Chapter 135: Mr. Ke secretly observes

As soon as Kemon arrived, he went to Synesthesia's familiar targets.

The first is the two player believers. Kemeng saw the bodies of the two

players in a daze in the land of the Dryad, their eyes blank.

The tree spirits did not bind the two players, because the tree spirits felt

the same kind of breath from the two players—the same beliefs.

Because of the same beliefs, everyone can live together peacefully and work

together to revive Cthulhu's great cause.

"Like Chocolate" and "Yimeng Haitian" have been landing for a while, my mind

is dizzy, and there is some inexplicable impulse in my heart, wanting to wake

up that great existence.

In the chat channel, text came out line by line, and the commander kept asking

about their physical conditions.

The two players said that their lives were not in danger, and they even got

along with the tree spirits.

But the kobolds are not easy to get along with, the things they confiscated

become theirs and will never be returned.

The monsters of both races did not continue to embarrass them and were free to

leave.

Then the two really left, feeling like a survivor.

When the people in the research institute learned that they had escaped

safely, they were relieved and hurriedly sent someone to pick up their game

characters.

"It's okay," the conductor said nervously.

"It's okay, we're okay." Yimeng Haitian shook his head, "It's just a little

sleepy. I'll quit the game and take a rest."

"Go ahead, don't delay your break."

Then both players went offline and returned to reality.

Clement felt this, and lost the picture.

It stands to reason that Kemeng can still feel that the Orange Star is local,

after all, it is a believer given by Him himself.

As long as there is enough time, there is no problem.

So, do you want synesthesia?

Kemeng thought for a while. After watching the dream world for so long, he

didn't see any new tricks for the time being, so it's better to see what the

local orange star looks like.

Kemon has always been perceiving their thoughts through the emotions of

players, knowing that they are from Orange Star, and knowing that those weird

non-human characters come from virtual games, but Kemon really doesn't know

what Orange Star looks like.

Kemeng closed his eyes and tried to capture the distant connection.

The Cthulhu directly perceives his own believers, and even if the distance

between the two is farther in space, the fuzzy feeling will gradually become

clear.

For this sense of clarity, Kemeng spent ten minutes.

When Kemon saw the synaesthetic images of the two players again, he saw the

white walls, and some exquisite and compact furniture placed in the room, and

each item was full of artistic beauty.

Through synaesthesia, Kemon could vaguely feel the emotions of the two, unable

to go out, and was kept indoors for isolation work.

If there is no nightmare disease, which is a terrible and strange disease

spread by language, the two may not need to be isolated.

But no if, Orange Star officials are currently doing isolation work.

Anyone who comes into contact with the weird existence in the game must be

isolated in the room and not allowed to participate in social activities.

Kemeng could feel the depressed emotions emanating from them. After being

separated from social networking and unable to go out for a walk, it really

felt like the whole world was isolating them.

The two walked to the edge of the window sill at the same time. There was no

place to jump from the building. The windows were all sealed. Only the

building's own air survey system kept sending fresh air in and exhausting

exhaust gas.

Outside the windows, there are huge tall buildings with silver-gray exteriors

and colorful lights reflecting on the mirrors.

The city is like a square grid, the layout is neat and rigorous, and there are

no messy routes. At a glance, the traffic routes of the entire city are clear

at a glance.

Occasionally, some small electric propelled spacecraft flew slowly in the air,

shuttled through the gaps of high-rise buildings, and jetted blue gloomy light

from the tail.

Looking up at the sky again, the night is as pure as washing, and you can see

the stars.

Among them is a big shiny light spot hanging in the sky, fixed for a period of

time, and occasionally slightly moving.

Through the emotions of the two of them, Kemon vaguely knew that the big

bright spot was the nuclear fusion spacecraft of the Orange Star, and that it

was the tail light emitted by it while flying in space.

What a powerful era, Kemeng admired in his heart.

Blue Star has not yet developed to that point. The technological difference

between the two planets is really too far apart.

The two players watched for a while, and two psychiatrists came, ready to

understand their inner world in depth and make a psychological assessment.

Kemon observed all this in secret.

Orange star.

As soon as the psychiatrist entered the room, it felt a bit cold.

"Turn the temperature up by two degrees, don't use so cold air." Psychologist

Xiaodong said.

"Oh." Meng Haitian turned on the watch and turned the indoor air conditioner

up by two degrees.

Afterwards, the two had a one-on-one long talk. Meng Haitian has had such a

psychological dialogue many times, and has long been used to it.

But today is different. Meng Haitian has an inexplicable urge to bring this

psychiatrist into a teacher, and believe in a great existence.

He clearly didn't have this kind of belief before, and now he deeply believes

in the existence of Cthulhu.

However, he knows that the country currently respects evil gods, and he has to

pack himself carefully, not to make others feel crazy.

When Meng Haitian was thinking about it, he fell asleep without knowing it.

The psychiatrist saw that the other party was asleep, and began to inquire

about some personal hobbies and his views on the evil god.

These questions are simple small questions, not very difficult, the focus is

mainly on subjective expression.

If Meng Haitian showed an unusual answer this time, there might be a problem.

"Cthulhu...is an evil existence...is a bad existence that endangers Orange

Star...resolutely resist..." Meng Haitian replied blankly with his eyes

closed.

The psychiatrist turned on the recording button, she didn't need to record

these words, just look through the recording files afterwards.

Hearing the answer from the other party, there seems to be no problem, but the

answer this time seems to be different from the last time.

But subjectively, he hates the evil god, unlike Liu Siting, who worships the

evil ** subconsciously.

After asking the questions to ask ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the psychologist snapped

his fingers and ended the hypnotic ceremony.

Meng Haitian opened his eyes suddenly, with some bloodshot eyes, as if he had

just experienced a terrible thing.

The psychiatrist looked at the red blood streaks remaining in his eyes, and

suddenly a feeling of disgust developed in his heart, but the disgust came and

went fast, and disappeared in an instant.

"You have been under pressure recently, so take a good rest."

"Oh, oh." Meng Haitian felt his mind dizzy. It seemed that there was some will

dominating him just now, but he couldn't remember it at all.

The psychiatrist Xiaodong slowly withdrew from the room, turned around to look

at Meng Haitian in the room, and was surprised by the sudden disgust.

Buzzing, the silver electric isolation door slowly pushed past, isolating the

sound inside.

In another room on the same road, the doctor who conducted psychological

interviews with the female assassin player also walked out, with a little

confusion on her face, but after seeing her colleague Xiaodong come out, her

face returned to a normal smile.