I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 135: Keep secretly observed

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

First of all, the two player believers, Kemon saw the bodies of the two players in a daze in the land of the tree spirits, 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 for the great cause of awakening Cthulhu.

"Like Chocolate" and "Yi Meng Haitian" have been landing for a while, my mind is dizzy, and there is a certain inexplicable impulse in my heart, wanting to wake up that great existence.

In the chat channel, text appeared line by line, and the commander kept asking about the physical condition of the two.

The two players said that their lives are not in danger, and they even get along with the tree spirits.

But the kobolds are not easy to get along with. What they confiscated becomes theirs and will never be returned.

The monsters of the two races did not continue to embarrass them and were free to leave.

Then the two really left, feeling like they were left behind.

When the people in the research institute learned that they had escaped safely, they sighed with relief 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 time."

Then both players went offline and returned to reality.

Kemengtong feels this, and loses the picture.

It is reasonable to say 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, it is estimated that there is no problem.

So, do you want synesthesia?

Kemeng thought for a while. After watching the dream world for so long, I haven't seen any new tricks for the time being. 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 the Orange Star, knowing that those weird non-human characters come from virtual games, but what does the Orange Star look like? Too clear.

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

The Cthulhu directly perceives his followers, even if the distance between the two is farther apart, the vague feeling will gradually become clearer.

For this sense of clarity, Kemon 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 can vaguely feel the emotions of the two, unable to go out, and was locked indoors for isolation work.

If there is no nightmare disease, which is a terrible disease that is spread by words, the two may not need to be isolated.

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

Anyone who comes into contact with a weird existence in the game must be isolated in the room and not allowed to participate in social activities.

Kemeng can feel the depressed emotions emanating from them. After being separated from social networking and not being able to go out for a walk, there is really a feeling that the whole world is 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 continuously sent fresh air into it and exhausted the exhaust gas.

Outside the windows, there are huge tall buildings with silver-gray exteriors and colorful lights reflecting off the mirrors.

The city is like a square grid. The layout is neat and rigorous. There are no cluttered 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.

I look up at the sky again. The night is as pure as washing, and I can see the stars.

Among them, a large shiny spot hung in the sky, fixed for a period of time, and occasionally moved slightly.

Through the emotions of the two of them, Kemun vaguely knew that the big bright spot of light was the nuclear fusion spacecraft of the Orange Star, which was the tail light emitted by it when it flew in space.

It's really a powerful era, Kemeng admired it 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 get a deep understanding of their inner world and make a psychological assessment.

Kemon observes all this in secret.

Orange star.

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

"Turn the temperature up by two degrees, don't turn on that cold air." Psychiatrist Xiaodong said.

"Oh." Meng Haitian turned on his watch and turned the indoor air-conditioning to two degrees.

Then the two had a one-on-one long talk. Meng Haitian has had this kind of 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 share a belief in a great existence.

Obviously he did not have this kind of belief before, and now he deeply believes in the existence of Cthulhu.

However, he knows that the evil gods are respected in the country at present, and he has to pack himself carefully, not to make others feel crazy.

Meng Haitian fell asleep without knowing it when he was thinking about 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, and 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 the 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 at the recording file 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, I still hate the evil god, unlike Liu Siting, who subconsciously worships the evil **** very much.

After asking the questions that should be asked~IndoMTL.com~ the psychologist snapped his fingers and ended the hypnotic ritual.

Meng Haitian suddenly opened his eyes, 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 a bit of 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 exited the room, turned around and looked at Meng Haitian in the room, feeling strange for the sudden disgust that had just occurred.

Buzzing, the silver electric isolation door slowly pushed past, isolating the sound inside.

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