Chapter 388 Worms
"Rocca, Steward, what are you doing?"
After being forcibly pulled out of the exhibition, Xiala complained: "I want to appreciate that work a little longer... You are desecrating art!"
She was really very angry, her little face turned red and her eyes glanced back unconsciously.
It seemed that the unfinished sculpture really had a great appeal to her.
'The first stage, addiction!'
Fang Xian looked at this scene and suddenly thought of a case of the investigator.
That was a real case that happened in other cities. Some ordinary objects suddenly took on a magical charm.
At first, people were just obsessed with them and willing to pay top dollar for them.
Gradually, the obsession deepened, turning into a fanaticism, and becoming an unwillingness to let them out of sight for a moment .
Even at the cost of stealing and killing...
If the investigators had not acted quickly and destroyed those items, there is no telling what kind of trouble would have occurred.
According to the investigation report, no matter how those items were tested, they were just ordinary things, even including a stone from a cesspool!
"If you continue to admire it for a while, you will quickly reach the second stage - obsession, and then fanaticism, and you will do anything to get it..."
Fang Xian shook his head and said to his two friends: "It suddenly occurred to me that I have something else to do, so let's separate for now..."
"Rocca, you..."
Steward looked at his friend's back, unable to tell whether he was touched or angry.
Under normal circumstances, he naturally didn't want Roca to be a light bulb.
But now, Xia La has a bad temper and he can’t handle it alone.
…
"Hmm... the statue is confirmed to be a supernatural object. The impact varies from person to person. Steward is obviously better..."
Fang Xian quickly stepped into an alley, confirmed that there was no one in front or behind him, and that no one was following or monitoring him, and a slightly crazy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It's okay now, but being too rational or too calm is not good either... For some things, you must lose your rationality to a certain extent before you can see and hear them more clearly..."
Thinking of this, he opened the secret compartment on his belt and took out a bottle of medicine.
Even though he was a trainee investigator, Fang Xian received most of the supplies an investigator should have.
Well, he didn’t get a gun license yet, but he still got some psychiatric drugs early on.
Among them, there are drugs that stabilize the mind and maintain rationality, as well as drugs that quickly stop bleeding and suppress pain.
There are even "banned drugs" that can cause loss of sanity on their own initiative!
These are all equipped to deal with various emergencies.
In fact, even Fang Xian was very curious about the efficacy and ingredients of these small pills.
He guessed that although investigators rarely used supernatural powers, this drug was obviously not something that could be processed in an ordinary laboratory, and some unscientific ingredients must have been added to it.
Fang Xian was too lazy to care. He just needed to know that these medicines were very effective and the side effects were not too serious. That was enough.
At this time, he poured out a white pill and swallowed it under his tongue.
Boom! Boom!
When the pill dissolved, he suddenly heard the sound of his own heartbeat, roaring in his cochlea.
The world around me slowly began to spin, and the white and gray, blue and green colors became more vivid and bold, and began to mix and blend...
Even without looking at the attribute column, Fang Xian knew that his sanity value must have dropped a lot.
At this point, immediately start recalling the statue.
In this state, it was as if he was facing the strange statue directly. He could even see the worms that had turned into hair and the fine lines on their bodies very clearly.
…
"Hehe... Ugh..."
Inside the alley, Fang Xian kept gasping for breath, and suddenly he pressed against the wall and began to vomit.
After the uncomfortable feeling of ups and downs, his mind became calm instead, which made him realize that the effect of the drug had passed.
After all, it is a special product for investigators, so it must be the kind that only temporarily lowers sanity and recovers immediately afterwards.
He stood up, straightened his clothes, and saw the pen and notepaper in his hand.
On the note paper, there were a few lines of short poems written in very sloppy handwriting:
"This is a hymn to the giant worm."
"The worms turned into hair and beard, merging with you in your dream, making you hear the sigh of the night..."
"The mad waves and the great gasps tore the worms' bodies apart, for when one worm died, a thousand more were reborn!"
Fang Xian recited silently and could feel the dark power contained in the short poem.
"Well, it is indeed different from the spell I got before... the life force in the darkness... this feeling... is somewhat strange..."
He recalled the three spells he had 'composed'.
Among them, the 'Immortal Poem' can be regarded as his own 'real name poem', but it is mixed with other powers. The effect is unknown, but it has been verified that it can release special spirits and attack enemies .
The 'Broken-Winged Bird' needs to absorb pain in order to exert its strength, transform its spirit, and become sharp and aggressive.
But Fang Xian vaguely felt that the actual purpose of this spell should be summoning.
As for the last "Ode to the Worm", the casting conditions and effects are unknown, but it is speculated that it should be life-related, perhaps a healing spell?
"In fact, none of these dark spells are good. If used for a long time, they will definitely change the user's mental state unconsciously, turning them into a fanatical believer of some evil existence..."
"The reason I'm fine is because my status is still there and I can still suppress it... No wonder other investigators don't recommend using spells unless it's necessary..."
He put away the note with the spell on it, walked out onto the street and found a public telephone booth.
After stuffing a coin into it, Fang Xian dialed a number: "I'm trainee investigator Luo Ka, looking for investigator Luo Fu."
At this point, he had already obtained the secret of the worm, and the remaining supernatural cases would naturally have to be reported to the investigators for handling.
As for why not process first and then create?
After all, the degree of danger of these dark things has not yet been confirmed, and Love may not agree to Roca reading them, so it is better to get the benefits first.
"Roca, this is Love, what's up?"
A steady voice came from the other side.
"I think... I seem to have encountered a supernatural case!"
Fang Xian quickly recounted the story about the sculpture exhibition.
"Damn it! Where are you? Wait for me, don't act on your own..."
Luo Fu cursed and hung up the phone in a hurry.
Not long after, an old-fashioned car came speeding over and stopped precisely at Fang Xian's feet. Luo Fu got out of the car cursing, "How come you run into this kind of thing on vacation?"
"In fact, I also want to know..."
Fang Xian shrugged.
