Chapter 381 Angle
Investigators are all human!
Moreover, the vast majority of them do not have extraordinary powers!
The weapons they mainly rely on are firearms and some psychotropic drugs.
A tenacious spirit, a strong body, and a cautious mind are what they rely on when facing cultists, various corrupt organizations, and unspeakable terrors!
When investigators for the Secret Keeper join the job, they need to be tested on their physical strength, mental strength, and inspiration.
Physical training is the simplest and can be done in the hospital.
What is being tested now is spirit and inspiration.
The higher the spirit, the stronger the investigator's endurance.
The higher the inspiration, the easier it is to perceive some hidden existence, hear sounds that others cannot hear, and see things that others cannot see.
For an investigator, the higher the spirit, the better, but the same cannot be said for inspiration.
"He is a writer after all... I have read a report that says artists and other people who tend to think generally have higher inspiration values. This is also the reason why the Falling Star Cult kidnapped artists and used them to listen to and analyze some mysteries."
Next to Love, a middle-aged researcher with blond hair and a white coat chuckled and said, "Next...it depends on how long he can hold on."
In addition to this researcher and Love, there were quite a few other people standing in the observation room, all giving scores with serious expressions.
"This kind of review is a bit primitive... I'd better pretend."
Thinking of this, Fang Xian started to do the questions while secretly hiding his mental strength.
He also doesn't know what the standard is.
But if you hide half of it, it should still be feasible.
Therefore, when he was halfway through the test , he showed an obvious expression of discomfort and stood up and banged on the door.
The door soon opened wide, and Love rushed in, took him to the outside world and began to rest.
And tell him that we will have to wait for a while to know the specific review results.
After Fang Xian 'recovered', the two of them went to the laboratory together.
Through the glass, Fang Xian saw two works displayed in the laboratory.
One is a three-line poem of my own.
Another one is Simpson's oil painting.
Now it seems that this abstract painting is only average. The colors are too bright, the lines are too twisted, and it lacks the previous impact.
"According to the investigation, Simpson used your poem to make everyone present lose the ability to resist... This is a supernatural power."
Luo Fu said: "The laboratory selected other people to recite the three lines of poetry in various accents, but no problems were found. Later, another control experiment was conducted with the oil painting, and a slight change was produced, but only a little... According to the researcher, the 'bullets' in the oil painting have been used up."
"So...reciting poems and painting can recreate the scene of that day and make the people around lose their ability to resist?" Fang Xian nodded: "Unfortunately... Simpson has been beaten to death by you. Did the Falling Star Cult gain anything?"
"There are only a few documents, and there has been no breakthrough in the interrogation of the captured prisoners..." Luo Fu shrugged his shoulders. "But I feel that the oil painting is not the key, but your poem. Your poem is the gun, and the oil painting only provides the bullet. Do you understand? We all have bullets, and that is our mental power!"
"So... poems are firearms that can transform our originally harmless mental powers into bullets and fire them? Interesting theory!"
Fang Xian nodded, amazed at the investigator's sharpness.
In his opinion, this is also the truth.
"But we can't find that channel... In the process of converting mental power into bullets, there is still a step missing, perhaps a mental frequency... Simpson mastered this technology and used oil painting to convert his own spirit into bullets, but unfortunately he died..."
Love shrugged.
"You were the one who shot him dead, right?"
Fang Xian rolled his eyes.
"I'm just an ordinary person. When facing a cultist who can display all kinds of supernatural powers, it is naturally safest to kill him... As for the investigation, we can talk about it later."
Luo Fu said with a slightly vicissitudes of life: "When you become a formal investigator, you will understand that this is a wise saying."
"Okay, what do you need me to do?"
Fang Xian asked.
"Go in, pick up the Psalms, and see what's different..."
Love discussed with several researchers nearby: "You may be able to stimulate that kind of power... This is also a test for you."
"OK."
Fang Xian walked into the laboratory and without looking at the oil painting, picked up his original poem.
"I have experienced rebirth and death, but I cannot reach the other side..."
"Death follows the shadows, and no beauty will not die in withering..."
"This poem will live on and grant you immortality..."
Although it was written by 'him', I felt very confused when I read these words: 'This... seems to be the message from my true spirit... It feels like it matches me... Was it Roca's inspiration at the time that caught my true spirit and was affected to a certain extent?'
"But, at that time, I had already entered the Nirvana period and lost my power... but this poem still has power!"
"So... at that time, he also sensed another existence, another source of power, which injected a new extraordinary power into this poem?"
"This world is a little confusing... Is there a true God? Maybe... there is more than one?"
"Did you find anything?"
Love's voice came from the radio.
"It feels okay, but I don't know why you built the laboratory into this structure?"
Fang Xian looked at the laboratory and found that it was somewhat similar to the interrogation room. All of its 'corners' were also blocked by cement. In short, the style did not want any sharp angles.
"There is a reason why our building style is like this. Anyway, you have almost passed the review, so I can tell you... some supernatural powers can use the mystery of angles to open the portal and perform tricks such as teleportation... Our buildings are designed like this to prevent this kind of situation."
Love explained.
"Angle...teleportation? Interesting!"
A smile appeared on Fang Xian's lips, and he began to appreciate the oil painting.
"I must once again solemnly warn you that any supernatural power is not free. Most of them tend to be dark and require sacrifices and costs... The lowering of one's own spirit and the loss of reason are only the mildest cases..."
Love reminded.
But at this time, Fang Xian was no longer willing to listen.
He looked at the painting, thinking about the angle and transmission, and a black mist seemed to appear before his eyes.
The black fog rolled and squirmed, as if something was about to break out.
That is...
