Upon hearing this, I first extracted the key elements of this story in my heart, then thought about it, and then tentatively said: "What you mean is that the touch of an alien god is essentially a mimicking monster. After devouring the victim, it will gain the memory of the victim and mimic the appearance of the victim; at the same time, they have no monster's consciousness and will mistake themselves for the victim himself. Is that true?"

"It's generally like this. But..." Doctor Torino changed his subject after agreeing, "Unlike the bear in the story, touch often does not exist in substance, but will visit the universe we live in in some abstract form. It may be an inadvertent thought, a noise from an unknown source, and a line of handwriting formed by stains by coincidence... It's all in common. In the eyes of others, the victim's life is likely to be calm, but he is completely unaware that the victim has been completely gnawed, digested, and replaced from the inside to the outside at a certain stage of his life."

What she described sounds quite similar to the "Time Traveler" who completes resurrection in the form of other people's bodies in some fictional stories, but is fundamentally different from me, a soul from other universes. Because I have neither taken away other people's bodies nor gained other people's memories, but have reincarnated in this world with my own memories and grown up again from scratch.

So, why is the swordsman so sure? I am the "touch"?

Doctor Torino continued to explain: "The root of this is the sense of touch, which is actually the cell of an alien god. The alien god either intentionally or unintentionally shakes it off to other universes. Of course, because we still don't know the life form of an alien god, and we don't even understand whether it is life. The saying of "cell" is just a far-fetched one. Just listen to it, there is no need to investigate it carefully.

"Although it was just a small cell, it was an unrivalled weird for humans. Even powerful psychics have been recorded as being swallowed and replaced by touch.

"Touch seems to examine the planet's environment, and no one knows what the purpose of this kind of investigation is. At the same time, because it is not human, it has various abilities that humans do not possess; but on the other hand, because it is lurking in human society, these abilities will not appear directly, but will be expressed in the form of genius that humans themselves have.

"After the replacement is completed, the consciousness of the touch will be divided into two parts, part of which is the surface consciousness with the victim's memory and experience as the main body, and the consciousness of the cell itself. The latter will manipulate the former behind the scenes in the form of a subconscious mind. In fact, the concept of "consciousness" as a low-level concept for external gods has become like this, probably because we humans have this kind of consciousness structure."

She is worthy of being a doctor in Turin. She has a lot of knowledge and it is the right thing to find her.

Is the reason why the swordsman says I am touching because of my extraordinary talent in martial arts? It seems that not only that. I remember that he took out a lithograph, and after seeing the lithograph, he was very sure that I am touching.

I asked Doctor Torino whether the withered believers had a way to detect touch. She gave a positive answer: "There are about fifty types."

"So much?" This was unexpected.

What she didn't expect was that she also added: "More than 45 of them were invented by the withered believers. Didn't you expect it?"

I said convincedly: "I really didn't expect it."

"In fact, more than half of the world's sacrifice rituals that failed due to being stopped by others are all stopped by the withered believers." She said a speech beyond the common sense of the common people. "The withered believers and the withered believers have an irreconcilable conflict. Because the withered believers believers can be said to be the ultimate existence born from the ecosystem of this planet, which is the so-called "local God". As the believers of the local God, they naturally cannot sit idly by and watch the foreign God extend their tentacles into this planet. Can you understand if I say this?"

"I understand." I replied, thinking that humans in this world are really difficult. The local gods are things that will blow up the earth when they wake up. The foreign gods are all monsters who don't know what they are thinking. Just seeing them will make people fall into madness. The most active person in resisting the claws of foreign gods and demons is not the alliance official, but the withered believers who are thinking about how to bring all humanity to death together all day long.

The sun god "Ketugya" worshipped by Zoroastrianism, which is believed by the whole nation, seems to be suspected of being a major foreign god based on the information I have learned in the "Silence Town" incident...

These sinister clues made me unable to help but have an unrealistic idea: Should I check more information in the future and see if I can find a way to take my family back to my hometown world?

But before that, I must first understand my own problems.

"Is there any of the methods you just mentioned to detect touch? This is the case?" I finished speaking, and described to her the lithograph that the swordsman took out.

Doctor Torino replied: "That is a testing prop that is often used by the withered believers. But the prop occasionally makes mistakes in judgment because it is strictly speaking not touch, but the breath of an alien god, which only reacts to objects with a strong aura. Of course, generally speaking, if it is so rich that it will react, then it is probably touch. But there are exceptions in everything."

In this way, the swordsman's lithograph may not be me, but the blood power in my body... While telling myself to calm down, I continued to ask: "Is there any other simple detection method? I mean, I can use it."

"Yes." She seemed to think about it and said, "It's not convenient to say on the phone. I'll send it to you later."

"Thank you," I said, "and ask, what will generally be done with the withered believers if they encounter touch?"

"If there are conditions for execution, it will be executed on the spot." She replied, "and if it doesn't work, a 'repayment ceremony' will be arranged on the spot and tried to repatriate him to his original universe."

*

If someone has watched my story, he may feel that my martial arts talent was obtained after traveling through time.

Actually, it is not the case.

Since my previous life, I have already had the motor nerves that are not on the same level as others. Although I don’t fight much, I have never lost fighting, and even those who learn martial arts are not my opponent. However, at that time, I had never learned the basic skills of martial arts, so I can’t talk about decomposing other people’s martial arts. To be compared, it’s like there is a genius who can solve world-class mathematical problems with just relying on junior high school mathematics knowledge. But on the other hand, if this genius has not even learned mathematics in elementary school, his achievements will become limited. No matter how top talent is, if it is not polished, it will not bear fruit. If my martial arts talent has not been trained for a long time and rigorous training, it will be the extent to which someone will be shot to death in the end.

To put it another way, perhaps it is because my talent is too high that I don’t think about learning martial arts. Because normal people can do things that can only be achieved by hard practice, I can do it with talent alone. On the other hand, because there is a lack of a comparison partner, I don’t know the background of my talent. If someone suddenly came over in his previous life and said, “You can use your hand knife to cut out the sonic bomb cloud with your hand knife”, I wouldn’t believe it at all, and would even think, “Nonsense, are you really talking about martial arts, not superpowers?”

Even when I first discovered the true face of this talent, I was very suspicious, thinking that I was not a genius, but a lunatic.

If I had realized it in my previous life, maybe everything would be different.

But, if, I mean, if - if all this is my misunderstanding, my talent, although it was originally very good, did not evolve to this point. In fact, in my previous life, I was just an excellent motor nerve, and I was really not as powerful as I was here. In fact, before I knew it, I had been gnawing and replaced by the touch of the external gods at a certain stage in my new life, and I was not even conscious of myself. My talent became so extraordinary because of this...

I stared at my cell phone that had already finished the call, and waited for the young man to finish taking a shower and walked out to ask me what was wrong before I woke up.

Now the young man has changed his soaked clothes. He is wearing a slightly loose plaid shirt bought from the hotel owner. I don’t know what his real name is yet, so for convenience, I will call him a “plaid shirt” first.

I told him that it was okay, then turned around and walked into the bathroom, took out a washbasin, first took out red chalk, portrayed a simple ritual pattern at the bottom, then filled it with tap water, took it out, and placed it on the bed cabinet.

This is the "other detection methods" that Doctor Torino told me, which can accurately identify whether the object is the touch of an alien god. As long as I drop blood into this basin of water and see if there is any abnormal change in color, I can complete the identification. If the water does not suddenly turn into ink, it means it is not a sense of touch. Withered believers can actually simplify the detection ritual to this point. I really admire their enthusiasm for the never-ending struggle of an alien god.

The plaid shirt looked at me in surprise, while I turned around and took out the anti-psychic short knife, intending to cut through my fingers. Until then, I suddenly realized that the tip of the knife was trembling uncontrollably.

To be precise, it was my right hand holding the knife, trembling. I pressed my right wrist with my left hand, but my left hand was shaking constantly. And in my mind, the sound of Doctor Torino telling the story was involuntarily: It turned out that the real him had already been swallowed by the human-eating bear when he returned home that day, and now it was just an alien covered in human skin.

I'm so scared.

Although I have long understood that I am just a coward who is easily frightened, it is precisely because of this that I have to put on a terrifying cloak, so that those evil and evil bad guys mistakenly think that I am a character. However, I will be so scared because of that story and the sense of touch. I am so scared that I can't even hold the knife firmly, which is extremely embarrassing.

I try my best to calm my mind. I must not be seen in this way. Although it is nothing to let him see it, he doesn't even know my identity. Can he still publicize it afterwards? However, I just don't want others to see my frightened face. That goes against my aesthetics.

I finally made up my mind, cut my fingers and let the blood drip into the washbasin.

After that, I stared at the basin for a long time. The water in the basin was always clear after the blood drips were fainted.
Chapter completed!