As soon as Kemen arrived, he went to synesthesia with those familiar targets.
The first was the two player believers. Kemen saw the bodies of the two players in a daze in the territory of the tree spirit, with their eyes lifeless.
The dryads did not tie up the two players because the dryads felt the same kind of atmosphere from the two players - they had the same beliefs.
Because of the same beliefs, everyone can coexist peacefully and work together for the great cause of awakening Cthulhu.
"Like Chocolate" and "Yimeng Haitian" have been logged in for a while, my mind is groggy, and I have some inexplicable impulse in my heart to awaken that great existence.
In the chat channel, lines of text appeared one after another, and the commander kept asking about the physical condition of the two people.
The two players said that their lives were not in danger, and they even lived peacefully with the tree spirits.
However, the kobold clan is not easy to get along with. The things they collect become theirs and will never be returned.
The monsters of both races did not continue to trouble them and were free to leave.
Then the two of them really left, feeling like they were surviving a disaster.
After the people at the institute learned that they had escaped safely, they breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sent people to pick up their game characters.
"Is everything okay?" the conductor said nervously.
"It's okay, we're okay." Yimeng Haitian shook his head, "I'm just a little sleepy. I'll quit the game and take a rest."
"Go quickly, don't waste your rest time."
Then both players went offline and returned to reality.
Quemontong felt this and lost the picture.
It stands to reason that Kemeng can still communicate with the local Orange Star, after all, it is a believer given by Him himself.
As long as the preparation time for synaesthesia is long enough, there is probably no problem.
So, do you want synaesthesia?
Ke Meng thought for a while. He had been looking at the Dream World for so long and didn't see anything new yet. He might as well go and see what the local Orange Star looked like.
Kemeng has always sensed the thoughts of players through their emotions, knowing that they come from Orange Star, and that those weird non-human characters come from virtual games, but Kemeng really doesn't know what Orange Star looks like.
Kemen closed his eyes and tried to capture the distant connection.
From the evil god to directly communicating with his followers, no matter how far apart the distance between the two is, the vague feeling gradually becomes clearer.
Kemen spent more than ten minutes for this sense of clarity.
When Kemen saw the synaesthesia images of the two players again, he saw white walls and some exquisite and small furniture placed in the room. Every item was full of artistic beauty.
Through synaesthesia, Kemeng could vaguely feel the emotions of the two people. He was unable to go out and was locked indoors to do isolation work.
If there hadn't been nightmare disease, a terrible and strange disease that spreads through language, the two of them might not need to be quarantined.
But there is no if, Orange Star officials are currently working on isolation.
Anyone who comes into contact with strange beings in the game must be quarantined in their room and not allowed to participate in social activities.
Kemeng could feel the depression emanating from them. They were out of social contact online and couldn't go out for a walk. It really felt like the whole world was isolating them.
The two of them walked to the edge of the window sill at the same time. There was no place to jump from the building. The windows were all sealed. Only the building's own air-conditioning system continuously brought fresh air in and exhausted the waste gas.
Outside the window, there are huge tall buildings with silver-gray exteriors and colorful lights reflected in the mirrors.
The city is like a square grid, with a neat and rigorous layout. There are no messy routes. At a glance, the entire city's traffic routes are clear.
Occasionally, there are some small electric-propelled spaceships flying slowly in the air, shuttling in the gaps between high-rise buildings, with blue light emitting from their tails.
Looking up at the sky again, the night is as pure as water and you can see a few stars.
There is a large shining light spot hanging in the sky, fixed for a period of time, and occasionally moving slightly.
Through the emotions of the two of them, Kemen vaguely knew that the big bright spot was the Orange Star's nuclear fusion spacecraft, which was the tail light it emitted while flying in space.
What a powerful era, Ke Meng admired in his heart.
Blue Star has not yet developed to that point, and the technological differences between the two planets are really far apart.
The two players watched for a while, and two psychiatrists came, ready to have an in-depth understanding of their inner world and make psychological assessments.
Kemen secretly observed all this.
Orange star.
As soon as the psychiatrist entered the room, he felt that the room was a bit cold.
"Raise the temperature by two degrees, don't turn on the air so cold." Psychiatrist Xiaodong said.
"Oh." Meng Haitian clicked on his watch and turned up the indoor air conditioner by two degrees.
The two then had a long one-on-one conversation. Meng Haitian had had this kind of psychological conversation many times and was already used to it.
But today was different. Meng Haitian had an inexplicable urge to recruit this psychiatrist to join the religion and believe in a great existence.
Obviously he didn't have this kind of belief before, but now he has a deep belief in the existence of Cthulhu.
However, he knew that evil gods were currently kept at a distance in China, and he had to carefully package himself so as not to make others think he was crazy.
When Meng Haitian was thinking wildly, he fell asleep without realizing it.
When the psychiatrist saw that the other party was asleep, he began to ask in-depth questions about his personal hobbies and his views on evil gods.
These questions are simple questions, not very difficult, and the focus is mainly on subjective expression.
If Meng Haitian gave an unusual answer this time, something might have gone wrong.
"The evil god... is an evil existence... a bad existence that harms Orange Star... resolutely resist..." Meng Haitian closed his eyes and replied expressionlessly.
The psychiatrist turned on the recording button, so she didn't need to record these words. She could just look through the recording file afterwards.
I heard the other party's answer, and there was no problem. The answer this time was different from the last time, but the subconscious mind is like this. You can't expect the other person's consciousness to give the same answer every time.
Subjectively, Meng Haitian still hates the evil god, unlike Liu Siting, who subconsciously worships the evil god.
After asking the necessary questions, the psychiatrist snapped his fingers and ended the hypnosis ceremony.
Meng Haitian opened his eyes suddenly, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had just experienced something terrible.
The psychiatrist looked at the remaining red bloodshot eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of disgust in his heart, but the disgust came and went quickly, and it was gone in an instant.
"You've been under a lot of pressure recently, so take a good rest."
"Oh, oh." Meng Haitian felt that his mind was dizzy. It seemed that there was some will that controlled him just now, but he couldn't remember it at all.
The psychiatrist Xiaodong slowly exited the room and turned to look at Meng Haitian in the room, feeling strange about the sudden disgust he had just felt.
Buzzing, the silver electric isolation door slowly pushed through, isolating the sound inside.
From another room on the same road, the doctor who was conducting a psychological interview on the female assassin player also came out with a little confusion on her face. However, after seeing her colleague Xiaodong come out, her face returned to a normal smile.
