shame and said solemnly:

"Let's talk about the method first. In daily life, as long as you keep your behavior close to the name of the sequence you are in and play it, you can avoid most of the dangers."

"For example, the acting technique of the 'audience' is to try to keep itself out of the way, but it must not be over-acted. I guess Hood Eugen has some problems because of this."

"As for 'contribution', don't worry about it, you can share something that is relatively easy to obtain, such as the activity report of the Psychology Alchemy Association, internal information, or the recipe of 'Mind Reader'."

Dust chewed these words and nodded slowly;

"Okay, I'll try to get the 'Mind Reader' formula..."

Klein looked at the thoughtful Doctor Dust before him and nodded with satisfaction.

"Huh, I'm so busy, I'm really not suitable for dealing with young women, Elizabeth is too enthusiastic..."

"My boss of a secret organization is busy like a social animal..."

"Although my current 'main business' is not fundamentally different from social animals."

"Judging from the previous information, the church should indeed be deliberately suppressing the Extraordinary of the 'divine expert' pathway, no, it should be that all the churches of the righteous God are suppressing the Extraordinary of the unofficial pathway, this will indeed help reduce the number of Extraordinary the frequency of events."

Klein leaned back on the chair in the bedroom, relaxed his limbs, and pondered similar questions. It was not until the pointer on the watch reached 2:50 that he took four steps in the opposite direction and came to the top of the gray fog.

Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table. After taking a careful look around, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to divination about the things he had always cared about.

Gray Mist didn't suddenly "come alive", and he really couldn't scare himself... Klein thought as he untied the citrine pendulum wrapped around his left wrist and let it hover above the divination statement.

"I can successfully be promoted to 'Joker' through the proper channels of the Nighthawks."

The spiritual pendulum in Klein's hand slowly began to shake, and after a pause, it turned clockwise.

Sure, but not completely sure, or not so sure?

Klein didn't believe in evil, so he divination again, but the result was the same.

He was trying to tell me that there was a certain risk... Couldn't there be a better way? This idea suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, and he couldn't help but sort out the recent events again.

"Huh, you can't stud. After all, as long as you seek promotion, you can't be without risk, and risk means the possibility of failure."

Klein quickly put his worries aside, he couldn't let himself think too much. In short, the divination still points to regular promotion in the Nighthawks.

He stretched out his hand to the crimson star symbolizing the "sun", summoned the other party in advance, and after confirming that he had not been exposed to the "six-member council", he taught the other party his honorable name, and then summoned "justice" " and "The Hanged Man"

On the gray fog, the Fool sat at the head of the long table, his voice as steady as usual, and introduced to the two old members:

"This is a new member, Sun."

A man with a scruffy beard and a worn brown worker's uniform was dragging himself with a half-empty wine bottle in his hand, wandering aimlessly along the banks of the Tussock River.

He was looking for a less slippery place to relieve the pressure in his lower abdomen.

As a worker who lived to be 40, he knew all too well how many hapless people slipped into the Tussock River each year and became part of that stinky slush.

Fortunately, he could have a good grasp of how drunk he was, just like now, he could stand firmly on the shore, unbuttoned his pants, and relieved the burden of suffocating people.

He looked at the filthy surface of the Tussock River, and found that bubbles were emerging from the water surface, as if there was a large fish hidden under it.

The drunk worker half-squinted his eyes, feeling very relieved, thinking radiantly:

"I don't know if there will be any fish in this damned river, uh, last time that kid Downey fell into it, swallowed a lot of water and didn't die... tsk, if there are fish, Take it out and wash it well, it's not that you can't eat it.”

"Kuisi just gave birth to that little unlucky egg... Fish is good for children, right?"

"Who said Backlund workers don't have grandchildren!"

Thinking of this, the drunk and sloppy worker from UU Reading www.uukanshu.com smiled happily and was about to put on his pants and leave.

At this time, the originally filthy river surface suddenly burst open, and a figure with phantom scales on both hands and water plants wrapped around his body jumped out of the river surface.

The figure was like a shark that smelled blood. With a quick and flexible swing, the worker who was frightened on the shore threw himself into the water.

"Plop!"

The "shark" plunged into the water, and huge water waves remained on the river surface, and bubbles emerged one after another. After a while, the river surface was dyed with a layer of dark red.

The surface of the river swayed again, and the worker who had just been thrown into the river climbed up from the river. His eyes were no longer blurred, and he walked firmly towards the direction of the factory area.

In the river behind him, there was a mutilated corpse half-floating in the water with the same face as "him".

Audrey recalled the information about the Aurora Society just given by "The Hanged Man", and said in a painful way:

"Mr. Hanged Man, you don't need to pay that reward anymore."

Alger shook his head indifferently, and said in a deep voice:

"Actually, I would rather use the answer just now and the extra payment to entrust you to investigate something."

"What are you busy with?" Audrey asked suspiciously.

"I received information that Lieutenant Admiral Hurricane Qilingus may have infiltrated Backlund. He is a Sequence Six 'Wind Blessed' and has a sealed artifact that uses the ability of other pathways."

Alger's expression suddenly became very solemn:

"Once he enters the East District, the investigation activities will be impossible to start!"

Chapter end