I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 135 Mr. Ke secretly observes

As soon as Kemen arrived, he went to communicate with those familiar targets.

First of all, the two player believers, Kemeng saw the bodies of the two players in a daze in the tree elf territory, their eyes blank.

The dryads did not bind the two players, because the dryads felt the same breath from the two players-the same belief.

Because of the same belief, everyone can coexist peacefully and work together for the great cause of awakening Cthulhu.

"Like Chocolate" and "Yimeng Haitian" have landed for a while, my mind is groggy, and there is some inexplicable impulse in my heart, wanting to wake up that great existence.

In the chat channel, words popped up line by line, and the conductor kept asking about the physical condition of the two.

The two players said that their lives were not in danger, and they even lived in peace with the dryad.

But the kobolds are not easy to get along with. The things they confiscated become theirs and will never be returned.

The monsters of the two races did not continue to embarrass them, and they were free to leave.

Then the two really left, feeling like they survived a catastrophe.

After learning that they escaped safely, the people in the research institute breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly sent someone to pick up their game characters.

"It's okay." The conductor said nervously.

"It's okay, we're okay." Yimeng Haitian shook his head, "I'm just a little sleepy, I'll quit the game and take a rest."

"Go, don't delay the rest time."

Then both players went offline and returned to reality.

When Ke Mengtong felt this, he lost the picture.

It stands to reason that Kemon can still communicate with the local area of ​​Orange Star, after all, it is a believer bestowed by Him himself.

As long as the preparation time for synaesthesia is long enough, there is probably no problem.

So, do you want synesthesia?

Kemeng thought for a while. After looking at the dream world for so long, he didn't see any new tricks for the time being. Why don't he go and see what Orange Star looks like locally.

Kemon has always been perceiving players' thoughts through their emotions, knowing that they are from Orange Star, and that those weird non-human characters come from virtual games, but Kemon really doesn't know what Orange Star looks like.

Kermon closed his eyes, trying to capture that distant connection.

The evil god directly communicates with his own believers downward, no matter how far the connection between the two is in space, the vague feeling will gradually become clear.

For this sense of clarity, Kemon spent more than ten minutes.

When Kemon saw the synesthesia screen of the two players again, he saw the white walls, and some delicate and small furniture in the room, and each item was full of artistic beauty.

Through synaesthesia, Kemeng could vaguely feel the emotions of the two, unable to go out, and was locked indoors to do isolation work.

If there is no nightmare disease, a terrible and strange disease transmitted by language, the two may not need to be isolated.

But if there is no if, Orange Star officials are currently doing isolation work.

Anyone who comes into contact with weird existences in the game has to be quarantined in the room and is not allowed to participate in social activities.

Kermon could feel the depression emanating from them. They were disconnected from social networking and unable to go for a walk. It really felt like the whole world was isolating them.

The two walked to the edge of the window sill at the same time. There was no place to jump off the building, and the windows were all sealed. Only the building's own air-conditioning system continuously delivered fresh air into the building and exhausted the exhaust gas.

Outside the window, there are huge tall buildings with silver-gray exteriors and colorful lights reflecting on the mirrors.

The city is like a square grid, with a neat and rigorous layout, without messy routes. At a glance, the traffic routes of the entire city are clear at a glance.

Occasionally, some small electric propulsion spaceships are flying slowly in the air, shuttling through the gaps of high-rise buildings, and the tails emit blue light.

Looking up at the sky again, the night is as pure as washing, and you can see a little bit of stars.

Among them was a large shining light spot hanging in the sky, fixed for a period of time, and occasionally moved slightly.

Through the emotions of the two of them, Kemen vaguely knew that the big bright spot was the nuclear fusion spacecraft of the Orange Star, and that was the tail light it emitted when it was flying in space.

What a powerful era, Kemon admired in his heart.

Blue Star has not yet developed to that point, the difference in technology between the two planets is really too far.

After the two players watched for a while, two psychiatrists came, ready to deeply understand their inner world and make a psychological assessment.

Kemen observed all this secretly.

orange star.

As soon as the psychiatrist entered the room, he felt that the room was a bit cold.

"Turn up the temperature by two degrees, don't turn on the air so cold." The psychiatrist Xiaodong said.

"Oh." Meng Haitian turned on his watch and turned up the indoor air conditioner by two degrees.

Afterwards, the two had a one-on-one long knee-to-neck talk about work. Meng Haitian had already had this kind of psychological dialogue many times and was already used to it.

But today is different, Meng Haitian has an inexplicable urge to recruit this psychiatrist into a religion and believe in a great existence together.

Obviously, he did not have this kind of belief before, but now he has deeply believed in the existence of Cthulhu.

However, he knew that evil gods were being kept at a respectful distance in China, so he had to pack himself carefully so as not to make others feel crazy.

When Meng Haitian was thinking wildly in his head, he fell asleep unconsciously.

The psychiatrist saw that the other party was asleep, and began to inquire about some personal hobbies and opinions on evil gods.

These questions are simple and small questions, the difficulty is not high, and the focus is mainly on subjective expression.

If Meng Haitian gave an unusual answer this time, there might be something wrong.

"The evil god...is an evil existence...is an unhealthy existence that endangers Orange Star...resolutely resist..." Meng Haitian replied blankly with his eyes closed.

The psychiatrist turned on the recording button, so she doesn't need to record these words, just look through the recording files afterwards.

Hearing the other party's answer, there is no problem. This time the answer is different from the last time, but the subconscious mind is like this. You can't expect the other person's conscious mind to answer the same every time.

Subjectively, Meng Haitian still hates evil gods, unlike Liu Siting who subconsciously worships evil gods.

After asking the right questions, the psychiatrist snapped his fingers and ended the hypnosis ritual.

Meng Haitian suddenly opened his eyes, the whites of which were bloodshot, as if he had just experienced something terrible.

The psychiatrist looked at the red blood in his eyes, and suddenly felt disgusted in his heart, but the disgust came and went quickly, and it disappeared in an instant.

"You've been under a lot of pressure recently, so take a good rest."

"Oh, oh." Meng Haitian felt dizzy, as if some will dominated him just now, but he couldn't remember it at all.

The psychiatrist Xiaodong slowly exited the room, turned around to look at Meng Haitian in the room, and was surprised by the sudden disgust just now.

Humming, the silver electric isolation door slowly pushed past, isolating the sound inside.

In another room on the same road, the doctor who conducted psychological interviews with female assassin players also came out, with a little confusion on her face, but after seeing her colleague Xiaodong come out, her face returned to a normal smile.

Friendly reminder, I specially picked out the psychic fruit tree from the sacrificial building and gave it to the investigation bureau.

It's still the fourth update today, and I'll write another three chapters tonight.