Chapter 190: Have fallen

Screaming Well was collapsed by Kemeng, and no one knew what fear was better

than it, but Screaming Well could not feel a trace of fear from Kemeng.

This person seems to be born ruthless, with no emotions.

But it can't run anywhere, it has no feet, let Kemeng stalk it.

Ding Ding Ding.

The sound of the bell that gave it a sense of crisis was so disgusting, but

after listening to it too much, the well gradually adapted to the sense of

crisis brought by the bell.

There is an old saying in Jinlizhou, wolves come, and if they come too many,

it will be useless.

Well, there is no culture, all this knowledge is learned from those children.

Ding Ding Ding.

The bells continued to ring, and the sense of crisis escalated step by step,

slowly accumulating to the point of monitoring fear.

But the well is no longer afraid, this thing is purely a prop to play with it.

If it hadn't been too angry, it would have ignored this boring prop.

It was also at this time that the man with the scarf in front of him said

abruptly: "Ah, you are useless."

What is useless?

Screaming Well started to get angry again, and the anger in his heart couldn't

stop.

"what--"

The screaming voice was excreted and concentrated into Kemeng's ears.

Kemeng stood still in the center of the scream, as stable as Mount Tai.

+0.1, +0.1.

Brushing points has never been so stable.

It's a pity that the screaming well screamed for a minute, and then realized

that he was being tricked...This person is not afraid of screaming at all, and

no matter how he screams, it is nothing more than a beaming clown yelling in

his ears, screaming wells can't help but feel ashamed, and Decided not to call

again.

"Stop barking again?"

"It's drained..."

"Unfortunately, but you are much better than that radio, not bad." Kemun

patted the wall of the screaming well, very satisfied.

He checked his resistance value, the resistance value actually climbed to 280,

which shows how high it is.

Screaming Wells dare to be angry but dare not speak, hold back, just don't

scream.

Kemeng did not retreat, but sat down in the middle of the well, constantly

filling in the photos of the missing child that year and connecting with the

well.

Just now Kemeng saw a group of children in the well. Some of them were

children in the old archives, but some of them were strange faces.

This proves that Screaming Well not only persecuted 34 children, but also

persecuted children from other places.

Whether it caught these children by itself or was fed by someone? This

requires a question mark.

This was also the direction of Ming Lao's investigation 19 years ago.

Unfortunately, he did not have such strong synaesthetic ability and resistance

ability due to his limited ability.

Screaming Well didn't know what Kemeng was planning to do. He took out the

crystal scalpel, patted the scarf with his left hand, and photographed a

strange fruit.

After bite after bite, the man finished the fruit, closed his eyes and

continued to feel what it was like.

Damn it, completely treat it as nothing... The screaming well was extremely

annoyed, but the anger just came up and suppressed again.

It's useless, no matter how you call it, it just makes him stronger.

The perception of Screaming Well is very keen. After all, he has eaten a lot

of children and is full of spirituality. He can clearly perceive Kemun's

screaming gradually becoming stronger.

It was a very subtle change, very difficult to observe, but as long as the

truth was known, Screaming Well would lose the desire to fight Kemun.

This kind of person gets stronger as he fights, and only fools fight him.

After a few minutes, Kemon gradually caught a trace of feeling.

The human soul is there, and the well is here. The only factor that prevents

Kemon is the time factor.

It was nineteen years ago when the murder occurred, and even if the

investigator's synaesthetic ability was very strong, he had to become

desperate in the face of time.

But Kemeng did not give up hope, he reached out his hand and patted the scarf,

and ate another spiritual fruit.

It was undoubtedly the right decision to hand over the psychic fruit tree to

the Bureau of Investigation at first.

Now the resistance has come up, proving that he can resist whispers, and he

needs to take as much spirit fruit as he needs without Kemon himself to feed.

Ha ha ha ha, the spirit fruit is in my stomach, my spirituality has become

more acute, and I can sense more things.

Three, four, five, Kemeng eats more and more, until the eighth, the fruit is

finished.

If you want to eat more, get the fruit from the Bureau of Investigation.

However, the spiritual consciousness has improved too fast, and it is too

frightening to the world, just enough.

After continuing to synaesthesia for a while, Kemeng continued to see the

grayish picture.

It was a scene from the past, but not a scene from 19 years ago. Kemon

captured the concept of time and used his own experience to judge that it was

a scene from seven years ago.

Seven years ago, the Special Affairs Investigation Bureau had not been

established, and the blockade of the wells was only a manual intervention

blockade.

An old-fashioned man appeared by the well, carried a drowsy child in each arm,

threw it into the well, and then prayed and said words to the well.

The prayer of an old man is to pray to a certain ** with powerful power,

hoping that the other person can agree.

The well is not a god, but it agreed for the god, and through the power of the

voice, it trained him to keep him screaming.

If you scream too much, you can master the power of howling.

Kemeng looked at this old picture like a black-and-white movie, and had a

deeper feeling in his heart. This is not the first time an old man prays.

Uukanshu.com committed the crime for the thirtieth time, sending some children

to the well each time.

Sometimes he would bring a cart of children to offer sacrifices, but with the

artificial blockade by the Counterintelligence Bureau 19 years ago, the number

of children he carried decreased, and he would sneak in almost every other

year or only after many years.

Each time it comes, it is to further digest the knowledge of howling power.

The picture Kemon saw was the last time an old man appeared in front of the

well, grasping the power of the screaming sound.

Later, the Bureau of Investigation was established and the ground was enclosed

for storage. The well never saw the man who sacrificed the child.

Feeling that this is over, and being able to feel that the scene seven years

ago is already very powerful.

Confrontation with time is not so easy. The longer the timeline is, the more

blurred the information will be, and there will not be much effective

information that can be seen.

Kemeng climbed out of the well and saw Luo Yuan coming over, and asked

anxiously, "How is it?"

"It's gone, wait for me to find an expert to draw it." Kemeng nodded.

Walking out of the seal, Elder Ming walked in anxiously, Captain Biro was

still anxious, and when he saw Kemeng, he held his hand and asked hard about

the details.

Kemeng spoke provocatively, not talking about the faces of the children, and

trying not to touch the sad memories of the old man.

Ming Lao learned that there were really terrorists behind the case at that

time, feeling, relieved, excited, and outraged. The person also became more

energetic, and kept asking what the person looked like.

"I can't describe exactly what it looks like for a while, you wait for me to

find an expert to draw it."

"What kind of experts are you looking for, I can paint." Ming Lao said

excitedly.

Nineteen years ago, Ming Lao's unique skill was to describe the appearance of

suspected people through the description of the victim, and the similarity was

as high as 80 to 90%.