Chapter 438

KMON went back to have a rest. Before the rest, he reflected on the feeling of the shadow spear passing through his palm.

It was a kind of deep pain. It was so terrible that even the shadow catcher could not completely restrain each other.

At this point, kemon finally saw the ceiling of the shadow catcher. The shadow spear was something that he could not grasp.

At the same time, look at the palm of your hand. Touch the palm of my hand, but it's ok if I don't touch it. I feel the burning pain.

Kemon went to sleep. While the feeling was still fresh, he wanted to feel where the shadow stream masters were in his dream.

Even if it is detected by the other party, it doesn't matter if the evil god is outside the blue star and is not afraid to be peeped at by the opposite party, provided that the other party has the ability to peep in the opposite direction.

Shadow stream behind the scenes may have the ability to peer backward, but the other side did not do that, it is estimated that they are afraid of death.

After a while, kemon fell asleep.

In the dream, lalaier is silent and dead.

Kemon ignored the huge city in the sea, closed his eyes, recalled the scene of the black and red spear falling from the sky through the clouds, and recalled the feeling of the shadow catcher grasping the huge spear.

Kemon was deeply impressed by the pain, and personal contact also strengthened this connection, making the barrier of synaesthesia tend to be free.

There was a buzz, as if I heard such a sound.

Kemon vaguely saw the appearance of a blue star planet, and then flashed away, feeling the landscape inside the blue star.

It was a black and red spear, full of clouds.

Its noumenon is not a substance, but a spear formed by a cloud of smoke and inserted into a pile of bones.

There was a mess of mud in the corpse heap. No, it was not so much mud as thick shadow.

The shadow, like the earth, stretches out round tentacles in all directions and twists with irregular frequency. The air contains infinite death and madness.

Normal people who stay here are bound to go crazy.

Kemon looked around, and his field of vision was narrow. After all, it was under the control of the blue star, so he could not observe it in depth. However deep it was, it would be blocked by the blue star.

"What a thick shadow." Ke Meng could not help but make complaints about his mind.

On the ground, there were piles of corpses, and the dark shadows were like thick swamp liquid.

The "liquid" swam on its own, stretching out its tentacles from time to time, like a person poking out the air to breathe.

Kermon glared and felt.

The tentacles that stretched out one by one gave him a feeling of "human".

They're breathing air, and they have a lot of desire to survive.

When they twist their tentacles, they are calling for people from afar, cursing everything, and ambiguously hoping that someone can save them from the quagmire.

The spear is inserted in the middle of the corpse heap, like a magic weapon guarding the fierce place, suppressing the absurd, evil and hateful things here.

"What the hell is this?" Kemon didn't get used to it and felt his scalp numb.

Did not expect such things in the blue star some unknown place to survive, but also by the blue star protection.

Kemon looked at it for a while, but he didn't find the so-called group leader. It was absurd and evil, and it was not a place for normal people to stay.

However, such synaesthesia failed because the connection was not deep enough and the direction of synaesthesia was not clear enough.

Change the target and look at the shadow stream in the dark.

The big man seems to be talking to someone again. It ends the conversation at the moment of kemon's peeping.

Kemon is keen to capture the breath of the blue star. The big man behind the shadow stream is actually plotting an unknown plan with a member of the blue star.

When kemon's heart sank, the shadow stream organization must be plotting something to stop them.

If you don't stop it, something will happen.

However, kemon can't interfere with them. Invading dreams requires the other party to dream. If they don't dream, they can't invade. They can only peep in.

There was no way to restrict them. He could only feel the spear again and remember the scenery of the area secretly.

When you wake up, no matter whether you can find it or not, first draw the scene, and let the network god beast slowly identify the similar ground type through the satellite topographic map.

KMON secretly remembered the terrain nearby.

At this time, in the shadow mire in the corpse pile, a tentacle surged up, suddenly changed a face, the mouth opened very big, issued a strange hoarse voice: "help me!"

Kemon's heart was calm and calm. It was crazy nonsense, but it was easily offset by evil spirits.

No, it doesn't even break the defense, so it's not offset.

However, kemon was curious about it. Since something had uttered a babble to kemon, it must have been aware of the evil spirits peeping at it secretly, otherwise it would not have reacted to kemon.

"This face..." Clement didn't know each other, but his heart moved. He could write down this face.

Remember this face, and then wake up in reality, immediately draw a sketch portrait, upload it to the network, let the network beast search the whereabouts of this person in a global range."Help me!" Another shadow of the tentacle emerged from the mud of the corpse and turned into a face without eyes.

These faces have only five senses, no hair and so on, but they are enough.

Under the background of artificial intelligence, face recognition technology has made good development. With the ability of network god beast, it can carry out big data search, and the speed is several times or even more than ten times faster than that of top stream artificial intelligence company.

Kemon was pleased. It was a big clue.

One more face data is a clue.

"Help me --" another face appeared and yelled.

They're coming out. They're calling for help.

These voices are poisonous confused murmurs, which can easily change the mentality of ordinary people and fall into the abyss. However, as an evil god, kemon is completely unmoved.

With the cry of three faces, the mud of the corpse has come to life. All the tentacles are stretching out with exaggeration. They try their best to reach out. They change their faces and ask for help from kemon.

KMON, with his mind fully open, recorded the features and appearance of each of them.

"These are the victims. The shadow stream has killed too many people." Kemon lamented.

The special ability of shadow stream members, who are replaced by their bodies, is doomed to be unable to live with people normally and can only become the opposite of human beings.

Kemon memorized hundreds of faces. His brain was not swollen. He remembered them one by one, and then he woke up voluntarily.

Suddenly, kemon forced himself to wake up by looking at himself.

Kemon wakes up in a small house in a special field, and immediately draws with his pen.

But after drawing one, KMON felt that the efficiency was too slow.

The number of victims in that quagmire is more than hundreds, even thousands!

After a short time lying down, kemon returned to the Bureau of investigation in the early morning, looking for a quick drawing tool. He wanted to draw the face in his mind at once.

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