Act.3 Wings of Light·Wings of Light

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Foreword:

Where your passion lies is also where your ability lies.

Dale Carnegie丨"Human Weakness"

[Part①·Eagle]

"I'm going to hold a wake-up ceremony." Jason Megan said, taking out the psychic catalyst from his large backpack, "Be prepared."

The so-called spiritual awakening ritual is a witchcraft unique to psykers. It refers to many induction spells in mysticism. It can use a variety of techniques to amplify inspiration and search for spiritual bodies.

Jiang Xueming spread his hands and shrugged——

"——I'm ready."

Jason Megan looked demented: "What are you prepared for?"

Jiang Xueming immediately asked: "Is there anything else to prepare?"

The two stared at each other, and no one spoke for a long time.

Jason Meagan showed his true character as a resentful woman and started yelling.

"My boss! I'm going to wake up now! I'm going to summon the spirit! Can you be more serious!"

According to the basic classification of spirits, there are four types: wandering spirits, guardian spirits, tower spirits and evil spirits——

——Whether it is the mortal world or the underground world, people with inspiration can collectively call them ghosts and can detect the phenomenon of souls causing trouble.

Jason now wants to summon the spirit body, and this half-baked Laphin can only learn the spirit-raising ceremony, and he hasn't had time to learn the two volumes of the wake book and the book of sending souls.

He hoped that Jiang Xueming could have some countermeasures. If evil spirits were summoned, the two Morpho butterflies were not afraid of spiritual disasters. However, outside the Xijiao Park was the residential area of ​​Chenguang County, and when the disaster spread, things would become very serious.

He went to great lengths to explain all the details in the spirit book to Jiang Xueming.

Jiang Xueming listened for a long time and finally figured it out.

"Oh! That means you're not sure, right?"

Jason: "Well, you could say that."

Jiang Xueming: "You want me to do some tricks?"

Jason: "Yes, I'm not good at studying. The last time I used this method to investigate a case, a nursing home was haunted for four months. All the retired elderly cadres of the Transportation Department learned to dance in the disaster. Not a single one of my grandparents ran away and had a wonderful experience of being possessed by the Dancer."

Jiang Xueming: "Sure, just wait."

While Mr. Jason was taking the perfume bottle, less than half a minute later, Jiang Xueming was heard shouting "Fragrance Dream" - the almighty steel robot cat prepared a weapon for Xueming.

The street lamp racks in the western suburbs park disappeared and were replaced by iron filings and steel flowers all over the ground.

Xueming pulled the slide to load the gun, took the gun apart and poured some peanut oil into it - he picked up a small bottle while eating breakfast.

With the sound of the slide being reset, the silver bullet pushed the bolt into the chamber.

"I'm ready, brother."

Jason raised his head and took a look, his eyes filled with wonder——

——He only knows that gunsmiths can rub props very quickly, and he has also rubbed the M1900 gun brand with a relatively simple structure before.

But what is he holding in his hand now?

It was a Jericho 941 automatic pistol, also called the Desert Eagle.

The entire gun has rough knife patterns, and it hasn't been sandblasted yet, but the gun looks in good condition. Judging from the yin and yang rifling of the muzzle, it uses ten millimeter bullets. As for where the bullets come from?

Look at the vague shadow looming behind the gunsmith. The arm of Fragrant Fantasy has turned into a chisel and mold for stamping bullet casings. It is a two-punch punch that punches out the bullet casings. Before these semi-finished products hit the ground, it is called a flexible tail roll. Let's go, pour out the granular gunpowder from the thermos bottle in your pocket, put it in, and press in the primer and steel bullet.

After making more than twenty bullets, Fragrant Fantasy seemed to be assimilated by Jason Megan, and began to show resentment in her eyes.

Jason stuttered when he spoke: "I finally understand why the polarizing sextant gave your intracranial contraband index an unexpected score."

The gunsmith's head is indeed full of contraband, and 90% of the things that Fenxiang Huanmeng kneads out will not pass the security inspection.

"Stop talking nonsense and get started quickly." Jiang Xueming urged, warning: "It was originally made for my student Daniel. I have been studying the design drawings these days, but he didn't use it, so I used it first. There’s no surprise there – where the passion lies, the ability lies.”

This Eagle uses 10mm ammunition and has a muzzle velocity of more than 400 meters per second. It is a high-power pistol with excellent performance. It has the pedigree of the CZ-75 and the charm of the Sand Eagle.

It didn't fit the Gunsmith's frame better than Daniel's wingspan.

"What if firearms can't deal with spirits?" Jason asked.

Gunsmith: "Call out Fragrant Fantasy and ask it if it has eaten. If not, you will punch me."

At this time, Jason Megan suddenly felt that the gunsmith had changed——

——The gunsmith in his twenties is still a taciturn and timid boy. After turning thirty, the gunsmith's beard grew very fast, and coupled with that inexplicable naive demeanor, he already had a bit of a comedian's temperament, and could take the route of a comedian.

Jason didn't say much. With Fragrant Fantasy's speed and power, it shouldn't be a big problem if it really attracts evil spirits.

He began to work, pouring the oil from the perfume bottle into the experimental vessel, repeatedly mixing and heating it, and evaporating the rich and sweet liquid vapor.

At this time, Jiang Xueming could feel the subtle changes in the nearby spiritual energy tide——

——The spiritual power fluctuations that were originally vague began to become intense, as if they were guided by the aroma of medicinal liquid.

There is a layer of mist on the tree-lined avenue, which gradually becomes solid, drifting with the rising and falling warm wind, trying to gather in one place.

"There's something there." The gunsmith poked Jason's waist and praised this spell: "You should go to Galahad early to learn. Can we save a lot of time on searching for enemies on our expedition? ?”

"How can it be so easy?" Jason Megan responded impatiently: "This is a delicate job. Spiritual bodies are very sensitive to the environment. It is not that simple to raise spirits on the territory of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. Please keep your voice down." Son, keep quiet."

After half a minute, Jason's golden wolf eyes began to follow the flickering light source, searching for signs of the spirit body.

The surrounding electric and magnetic fields have also become less stable, and the electrical box in the distance makes a crackling noise of leakage.

Jiang Xueming knew only a little about this type of ritual and was not very clear about it - in the secret library, his focus of study was always "The Great Split of All Things", and he was thinking about how to turn living things into dead ones, and rarely cared about how to make the dead speak. .

"Is there something coming?"

Jason Megan held the thick parchment scroll and said while checking the information: "I don't know, it should have a specific form. If it was buried alive, it would be a spirit body using sand and stone as the medium."

"If it's drowned, it needs some water to make it visible."

"If it is burned to death, there must be a corresponding medium."

There is a viewing lake in the western suburbs park. The power system can act as a heat source medium. There is a sandy area not far away from the swing slide. After all, this spirit body should be born naturally. According to Jason's experience, strong spiritual energy tides can even Impacting the park's public power facilities, the spirit's appearance is long overdue.

There seems to be only one answer left.

Jiang Xueming: "It was eaten."

Jason Megan frowned and nodded silently.

Jiang Xueming: "It was eaten alive. While still conscious, it was swallowed by the blood donation unit."

The clue seems to be broken here——

——If you want to find the mysterious man behind Mari Perrault, you can't avoid this tree-lined avenue.

The two exchanged information, and their years of experience in hunting crazy butterflies led them to agree that Marley Perrault held the [Holy Communion] here, which is the ceremony of eating the first bite of human flesh.

The victim was most likely Marley Perot's little girlfriend. The name on the ticket record was Haruta Yukiko, a Japanese girl.

If I investigate Yukiko's family, I'm afraid I won't be able to get any useful information.

If you rashly go to Marley Perrault's hometown and go to the 40th arrondissement to inquire about information, you will be back to the original dilemma - Marley Perrault's parents are likely to be under control. Not only is it difficult to ensure the safety of the hostages, but just appearing in The vicinity of Marley Perrault's ancestral home would immediately expose the nameless search intention.

You have to be careful when catching an unsuspecting criminal. If the enemy is allowed to escape and chase the Mad Butterfly in the complex railway system, it is really like finding a needle in a haystack, and the damage caused is immeasurable.

In the past, the Anonymous rarely fought such battles. They always broke into the enemy's territory, went deep into the dragon's pool and tiger's den to fight away from home, and burned, killed and looted without any worries. Oh no, support justice.

Jason Megan murmured to himself: "If we can know the names, we can locate their general location. Unfortunately, no one even knows the names of the enemies now, so there is no way to check them."

Jiang Xueming: "It would be fine if it were just a remnant of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult - but judging from the characteristics of Marley Perot's essence, he has become the [Wings of Light] of the Eternal One."

Wings of Light - The Eternals use falcons as their totems, and the spread of their wings are their wings.

The holy blood can maintain the organizational structure of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, and different formulas can create blood-donating units with different physical characteristics.

The elixir and secret medicine prepared by the Eternal Ones themselves were improved upon by an old recipe that had been used for who knows how many years. The monster they created was only one step away from transforming into a butterfly. When Conch Johnny was seriously injured and on the verge of death, his body took on the characteristics of bird feathers and an eagle's beak, and he was almost beaten back to its original shape by the gunsmith. This also means that the leader of the Eros Mercy Society is the direct lackey of the Eternal One, the [Wings of Light].

Foehn's spirit body has the characteristics of a cuckoo bird, and the researchers at the Secret Library are particularly concerned about this. They have tried to connect the tragedy in Shinto City - but there is no direct evidence to prove that Foehn has ever received help from the Eternal One.

"Wait a moment."

Just when Jason Megan was preparing to pack up his psychic tools and find another way. Jiang Xueming returned the experimental utensils to the oil lamp, and the fragrance water vapor continued to spread out.

[Part②·Tiger eyes wide open]

The darkness is getting thicker and thicker, like mellow wine, attracting wandering ghosts from afar.

After a while, a thick and wet mass of water plants climbed up from the dock of the Scenic Lake, including old mud and rotten bones.

When it stepped on the soft wooden board, the domestic garbage deposited at the bottom of the lake gave off a stench. The tattered plastic bags tightly wrapped its belly, and the limb joints that could barely be called "legs" were exposed with green aluminum sheets. It's some rotten cans that make up its joints.

Densely packed snail shells are arranged between its chest and abdomen, and a piece of turtle bone becomes its abdominal muscle lines.

It was babbling, and the two fresh water plants on its lower jaw were intertwined with its collarbone and skewed shoulders. It had suffered a very severe impact during its lifetime, and it seemed that it was fighting some kind of monster under the water, and finally died in the lake.

Its skull was damaged, and black muddy water kept leaking out. It tilted its head and dumped the fish bones across its head. It finally emptied the wastewater in its brain, and its eyes began to glow with a faint green color. Fire, wake up.

This undead emitted a sharp roar, which suddenly caused the waterfowl, ducks and egrets on both sides of the river bank to flee in panic into the depths of the dense forest.

It walked towards the boulevard step by step. With each step, the soles of its feet became more and more complete. You could see the dust and mud from the gravel road climbing up its torso, gradually filling its shell with holes. However, the shape was not much better. , nothing more than a little white mushy muscle on the skeleton.

Neither Jason nor Jiang Xueming spoke——

——The reason Jason didn't speak was because he was a little scared.

The reason Jiang Xueming didn't speak was that Jason didn't let him speak. He wasn't sure whether he should speak at this time.

When the undead came to the stove and oil lamp used in the wake-up ceremony, he kicked away the ritual props.

Only then did Jason come back to his senses: "WTF!!! Do you know how expensive this thing is!"

The undead ducked down and roared at Jason, a shrill scream coming from the swollen and deformed mouthpiece.

Jason's eyes immediately turned red: "You want to scare me? Just kick away the catalyst I spent more than 40,000 yuan to buy? That's it?"

Before the undead could speak——

——Jason was furious, took off his clothes, covered the water ghost with his coat, and began to beat him violently.

"Damn it! There's also a whole set of exquisite potion utensils! I'll f**k you to death!"

"If you want to scare me! The only scary thing about this is that I have to be scolded for half an hour!"

Jiang Xueming looked on in confusion. He did not dare to speak. Perhaps this was part of the spirit raising ceremony and it was not convenient to disturb Master Jason.

Jason fished out the oil lamp and catalyst. Fortunately, the things were not broken. Unfortunately, the oil and medicine were contaminated. When the water ghost kicked it down, half a kilogram of mud fell into the container, leaving seven More than ten milligrams of spices are useless.

"Look at what immoral things you have done! Look at it! Look at it!"

Jason grabbed his clothes and picked up the water ghost's head.

"Mud! Grass leaves! Dust! Soda cans! Chewing gum! And fucking condoms?!"

"WTF?!"

"I didn't know that what I was learning was the ritual of summoning a garbage man! I obviously held a spirit raising ceremony, why did I summon a garbage man?"

"Do you think you're scary?"

Jason punched the water ghost violently on the head. There was still some water left in the head, but it was all shaken clean at this moment.

"I saw people like you when I was learning how to swim at Boy Scout summer camp! There were four of them! Four!"

"Just like you-"

"—in a small puddle."

Mr. Jason looked contemptuous and spoke grandiosely.

"Sitting in rows on a piece of rotten wood, they are losers in life. They pick up the cigarette butts we throw into the lake and treat them as treasures."

"Why are you kicking my stuff? Are you Brazilian? Does a water ghost still want to participate in the World Cup?"

"Ghosts still have football dreams? My catalyst looks like a football?"

"You are obviously so powerful, you can wow, woo, babble! You can crawl all the way in front of me from over fifty meters away, and then kick my precious catalyst into the sand!"

"From here! By the bench! Kicked to the sand! Oh my God, I fell into the sand!"

"You can go to the disaster area to help the poor, you can go to the frontline team to carry bricks, you can go to the Halloween special store to be a model! You can do so many things! You can also help a magician with no talent to complete the transformation of a living person, and chop him with a knife Two great magic tricks. You can do so much! So great things! So incredible things!"

"Do I look like a down-and-out magician? So I'm a football coach?"

Jason finally took the coat off the water ghost's head——

——At this time, the unlucky guy summoned by the wake-up ceremony looked pitiful, and his whole face fell down. It spun around in a circle, just trying to reset its twisted and deformed neck.

After doing these things, it didn't say a word, no longer screamed or screamed, and walked back and forth.

Jason suddenly raised his head: "Where are you going? Do I allow you to go?"

The water ghost came around again and took off the big octopus bone fragment on his head, as if taking off his hat to apologize.

Jason grabbed the gunsmith and snatched the Eagle away. He emotionally pulled the slide and loaded the gun repeatedly, ejecting all the loaded bullets.

"Wash all my beakers and test tubes! Otherwise I will send you to see the King of Hell!"

When the bullet flew halfway out, Jiang Xueming quickly caught it with quick eyes and hands, and pushed the muzzle of the gun away. When Jason Megan talked about the King of Hell, he involuntarily pointed the muzzle of the young eagle at Xueming.

"I'm not I didn't.I."

It's embarrassing to say anything at this time. Like a good baby, the undead put on woven gloves and packed up Jason's things next to the public toilet, emptying every container of oil and grease, and finally broke the awkward situation pitifully.

The sound of water came from its throat, and the vocal cords made of green algae vibrated, accompanied by a gurgling sound.

"can I go now?"

Xueming and Jason exchanged glances——

——The two of them drove the old water ghost onto the swing, like pressing a prisoner onto a tiger's bench. Then he took out his diary and started the interrogation session.

"Have you noticed any abnormalities on the boulevard before?" Jason Megan asked, grabbing the key point: "Just four days ago, a pair of college students ran into the park, and the girl among them was probably killed."

The water ghost was holding on to two swing wires, half-motivated and absent-minded.

"You haven't asked me anything and don't care about me. You treat me like a prisoner."

The tone is quite charming——

——The gunsmith is also welcome.

At that moment, his eyes became terrifying. That was the murderous aura emanating from the arrogant and virtuous Yuanzhi from the inside out when encountering evil spirits. Under the blessing of the soul's power, his eyes almost turned into vertical pupils, and his eyes were wide open and spiritual pressure was released.

The cold air shot out like a sharp arrow, and Jason was shocked all over.

After a while, the water ghost brother said nothing.

Jiang Xueming packed up his spiritual pressure and asked Jason.

"What's wrong with it? If you ask it again, what's this guy's attitude?"

Jason stepped forward and took a look, a little embarrassed——

"——Tsk, wait. I'm scared."

(End of chapter)