[Don’t use common sense to try to understand them]
[We have heard this sentence countless times, and each of us also knows that weirdness is mysterious, unpredictable, unpredictable, and bizarre. But... let us be honest, we all know it - ourselves
It is still inevitable to be deceived by the brain at some point. For example, when we see deep divers, we will think that they come from the deep sea because of their appearance, gills, fins, and webbed feet. But in fact, we all know that most of us
All the deep divers I have seen were once humans]
[So you not only have to deal with weirdness, but also our own brains]
[This is what I want to say, don’t let your thoughts control your behavior, be more cautious and bold]
[I am Will Ken, the former legendary agent slayer. In half a minute, it is the turn of another former legendary agent guy. He is a very funny old man. He will be in "The Evil Observer"
I’ll tell you about the evil spirits, be careful not to be frightened, I’m done *insert soothing music*]
"As unreasonable as the alley ghost we encountered in Himfast?" Anna substituted into the words of the legendary agent Will Ken.
"almost."
Therefore, ordinary people have almost no hope of surviving when encountering evil spirits.
The noisy soothing music from the inferior radio lasted for a while and then began to fade away.
A distinctive old voice came from the radio.
[I am Ron Swift, former legendary agent Exorcist, current member of the Alliance Rescue Team, and occasional part-time bar gigolo]
As Will Ken said, this is a very mean old man.
The time was just 6:43, and the previous narrator left him plenty of time. Ron Swift told a few jokes wittyly, and finally got to the main topic of the day.
[The staff on the side have winked at me for the 23rd time *laughter*, they look very anxious, okay, I will tell you the information about an evil spirit. 】
[It's called the Shadow of the Thread, and some people call it the Manipulation Claw. If you are pulled into its ritual, you will hear a hoarse and low voice ringing in your mind, just like me *imitating sound*'
I am the shadow of the thread, and I will eat your brain~']
[When you enter the ceremony, usually the voice in your head will arrange your identity and what to do next. What you have to do is to do things that match your identity]
[Just like the name we gave it, it is like a drama or a novel. You are the character in the story. You have to make sure that the story continues and does not make the possible 'audience' feel abrupt.
.If you do something unexpected, the shadow of the thread will warn you: there will be several twisted and skinny claws like the broken arms of an old man who has lived for hundreds of years appearing from the void above your head, grabbing at you.
you--】
[Before it is fully lowered, you still have the opportunity to correct your mistakes, and then it will forgive you for your mistakes like a generous audience. A friendly reminder, the more abrupt you are, the faster the claws will appear until
If you make an irreparable mistake, it will kill you in an instant, leaving you with no time to react.]
[If you unfortunately encounter the shadow of the thread, I have good news for you *pause*]
[The survival rate of its ritual is very high, about 3.4%, which is very rare among evil spirits that attack humans. Even ordinary people who know nothing about weirdness may end the ritual alive. At the same time,
Its rituals can also bring the highest sense of happiness]
[You heard it right, I did use the word happiness]
[The Shadow of the Thread is one of the rare evil spirits that will not make those who enter the ritual collapse from fear. Although its script and its story may be weird and unspeakable, they are usually not scary.]
[So if you encounter the shadow of the thread, you can say that you get good news and bad news at the same time: the bad news is that you are in the ritual of the evil spirit. The good news is that this evil spirit is the shadow of the thread]
[I’ve finished speaking. If you want to express your gratitude for the information I imparted, come to the Whistle Bar in Contetu City, the Kingdom of the Stars, to watch my dance *insert soothing music*]
At 7:03, the continuous music stopped suddenly, leaving only a messy rustling background sound on the radio.
The station ends "on time".
Anna left the sofa, turned off the radio, and looked back at Lu Li, who was leaning on the sofa: "Are you sleepy?"
"There are some."
"sleep!"
Anna can't wait to go to the cliff tomorrow morning to decorate their new home.
Lu Li went into the kitchen to wash up, then went back to the sofa and lay down, covering himself with a blanket.
"Good night."
Lu Li closed his eyes amid Anna's soft greeting.
I don't know how much time had passed before he suddenly felt an oppressive feeling that made it hard for him to breathe, carrying an uncomfortable and dark malice.
Lu Li opened his eyes on the sofa.
The flames in the two oil lamps on the desk and dining table were extremely weak, so dark that they seemed to be extinguished at any time. In the limited light, everything in the detective agency was covered with a strange mist like a gauze.
In the darkness, Lu Li saw that the sculpture was no longer in its original position. It was retracted into the corner, facing the corner.
Lu Li saw Anna. She was floating in front of the sofa with her toes hanging slightly to protect Lu Li. She was like a cat with fried fur, her twisted and solid shadow spread on the floor, and her scarlet eyes stared coldly out of the window.
The cold aura around her was completely released, but it did not affect Lu Li who was very close at hand.
"what happened."
Lu Li asked her, touching the holster under the pillow with his palm.
The curtains blocked him from seeing anything outside the window.
The coldness on Anna's cheeks dissipated a little, and she whispered: "Things that appeared when we first met in the gallery."
Lu Li thought of the fog he first encountered when he was at Mrs. An Lei Art Gallery, the fog that emerged from the depths of the sea and filled the city.
The current situation is exactly the same as before.
Lu Li did not sit up, but kept his palms under the pillow while observing the curtains that had not been blown.
Lu Li had no intention of opening the curtains and peeking out the window to see what was going on outside.
He could sense that there was something deeply unsettling in the fog on the street.
The sudden stop of screams and strange footsteps came from nowhere.
This darkness and mist lasted for several minutes, and the mist in the room gradually began to dissipate. The light of the oil lamp returned to normal.
The sense of oppression and uneasiness disappeared.
"When did it happen?" Lu Li took out his palm.
"Not long before you woke up, I didn't have time to call you." Anna's breath converged, and the last trace of scarlet in her eyes faded, Anna shook her head gently. "What is that...?"
"Strange Fog."
It probably won't come again, at least not tonight.
Anna nodded, with some uneasiness, watching Lu Li close his eyes again and his breathing gradually became steady.