My world has finally lifted the "gesty collapse". The street lights no longer look like giant monks, the buildings no longer look like to tombstones, and the darkness after closing their eyes is just darkness. Everything seems to be like an invisible finger pressing the reset button in the background of the universe, which is moving and restored to the past.

The emotions that had survived the disaster rose from my heart like a rocket, but then I had a strong doubt again: the "close-collapse" that just acted on my consciousness was obviously aimed at making me completely out of control. However, some kind of change seemed to have occurred in the middle, as if he was planning to execute the prisoner. Suddenly, he received a notification call to change the outcome of the trial, which made my situation reverse in an instant.

I have no way of knowing what happened, so I can only return my attention to the present.

I held the wall tremblingly so that I could stand up straight.

Now my posture is in a very embarrassing position, no less than the long-haired dog I just caught out of the water.

In fact, if there were others watching me at this time, I would not be so embarrassed. I would definitely pretend to be cold and confident no matter what. But since there is no one else now, I will allow me to be afraid.

Others, such as drones, shouldn't know that I am essentially a person who is easily frightened.

However, in order to gain a foothold in the black area where the psychics are more active, as an ordinary person, I must never let others see my inner weakness. I must make my tone stronger than others, and my methods are more ruthless. Sometimes I must make myself like a blood-smelling puzzle, which is unpredictable and unpredictable. Once I attack me, I will be able to fight back. Therefore, I must not be a person who is afraid of others. On the contrary, I must be a person who is afraid of others.

As long as I use other people’s fears and modify my own fears, I can act fearless.

After clarifying my mood, I checked my body to see if I had become the psychic person I had always dreamed of under the feedback of the blood sacrifice ceremony.

But after looking closely, I realized that my vision had expanded a lot at some point, as if the visual function of my right eye had miraculously recovered.

Moreover, my paralyzed right arm has re-consciousness and can move freely, just as I was in my heyday last year; my left foot has also been away from the inconvenience I have long been used to, and can swing at will, even if I use force to step on the ground, it will have no abnormality, just like my intact right foot.

There is no mistake. I have completely gotten rid of my disability and become a normal person with healthy limbs again!

Not only that, my right arm was originally in a state of muscle degeneration because it was unable to move for a long time, but now it looks and uses it almost no different from my left arm.

This made me feel surprised.

But at the same time, I also noticed that I have not become a psychic.

As usual, this is unreasonable because: First, I clearly require in my prayer that what I want is to become a psychic, and I have not mentioned the restoration of my physical function; second, the scope of acceptance of the blood sacrifice ceremony I have mastered does not include repairing physical disability at all.

Unless, the "soul of the sheepskin killer" I sacrificed does not match the value of "let me be a psychic", so in response to my sacrifice, Hasta, who voluntarily changed the gift content according to my existing conditions and chose to repair my body.

All I can think of is this answer, but even this answer has problems. Because even if the sheepskin killer is a trash as a psychic, I don’t even have to pay for a fingernail to kill such a guy, but he is still a psychic. From a neutral perspective, the value of his soul is more expensive than mine.

However, the result was that his soul only exchanged the gift of "fixing my one-handed, one-legged, one-eyed, one-eyed". This was undoubtedly inequality.

The knowledge of the blood sacrifice ceremony tells me that trading with Hasta is of great risk, but it will definitely be quite rewarding.

Although I have just realized that these ritual knowledge have some risk factors that mislead readers' thinking process, if knowledge and risk factors are viewed separately and believe in knowledge itself as the premise, then the problem may still lie with me.

Is there something wrong with the blood sacrifice ceremony I arranged? My arrangement should be without any flaws.

So, the problem is that the living sacrifices are caused by the sheepskin killer?

*

I did some psychological work for myself, and finally got the courage to go back to the ceremony scene at the end of the alley to take a look.

But the ceremony site was empty, not to mention the sheepskin killer who had even eaten up the soul and body by red light like eating jelly, even the blood pattern I arranged on the ground evaporated out of thin air. If it weren't for the mottled blood left by some sheepskin killers, I would have suspected that everything was my own hallucination before, and in fact I had not arranged any ritual.

Now, I have saved my time to clean the "scene scene", but I can't find clues related to the abnormal ritual.

I returned to the street outside, which was rarely visited, and took off my mask while shaking the woman who had been stunned by me with medicine.

"Wake up." I said.

She woke up and finally saw my face clearly (although it was disguised), her face changed suddenly, and she forgot to stand up, and her butt leaned against the ground and retreated repeatedly.

"Do you remember what happened before?" I asked.

"You, use a strange spray to turn me..." She looked at me as if she was looking at a sex offender. When she said that, she quickly checked whether her clothes were not tidy.

"I mean, more than before." I reminded.

"More before?" She was stunned for three seconds, her face turned pale, "I seemed...it seemed to be here with a stranger, the man was wearing sheepskin...but I regarded him as a trusted friend. He was obviously a stranger..."

"That man is a psychic criminal who is wanted by the local police. He is nicknamed the 'Sheepskin Killer'. He hypnotized you in some way." I said, "But now, you are safe."

"So, who are you?" she asked nervously.

"This is not what you should know." I said deliberately in a tough tone, "You can go home now."

She was confused for a while, then stood up and stared at my face, as if she wanted to remember my false face, and then said carefully: "My name is Helen, thank you for saving me. How should I repay you?"

I was not interested in her repayment, and I left here without caring about her retention.

*

I returned to District 2, removed the disguise in the park two and a half kilometers away from home, then put on my eye mask, changed my clothes and cane, and "turned back" to the disabled again.

This is also a helpless move. I cannot explain to my family why I was able to suddenly heal my disability. I can only continue to play the role of myself as a disabled person.

After that, I did not go home immediately, but sprayed a stream of flower dew on my body to cover the smell of blood. Then I walked into a nearby public bathhouse and washed away all the flower dew and bloody smell.

When I finally got home, it was already half past eleven. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a pair of black leather shoes in the entrance hall. When I walked into the living room, I saw that Lao Xu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a white paper document.

Lao Xu's full name is "Xu Shengxing". He is my father in this life. He works in the public security department of Beaver City and is considered a senior police officer.

When he saw me coming in, he looked up at me, and his eyes seemed to be like parents watching a child who was coming home late. This was true. However, although I have been very grateful for his kindness for raising me for so many years, I have never been able to truly regard him as a father. You must know that when I was born as a baby eighteen years ago, his age was not much older than my death in my previous life.

He asked, "Where have you gone?"

"Bathhouse." I replied.

"But you didn't change your clothes."

"Forgot to bring the changed clothes."

"Is that true?" He looked at my hair carefully, wrinkled his nose and smelled it. It seemed that he had been washed. He nodded with a stern face, then lowered his head and continued to look at the documents.

I was about to return to the bedroom to re-check the pages that I had torn from unofficial history books and recorded knowledge of the blood sacrifice ceremony, but at this moment, the "working cell phone" in my pocket suddenly started to shake out inappropriately.

This caught his attention and he looked at me again.

"Working phone" is my secret. Although it's nothing to be seen alone, it will inevitably make him wonder when I had a new phone. I had to turn around, put my cane next to me, then use my left hand to take out the phone from my pocket, adjust the angle of my body throughout the process so that he won't see it, and then look down at the screen of the phone.

The caller indicated a string of phone numbers I saw not long ago, which was from Adam.

What is he going to do when he calls me at this time?

No matter what, you can't answer the phone here.

Unlike me, my son who has no psychic potential, Xu Shengxing is a psychic. As long as he has that meaning, he can easily eavesdrop on the content of my phone number from such a distance. Although he does not eavesdrop on my phone number with his personality, this is not a reason for me to take risks.

I had to hang up the phone first and then put away my phone.

"Why did you hang up?" he asked.

"This is a harassment call," I said.

"Didn't you answer?" He seemed to have been a policeman for a long time and developed the professional habit of breaking the casserole to ask the whole story. Perhaps he was not conscious, but the people who talked to him were easily hallucinated by being interrogated as prisoners.

I had to patiently explain that the current harassment calls will be marked by mobile phone users, and the marks can be seen by other mobile phone users. He also seemed to understand, then stood up, put the files in the file bag, and walked towards the entrance and said, "Then I'll go out first."

"Go out?" I asked, "Where are you going?"

"Public Security Bureau." He said sternly.

"There is still a job at this point?" I was a little confused. "Then what did you do when you came back just now?"

"Look at you," he said, "I can't worry about you alone, so I took the time to come back and take a look. Actually, I just came back. Since you have arrived home, I will go back to the bureau first."

"Didn't I say it, it doesn't matter if I'm alone?"

"I know, but if I hadn't been working in the bureau for a long time, I rarely cared about you and Xiaoji, and maybe you wouldn't have had that kind of accident." After he finished speaking, he closed his mouth and looked at my hands and feet silently, and his eyelids moved vaguely. The eyes seemed to be deliberately staring at the scorching sun in the summer, and even forcing himself not to squint his eyes.

Without waiting for my reply, he turned around and pushed the door out and left.

I walked to the window and watched him drive the car, drifting away.

Then he took out his "work cell phone" and called Adam's number.

Adam quickly answered, and his first words were: "Have you killed the sheepskin killer?"

"If you still set up a trap in your words next, you won't know anything from me," I said without hesitation.
Chapter completed!