Screaming Well was so depressed by Kemeng that his heart collapsed. There was no one who knew fear better than him, but Screaming Well couldn't feel a trace of fear from Kemeng.
This man seemed to be born ruthless and had no need for emotion.
But it couldn't run anywhere, it had no legs, and it was allowed to be pinched by Kemeng.
Ding ding ding.
The sound of the bell that gave it a sense of crisis was so hateful, but after listening to it too many times, Shuijing gradually adapted to the sense of crisis brought by the bell.
There is an old saying in Koi Island: When wolves come, there will be no use if there are too many.
Shuijing has no culture, and all this knowledge comes from those children.
Ding ding ding.
The bells continued to ring, and the sense of crisis escalated step by step, slowly building up to the point of monitoring fear.
But the well is no longer afraid. This thing is purely a prop for playing with it.
If it wasn't too angry, it would have ignored this boring prop.
It was also at this time that the man with the scarf in front of him suddenly said: "Ah, you are no longer useful."
What does it mean to be useless?
The screaming well became angry again, and the anger in his heart could not be stopped.
"ah--"
The screaming sound was excreted and penetrated into Kemon's ears.
Kemeng was in the center of the screams, standing motionless, as steady as a rock.
+0.1, +0.1.
Gaining points has never been so stable.
It's a pity that after screaming for a minute, Screaming Well realized that he had been tricked... This man was not afraid of screams at all. No matter how he screamed, it was nothing more than a clown screaming in his ears. Screaming Well couldn't help but feel ashamed and annoyed, and said Decided not to bark again.
"Stop barking again?"
"I've been squeezed dry..."
"It's a pity, but you are much better than that radio, not bad." Kemen patted the wall of the screaming well, very satisfied.
He checked his resistance value, which actually climbed to 280, which showed how powerful it was.
The screaming water well dares to be angry but dare not speak out. It suppresses it but does not scream.
Kemeng did not retreat, but sat down in the middle of the well, constantly thinking about the photos of the missing children in that year, and connecting them with the well.
Just now Kemeng saw a group of children in the well. Some of the children were from the old files, but some were unfamiliar faces.
This proves that the Screaming Well not only persecuted 34 children, but also persecuted children in other places.
Whether these children were caught by it itself or fed by others requires a question mark.
This was also the direction of Ming Lao's investigation nineteen years ago. Unfortunately, due to his limited abilities at that time, he did not have such strong synesthesia and resistance capabilities.
Screaming Shuijing didn't know what Kemen was planning to do, but he took out the crystal scalpel, patted the scarf with his left hand, and produced a strange fruit.
One bite after another, the man finished the fruit, closing his eyes and continuing to feel something.
Damn it, completely ignoring it... Screaming Well was extremely angry, but as soon as the anger surged up, it was suppressed.
It's useless, no matter how you scream, it will only make him stronger.
Screaming Well's perception is very keen. After all, he has eaten a lot of children and is very spiritual. He can clearly sense that Kemeng is slowly getting stronger amidst the screams.
It was a very subtle change that was very difficult to observe, but as soon as he knew the truth, Screaming Well lost the desire to fight Kemon.
This kind of person gets stronger the more he fights, so only fools fight him.
After a few minutes, Ke Meng gradually caught the slightest feeling.
The human soul is here, the well is here, and the only thing stopping Kemeng is the time factor.
It was nineteen years ago when the murder occurred. Even if the investigator had strong synesthesia, he had to become desperate in the face of the time scale.
But Kemeng did not give up hope. He reached out and patted the scarf again, and ate another spiritual fruit.
It was undoubtedly the right decision to hand over the psychic fruit tree to the investigation bureau at first.
Now that the resistance is up, he has proven that he can resist the whispers, and he can take as many spiritual fruits as he wants without the need for Kemeng to feed him himself.
Chirp, chirp, chirp, the spiritual fruit enters the stomach, and the spirituality becomes more acute, and I can sense more things.
Three, four, five, Kemeng ate more and more, until he ate the eighth one, and he finished the fruit.
If you still want to eat more, go to the Investigation Bureau to get the fruit.
However, the spiritual perception increases too quickly and is too shocking to the world, so it is enough.
After continuing the synaesthesia for a while, Kemen continued to see the gray picture.
That was a scene from the past, but it was not a scene from nineteen years ago. Kemen captured the concept of time and used his own experience to determine that it was a scene from seven years ago.
Seven years ago, the Special Investigation Bureau had not yet been established, and the blockade of water wells was only done through manual intervention.
An old-looking man appeared next to the well, holding a sleeping child in each arm and throwing it into the well. Then he prayed and recited words to the well.
The prayers of mature men are to pray to a certain god for powerful power, hoping that the other party will agree.
The well was not a god, but it agreed on behalf of the god and, through the power of its voice, trained him so that he kept screaming.
The more you scream, the more you can master the power of the howl.
Kemen looked at this old picture that looked like a black and white movie, and he had a deeper feeling in his heart. This was not the first time that the old man prayed, but the thirtieth time he committed a crime. Each time he sent some children to the well.
Sometimes he would bring a carload of children over to offer sacrifices, but since it was artificially blocked by the Counterintelligence Bureau nineteen years ago, the number of children he brought with him had become less and less, and he would come secretly almost every other year, or only come every many years.
Every time I come here, I learn more about the power of howling.
The scene that Ke Meng saw was the scene of the old man appearing in front of Shuijing for the last time, mastering the power of screaming.
Afterwards, the Investigation Bureau was established and the land was enclosed and sealed. The man who sacrificed the child was never seen again in Shuijing.
The telepathy ends here. Being able to telepathize with the scene seven years ago is already very powerful.
It is not that easy to fight against time. The longer the timeline is stretched, the information will become more and more blurred, and not much effective information can be seen.
Kemeng climbed out of the well and saw Luo Yuan walking over, and asked anxiously: "How's it going?"
"It's settled. Let me find an expert to draw it." Ke Meng nodded.
Stepping out of the sealed boundary, Ming Lao came over anxiously, even more anxious than Captain Luo. When he saw Kemeng, he held his hand and asked vigorously for details.
Ke Meng took the initiative to talk, not mentioning the faces of the children, trying not to stir up the old man's sad memories.
When Ming Lao learned that there were indeed terrorists behind the case, he was filled with emotion, relief, excitement, and indignation. The person also became more energetic and kept asking what the person looked like.
"What it looks like, I won't be able to accurately describe it for a while. You wait until I find an expert to draw it."
"Why are you looking for an expert? I can draw." Ming Lao said excitedly.
Nineteen years ago, Ming Lao's special skill was to use the victim's description to describe the appearance of the suspected person, with a similarity of 80 to 90%.
