Chapter 438: human face

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Kemon went back to rest, reminiscing about the feeling of Shadow Spear passing through his palm before the rest.
It was a kind of piercing pain, very terrifying, and even the grasping hand could not completely contain the opponent.
At this point, Kemeng finally saw the ceiling of the grasper, the shadow giant spear was something Kemeng could not grasp.
At the same time, I looked at my palm. I touched the palm of my hand with my hand. It's okay if I didn't touch it, and I felt the burning pain.
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 even if it is noticed by the opponent. 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.
Shadow Stream’s boss might have the ability to peek backwards, but the other party did not do that, probably because he was afraid of death.
After a 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.
The pain of the heart deeply impressed Kemeng, and personal contact also strengthened the connection in this respect, making the obstacles of the path of synaesthesia tend to disappear.
Buzzing, it seemed to hear such a sound.
Kemeng 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-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 is not so much mud as it is a thick shadow.
Like mud, the shadow stretched out round tentacles in all directions on the ground, twisting wantonly with irregular frequencies, and the air contained endless death and madness.
If normal people stay here, they will definitely fall into madness.
Kemeng looked around, and his field of vision was relatively narrow. After all, this place was under the control of Blue Star and could not be observed any more. No matter how deep it was, it would be a foul and would be shielded by Blue Star.
"It's 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 liquid.
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 twisted their tentacles, they were calling people far away, cursing everything, and at the same time, they paradoxically hope 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?" Kemeng felt uncomfortable and felt his scalp numb.
Unexpectedly, such a thing would exist in an unknown place in Blue Star, and it was protected by Blue Star.
Kemeng looked at it for a while, but didn't find the so-called group leader. This place was absurd and evil, and it was not a place for normal people.
Kemeng went on to associate the word group leader, but this kind of synesthesia 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 peeped.
Kemon keenly caught the breath of Blue Star, and the big man behind the scenes of Shadow Stream was plotting an unknown plan with a member of Blue Star.
Kemeng's heart sank. The Shadow Stream organization must be conspiring something and must 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 sneak in secret.
Kemun Zuoen thought, there is no way to restrict them, but to feel the spear and secretly remember the scenery of that area.
After waking up, whether you can find it or not, first draw the scene and let the network monster slowly identify similar land types through satellite topographic maps.
Kemon secretly remembered what the terrain looked like nearby.
At this time, in the shadow quagmire of the bones, a tentacle surged, suddenly a human face changed, with a wide open mouth, and a strange hoarse voice: "Help me!"
Kemeng's heart was calm and not flustered. This was a crazy babble, but being a Cthulhu easily offset it.
No, it hasn't even broken the defense, it can't be called offset.
But Kemeng became curious about it. Since something murmured at Kemeng, it must have sensed that the evil outside the sky was peeping at it, otherwise it would be impossible to react to Kemeng.
"This face..." Kemeng didn't know each other, but with a move in his heart, he could remember this face.
Remember this face, and after awakening in reality, immediately draw a sketch portrait, upload it to the Internet, and let the Internet monster search the person's whereabouts on a global scale.
"Help me!" Another tentacle shadow emerged from the bone quagmire and turned into a human face without eyes.
These faces have only facial features, 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.
One more face data is a clue.
"Help me--" Another face appeared and shouted.
A virtual cry for help sounded in Kemon's ear, and they crossed the space to reach Kemon's ear.
These sounds are poisonous chaotic mutters, which can easily change the mentality of ordinary people and fall into the abyss, but Kemeng, as an evil god, is completely unmoved.
With the shouts of three human faces, the quagmire of bones came alive, and all the tentacles were stretched exaggeratedly, desperately trying to reach out, changing into faces, and begging for help.
Kemeng is full of brainpower ~EbookFREE.me~ 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 replaced by their bodies made it impossible for them to live a normal life with people, and could only become the opposite of human beings.
Kemeng memorized hundreds of faces, his brain was not swollen, he memorized them one by one, and then took the initiative to wake up.
Suddenly, Kemon forced himself to wake up by gazing.
Kemeng wakes up as a residential home in a special area, and immediately draws a stroke after waking up.
But after drawing a picture, Kemeng felt that the efficiency was too slow.
The number of victims in that quagmire is definitely more than a few hundred, and 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 mind at once.