Moreover, most of them do not have extraordinary powers!
The weapons they mainly rely on are firearms and some psychotropic drugs.
Their tenacious spirit, strong body, and cautious thinking are what they rely on to face cultists, various degenerate organizations, and indescribable horrors!
When an investigator of the Secret Keeper joins the job, the three things that need to be tested are physical fitness, mental strength, and inspiration.
Physical fitness is the simplest and can be done in the hospital.
What is being tested now is spirit and inspiration.
The higher the spirit, the stronger the investigator's endurance.
The higher the inspiration, the easier it is to perceive some hidden existences, hear sounds that others cannot hear, and see things that others cannot see.
For an investigator, the higher the spirit, the better, but inspiration may not.
"After all, he is a writer... I have read a report. It is said that artists and other people who tend to think more perceptually have higher inspiration values. This is why the Fallen Star Order kidnaps artists and uses them to listen and analyze some mysteries.
s reason."
Next to Love, a middle-aged researcher with blond hair and a white coat chuckled: "The next step...it depends on how long he can hold on."
In addition to the researcher and Love, there were many people standing in the observation room, all grading seriously.
'This kind of review is a bit primitive... I'd better pretend to do it.'
Thinking of this, Fang Xian started to do the questions while secretly hiding his mental strength.
He doesn't know what the standard is.
But hiding half of it should still be feasible.
Therefore, when he was halfway through the problem, he showed an obviously uncomfortable expression, stood up and slapped the door.
The door soon opened, and Love rushed in, taking him to the outside and starting to rest.
And told him that it would take some time to wait for the specific review results.
After Fang Xian 'recovered', the two came to the laboratory together.
Through the glass, Fang Xian saw two works placed in the laboratory.
One is a three-line poem of his own.
There is also an oil painting by Simpson.
Now it seems that this abstract painting can only be regarded as average. The color is too bright, the lines are too distorted, and it lacks the impact it had before.
"According to the investigation, Simpson used your poem to make everyone present lose the ability to resist... This is a supernatural power."
Love said: "The laboratory selected another person to recite the three lines of poetry in various tones, but no problem was found. Later, another controlled experiment was conducted. Together with this oil painting, there was a little change, but only one.
...According to what the researcher said, it is the 'bullet' on the oil painting and has been consumed."
"So... reciting poems and painting can recreate the scene of that day and make the people around you lose the ability to resist?" Fang Xian nodded: "Unfortunately... Simpson has been beaten to death by you. The Falling Star Order has gained something.
What?"
"There are only a few documents, and there is no breakthrough in the interrogation of those caught alive..." Love shrugged: "But, I feel that oil paintings are not the key, your poems are the key, your poems are guns,
And oil painting only provides bullets, understand? We all have bullets, and that is our spiritual power!"
"So... poems are firearms that can transform our originally harmless mental power into bullets and fire them out? Interesting theory!"
Fang Xian nodded, amazed by the investigator's sensitivity.
In his opinion, this is also the truth.
"But we can't find that channel... In the process of converting mental power into bullets, there is still a step missing, perhaps a mental frequency... That Simpson mastered this technology and used oil paintings to transform his own spirit into bullets.
, it’s a pity that he died..."
Love shrugged.
"You were the one who shot him to death, right?"
Fang Xian rolled his eyes.
"I'm just an ordinary person. When faced with a cultist who can exert various supernatural powers, naturally it's safest to kill him... As for the investigation, we can talk about it later."
Love said with some vicissitudes of life: "When you become an official investigator, you will understand that this is a wise saying."
"Okay, what do you need me to do?"
Fang Xian asked.
"Go in, pick up Psalms, and see the difference..."
Love discussed with several researchers next to him: "You may be able to stimulate that power... This is also a test for you."
"OK."
Fang Xian walked into the laboratory and picked up his original poem without looking at the oil painting.
"I have experienced rebirth and death, but I can't reach the other side..."
"Death chases the shadows, and without youth, it will wither away..."
"This psalm will last forever and grant you immortality..."
Although it was written by 'him', when I looked at these words, I actually felt very confused: 'This...somewhat seems like a message from my true spirit...I feel that it is right with me...it's Roka
The inspiration at that time captured my true spirit and was affected to a certain extent?'
'However, at that time, I had entered the period of annihilation and lost my power...but this poem still has power!'
'So... at that time, he also sensed other existences and other sources of power, injecting new extraordinary power into this poem?'
'The water in this world is a bit deep...could there be a true god? Maybe...there is more than one?'
"Did you find anything?"
From the radio, Love's voice came.
"It feels okay, but I don't know why you made the laboratory into this structure?"
Fang Xian looked at the laboratory and found that it was somewhat similar to the interrogation room. All its "corners" were also blocked by cement. In short, they just didn't want to have a sharp angle style.
"There is a certain reason for our architectural style to be like this. Anyway, you have almost passed the review. I can tell you... Some supernatural powers can use the mystery of angles to open teleportation doors and achieve tricks such as teleportation...
… Our buildings are designed this way to prevent this kind of situation.”
Love explained.
"Angle... teleportation? Interesting!"
A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xian's mouth and he began to admire the oil painting.
"I must solemnly warn you again that any supernatural power is not free. Most of them tend to be dark and require sacrifices and prices... The reduction of one's own spirit and the loss of sanity are only the slightest cases..."
Love reminded.
But at this time, Fang Xian couldn't bear to listen anymore.
He looked at the oil painting, thinking about the angle and transmission, and a black mist seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
The black mist was rolling and squirming, as if something was about to break through.