The investigators were all humans!
Most of them did not possess supernatural powers!
They mainly relied on firearms and some psychotropic drugs.
Tenacious spirit, strong physique, and cautious mind were what they relied on to face the cultists, various depraved organizations, and indescribable horrors!
When the investigator of the Secret Keeper was hired, they had to test their physique, spirit, and spiritual perception.
Physique was the easiest, and it had been tested in the hospital.
Now, the test was for spirit and spiritual perception.
The higher the spirit, the stronger the investigator's endurance.
The higher the spiritual perception, the easier it was for the investigator to sense some hidden existences, hear sounds that others could not hear, and see things that others could not see.
For an investigator, the higher the spirit, the better, but not the spiritual perception.
"He's an author after all … I've read a report saying that people like artists who tend to think emotionally tend to have higher spiritual perception. That's why the Fallen Star Church kidnapped artists and used them to listen to and decipher certain mysteries."
Beside Lov, a middle-aged researcher with blond hair and a white coat chuckled. "Now … let's see how long he can last."
Apart from the researcher and Lov, there were quite a number of people in the observation room, all of whom were grading with serious expressions.
'This kind of evaluation is a bit primitive … I'd better disguise myself.'
With that in mind, Fang Xian started to do the questions while secretly hiding his spirit.
He did not know what the standard was.
But it should be possible to hide half of it.
Therefore, halfway through the questions, he put on an obvious uncomfortable expression and got up to knock on the door.
The door opened quickly. Lov rushed in and brought him outside to rest.
He told Chen Zhao that the evaluation results would have to wait for a while.
When Fang Xian 'recovered', the two of them went to the lab together.
Through the glass, Fang Xian saw that in the laboratory, there were two works.
One was a three-line poem written by himself.
The other was Simpson's oil painting.
Now, the abstract painting was only average. It was just that the colors were too bright and the lines were too distorted. It did not have the same impact as before.
"According to the investigation, Simpson used your poem to make everyone present lose the ability to resist … This is supernatural power."
Lov said, "The laboratory had someone else recite the poem in different accents, but they didn't find anything wrong. Later, they did another control experiment, which produced a slight change with the oil painting, but only one thing … According to the researcher, the 'bullets' on the oil painting had been used up."
"So … reciting a poem and painting can recreate the scene of that day, making the people around lose their ability to resist?" Fang Xian nodded. "Unfortunately … you killed Simpson. Did the Fallen Star Church find anything?"
"There are only a few documents, and the interrogations of the captured witnesses did not yield any breakthrough …" Lov shrugged. "But I feel that the key is not the oil painting. Your poem is the key. Your poem is the gun, and the oil painting only provides the bullets. Do you understand? Every one of us has bullets, and that's our spiritual power! "
"So … the poem is a gun that can transform our originally harmless mental power into a bullet and shoot it out? Interesting theory! "
Fang Xian nodded, amazed at the investigator's keen senses.
In his opinion, this was the truth.
"But we couldn't find that channel … In the process of transforming mental power into bullets, there's still one more process missing. Perhaps it's a mental frequency … Simpson mastered this technique and used oil paintings to transform his mental power into bullets. Unfortunately, he's dead …"
Lov shrugged.
"You killed him with one shot, right?"
Fang Xian rolled his eyes.
"I'm just an ordinary person. Facing a cultist who can use all kinds of supernatural power, the safest way is to kill him … As for the investigation, we can talk about it later," Lov said with a slightly weary tone.
Lov said, as if he had experienced many things, "You will understand that it's a true saying after you become an official investigator."
"Okay, what do you need me to do?"
Fang Xian asked.
"Go in and pick up the poem. See what's different …"
Lov discussed with the researchers beside him. "You may be able to activate that power … This is also a test for you."
"Okay."
Fang Xian walked into the lab. Instead of looking at the oil painting, he picked up his original poem.
"I've experienced rebirth and death, but I can't reach the other side …
"Death chases after the shadow, and no youth dies without withering …"
"But this poem will grow and grant you immortality …"
Although it was written by "him", when he looked at these words, he felt very perplexed. "This … seems to be a message from my true spirit … It feels like it matches me … Did Roca's inspiration capture my true spirit and was influenced to a certain extent?"
"But at that time, I had already entered the Nirvana period and lost my power … But this poem still has power!"
"So … he also sensed another existence, another source of power, and injected new supernatural power into this poem?"
"The waters of this world are quite deep … Is there a true god? Maybe … there is more than one? "
"Did you find anything?"
Lov's voice came from the radio.
"It feels okay, but I don't know why you built the lab like this."
Fang Xian looked at the lab and found that it was similar to an interrogation room. All the 'corners' were blocked with cement. In short, they did not want to have a sharp angle style.
"There is a reason for our architectural style. Anyway, you've almost passed the inspection. I can tell you … some supernatural powers can use the mysteries of angles to open teleportation doors and achieve tricks like teleportation … Our building is designed like this to prevent such situations."
Lov explained.
"Angle … teleportation? Interesting! "
A smile appeared on Fang Xian's lips as he began to admire the oil painting.
"I have to warn you solemnly again that no supernatural power comes for free. Most of them lean toward darkness and need to pay a price … The lowering of your spirit and the loss of reason are only the most minor cases …"
Lov reminded him.
But at this moment, Fang Xian was no longer listening to him.
He looked at the oil painting and thought about the angle and teleportation. A black fog seemed to appear in front of him.
The black fog rolled and wriggled as if something was about to break out.
That was …
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