I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 190: There is a fall

Screaming Well was collapsed by Kemeng. No one has ever understood fear better than it, but Screaming Well could not feel the slightest sense of fear from Kemeng.

This person seems to be a natural and ruthless person with no emotions.

It just can't run anywhere. It has no feet.

Ding ding ding.

The sound of the bell that gave it a sense of crisis is so hateful, 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."

Shuijing has 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 not afraid anymore, this thing is purely a prop to play with it.

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

At this time, the man with the scarf in front of him said abruptly, "Ah, you are useless."

What does it mean to be useless?

The screaming well started to get angry again, and the anger in his heart couldn't stop.

"Ah--"

The screaming sound was excreted and concentrated in Kemon's ears.

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

+0.1, +0.1.

The number of points has never been so stable.

It’s a pity that the screaming well called for a minute, and then realized that he was being tricked...This person is not afraid of screaming at all, no matter how he called it, it is nothing more than a beam jumping clown yelling in his ears, screaming wells can’t help but feel ashamed Annoyed, and decided not to call again.

"Stop calling again?"

"It's drained..."

"Unfortunately, but you are much better than that radio. Not bad, not bad." Kemon patted the wall of the screaming well, very satisfied.

He checked his resistance value, and the resistance value actually climbed to 280, which shows how high it is.

The screaming well dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, holding back, just didn't scream.

Kemeng didn't 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 the children were 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, due to his limited ability at the time, he did not have such strong synaesthetic and resistance capabilities.

Screaming Well didn't know what Kemon was planning to do. He took out the crystal scalpel, patted the scarf with his left hand, and photographed a strange fruit.

One bite after another, the man finished eating the fruit, closing his eyes and continuing to feel something.

Damn it, treat it completely 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, after eating a lot of children, he is full of spirituality and can clearly perceive Kemun's screaming gradually becoming stronger.

It is a very subtle change, very difficult to observe, but as long as the truth is known, Screaming Well loses the desire to fight Kemun.

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

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

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 the time scale.

But Kemeng didn't 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, which proves that I can resist whispers, and I need to take as much spirit fruit as I need without Kemon personally feeding it.

Hey, the spiritual fruit is in my stomach, and my spirituality has become more acute, able to sense more things.

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

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

But the spiritual consciousness has improved too fast, and it is too horrifying to the world, just enough.

Continuing to synaesthesia for a while, Kemeng continued to see the gray picture.

It was a scene from the past, but not a scene from 19 years ago. Kemun 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 on behalf of the god, and through the power of voice, it trained him so that he kept 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 felt a deeper feeling in his heart. This is not the first time an old man prays~IndoMTL.com~ but the thirtieth time he commits a crime, every time he sends it. Some children give wells.

Sometimes he would bring a cart of children over to worship, but with the artificial blockade by the Counterintelligence Agency 19 years ago, the number of children he carried has decreased, and he would come secretly almost every year or only after many years. .

Every time I come, I will further digest the knowledge of howling power.

The picture Kemeng saw was the last time an old man appeared in front of the well, mastering the power of the screaming sound.

Later, the Bureau of Investigation was established, and the ground was enclosed and sealed up, and the well never saw the man who sacrificed the child.

It's over when I feel it, and I can feel that the scene from seven years ago is already very powerful.

It’s not so easy to fight against time. The longer the timeline is, the more and 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's it going?"

"It's gone, wait until I find an expert to draw it." Kemon nodded.

Walking out of the sealed area, Ming Lao walked in anxiously, Captain Biro was still anxious, and when he saw Kemeng, he held his hand and asked hard about the details.

Kemun talked eagerly, not talking about the faces of the children, and trying not to evoke the sad memories of the old man.

Ming Lao learned that there were really terrorists operating behind the scenes at the 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 special skill was to trace the appearance of suspected people through the description of the victim, and the similarity was as high as 80 to 90%.