Chapter 69: Blank Statue Infiltrates
Interrogator?
The creature called "Nightmare" danced happily, and the chaotic and overlapping shadows made people feel dizzy.
Under the violent emotional fluctuations of the creatures in the dream, Boss Rick, who was lying on the ground with his mouth drooling, began to twitch violently, curled up into a ball holding his head, and muttered something in a low voice.
"I am the deer flower mushroom, I am the flame mushroom, I am the white poison cap."
He chuckled twice, curled himself up into a ball, and swayed back and forth: "I am a poisonous mushroom with thorns."
Chen Shuang: The symptoms are even crazier than those of eating mushrooms.
She asked, "What is he doing?"
The excited nightmare suddenly stopped: "It wasn't me who did it."
To prove that it was not a bad thing, it waved its hands repeatedly and even spoke a little faster: "I just came and he lay down."
It's a scam, a damn scam.
Nightmare, fearing that he would be wrongly accused, suddenly lowered his head and looked straight at the human who was talking nonsense. Then he reached out to hold the guy and shook him wildly with more force.
Wake up soon!
The human under his command rolled his eyes again due to the violent shaking, and he couldn't catch his breath, as if he was about to faint. Nightmare hurriedly reached out to hold up his eyelids.
"You...can't...faint..."
The sound from another dimension penetrated into the human ears, resetting the confused mind to a certain extent. Rick's eyeballs returned to his eye sockets, and his trembling body maintained a precarious balance.
Nightmare: Very good.
Thanks to its persistence, mankind finally regained consciousness.
Leir felt like he was going crazy.
His face remained motionless, his stiff eyes glancing to the side. A terrifying hand was resting on his shoulder, bringing a chill that could not be ignored even with dizziness.
The human, struck by fear, rolled his eyes upwards a few times and showed signs of fainting again.
Nightmare: Are people who commit fraud so perseverant these days?
It sighed, thought for a while, took out the gold coins it had saved with great difficulty from its body, pried open the human's hand, and stuffed some money into him.
The kind dream creature patted the human on the shoulder.
"Don't do it, that's enough."
This time it met a kind creature, but next time if it encounters an impatient creature, it will be beaten to death.
It thought for a moment and said, "Hurry up and stand up."
You won’t feel dizzy if you stand up.
Rick swallowed, his eyes trembling. His remaining sanity was almost broken by these obscure words. He could still feel the cold breath behind him, as if it was going to swallow up his soul.
There is no way to disobey and no way to escape.
Feeling his hesitation, the breath came closer. Rick shuddered, as if he finally realized his hands and feet, and he rolled and crawled to his feet.
Nightmare looked at Chen Shuang and asked for praise: “I really didn’t do anything bad. I did something good today.”
I am happy that I have helped mankind to turn from evil to good.
Chen Shuang: "Okay, I think I understand."
It's truly gifted at scaring people.
She looked up.
A black shadow lingered in the corridor, its huge body filling the narrow space. Part of its invisible matter sank into the walls on both sides, and the other part extended into the unknown space. As it stayed longer and longer, the temperature around it began to drop rapidly.
The human male in front of it was tightly wrapped by the hands of nothingness, like chains that imprisoned him. The human was shrouded in unhearable whispers, and stood up obediently with a dazed look in his eyes, like a puppet being manipulated.
Chaos, restlessness, fear, and vastness.
From the perspective of human aesthetics, this creature called "Nightmare" is indeed worthy of its name. Even a casual glance at it can bring mental confusion.
But for Shen Shuang, except for the double vision at the beginning, her five senses quickly returned to normal.
[You possess the purest dark origin besides God]
You have brushed away spiritual pollution
To her, the dream creature in front of her was more like a big dog that came to her door asking for adoption.
She looked up at the endless body of the nightmare.
Okay, this dog might be a little too big.
She asked, "Regarding the position of interrogator, do you have any comments or requests?"
The shadows in front of him paused for a moment, and the chaotic overlapping shadows suddenly seemed to be stirred, and a scene of spatial distortion appeared for a moment.
It twisted its body excitedly, and its huge body showed an unconcealable happiness.
"Really, can I?"
The chaotic sequence of words echoed in the corridor, and Rick T, who had been frightened for a long time, began to tremble violently due to the intensified fluctuations.
Chen Shuang's expression remained unchanged: "Of course, there are creatures who are born to belong to this industry, and you are obviously one of the best."
The priest from darkness solemnly invited: "We need you."
Need me?
Darkness, do you need me?
A huge surprise first burst out in her heart, followed by a surge of bitterness. Nightmare sniffed, secretly wiped away her tears, and said gratefully, "I will try my best not to let you down."
It leaned closer, brought one of its hands closer, and carefully stated its wish: "I want... to shake hands."
The Human Observation Manual states that humans express friendship and recognition by shaking hands.
Although there is no such thing as a heart, the creatures in the dream now felt cramped and nervous for the first time in a long time, as if there was a restless tissue beating randomly in their bodies.
It quietly "looked" at the dark existence in front of it, and gradually a hint of expectation rose.
Can it be recognized?
How can I not be hated?
Can you make your first friend?
Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?
The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. The human hand condensed from its body seemed too large, far from the size of a human.
Nightmare stared at his hands for a while, then shrank back in inferiority.
Such a failed condensation would scare others.
"Sorry, I was just trying to figure out where to hold it."
The lost hand suddenly felt a warmth.
Shen Shuang reached out and grasped the little finger of the giant hand, shaking it up and down. She looked at the black shadow that suddenly stopped moving and asked, "Is this okay?"
Nightmare nodded vigorously.
Its huge body swayed like a big dog wagging its tail. If it had eyes, they would probably be glowing now.
The darkness responded to its sincerity.
Nightmare thought happily: Sincerity is indeed a killer skill.
The dream creatures who got new jobs couldn't suppress their joy, and even their chaotic whispers seemed to have a rising end.
"I'll work hard and get the job done."
It asked: "Interrogation, how to do it?"
Chen Shuang smiled and said, "It's very simple. Just follow your usual living habits to clear the nightmares of the human being in your hands."
“It’s important to clean it up carefully and thoroughly,” she emphasized.
"no problem!"
The creature that feeds on nightmares patted his chest and said, "This is what I do best!"
The massive shadow lifted up the terrified human and excitedly assured him, "I'll do my best to clean it up!"
Nightmare said with all his strength: "Absolutely, cleanly!"
*
The investigation revealed that Rick Wilson was the absolute sovereign of the orc industry. Through coercion, they extracted a considerable amount of intelligence from him, allowing them to rapidly advance in rescuing the captured orcs.
If someone pays close attention, they will find a clue beneath the calm.
Recently, many gray areas have been temporarily closed for half a day, and then the regular guests inside would encounter accidents, big or small. Some left without saying a word and moved out overnight after returning, while others were taken away by the security team that followed and their return date is uncertain.
The cooperation with Prince Yas also includes the deployment of security forces, the Dark Temple providing evidence, and the prince acting as a messenger of justice in police operations.
Chen Shuang knocked on the table: "But there is still no news about the Beast King."
The cleaning industry chain is nearing its end, but there is still no news about the Red Fox King.
She looked up and asked, "How is it now?"
The excellent interrogator leaned out of the dimensional space and shook his head: "He fainted again.
Chen Shuang asked, "Is there anything unusual?"
Nightmare thought about it, stretched out a thin thread and gently touched Shen Shuang's eyebrows.
In an instant, the sight sank into thick darkness, and a chaotic and blurry perspective appeared before my eyes, with tall stone pillars and a pit with a sunken center.
Chen Shuang identified it carefully.
This seems to be an altar.
The image quickly disappeared, and her gaze returned to the wooden tabletop.
Chen Shuang lowered her voice and said, "This is what he found in his dream."
Nightmare nodded.
"Can you be more specific?"
Nightmare thought of the human's uncooperative attitude just now and nodded hesitantly.
"Very good."
The human priest, adept at complimenting, said, "I knew you were not only a hard worker, but also possessed a rich inner world and an interesting soul. You have a positive personality and are willing to challenge difficulties. This alone won't faze you."
The huge body suddenly froze in place.
I was praised.
Every word hits the mark.
The dream creature, who could hardly suppress the smile on his face, nodded reservedly at Chen Shuang: "Yes, that's right, I am awesome."
"I'll be there right away."
It straightened its chest proudly and returned to its own dimension at a rapid speed, continuing to work hard.
As for whether humans can maintain normal sanity after experiencing one nightmare after another, that is not something a good interrogator should be concerned about.
*
"You don't know that Master Rick deliberately sowed discord between the elders and his younger brother before accepting this mission."
"How do you say that?"
"It's all over the place. He acts like a good brother in front of his innocent younger brother every day, badmouthing the elders. When Master Reka gave up on the mission, he took it on himself, thinking it would be foolproof and a great achievement."
"Harmful."
The drunken servant clapped his hands dizzily: "See, this is where the problem comes in."
"Of course."
He narrowed his eyes and said vaguely, "You look so unfamiliar."
"Of course, I'm new here."
"So you're new here," the servant nodded, then became puzzled: "I was also one of the new arrivals a month ago, how come I haven't seen you before?"
"Because I'm a little newer than you. I just got here today."
"today?"
He muttered, "I don't remember any announcement about hiring today. Maybe I just slept and messed up."
"You're not mistaken."
Chen Shuang raised her arms: "Because I just arrived now."
She exerted force with her palm and struck the servant's neck quickly, accurately and fiercely, knocking him unconscious.
His hands moved smoothly, and he threw out the black star that had been prepared long ago. The star-shining teleportation array quickly unfolded under his feet, instantly engulfing the two people present.
【You are using "Creation of Everything"】
After a short pause, the teleportation array lit up again, and two figures reappeared in the corner of the manor, one of whom was exactly the servant.
The newly born Creator touched his face curiously and bowed to Chen Shuang: "Praise you, great priest."
"Thank you for your hard work," Chen Shuang said, "Your next task is to find the altar in the Wilson family."
“It’s difficult, but it’s what we have to do.”
【You are using "Witch's Secret"】
The images transmitted through the mental link gradually became clearer, and the creator firmly remembered the images he needed to find.
Like a tradition etched in his blood, he clenched his fists tightly and whispered stealthily, "I understand."
He stole a black hat from somewhere and quickly put it on his head, his eyes looking far away: "Everything is for the High Priest, everything is for the Dark Temple."
Wait, why are you wearing a hat all of a sudden?
Chen Shuang looked at the familiar hat and recalled the servant's shiny bald head.
Tsk, I seem to know who it came from.
The Creator's eyes were blazing, and his voice was small and rapid: "One, two, three, one, two, three, Your Excellency the Priest, if you hear me, please respond. Your Excellency the Priest, if you hear me, please respond."
Chen Shuang: “…”
It doesn't have to be so much like a spy meeting.
[The link still exists, please be quiet]
The Creator coughed awkwardly.
[Yes, Your Excellency.]
He soon rekindled his enthusiasm and left with high morale, shouting slogans.
[For the sake of the priest, I would even sacrifice my life!]
Chen Shuang rubbed his head: “I probably didn’t think of anything weird when I created it.”
But it is better to be proactive than passive.
She widened her gaze, taking in the unfamiliar manor completely.
The Wilson family residence.
Just after the interrogation, Chen Shuang saw the complete layout of the altar in the scene where the creatures in her dream reappeared. What caught her attention was that there was a statue in the center surrounded by stone pillars.
A gray-white sculpture that is 80% similar to the dark god statue.
You have encountered a "fake blank idol"
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