The geologists' inference makes sense. The people they saw during the day seemed to be different from the two people who were manipulated.
Thinking about it carefully, the two people during the day seemed to be more flexible and did not seem to be being manipulated, otherwise he would have been able to detect that something was wrong at that time.
In this way, there seem to be more puzzles in the village.
"Is there a way to break free of these people's mind control?"
The geologist looked at the gray-blue light flashing in the brains of the two men.
It was like a big, disgusting insect that was crawling in their minds, controlling all the nerves in their bodies in a weird way, manipulating the villagers like a cat.
He didn't know if it was because he was too sensitive, but he could even see the gray-blue light stretching out slender tentacles one after another, connected to the white brain, mixed with dots of bright red.
, giving people an extremely twisted and disgusting feeling.
The geologist couldn't help but retract his gaze. This strangeness still made him a little uncomfortable. He looked at Wilson with hopeful eyes.
Wilson's tone was hesitant, but his movements were not slow at all. He stretched out a finger, and a bright and gentle light emerged from the tip of his finger.
The geologist also wears alien gold-rimmed glasses, and the blue light screen flashing on the glass looks particularly high-tech.
With the vision provided by Zhuomu, he can see a more real world.
…………
"Zhuom, what do you think about this? What happened to those people during the day?"
This looks familiar.
The houses and trees on the roadside were like monsters with teeth and claws, staring at the two expedition members wandering at night.
The house in this building is very distinctive. It is different from the mud houses built by local people around it. It is a semi-burrow-type structure, with a simple house similar to a basin built on it, and then built with mud.
Half of it was hollowed out at the bottom, and it was a dark cave that led to no one knows where.
Geologists can clearly see through Drom's glasses that the gray-blue light is twitching like an electric shock as if it has been hit by some kind of nemesis.
"Mimicry?"
"This is……"
Some simple drawings depict a strange monster with wings, while others depict some kind of creature with horns...
Wilson asked aloud about his system.
He gently lit this ball of light on the head of the owner of the house.
But he won't be able to remember what it was for a while.
"The so-called miracle should be placed there..."
Geologist William fell into memories.
Without breaking his forehead or damaging his brain, Wilson had no way to expel the gray-blue light entrenched in his brain.
"Go and take a look at the temple they built."
This peculiar architectural style reveals an ancient and barbaric atmosphere, as if returning from modern society to the primitive Stone Age.
"Oh, it would be great if there was the light of Senior Gauss." Wilson couldn't help but sigh again.
[No energy fluctuations were detected during the day, ruling out the possibility of phantoms. It should be based on its own ability. 】
"Painting on the floor?" Wilson raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.
The geologist followed obediently without interrupting.
After all, this was beyond his ability to understand.
Obviously, this attempt failed.
"Many cosmic beings have the ability to mimic." Wilson explained smoothly, without feeling much surprise. After all, in the information age a hundred years later, there will be all kinds of monsters and monsters, so this is not that strange.
stuff.
On the other hand, William, who had been silent all this time, spoke with some surprise.
However, these glasses are still the subsystems split from Drom, and the main body is still with Wilson.
The world shrouded in night revealed an ominous atmosphere.
"They should all be controlled by some kind of mental power. If the culprit is solved, there should be no problem." Wilson came to the conclusion after careful observation.
"What should we do?" The geologist looked at it with some sadness, feeling limited and powerless again.
On the ground in front of this "temple", there are also several abstract-style floor paintings.
Judging from the appearance, it is obviously a newly built house. Some building materials are still piled next to it. It is not completely built and the top has not been sealed.
Wilson stared at the painting on the ground, and a certain part of his memory seemed to be touched and ready to come out.
Wilson nodded.
"But Zhuomu, do you have any basis for this?"
"I was still a student at that time, and I went on an inspection with my tutor and the school's scientific expedition team. The paintings on the ground connected with the local terrain, as if they were formed naturally. The local residents did not know the origin of the paintings on the ground.
Those paintings are worshiped as gods, and priestly ceremonies are held every festival."
The small tentacles that escaped outside immediately curled back as if they were set on fire, but those hovering deep in the brain were still waving tenaciously.
"Well, I'm not sure. But I think I should give it a try."
Maybe this magical cub of alien gods has some good ideas.
"That makes sense."
The geologist also heard these words and looked slightly stunned.
The geologist looked at the simple drawing on the ground with some surprise, "I remember finding similar paintings near the Andes Mountains in South America. It is said to be a relic left over from ancient times."
Soon they came to the temple on the other side of the village.
[There is a high probability that it is a simulated appearance based on the artificial prototype being controlled.]
Senior Tiga's cell restoration beam seems to be of little use to those in the spiritual realm. Although Old Man Jia has healing rays, the types are still not complete and cannot compare to the kind Master Gao.
The shape is outlined with simple lines, just like a child's graffiti. It is obviously a simple style, but it reveals a weird feeling. The dotted eyes are like the finishing touches, long and long.
Lying on the ground, watching the uninvited guests who came to visit at night.
"But the paintings on the ground there are much bigger than the ones here. They are as big as half a mountain, and there are three more..."
"My instructor wanted to pry open one or two rocks for inspection. Maybe the tools at the time were not very good and could not pry those rocks. In the end, he only took some photos for documentation and took some local soil samples."