I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 190

The Screaming Well was crushed by Kemon. No one had ever understood fear better than him, but the Screaming Well couldn't feel the slightest sense of fear from Kemon.

This person seems to be a ruthless person by nature, and he has no feelings.

But it can't run anywhere, it has no feet, and it can be squeezed by Kemeng.

Ding ding ding.

The bell that made it feel a sense of crisis was so hateful, but after listening to it too much, Shuijing gradually got used to the sense of crisis brought by the bell.

There is an old saying in Jinlizhou, when the wolf comes, it will be useless if there are too many.

Wells have no culture, all this knowledge is learned from those children.

Ding ding ding.

The bell continued to ring, and the sense of crisis escalated step by step, slowly accumulating to the point of monitoring fear.

But the well is no longer afraid, this thing is purely a prop to play with it.

If it wasn't too angry, it would have ignored this boring prop long ago.

It was also at this time that the man in the scarf in front of him suddenly said, "Ah, you are useless."

What is useless?

Screaming Shuijing became angry again, and the anger in his heart couldn't be stopped no matter what.

"ah--"

The screaming sound was excreted and penetrated into Kemon's ears.

Kermon was at the center of the scream, standing still, as stable as a mountain.

+0.1, +0.1.

Swiping points has never been so stable.

It's a pity that the screaming well screamed for a minute, and then realized that he had been tricked... This person is not afraid of screaming at all, no matter how much he screams, it is nothing more than a clown screaming in his ears. Decided not to call again.

"Stop calling again?"

"I was squeezed dry..."

"It's a pity, but you are much better than that radio, not bad." Kermon patted the wall of the screaming well, very satisfied.

He checked his resistance value, and the resistance value actually climbed to 280, which shows how high it is.

Screaming Shuijing dared not speak out, held back, but kept silent.

Kemeng did not retreat, but sat down in the middle of the well, constantly filling up his mind with photos of the missing child and connecting it with the well.

Just now Kemen saw a group of children in the well, some of them were from the old files, but some of them were unfamiliar faces.

This proves that Screaming Wells not only persecuted 34 children, but also persecuted children in other places.

Whether these children were caught by itself or fed by someone needs to be questioned.

And this is also the direction of Ming Lao's investigation nineteen years ago. Unfortunately, due to his limited ability at that time, he did not have such strong synaesthesia and defense ability.

Screaming Water Well didn't know what Kermon was planning, but he took out the crystal scalpel and patted the scarf with his left hand, producing a strange fruit.

One mouthful after another, the man finished eating the fruit, closed his eyes and continued to feel something.

Damn, ignore it completely... Screaming Wells is extremely irritating, but as soon as the anger comes up, it suppresses it.

It's useless, no matter how you call it, it just makes him stronger.

Screaming Well's perception is very keen. After all, it has eaten a lot of children and is full of spirituality. It can clearly perceive that Kemon is gradually becoming stronger amidst the screams.

It was a very subtle change, very difficult to observe, but as long as he knew the truth, Screaming Wells lost the desire to fight Kermon.

This kind of person gets stronger as he fights, and only fools fight him.

After a few minutes, Kemon gradually caught a trace of feeling.

The human soul is here, the well is here, and the only thing stopping Kemon is the time factor.

It was nineteen years ago when the homicide happened. Even if the investigators had strong synaesthesia, they had to become desperate in the face of the time scale.

But Kemon didn't give up hope, reached out and patted the scarf again, and ate another spiritual fruit.

It was undoubtedly the correct decision to hand over the psychic fruit tree to the investigation bureau in the first place.

Now that the resistance has come up, it has proved that he can resist the whispers, and he can take as many spiritual fruits as he wants, and he doesn't need Kemen to feed them himself.

Baji baji, the spiritual fruit enters the stomach, and the spirituality becomes more acute, and it is able to sense more things.

Three, four, five, Kemeng ate more and more until the eighth fruit was eaten.

If you want to eat again, you can get the fruit from the Investigation Bureau.

However, the spiritual awareness is raised too fast, and the secular world is too frightened, so it is enough.

After continuing the synaesthesia for a while, Kemen continued to see the gray picture.

It was a picture of the past, but not nineteen years ago. Kemen captured the concept of time and judged from his own experience that it was a scene seven years ago.

Seven years ago, the Special Affairs Investigation Bureau had not yet been established, and the blockade of the well was only blocked by manual intervention.

An old-fashioned man appeared by the well, with a sleeping child in each arm, threw them into the well, and then prayed and recited words to the well.

The prayer of an old man is to pray to a certain god for powerful power, hoping that the other party will answer.

The water well is not a god, but it promised for the gods, and through the power of sound, it trained him to keep screaming.

The more you scream, the more you can master the power of howling.

Kemen looked at this old picture like a black and white movie, and he had a deeper feeling in his heart. This was not the first time the old man prayed, but the thirtieth time he committed a crime, and each time he sent some children to the well.

Sometimes he would bring a carload of children over to offer sacrifices, but since it was artificially blocked by the Counterintelligence Intelligence Agency 19 years ago, the number of children he carried decreased, and he came secretly almost every other year, or only came every few years.

Every time it comes, it is a further knowledge to digest the power of howling.

And the scene Kemon saw was the last time the old man appeared in front of Shui Jing, mastering the screaming sound power.

Later, the investigation bureau was established, the land was sealed up and sealed, and Shuijing never saw the man who sacrificed the child again.

The synesthesia ends here, and it is already very powerful to be able to perceive the scene seven years ago.

It is not so easy to fight against time. The longer the timeline is, the more blurred the information will be, and there is not much effective information that can be seen.

Kemeng climbed out of the well, saw Luo Yuan approaching, and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

"It's settled, I'll find an expert to draw it." Kemon nodded.

Walking out of the sealed world, Mr. Ming hurried over. Captain Bi Luo was even more anxious. When he saw Kemeng, he held his hand and asked for details vigorously.

Kemen picked up the story, not talking about the faces of those children, trying not to stir up the sad memories of the old man.

When Mr. Ming learned that there were indeed terrorists behind the case, he was moved, relieved, excited, and indignant. The person also became more energetic, and kept asking what the person looked like.

"What it looks like, I won't be able to accurately describe it for a while, wait until I find an expert to draw it."

"What kind of expert are you looking for? I can draw." Ming Lao said excitedly.

Nineteen years ago, Ming Lao's special skill was to describe the appearance of the suspected person through the description of the victim, and the similarity was as high as 80 to 90%.

Sleepy, practice at 7 o'clock tomorrow, let's do the second shift today.