I bought the information about "The Whereabouts of the Sheepskin Killer" from Adam to use it as a living sacrifice, so it is not wrong to say that I wanted to kill the Sheepskin Killer. But I have never told Adam about his purpose. In other words, he just asked me "whether he killed the Sheepskin Killer" can be regarded as "using rhetoric to me with intelligence."

I don't think he did it on purpose. It's like I've been in the black area for a long time, and I'll unconsciously say tough words; Xu Shengxing has been a policeman for a long time, and unconsciously, I'll ask others like I'm interrogating a prisoner. As a businessman who trades information, Adam has this unconscious "professional habit", and I can also give some understanding.

But the question he followed made me confused: Why didn't he want me to kill the sheepskin killer?

The embarrassing thing is that I have killed everyone.

You can't ask me to spit out someone.

"Whatever the relationship between me and the sheepskin killer," I decided to test it first, "If I really killed the sheepskin killer, will it cause you any trouble?"

"I want to find a sheepskin killer and ask him something, which is very important to me," said Adam. "So, if your previous purchase of intelligence was to seek revenge from him, then I hope you can slow it down. If you insist on seeking revenge from him afterwards, or decide to do something else, then I am willing to use my credit as a guarantee and provide you with free intelligence support to a certain extent as a gift to your concession."

"What are you going to ask him?"

“Nothing to be told.”

I was not angry when I heard this. For the intelligence provider, there are so many things that there is nothing to say about without paying money like mites on a pillow. Then I said to him, "I'm sorry, you've called too late."

"What?" The first time he felt shocked in his usual cold tone, there was even a noise of something falling down on the other end of the phone. "Did I hear it wrong? I handed you the information about the place where the sheepskin killer might have appeared. It was around 7 o'clock in the evening, but you had found him before twelve o'clock and killed him?"

"If you call me before nine o'clock in the evening, you might even see him jumping around."

"This... is incredible. To be honest, who are you?"

“Nothing to be told.”

I returned this sentence to him. Although I was not angry just now, I am inexplicably relieved now.

"...Okay." His attitude when he said these two words was like accidentally hitting his head on the table and finally recovering. After a moment, he asked again, "There is nothing he can do if he can't ask him who is alive, so he can only ask him who is dead. Where did you throw the body of the sheepskin killer?"

He seemed to be a psychic medium, or knew a psychic medium, or wanted to obtain some information that could be extracted using forensic technology.

But I still couldn't meet his request.

"The body is gone."

"Did you use chemical solution to decompose his body or burn it to ashes? It doesn't matter, even if you give me the rest, don't tell me you've poured it into the river."

"No, I mean, nothing is gone. You can understand it as, he was eaten by the air."

The fact is that the sheepskin killer even his soul and body was thrown out of this universe by me, becoming a snack for the gods of different universes, but I had no intention of telling Adam all the facts.

Adam was silent for a long time, and it was probably difficult to believe what I said. After a while, he said again: "Please wait, I'll hang up the phone first."

Three minutes later, he called again.

"I have a client who wants to meet you. Do you have time tomorrow night?" After saying that, he added, "I will be there at that time."

I did not agree immediately, but said, "Tell me first, who is your client and what he saw me for."

"He is a person who is investigating a local mysterious organization. I don't know his true identity or the origin of that mysterious organization." He said. "Based on some stakes, I am also investigating that mysterious organization. Just half an hour ago, the client called me and told me that the owner of the illegal car repair shop who has neither significant psychic talent and has never had psychic training, suddenly became a psychic person on one day, which is likely to be related to the mysterious organization."

"Can I understand it as: that mysterious organization has the means to turn ordinary people into psychics, while the sheepskin killer is a psychic who awakens through abnormal channels?" I asked only the part I was interested in, and at the same time remembered the abnormality of the gift of the blood sacrifice ceremony.

"You can understand that." He affirmed.

Whether it is the means to turn ordinary people into psychics or the abnormality of the sheepskin killer as psychics, I cannot divert my sight, so I asked: "When and where exactly?"

He let out a sigh of relief and then reported the time and place.

I took out my daily phone, recorded it into the memo, then hung up the phone, turned around and took a look at the time.

This point is too late, but I can't rest now. I must first re-check the pages that record the knowledge of the blood sacrifice ceremony.

*

The next morning, I woke up from bed and immediately fumbled my body.

Right eye, right arm, left foot...all intact.

Yes, I really recovered my healthy body. The things that happened last night were neither dreaming nor inferior magic for one night.

A year ago, I could not imagine that just a normal vision and a healthy limb can make me so satisfied. Although the blood sacrifice ceremony did not make me a psychic, even the result now makes me feel rewarded.

However, the good times did not last long.

After a few hours, I finally confirmed that the blood sacrifice ceremony brought me not only the gift of repairing my disability, but also some sequelae on the level of consciousness.

From time to time, I still have the hallucination of "gestic failure", but when it comes to the strength of the symptoms, it is not as strong as when I was performing the ceremony last night. At best, when I was looking at the chopsticks, I couldn't immediately recognize it. When I picked up my underwear, I was confused about what this piece of cloth was used for.

Perhaps it is difficult to understand vividly what this is going on just by telling it this way. For example, people with poor English scores need to take a few seconds to remember the meaning of the word when they see a commonly used word. However, if they are a person with good English scores, as long as they see the commonly used word, the corresponding meaning will reflectively in their minds, with almost no intermediate links. In the past, I knew that it was a refrigerator, but now at some point, I only knew that it was a square large container. It took a moment to remember that it was a refrigerator.

This caused some trouble to my daily life. This morning, when I went to the vegetable market to purchase ingredients, I wanted the stall owner to cut the "poultry animal corpse" into pieces and sell it to me, but I didn't know how to express it for a while. Fortunately, the stall owner was understanding and saw that I pointed at me, so he asked me if I wanted to buy it, and then asked if I needed to cut it.

Later, I used this method to buy some "yellow plant rhizomes", "dark brown umbrella-shaped ingredients", and "white flower-shaped ingredients". When I walked out of the vegetable market, I finally remembered that they were old hens, ginger, mushrooms, and white fungus.

Although this symptom does not occur frequently, as soon as it appears, it makes people feel like they are stuck in their throats. It seems that they are obviously planning to do something, but they are distracted and suddenly forget what they want to do. They want to remember it, but they can't. Maybe even if I put an egg beef burger in front of me, I have to spend two or three hundred words in a circle to describe what it is. People who hear me may not understand it, and they have to blame me on the other hand: Isn't it just a burger? Why are you so scary?

I can only choose to adapt to this sequelae first, hoping that this is only a temporary symptom that will fade over time.

Okay, the end of the gossip. The sequelae mentioned above are ultimately just a small episode that makes people laugh and cry. Although it sounds like it has had a bad impact on me, it is not bad enough to make me lose my judgment at a critical moment.

The following is the real point:

Before going to bed last night, I checked the pages again and found that the knowledge recorded on it, compared with the knowledge in my memory, was not considered complete knowledge of the blood sacrifice ritual, and it seemed incomplete and incomplete.

In other words, I thought I had obtained a "science of magical skills" with a length of 100,000 words, and according to the secret book, I successfully "cultivated" into a strong "skill". But when I picked up the "science of magical skills" again and reviewed, I found that this was not a "science of magical skills" at all, and there was no 100,000 words in length. At best, it was a "martial arts novel" with only two or three thousand words.

But this is obviously contrary to the facts. Since the ritual knowledge on the pages is incomplete and pieced together, why do I remember that I have obtained complete ritual knowledge from it, and even arranged a blood sacrifice ceremony with real effect according to the ritual knowledge?

This is really ridiculous!

This feeling is simply that when I was reading these contents before, the neural block in my mind that was mainly responsible for "association" was suddenly hijacked by some weird thing.

Then, it was as if when I saw "fire red", I would automatically associate "warm", "flame", "pepper", "sunset" and other things. While reading these scattered contents, I gradually associated them with complete ritual knowledge through association.

In the end, from beginning to end, without any awareness, he regarded it as what he saw from the book.

What's even more ridiculous is that these contents are not only real, but also have a strange effect of poisoning my consciousness, which makes me skip the verification of authenticity and security, and directly take the psychic to sacrifice Hasta blood to the Hasta, which almost caused me to fall into madness, and even dragged into the abstract universe!

Suddenly, I recalled that I had tried to explore taboo knowledge in order to pursue spiritual energy. Although in the end, I could not find anything, my ex-partner still solemnly advised me: If general knowledge is beneficial and humans must actively spend time and energy to chase, then taboo knowledge is harmful and will not wait for you to chase him, but will actively chase you and eventually drag you into a situation where life is worse than death.

Now I have to admit that he is right.

*

At 4:10 p.m., I called Xu Shengxing as usual and asked him if he would go home for supper.

"I'm sorry, I can't get tired recently, maybe I'm going to sleep in the bureau." He said, "Are you okay with yourself?"

"No problem." I said.

"I should be able to go home on time after a while," he promised.

"I'm so busy recently. Are you investigating the case of that sheepskin killer? I saw it on the homepage of the Public Security Bureau. It seems to be a vicious criminal." I tried to inquire.

"That case was investigated by other groups, and what I'm investigating is something else."

"Something else?"

"Well... stop asking, it's my job." He shut up, and it's hard for me to ask again, as long as he knows that he won't go home for dinner.

Thinking that I would meet Adam later, I decided to do the preparations first, and called the drone to find him to buy information related to Adam.

The drone hissed like a toothache, "I want me to sell my fellow travelers' information..."

"Is it inconvenient? Then you don't have to give it."

"No! Don't be angry!"

"I'm not angry."

"You're angry!"

"I'm not angry."

"But you are just an angry tone!" he shouted.

But I was not angry, but when I talk to people in the black area, I always pay attention to my tone and make sure not to make myself seem emotionally ups and downs, so as not to expose the fact that I am actually very likely to be afraid.

Then, I asked him about the news about what Adam called the "mysterious organization".

I have never heard of this number of organizations. He said that.

Although it is a pity, it is not surprising that in such a huge Beaver City, there are blind spots like him that intelligence agents cannot grasp. But just in case, I will keep a little care.

Soon, the drone sorted out Adam's information and sent it to my email address. After I paid, I read the information and when I had any questions, I called him.

At about half past six, I went out to the park two and a half kilometers away from home, and finished disguising work here. This time, there was no need to wear colored contact lenses, nor did I take a black metal cane. I carried this cane with me when I was not a disabled person. It looked like I wanted to play a classical gentleman, which made me feel a little embarrassed.

Then I went to the meeting place designated by Adam, at the entrance of a low-popular fast food restaurant.

Not long after arriving at the place, Adam called me.

"Have you arrived?"

"It's here." I said.

“I’m in the store.”
Chapter completed!