Kemen went back to rest, savoring the feeling of the shadow spear passing through his palm before resting.
It was a kind of heart-wrenching pain, so terrifying that even the shadow-grabber couldn't completely restrain the opponent.
At this point, Kemen finally saw the ceiling of the shadow grabber. The giant shadow spear was something Kemen couldn't grasp.
At the same time, he looked at the palm of his hand. I touched my palm with my hand. It was okay not to touch it, but I felt a burning pain when I touched it.
Ke Meng went to sleep, and while the feeling was still fresh, he wanted to synesthetize where the leader of the Shadow Stream group was in his dream.
It doesn't matter even if he is noticed by the other party. The evil god is outside the Blue Star and is not afraid of being peeked at by the other party. The premise is that the other party has the ability to peek in the opposite direction.
The boss behind Shadow Stream may have the ability to peek in the opposite direction, but the other party didn't do that, probably because he was afraid of death.
After a while, Ke Meng fell asleep.
In the dream, Raleye was silent and lifeless.
Kemen ignored the giant city in the sea, closed his eyes, and recalled the scene of the black and red giant spear piercing the sky and falling from the sky, and at the same time recalled the feeling of the shadow-grabbing hand grabbing the giant spear.
The excruciating pain left a deep impression on Kemon, and personal contact also strengthened the connection in this area, making the obstacles on the road to synaesthesia more likely to disappear.
There was a buzz, and I seemed to hear such a sound.
Ke Meng vaguely saw the appearance of a blue star, and then in a flash, he felt the landscape inside the blue star.
It was a black-red spear, with clouds and smoke swirling all over it.
Its body is not an entity, but a spear formed from a cloud of smoke, inserted into a pile of bones.
There was a pool of mud in the pile of bones. No, it was more like a thick shadow than mud.
The shadow stretched out round tentacles in all directions on the ground like soil, twisting wantonly at irregular frequencies. The air contained endless death and madness.
Normal people would go crazy if they stayed here.
Kemen looked around and saw that the field of view was relatively narrow. After all, this place was under the control of Blue Star and could not be observed any further. Going deeper would be a violation and would be protected by Blue Star.
"What a sticky shadow." Kemen couldn't help complaining in his heart.
There were piles of corpses on the ground, and the dark shadows were like thick swamp fluid.
The "liquid" swims on its own, stretching out tentacles from time to time, like a person taking a deep breath of air.
Ke Meng stared and felt something.
The tentacles stretching out their heads gave him a "human" feeling.
They are breathing air and have plenty of desire to survive.
When they twist their tentacles, they are calling to people from afar, cursing everything, and at the same time paradoxically hoping that someone can rescue them from the mire.
The giant spear was inserted in the center of the pile of corpses, like a magic weapon guarding the dangerous place, suppressing the absurd, evil and abominable things here.
"What on earth is this?" Ke Meng felt uncomfortable and felt his scalp numb.
Unexpectedly, something like this exists in an unknown place on Blue Star, and is also protected by Blue Star.
Ke Meng looked at it for a while, but didn't find the so-called group leader. This place was absurd and evil, and it was not a place for normal people to stay.
Kemen then associated the word "group leader", but this synaesthesia was not successful because the connection was not deep enough and the direction of synaesthesia was not clear enough.
Change the target and look at the man behind Shadow Stream in the Dark.
The boss seemed to be talking to someone again. The moment it saw Kemeng peeking at him, it ended the conversation.
Ke Meng keenly captured the aura of Blue Star. As expected, the boss behind Shadow Stream was plotting an unknown plan with a member of Blue Star.
Ke Meng's heart sank. The Shadow Stream organization must be plotting something and they must be stopped.
If we don't stop it, something big will happen.
However, Kemeng cannot interfere with them. Invading the dream requires the other party to dream. If you don't dream, you can't invade, you can only peek in secret.
Ke Meng Zuo En thought about it, there was no way to restrict them, he could only feel the spear again and secretly remember the scenery of that area.
No matter whether you can find it or not when you wake up, draw the scene first and let the network beast slowly identify similar terrain types through satellite terrain maps.
Kemen secretly memorized the appearance of the nearby terrain.
At this time, in the mire of shadows in the pile of bones, a tentacle surged up, suddenly transformed into a human face, opened its mouth wide, and made a strange hoarse sound: "Help me!"
Ke Meng's heart was calm and calm. This was a crazy murmur, but as the evil god, it was easily offset.
No, it didn't even break the defense, so it couldn't be called a neutralization.
But Kemeng became curious about it. Since something was whispering to Kemeng, it must have noticed that the evil god from outside was secretly spying on it, otherwise it would be impossible to react to Kemeng.
"This face..." Kemeng didn't recognize the other party, but his heart moved and he could remember this face.
Remember this face, and then after waking up in reality, immediately draw a sketch and portrait, upload it to the Internet, and let the network beast search the whereabouts of this person within the sphere.
"Help me!" Another tentacled shadow emerged from the mire of corpses and turned into a human face without eyes.
These faces only have facial features and no hair or anything like that, but it's enough.
Under the background of artificial intelligence, facial recognition technology has made good progress. With the power of the network beast, big data searches can be carried out several times or even ten times faster than top artificial intelligence companies.
Ke Meng was slightly happy, this was a big clue.
One more face data is a clue.
"Help me——" Another face appeared and shouted.
Virtual calls for help rang in Kemen's ears, and they reached Kemen's ears across space.
These sounds are poisonous and chaotic murmurs, which can easily cause ordinary people to change their mentality and fall into the abyss, but as an evil god, Kemeng is completely unmoved.
With the cry of three human faces, the mire of corpses came to life. All the tentacles were stretching exaggeratedly, trying desperately to stretch out, transforming into human faces, asking for help from Kemeng.
Ke Meng used his brain and recorded the facial features and appearance of each of them.
"These are all victims. People from Shadow Stream have killed too many people." Kemen lamented.
If you think about it from another perspective, the special abilities that the members of the Shadow Stream have replaced by their bodies have destined them to be unable to live a normal life with humans, and can only become the opposite of humans.
Ke Meng memorized hundreds of faces, and his brain was not bloated. He remembered them one after another, and then woke up on his own initiative.
Suddenly, Kemen forced himself to wake up by looking at himself.
When Kemeng woke up, he was still in a community home in a special place. After waking up, he immediately started drawing.
But after drawing one picture, Kemen felt that the efficiency was too slow.
The number of victims in that quagmire was definitely not just a few hundred, but even thousands!
Not long after Kemen lay down, he returned to the investigation bureau in the early morning, looking for tools for quick drawing. He wanted to draw the faces in his mind at once.
