"ah!"
Someone's scream suddenly sounded in the Orange Star Conference Hall.
It was so painful, as if the sound of my throat being ripped open was extremely terrifying.
All the old men and young experts with outstanding academic achievements turned their heads and looked at the sweating researcher who was covering his head in his seat.
"Li Shen, what's wrong?"
"Call the doctor quickly, Orange Mother!" Someone hurriedly shouted to the artificial intelligence.
In this high-level academic conference, artificial intelligence must record everyone's voice in the conference hall so that it can be compiled into text files later, and the people behind can read and learn, or find other people's academic loopholes.
Mother Orange monitors the academic hall at all times. As soon as the roar rang out, she immediately mobilized the medical robots on standby outside the room to enter.
"Ah -" Li Shen covered his head, suffering from a splitting headache, feeling that he heard an incredible sound.
That headache-inducing, nauseating feeling suddenly got worse.
There seemed to be something lying on his shoulder, and the number of whispers suddenly increased.
It's like, is there something around that intensifies the headache side effects?
What is that?
Li Shen opened his eyes wide, and bloodshot eyes filled his pupils, making the world in his eyes seem to be covered with a layer of bright red.
"Ah, my eyes are bleeding!" someone shouted.
"Hurry up!"
The medical robot quickly rushed to the location, pulled out a syringe with a specific dose from the medicine box, and injected it into the vein of Researcher Li Shen.
The sedative liquid circulated in Li Shen's veins. His body trembled, and his mind seemed to be clearer and not so hot anymore.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong..." Li Shen listened to the voice in his ear and couldn't sleep. His head was very agitated. He thought that the intensity of the headache attack at this time was very unusual. It was stronger and more frequent than before.
But in the end he fell asleep. The effect of the medicine on the human body was real. Unless his body became abnormal, it would still be within the scope of human beings.
After Li Shen closed his eyes and fell asleep, everyone's conversation became less interesting.
The general policy has been laid down, and all that is left is for the subordinates to slowly improve it.
The senior executives in the large conference hall talked about the general direction, and most of the details still had to be completed by the people under their command.
Then the big meeting ended when Researcher Li Shen suddenly had a headache and screamed. Cheng Mu compiled the contents of today's meeting and let the researchers download and watch them.
…
From Kemeng's side, a vague call was heard.
It is a sacrifice from believers!
Believers have been making sacrifices recently, and the number of sacrifices every day has been overwhelming.
After all, Kemen already has millions of believers in the game world, and the believers of the native indigenous wild monsters cannot be counted, because the black ghost is not a mathematician and will not deliberately count how many believers there are. He only knows that there are probably thousands of races that have become Followers of Cthulhu.
It is not clear whether the number is one thousand or two thousand.
Black Ghost said that after the number exceeds 1,000, it will be similar.
Maybe that's the case, Kemeng was noncommittal and didn't comment.
Kemen originally didn't want to accept the sacrifice, but now he was eavesdropping. Accepting the sacrifice interfered with Kemen's concentration in eavesdropping.
There were double-digit requests for sacrificial rituals every day, and just being alive was already a happy worry.
At this time, Kemeng saw Researcher Li Shen yelling and being sedated by the medical robot that ran into the hall.
"This guy..." Kemeng couldn't see the picture because he actively blocked visual synaesthesia and only retained auditory synaesthesia.
Judging from the sound, this guy is in a semi-crazy state, but not completely crazy, and there is still reason.
"Half-crazy man, hiss!" Kemen secretly took a breath, something was wrong with this guy.
If Kemeng's memory was correct, this man had heard Liu Siting's crazy whispers.
Ke Meng listened carefully, but unfortunately the other party had been sedated and no longer made any sound. There was the sound of gentle sleep.
"If there is no synaesthesia error, this person has never overcome his inner demons and is still under the influence of Liu Siting's chaotic whispers."
Why did he not recover when everyone else recovered.
With all these things going on, Ke Meng quickly thought of the reason.
Researcher Li Shen should be a person with strong spiritual perception and strong rationality.
People with low gnosis may have headaches at first, but they can get over it if they insist on themselves a little bit. Because their gnosis is not high, they don’t hear much confusing information.
Li Shen was highly intelligent and listened to too much information, causing his headaches to be several times more difficult than those of ordinary people, which can be called hell-level.
Without a strong heart, people would have collapsed long ago.
He hasn't collapsed yet. It's possible that through repeated tortures, he will slowly become stronger and be able to resist more information.
"This guy is also a bit dangerous. My auditory peeping is at risk of being discovered." Kemon muttered to himself in R'lyeh.
At this time, a virtual murmur sounded in my ears again.
At this time, Mr. Ke had no more chores to do. He readily agreed to the summoner's request for sacrifice, responded to the summons, and his consciousness transcended space, time and limitations and reached the other shore.
It was a lost ruins, with huge rocks standing randomly, ruins of walls, vegetation and dead vines, and corpses of bloody monsters filling the road, with bright red paving all the way to the end of the ruins.
At the end of the ruins, an ancient tree pierced the stone ceiling stood there. Under the tree were several players wearing black robes.
They circled an ancient waterhole, and the flames of the candles flickered into an eerie green color, illuminating the players surrounding it and making their shadows grow long.
Everyone held their breath and ran down in unison, shouting the name of Cthulhu, their words filled with a sense of fanatical worship.
"Great Cthulhu, the sleeping god of R'lyeh, the Great Old One!"
"This is our sacrifice, the wig of the strong!"
Although it may be of no use to the Great Lord, creative players decide to sacrifice it anyway.
To become a fanatical believer, the belief itself is more twisted and fanatical, and the thinking is not very flexible.
Giving good things to the great Lord is a basic operation in their eyes.
Kemen silently stared at the item called the strong man's hair, full of question marks.
My hair is not bald yet.
But Ke Meng thought about it and threw it to Tang Jin, the A-level member of the bureau.
Tang Jin is an investigator who once took Director Lei's transformed light rod. Later, he used various special items to fly into the sky and forcibly intercepted the plane of Deacon Huo of the Shadow Stream Organization.
The use of a variety of items caused him serious injuries. He was later recuperated in a special water tank and it would take at least several months before he could be released.
Kemen vaguely remembered that Tang Jin’s hair was all bald.
It would be great if this strong man's hair had healing properties, Kemen hoped while accepting the sacrifice from the believer.
After accepting the sacrifice, Kemon received the believer's wish - to become stronger.
They are already at level 120, but the monsters are getting harder and harder to fight, they are not getting stronger, and the leveling speed is not fast enough.
He casually gave them a wave of enhancements. The believers were very satisfied, and Kemen quietly retreated.
After a while, Kemen suddenly saw modern ceilings and incandescent lights.
The glutinous rice balls rolled over and blocked the electric light. Kemeng looked in a daze.
Finally home.
