This is a source of mental pollution, and Kemeng has felt countless negative emotions coming in like a tide.
There are many points of resentment, directed at society, against men and women, against academics, against families, etc.
In addition to Deacon Zhu's own resentment, the dark negative emotions of the humans he had invaded had also been inherited. Until this time, they erupted like a tide, instantly overwhelming Ke Meng.
Ke Meng used his shadow grabbing hand to grab the mutated shadow.
But this shadow has begun to mutate and is very difficult to catch.
When grabbing it with the palm of my hand, it was like grabbing a large piece of mucus, but I couldn't get it out.
At this moment, the shadow and the body have merged into one, and the entire body is a huge source of pollution. The shadow and the body are indistinguishable from each other, and the shadow-grabbing hand gives a feeling of being unable to grasp.
Ke Meng stretched out his hand again, and a steel-core bullet appeared in his hand.
All the current in the ring is drained, forming an ultra-high electric pressure field. In an instant, the steel-core bullet acquires an instantaneous speed that exceeds several times the speed of sound.
Boom!
The weird insect body hit the kinetic energy bullet and was immediately blown into pieces.
The insect's mucus and squirming black flesh splashed everywhere.
Kemeng received a shock wave from close range, but his body resisted the shock wave and he was fine.
The floor of the Holy Light Room was plowed three feet, and it was covered with messy flesh and blood.
The holy light is like an injection, constantly purifying these things.
But there were really too many negative things in Deacon Zhu's body. Strange things grew on the surface of every piece of black flesh.
From a distance, they look like trembling cilia, but up close, they look like indescribable tentacles.
They kept shaking and rubbing against the air. There was an indescribable evil emotion in the friction sound.
Holy light is difficult to purify, it is pollution under the light.
Kemen took out the sound-absorbing sponge and pressed it. At this moment, the sound of the entire Holy Light Room was absorbed.
Kemon walked back and forth, using the Bureau's storage ring to store the squirming clumps of flesh.
Because he was in the center of the pollution source, although he couldn't hear the sound, the squirming flesh and blood left a deep impression on Kemeng's heart, and he couldn't get rid of it.
Even if he has over a thousand resistance points, he can still see a white shadow fixed in front of his eyelids when he closes his eyes.
After Kemen put all the things in the room into the storage ring, Kemen moved out the big-faced cat.
That thing just now was a strange creature transformed from a bug body. The big-faced cat can even eat dark food, so there is no reason why it can't eat mutated pollution-source creatures.
Kemen patted the black and red plaid scarf and took out the body changing lamp.
Position the lampstand, aim at the big cat's face and press the magnification button.
Buzz, a beam of white light shone on the big-faced cat. The big-faced cat began to grow in proportion, and gradually grew to a height of 1.5 meters, and then stopped growing taller.
The size of the big-faced cat has become larger, and the mouth of the big-faced cat has also become larger.
As an emotionless food destroyer, it will never be picky about food.
Kemen poured out the indescribable flesh and blood bit by bit from the storage ring.
After only a few minutes, the flesh and blood sprouted countless strange faces, densely packed on the surface of the flesh and blood, opening their mouths and letting out silent roars.
All the roars were absorbed by the sound-absorbing sponge. Kemeng couldn't hear those sounds and processed food without any pressure in his heart.
No matter how horrifying their expressions are, they can't stop Kemon from pouring them into the big-faced cat's mouth.
The big-faced cat doesn’t refuse anyone who comes, and whatever comes into its mouth is meat, and everything goes into its mouth and disappears.
In less than a minute, Kemeng had poured all of Deacon Zhu’s blood and flesh into the big-faced cat’s mouth.
Deacon Zhu's Shadow Kemeng could no longer be caught. It merged with the strange flesh and blood. The flesh and blood were flesh and blood. It seemed that the moment the backlash began, it was no longer a shadow creature.
The above is Kemen's judgment based on the on-site feeling, a pure intuitive guess.
After eliminating Deacon Zhu, Kemeng looked around. The residual feeling of negative emotions was still serious, but not as serious as at the beginning.
At the beginning, it was like being at the center of an explosion. Countless calls rang in Kemeng's ears. Kemeng felt very tired, as if his soul was riddled with holes.
If it weren't for the sound-absorbing sponge to absorb those sounds, Kemen would have been powerless.
Ke Meng closed his eyes, but he could still see the squirming shadows of blood and flesh, quivering on his eyelids.
Flesh and blood slowly gathered together, as if there were other forces at work.
Kemen didn't know what it was and felt very irritable.
The resistance force in the body did not respond to this, but his own spiritual perception issued a serious warning, as if if he waited for it to squirm for a while, it might invade Kemeng's head.
It can be seen that the mental pollution this time has exceeded Kemeng's comfort zone, and the resistance of more than a thousand points is not stable, and more resistance points are necessary.
If there were other people in the bureau, they would probably rebel directly.
Kemen patted his head, stayed in the Holy Light Room without going out, and directly called the people outside.
There are not many people in charge in the bureau, and they all go out to take charge of the rescue work.
But Kemeng looked at the group. Shadow Stream's assassination operation killed several A-level investigators. Many people in the group were making crying expressions and writing "good luck" along the way.
Ke Meng's eyebrows felt a little painful, and the phantom of flesh and blood appeared again in front of him.
"Their deaths are all because of me."
"It's all because of me..."
Suddenly, I had thoughts of self-blame in my heart. At first, I blamed myself, but later I started to curse myself with vicious words.
Kemen patted his head and stopped his inner thoughts.
This time, you can see the flesh and blood shadow without closing your eyes.
No matter how Ke Meng moved his perspective, it was always fixed in the center of his sight, as if it had settled on the surface of Ke Meng's eyeballs.
Ke Meng was shocked. He had to spread the information first and then find a way to deal with this hidden danger.
Toot toot.
The director-general answered Kemeng's phone, "Hello?"
The sound was absorbed by the sound-absorbing sponge, and the director's voice did not come through.
Ke Meng glanced at the sound-absorbing sponge and immediately switched to text chat mode.
"Director, write down a string of numbers. This is the group number of the Shadow Stream House. It is the secret contact information of the Shadow Stream Organization..." Kemeng told the chief director the group number of the Shadow Stream House.
After watching it, the director felt slightly relaxed.
"I will go back and ask the beast to check the group number and monitor them." the director wrote.
"Well, I'm going to sleep first."
Kemeng experienced a big battle and was mentally exhausted. As the flesh and blood shadows in front of him became clearer and clearer, he couldn't hold on any longer and had to fall asleep and dream into the game.
"Wait a minute, I'll let Captain Luo take care of you..."
Kemeng didn't look at his cell phone. He lay in the Holy Light Room, put out glutinous rice balls, secretly hypnotized himself, and fell asleep quickly.
As soon as the glutinous rice balls came out, I felt the restless atmosphere in the air.
…
Ke Meng slept deeply, and he could still see the shadow of flesh and blood when he closed his eyes.
The flesh and blood has squirmed and grown, and a face has grown on the flesh and blood, crying silently.
He took advantage of it and fell asleep together with this strange perspective shadow.
Gurgling.
Kemon heard the sound of the sea.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a sculpture of an octopus-headed monster.
Whoosh, Kemon became Cthulhu.
Hundreds of phantom faces made of flesh and blood appeared in the center of the evil god's perspective.
He blinked.
Deep Sea R'lye was as usual, dead silent and peaceful.
