Hang up to study, I became a master of esoteric religion

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will feel strange when you look at it. The passers-by don't have sad faces, but excited faces.

"Last night I dreamed of the gods again, it was a great dream."

"I have found the sustenance of my soul, no matter how bad the end of the world is, it doesn't matter, I will ascend to heaven after all."

"I dreamed of a crack, and there was a door in the crack, could that be the gate of heaven?"

"Speaking of which, no one cares about the numerical ranking. It has been reduced to 15 billion. Human beings are about to perish. There are still many creatures in the sea that are stronger than us."

"That kind of thing is fine no matter what, we have already survived, so we don't need to worry about it." Someone waved his hand.

People are chattering, they are all talking about the dream of the gods, no one cares about the numerical ranking, and they are quite indifferent to the dead outside the shelter.

"The Gate of Heaven?" the monitor muttered, looking up at Mariko: "I didn't seem to have a dream last night."

"Xinmeng may have something to do with the crack. I heard they said there was a crack." Yuanzi also paid more attention to it.

After 10 minutes, people finished their breakfast, and a group of breakfast guests left and a new group of breakfast guests came.

Mariko's expression gradually became serious.

Chapter 74 The Mysterious Waste Paper Manuscript (Part 3)

Many people have mentioned seeing the gate of heaven through the crack.

There is nothing behind the gate of dreams, but they believe that after death, they will ascend to the gate of heaven and return to the embrace of God.

This kind of thing sounds like nonsense.

But when Yuanzi thought of the crack in the wall, he felt that it was an incident of occultism, which is hard to say.

"Our wall joints have been mended, they probably haven't mended them."

"Go back and ask Captain Luo and the others to see what's going on."

Mariko sat next to the class monitor, probably knowing why the two of them didn't dream of new dreams.

"Fixing the wall is the key, but we have no way to broadcast it on a large scale so that citizens can repair the wall."

The squad leader also thought of the key point, but he was unable to do it.

Everyone doesn't know the Cthulhu mythology, and they don't have a sense of vigilance against such mysterious events, so naturally they don't think it's weird to have cracks in the walls.

Only Yuanzi and Yuanzi knew a little too much, so they did things that normal people would not do immediately.

After breakfast, Mariko came to the team again.

As soon as she joined the team, Yuanzi found that everyone was in a state of low pressure and depressed.

"What's the matter?" Yuanzi asked puzzled.

"One of our team members has a tattoo and is checking his mental state." Captain Luo put a wet towel on his head, let go of the towel after a long time, stood up and said:

"With more and more tattooed infected people absent from work, our combat effectiveness has become a little bit less effective, and many black glove teams have been seriously injured as a result."

"But there were no casualties in our team." Someone whispered.

"This is because our side has relatively rich experience in dealing with it, and our intern Yuanzi also provided timely support, often killing out-of-control enemies on the spot, so there were no casualties."

Uncle Luo said earnestly: "I tell you these things to make you be careful. In the future, there will be people with tattoo infections in our team as teammates."

"Huh?" Everyone and Yuanzi were taken aback.

"This is a report from the cutting-edge biological research laboratory. They have developed an inhibitory drug within a week, which can inhibit the growth of tattoos. The combat effectiveness of tattooed people is far superior to that of ordinary people. They can be used to suppress difficult absentees."

When Uncle Luo said this, Yuanzi also understood.

All changes remain the same, and the ultimate goal is to suppress absenteeism.

It is already difficult for existing personnel to deal with the infected, so the official decided to introduce the power of the infected and use the infected to catch the infected.

Except for Yuanzi's team, the other black glove teams were more or less slightly or seriously injured.

Big data shows that the black glove organization needs to be replaced with new blood and use stronger violent personnel to urge people to work.

"Everyone, if anyone has a tattoo, don't be afraid. Report it when it is time to report it. After identifying the danger of the mental state, you can return to the team and resume your job after passing the test." After Uncle Luo finished speaking, a new round of phone calls was received. Capture tasks.

This wave is still to catch those who don't go to work. Yuanzi is used to it, and she wears a blade suit to work.

It's just that Yuanzi didn't expect that the superior had developed a drug to inhibit the growth of tattoos.

Speaking of which, when Mariko No. [-] dreamed of Cthulhu, he also took some medicine, and then his mental state eased.

The current situation is similar to that then.

Biological researchers have been studying plants and animals for many years, and they can definitely develop better inhibitory drugs.

With that in mind, Mariko came to the mission area.

"Mariko, it's your turn to call the door this time."

A calm uncle's voice sounded, interrupting Mariko's thoughts.

"Ah? Me?" Mariko pointed to himself.

"This family is a single woman, pay attention to your tone, you can be gentle." Uncle Luo said.

"Single? An adult, but isn't the country assigning her a spouse? How can she be single?" Yuanzi asked puzzled.

In the refuge, single dogs do not exist. Even if this wave is not successfully allocated, the next round will be successfully allocated.

However, due to the uneven ratio of men and women, the next batch will be published in each issue, and this group of people will queue up for the next issue.

"She is infertile and has been removed from the blind date quota by the shelter."

Captain Luo didn't want to say anything at first, but when he saw Yuanzi's cute face and the thirst for knowledge overflowing his eyes, he had no choice but to explain.

Yuanzi was taken aback when he heard this.

Those who are infertile these days will indeed be despised.

Dangdang.

Yuanzi knocked on the iron door and shouted inside:

"Open the door, check the water meter."

After a while, there was no sound from inside.

"Is anyone home?"

Yuanzi knocked a few times, then put his ear to the door, listening to the sound inside.

"Is there a sound?" Uncle Luo asked in a low voice.

"No sound." Mariko shook his head.

Uncle Luo thought for a few seconds, then waved his hand and said, "Break the door!"

Yuanzi retreated to the side, and the two men with thicker legs stepped forward and smashed open the iron gate.

Thick white fog gushed out from inside, Captain Luo turned on the flashlight and shone inside.

Several people rushed into the room and glanced around.

"There is no one in the reporting room!"

"There is no one in the toilet!"

After checking, there was no one inside.

"I didn't go to work, and I wasn't in the house. Where did I go?" Uncle Luo looked at the things in the room.

The fog is a bit thick, so you have to get closer to see it.

"This is..." Yuanzi also came closer, and saw that there were many scraps of manuscripts squeezed into balls on the table, and there were some children's graffiti-like words on the table.

Some strange images flashed in front of my eyes. It seemed that there was a woman in a black windbreaker dancing in front of the desk, as if she was rehearsing something.

Two seconds later, the phantom in front of him disappeared.

Mariko wondered whether this was a hallucination, or triggered the mysterious incident by himself.

Yuanzi reached out and touched the words on the paper, and felt that the words themselves had some kind of strange power.

No, this is not a mere hallucination.

This is definitely an occult event. She met someone with mysterious power.

"Can you understand these words, staring so engrossed?" Uncle Luo, wearing black gloves, opened the waste paper manuscripts, and found that the words on the paper were still children's graffiti-like words, with chaotic strokes and out-of-order words.

Some places are definitely not words, but scribbles like madmen.

"Maybe it's a painter who got crazy inspiration from tattoos? Or the author?" Uncle Luo tried to figure out the character of the original author through words.

I have to say that Uncle Luo's experience is really rich, Yuanzi feels that his guess is pretty good.

"I don't understand these words." Mariko shook his head.

Mariko looked at another scrap of paper, and the scene flashed again, and it was still the scene of the woman in the yellow windbreaker dancing.

Everyone gathered and spread out all the waste paper.

Strange symbols surged in front of his eyes, and an invisible sense of restlessness rose in his heart.

Except for Yuanzi, everyone couldn't understand the meaning in it. They just felt that their bodies were a little hot, and they suddenly wanted to dance.

Chapter 75 Desire for Plastic Art (Part 4)

Desire is an invisible poison. If a person obeys desire, stronger desire will be born next time.

Yuanzi could feel that her thoughts were not right, it was definitely not her own subjective desire, but the mysterious power formed by spreading out the dozens of scrap papers, it was those symbols, images and words that disturbed her.

"Quick, don't look at them!"

Yuanzi rushed up, knocked all the waste manuscript paper to the ground, then crumpled them into balls again, and threw them into the trash can.

After Yuanzi rubbed a few waste paper balls, everyone behind him also regained consciousness, stopped dancing, and looked a little dazed.

"What's wrong with me?"

Uncle Luo looked at his raised feet and slightly bent waist.

Pressing his chest with his right hand, he pulled his bangs to the back of his head with the other hand, exposing his large forehead.

Yuanzi turned around and saw each teammate standing far apart, with a distance of one meter between them.

Their bodies are either straight or bent, pulling the collars of their suits, revealing the built-in shirts of various colors in their chests.

The seven male team members and two female team members had weird and ecstatic looks, with pouting lips and different expressions.

The dense white mist surged under their feet, and their figures were half-empty and half-solid, giving Yuanzi a very unreal sense of illusion.

At this moment, they seem to be far away from themselves, but also very close to themselves.

This pose, and this smoky scene, Mariko inexplicably thinks of JOJO's stand-up style model in her previous life.

Of course, this is just a metaphor, Mariko knows that their appearance has nothing to do with the anime in the previous life.

"Are you all right?"

Mariko threw the remaining ball of waste paper into the trash can, and the weird atmosphere that enveloped the room suddenly disappeared.

Everyone also got rid of the strange postures, returned to the original standing posture of ordinary people, looked at their hands, and looked puzzled: "Strange, what did I just do?"

"Why do I need concave shape?"

The 38-year-old Uncle Luo fell into deep thought, touched his stubble, and couldn't figure out what was going on, it was so magical.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out at all.

There must be something wrong here!

Uncle Luo's eyes became sharp, "There is something wrong with those waste papers, show me."

Yuanzi wanted to say don't look at it, this thing is really wrong.

But her personal right to speak is not as high as the captain, so what else can she do, she can only get out of this way.

The other team members also came over, driven by curiosity, wanting to see what kind of content on the paper attracted their restless hearts.

Captain Luo unwrapped the first waste paper manuscript, and saw the child's graffiti-style paper manuscript.

One piece of paper is fine, but what about the second piece of paper?