It was late at night, and there were no security guards in the garden. There were only a dozen investigators guarding the edge of the pool.
More than a dozen investigators did not get close, but walked far away to avoid affecting Kemon's synesthesia.
Ke Meng secretly moved the big-faced cat out and watched it.
The previous frog man, Kemen, had also taken out the big-faced cat and stared at it alone.
At that time, the big-faced cat said the following about the frog man:
"A mutated creature that was once a human being. After mutating, it has extraordinary powers, but its consciousness is chaotic."
The big-faced cat did not give out the key information, so Kemen thought that the statue had not been inspected by the big-faced cat.
Stare for fifteen seconds.
Strange knowledge increased!
"Evil Statue"
"This statue often releases spiritual pollution, which can invisibly infect humans. Sometimes it can turn into a half-human, half-frog monster."
The knowledge is very brief, but it finally reveals part of the truth.
It was not the parasite infection, but the spiritual contamination of the statues that changed their bodies.
Thinking of this, Kemeng called Luo Yuan, "Captain, please catch those four security guards and anyone who worked in this villa before. They may all be infected."
Luo Yuan replied clearly on the phone and immediately hung up the phone to get things done.
Ke Meng sat there for a while, and all the images he felt were croaking frogs, without any actual images.
Those croaking sounds were very magical and had an impact on people, but Kemeng's body resisted the croaking sounds and was not affected at all.
If someone else does the synaesthesia, there will definitely be problems, but if Kemen does it, it will be much safer.
But Kemen didn't want this clue. He intuitively believed that the person who carved it was the real danger. He must catch the sculptor, otherwise similar statues will appear in the world and infect more people to become frogmen. .
"This method is hard to guard against. It is indeed the spreading method of evil believers..." Ke Meng murmured.
Having said that, what's going on over there on Orange Star? How far have Cthulhu believers spread?
Kemon feels that he is really a strange evil god. While preventing others from preaching locally, he also develops Cthulhu believers on another planet.
Ke Meng typed in the group: "Can you send me a carving knife and wood? I want to try carving."
"Sculpture synaesthesia?"
"right."
"Isn't it better to carve stone? That fountain statue is also a stone statue."
"Okay, then get a strong knife, otherwise the carving knife will break easily." Ke Meng thought for a moment, he has giant gloves, the strength is not a problem, but the knife may wear out faster, and a strong one is needed. Knives.
The Bureau of Investigation responded to Kemeng's request and delivered the items to Kemeng in less than twenty minutes.
"The hard carving knife is very hard. You can use your giant gloves to handle it casually. It has no side effects. It just likes to talk. Besides, it is stone..." Captain Luo said.
"Hello, boss, I am a hard carving knife, a very hard knife." The handle of the carving knife suddenly opened its mouth and spoke,
"吖吖吖!" Bai Sutang on the side shouted, talking with a knife, it was really interesting.
The glutinous rice balls stopped rolling, and he quickly took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the carving knife.
Kemen hummed and said hello to the carving knife, "I'm going to carve it. If you feel uncomfortable, just talk."
Putting on the giant gloves and holding the handle of the carving knife, the carving knife took a breath and said: "Boss, you are so strong."
Ke Meng began to cut into the stone statue. He didn't know how to carve it at first, so he slowly carved it according to the shape of a frog's head and an octopus's body.
After the first round of carving, the carving knife kept complaining and talking, trying to chat with Kemeng, but Kemeng was not distracted by chatting with it, so the carving knife chatted with glutinous rice balls and white sugar.
Tangyuan is reluctant to chat and is addicted to mobile phones.
Bai Sutang screamed and chatted with the carving knife. The key is that the carving knife also understands Sha Diao's words. Perhaps Sha Diao's language has overcome the language barrier between the two.
After Ke Meng finished carving a round, he vaguely found a feeling, so he used a stone to carve.
"Your master made such an ugly carving. He didn't capture its charm at all." The carving knife and Bai Sutang chatted casually without any sense of self-awareness.
A word awakened the dreamer, Kemeng looked at the statue again, and then at the carving knife in his hand.
"I said I couldn't find the feeling of being a sculptor, but it turned out to be the spirit." Kemeng caught the feeling now.
Close your eyes and no longer look at the appearance of the statue, but feel the fluctuations of spiritual pollution emitted by the statue through spiritual perception.
The statue exudes mental pollution all the time. Kemeng's attention is no longer on its appearance, and his whole body accepts its mental pollution.
The mental pollution was chipped away layer by layer by the resistance force, unable to affect Kemeng's body.
And Ke Meng fell with the knife, one after another following the feeling.
In Bai Sutang's eyes, the statue carved by Ke Meng was still so ugly and unlikeable.
But the carving knife made a sound, "Your master has something, he suddenly gained control of his spirit."
One knife after another, one knife after another, the stone was cut off with great force, and countless stones were shaken off with a slight flick of the finger.
That night, Kemon had been carving statues.
Carving a statue is a very busy job. If you carve it very carefully, it will only take a lot more time.
Kemeng worked from night to around eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun rose, shining through the cold courtyard.
Tang Yuan put down the dead cell phone and was surprised to see the owner carving the appearance of an old man.
The old man's hair is sparse, his skin is covered with age spots, his nose is flat, and his mouth is as dry as an old tree root.
But the old man's eyes were very scary, his eyes were round and round, and the Adam's apple on his neck was also very big, giving people the impression that his voice was particularly loud.
In the distance, the people from the Investigation Bureau were mysterious and solemn, using professional cameras to take pictures of what Kemen had carved from a long distance to avoid disturbing Kemeng's synaesthetic carvings.
"Ah, here, the statue of a synaesthetic frog with the head of an octopus has an old man carved out of it..."
"I can't believe it. It's so powerful."
"Actually, as long as we eat enough fruits, we can be like Kemeng, but whether we can withstand that kind of mental pollution is another matter."
"Actually, people in the bureau saw that Kemen was carving it all night, and they began to worry about whether the statue would contaminate Kemeng's thinking."
After Kemen carved the old man's face, the investigator immediately uploaded the image to the bureau, and the person on the Internet quickly searched it.
Soon, the person on the Internet found the old man's information.
Centenarian Lu Fa, a retired professor of law in Crocodile Island, is now an honorary pastor in Crocodile Island. He likes to collect antiques and once spent 10 million yuan to buy a small statue at an auction. .
The centenarian's profile picture appeared, but it was not a frontal photo, but an online photo from Crocodile Island Religion, which was taken a year ago. The old man was wearing a black priest's robe, with a solemn look on his face.
