Upon hearing this, Paul hesitated.

This manifestation is not so much about hesitating whether to answer or not, but rather hesitating about what to choose as an answer.

"You'd better say it all. Nothing is hidden, no matter what." I put pressure on him. "I tell you frankly that before coming here, I already knew something about the cooperation between the Gecentric Church and Beaver Pharmaceuticals, but I still had some unknown parts. And if what you said later was biased or even contradictory to what I knew, then I would immediately determine that you were a liar and chop off your head."

"This is too unreasonable!" he protested weakly.

"This is your last nonsense that won't be accompanied by pain." I made my voice as cold as possible, "Now you can start talking."

Under my threat, he pursed his lips in fear and began to tell the story.

If you summarize his long and long statement, it will look like this:

Initially, after Inoue Hitoshi obtained the method of making the spiritual medicine from an unknown way (that is, from a "bad woman", he summoned only a few researchers to form a secret research team. Among them were both coerced researchers and those who were tempted like Paul. The work of kidnapping the "experimental subject" was handed over to the hired residents of the black zone.

But not long after, two super psychics learned about Inoue Hito’s plan from somewhere and tried to come and grab research materials.

These two people claimed to be "dead believers", that is, people from the Dike Centre Church. Inoue Hito was too unrestrained, so they chose to be loyal to the Dike Centre Church on the spot to ensure their lives.

"They accepted Inoue's allegiance," Paul recalled. "Then one of them hypnotized some researchers and security guards in the company and transferred them to the Psychic Awakening Medicine project. After that, he seemed to have something else and left first; the other stayed, nominally acting as Inoue's bodyguard, but actually was responsible for monitoring him."

"The 'Other' is the super psychic who manipulates Black Wind?" I asked.

"Yes, he called himself 'violent'," he said.

"Where is the person responsible for hypnosis?"

"I have no idea."

"What does he look like?"

"Well..." he recalled, "is a man in his twenties, with black hair, blue eyes, pretty handsome appearance, slow-talking when talking... If you want to say characteristics, you should wear a pair of cross crystal earrings."

I silently wrote it down and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No more." He shook his head.

"You must have been hypnotized, too." I asked, "How do you relieve hypnosis?"

"Inoue's son... When Inoue Naoto attacked me, he seemed to have forced my memory." He said, "It was during this process that I was strongly influenced by the mind, and then I found that the hypnosis was lifted... Maybe it wasn't so careful. Then I remembered my true self, so I hid it, afraid of being discovered by beaver medicine, or even by the Earth-center church..."

"Then why don't you escape from Beaver City?"

"I dare not." He laughed at himself, "hiding in the same place makes me feel at ease. When I think of running away, I fear that some people who want to harm me will appear on the route."

"So that's it." I understood his mood, then pulled out a kitchen knife from the knife holder next to me and walked slowly towards him.

Seeing this, his face changed and he retreated continuously until his back hit the wall.

"You said you won't kill me!"

"I only said I wouldn't cut off your head." I said, "but I didn't say I wouldn't treat you as a living sacrifice."

"Living...living sacrifice?"

I changed my subject, "You participated in human experiments before you were hypnotized. How many lives have you lived on your hands?"

"I admit that I am wrong and I will correct it!" He begged for mercy quickly. "I have changed my mind after leaving Beaver Pharmaceutical and will never do that kind of thing again! I will try my best to repay everything I have done before!"

"By instructing your own guards to kill the original owner of the house, and then fry poached eggs here for yourself to eat?" I asked, "In your original plan, how many grams of sin can each poached egg be purified?"

He was speechless and then shouted quickly: "I, I still have some wealth. Although the origin is a bit ugly, it is the wealth I have accumulated over my life... I will give it to you, all of it!"

Enough, I think.

I swung the blade quickly, first cutting off his vocal cords, and then cutting off the key muscles of his hands and feet. He could not even scream and struggle, but could only show a look of fear powerlessness, twitching in pain, while being dragged to the living room by me.

"By the way, I actually don't know that you killed the original owner of this house." I turned to him and said, "You should have denied it immediately, or even admit it, you can turn your fault to your two guards. In this way, I may have a little bit of belief, or doubt, that you are really changing your mind."

His face was distorted with regret, and even shed tears and cried.

I first threw his body beside me, then moved the coffee table in the center of the living room, then took out a large black dining cloth prepared in advance and spread it flat on the floor.

After a while, I used my own blood to complete the drawing of the blood sacrifice ritual array pattern on the black cloth.

Before this was over, I took out red chalk and drew triple ritual array patterns to isolate spiritual fluctuations on the floor around the black cloth (it was used when I was holding the residual influence at the last blood sacrifice ceremony site), and drew a ritual array patterns that could reduce my inspiration on the place where I was scheduled to stand. This is an unpopular among the unpopular. Normal people are deliberately improving their inspiration. Who would reduce it in turn? That is, people like me deliberately collect this kind of ritual knowledge. Although the effect is quite limited, it is better than nothing.

After working on it for a while, some preparations were added, and then I kicked Paul who was lying beside me into the center of the blood sacrifice ritual formation pattern.

Then I stood outside and looked at it silently.

For me, this blood sacrifice ceremony is just an experiment to further test the effectiveness of the blood sacrifice ceremony, and the risk is not high.

Although I also want to do a completely risk-free experiment, among the necessary conditions for the experiment, the three elements of "me", "living sacrifice" and "blood sacrifice ceremony" will meet together no matter what. No one except me can preside over this ceremony. Of course, on the issue of safety, I have also made corresponding preparations, and this is the case at the moment. According to my estimate, this ceremony will not have the worst case situation, nor will it cause irreversible sequelae. Even some temporary sequelae are within an acceptable range.

To be safe, the content of this wish is still "becoming a psychic". Paul's living sacrifice is naturally not equal to the value of this wish. Perhaps it will be feedback to something else. Last time I was treating my disability, but this time I am no longer disabled, and I don't know what I will change to.

Although the formation pattern can also be fine-tuned and changed to other wishing contents, if it is not necessary, I don’t want to try other parts of the blood sacrifice ritual rashly.

I ruminated my thoughts to judge whether my mind was still affected by taboo knowledge, but I didn't appreciate anything after ruling for a long time. Am I not affected or affected, but I couldn't realize it? After struggling, I decided to go to a better direction first: If the risk of the blood sacrifice ceremony is truly controllable, then I can quickly cure and recover even if I suffer severe damage or even have disabilities in the future.

It would be fine to put a disabled person back, but I don’t want to be a disabled person back.

"Didn't you like doing human experiments?" I said to Paul, "Good, it's finally your turn today."

He widened his eyes in horror, and I began to recite the mantra I designed.

After a long time, a wind suddenly blew around, and an indescribable atmosphere enveloped the audience.

The tentacle that only existed in my imagination once again penetrated into my head and stirred up my brain tissue.

*

The scene in front of me began to become unfamiliar. TV is no longer a TV, coffee table is no longer a coffee table, and windows are no longer a window. Although each item is accurately maintained, it is unknown why it is impossible to distinguish it.

The whole world seems to be becoming false, but it seems to be approaching a certain "reality" that humans cannot reach.

I closed my eyes, but even though there was darkness in front of me, something seemed to be moving in it.

I believe many people have had this experience: after closing their eyes, gray and white spots still appear to surge in the dark field of view. It is by no means a phenomenon caused by the light from the outside that transmits through the thin eyelids, because even if you use your hands to cover your eyes or even tightly press your pillows to face, these spots are still active. If you must describe it, it is like the snowflake noise scene of a TV. Moreover, these things that look like gray and white spots at first glance, when you look closely, they are no longer gray and white, but have a faint feeling of colorfulness.

If you continue to look, you will feel that it is not "colorful", but some "colors that are not colors".

In my opinion, when I was in a state of "close-shaped collapse", these spots seemed to be Rorschach's ink traces in psychological tests, and they formed shapes with vague meanings all the time. They then decomposed themselves and formed even more vague shapes, just like countless strange existences of changing bodies. Fear rose uncontrollably, torturing my nerves all the time.

Suddenly, these spots formed by "colors that are not colors" seem to be gradually becoming a person's outline and stabilizing.

I looked at the human figure in silence. At this moment, a sound of hallucination sounded, not from the human figure, but from my imagination, "... nothing."

I subconsciously searched for the source of the sound, but now I was closing my eyes and naturally couldn't see anything.

"No desire, no worries, no form, no karma. Everything in the world no longer exists there." The sound of hallucination continued to ring. I heard it carefully and it was a bit familiar, like my own voice, "What I insist on saying is empty."

"Empty." The human figure also made a sound, which was completely unfamiliar, but because it was too illusory, I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"Yes. The so-called 'emptiness'." said the hallucinating voice, "It is 'resatisfaction'."

"Have peace of mind..." The humanoid hugged his head with his hands and fell to the ground.

The next second, it decomposed on it and turned into countless tiny, maggot-like spots.

The tail sound disappeared in the dark space, and the maggots quickly gathered again, forming another human form. Somehow, I could tell at a glance that this was definitely not the human form just now.

The new humanoid turned his head and looked at me, without saying anything, just made an action of holding something in his hand and inserting it into the heart, and then he also broke it apart.

*

What exactly did I see?

I looked at all this idly, but I couldn't feel any feelings in my heart, and everything seemed so ignorant.

Not long after, the "gestin collapse" was lifted.

I slowly opened my eyes and returned to the original world, while Paul's body had disappeared at some point. It seemed that Hasta had taken it to other universes.
Chapter completed!