I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 438: Human face
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Kemeng went back to rest, reminiscent of the feeling of the shadow spear passing through the palm of his hand before the rest.
It was a kind of piercing pain, it was terrible, and even the shadow hand couldn't completely contain the opponent.
At this point, Kemeng finally saw the ceiling of the shadow grasper. The shadow giant spear was something Kemeng couldn't grasp.
At the same time, I looked at my palm. I touched the palm of my hand with my hand. It was okay if I didn't touch it. I felt the burning pain when I touched it.
Kemeng is asleep, and while he feels fresh, he wants to know where the shadow stream leader is in his dream.
It doesn't matter if the opponent is aware of it. The Cthulhu is outside the Blue Star and is not afraid of being spied by the opponent, provided that the opponent has the ability to spy in the opposite direction.
The big guy behind the shadow stream may have the ability to peek backwards, but the other party didn't do that, probably because he was afraid of death.
In a short while, Kemeng fell into a dream.
In the dream, Laleille was silent and lifeless.
Kemeng ignored the giant city in the sea, closed his eyes, and recalled the scene of the black and red giant spear falling from the sky through the sky, and at the same time recalling the feeling of the shadow grabber holding the giant spear.
Kemeng was deeply impressed by the pain of the heart, and personal contact also strengthened the connection in this regard, making the obstacles of the path of synaesthesia tend to be non-existent.
Buzzing, it seems that I heard such a sound.
Kemen vaguely saw the appearance of a blue star ball, and then it passed by, and he felt the landscape inside the blue star.
It was a black and red spear, full of clouds.
Its body is not an entity, but a spear condensed from a cloud of smoke, inserted in a pile of bones.
There is a muddy pile in the bones. No, it's not so much mud, it's a thick shadow.
Shadows stretched out round tentacles on all sides like mud, twisting wantonly at irregular frequencies, and there was endless death and madness in the air.
If normal people stay here, they are bound to fall into madness.
Kemen looked around, his field of vision was relatively narrow. After all, it was under the control of the Blue Star and could no longer be observed. No matter how deep it was, it would be a foul and would be shielded by the Blue Star.
"What a sticky shadow." Kemeng couldn't help but complain.
There are piles of bones on the ground, and the dark shadows are like thick swamp fluid.
The "liquid" swims on its own, stretching out its tentacles from time to time, as if a person is breathing out of the air.
Kemeng stared, feeling.
The tentacles that stretched out one by one gave him a "human" feeling.
They are breathing air and have ample desire to survive.
When they twist their tentacles, they are calling people from afar, cursing everything, and at the same time paradoxically hoping that someone can rescue them from the quagmire.
The giant spear is inserted in the center of the bone pile, like a magic weapon to guard the fierce land, suppressing the absurd evil and hatred here.
"What the **** is this." Kemon felt uncomfortable, and felt his scalp numb.
I didn't expect such a thing to exist in an unknown place in Blue Star, and it is also protected by Blue Star.
Kemeng watched for a while, but didn't find the so-called group leader. This place is absurd and evil, and it is not a place for normal people to stay.
Kemeng went on to think of the word group leader, but this kind of synaesthesia did not succeed, because the connection was not deep enough and the direction of synaesthesia was not clear enough.
Change the goal, and look at the big guy behind the shadow stream in the dark.
The boss seemed to be talking to someone again, and it ended the conversation at the moment Kemon watched.
Kemeng keenly caught the breath of Blue Star, and the big man behind the scenes of Shadow Stream was conspiring with a certain member of Blue Star to plot an unknown plan.
Kemeng's heart sank. The Shadow Stream organization must be plotting something, and they have to stop them.
If you don’t stop it, something big will happen.
However, Kemeng cannot interfere with them. Invading dreams requires the other person to dream. If you don't dream, you can't invade, you can only peep in secret.
Kemon Zuoen thought right, there is no way to restrict them, but to feel the spear again and secretly remember the scenery of that area.
When you wake up, whether you can find it or not, first draw a picture of the scene, and let the network monster slowly identify similar land types through satellite topographic maps.
Kemeng secretly remembered what the terrain looked like nearby.
At this moment, in the shadow quagmire in the bone pile, a tentacle surging, suddenly changed into a human face, with a wide open mouth, making a strange hoarse voice: "Help me!"
Kemeng's heart is calm and not panic. This is a crazy babble, but being a Cthulhu easily counteracts it.
No, it didn't even break the defense, so it couldn't be called offset.
But Kemeng became curious about it. Since something murmured at Kemeng, it must have been aware of the evil spirits peeping at it, otherwise it would be impossible to react to Kemeng.
"This face..." Kemeng didn't know the other person, but with a move in his heart, he could write down this face.
Remember this face, and after awakening in reality, immediately draw a sketch portrait and upload it to the Internet, so that the Internet monster can retrieve the person's whereabouts on a global scale.
"Help me!" Another tentacle shadow emerged from the quagmire of bones and turned into a human face without eyes.
These faces have only facial features and no hair or anything, but they are enough.
Under the background of artificial intelligence, face recognition technology has made good progress. With the ability of network monsters, big data searches can be carried out, and the speed is several times or even ten times faster than that of top-tier artificial intelligence companies.
Kemeng was slightly happy, this is a big clue.
An extra face data is a clue.
"Help me--" Another face appeared and shouted.
A virtual cry for help sounded in Kemon's ears, and they crossed the space to reach Kemon's ears.
These sounds are poisonous chaotic murmurs, which can easily change the mentality of ordinary people and fall into the abyss, but Kemeng, as an evil god, is completely unmoved.
There were three human faces shouting, and the quagmire of bones came back to life, all the tentacles stretched out exaggeratedly, desperately trying to stretch out, changing into faces, and begging Kemeng for help.
Kemeng's brainpower is fully utilized~IndoMTL.com~ to record the facial features of each of them.
"These are all victims. The people of Shadow Stream have killed too many people." Kemeng lamented.
Thinking in another way, the special abilities that the members of the Shadow Stream have replaced by their bodies make it impossible for them to live a normal life with people, and can only become the opposite of human beings.
Kemeng memorized hundreds of faces, but my brain was not swollen, I remembered one by one, and then he took the initiative to wake up.
Suddenly, Kemon forced himself to wake up by gazing.
Kemeng woke up as a residential home in a special area, and immediately started drawing after waking up.
But after drawing a picture, Kemon felt that the efficiency was too slow.
The number of victims in that quagmire is definitely more than a few hundred, even thousands!
Not long after Kemon lay down, he returned to the Bureau of Investigation in the early morning, looking for tools for quick drawing. He wanted to draw the human face in his head at once.