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

"What's wrong, Captain Luo?" Yuanzi asked.

"A Liang in our team was killed, the evolution rate of the infected is far beyond imagination, and many members of other teams also died."

"The higher-ups are considering suspending the mission, changing blood, and replacing them with infected people. The old team will lead the team to investigate and provide experience, and the infected person will be the forward."

When Captain Luo said this, he suggested: "You can fish appropriately. I estimate that the blood exchange time will be nearly three days. Maybe thugs will be inserted into the team to assist in the investigation."

"Anyone of you with a tattoo can report it as soon as possible. Now the bureau prefers old players who have been infected. Such people have both combat effectiveness and investigation experience, and they have a higher right to speak."

Captain Luo's words were good, and he was worried that Yuanzi would die, after all, he was still young.

Mariko himself also likes to fish, and he is good at it, so he decided to fish today to reduce the workload.

"Of course, even if you are fishing, you can't fish in the office. The nature of your mission requires you to go out to investigate. You will go out to fish later. Be careful, don't be tough with the infected. The infected will change every day. The more they It's getting stronger."

After a while, Captain Luo waited until the office was full, and warned the remaining team members again.

When a colleague dies, everyone feels bad and depressed.

"Ah Liang, he..."

"He's dead..."

More or less people in the bureau already had tattoos. Mariko's team did not have so many negative emotions because the investigation was relatively smooth, so the tattoo infection rate was not high, and only one person was infected.

However, after several team members heard of the death of their colleagues, the emotional atmosphere suddenly became extremely depressed.

It seemed that there was a mountain weighing on their hearts, pressing them down, reminding them of the tragic scene of the death of their teammate A Liang.

The screams were extremely terrifying, even if no one was present, they could still be heard.

Yuanzi's feelings are not deep, she is just a passer-by, she will not have deep feelings for this place, it only stops at the friendship of colleagues.

Therefore, the feelings are not as deep as theirs, and she is not afraid of the infected, and Yuanzi easily suppresses the fear as soon as it arises.

After a while, there was an extra layer of fog in the office at some point.

In the fog of fear, tattoos slowly appeared on the skin of teammates.

They are immersed in a repressive environment of fear without realizing it.

It wasn't until a while later that there was a faint tingling that I realized that I had a tattoo.

"Hiss, it's a tattoo!"

"It's over, I also have a tattoo." Captain Luo touched his arm, it was a small gecko-shaped tattoo.

Captain Luo stood up and counted the number and type of everyone's tattoos.

After counting around, there are still three people without tattoos, and the rest of the team members have tattoos.

Chapter 93 People are at the scene, contradicting the sacrificial ceremony (Part 3)

After having tattoos, they all have to report, and then accept psychological investigations, as well as tests for tattoo types and abilities.

Mariko went to the toilet to check again, but there was still no tattoo.

"Senior, I also have tattoos, so I can't accompany you to investigate for the time being."

"It's okay, I'm just going to fish. The captain also said that the infected people have become more and more powerful recently, so there's no need to go out and take risks." Yuanzi waved his hand.

Just like that, Yuanzi went out to fish alone.

The street outside the building was foggy, Yuanzi hadn't been alone for a long time.

Ever since I came to this refuge, there was either a squad leader or a team member by my side.

Wandering alone in the fog, I didn't know where to go, and unknowingly touched the door of the library.

The walls of the library are full of creepers, and the light of the plants flickers slightly in the fog, guiding the lost people into it.

Mariko didn't go in, but just stood outside the door and looked inside.

There are no passers-by inside, only a few librarians sitting idle, flipping through unknown books.

Some employees looked out the door and saw the fog billowing outside the door. A guy whose face could not be seen clearly stood there. He didn't know the gender and was a bit mysterious.

The little employee shrank her neck. For some reason, she was a little afraid of the unknown figure outside.

She thought in her heart that it would be great if the other party could come in, so that she could see the face clearly after entering.

"I heard that recently some infected people have grown animal limbs. Could that black figure outside the door be an infected person?" Another administrator also found the standing motionless figure outside the door, and was startled.

There are many creepers on the walls of the library, especially in foggy days, which can play a large-scale lighting effect.

The closer you get to the door, the clearer the person's face becomes.

But the laws of the past have failed on Yuanzi, the people inside can't see Yuanzi's appearance clearly, and Yuanzi is not blind, and he has noticed the other person's expression.

"Is there anything behind me?" Mariko murmured, looking back.

The shadow of the black street wall stands behind, and the fog is rolling, and nothing can be seen.

"Damn, the visibility has dropped again." Yuanzi muttered.

Visually, the fog has compressed to within a few meters of visibility.

According to the system of the black glove agency, during the red alert period, you can perform tasks without being on duty.

Mariko thought about it, and went back to brush books.

She walked back slowly, enjoying the walk in the fog.

Quiet, dead, depressing, unknown.

Various environmental atmospheres permeated the air, and the mystical knowledge in Yuanzi's mind couldn't help jumping out, forming her judgment—this kind of fog is very suitable for the mysterious atmosphere in the ceremony.

Suddenly, there was a palpitation in my heart, and my scalp was slightly numb.

In the invisible ahead, there was a large number of strikes.

This time the sound of the strike became a mysterious ritual, Mariko didn't want to care about that thing, and she had no reason to interfere with other people's strike ideas.

But this time it was different, the palpitations were flickering, Yuanzi instinctively thought that there might be some murder in front of him.

"Could it be that someone turned the strike into a bloody ritual?" Mariko wondered.

But even if it leads to a bloody ritual, if there is no god's name in the spell, the ritual will not succeed, and the sacrifice will not disappear.

On the other hand, once the bloody summoning ceremony is completed, the summoned things are also a problem.

In order to spend the next few days as peacefully as possible, Yuanzi thought she still had to intervene and interrupt the ceremony.

She touched the knife, and slowly approached while brushing the system.

When I got closer, I realized that the front was not a cafeteria, but a relatively open small square.

The fog was so thick that it was hard to see how many people were in the square. The naked eyes could only see rows of black shadows shouting to strike in unison.

The voice of the strike has an extremely firm belief, but also an angry belief.

There are also a small amount of evil thoughts, holding the idea that it is better to smash this refuge society.

Yuanzi didn't know if it was because of the system, but he could feel so many emotions. The so-called reading the air and understanding what everyone was thinking was nothing more than that.

Yuanzi emptied her mind, closed her eyes, and listened to everyone's breathing with her ears.

Those evil minders have a different breathing sound than everyone else.

If it's me now, I should be able to hear the voice is different.

After a while, Yuanzi heard a different breathing sound.

The man's breathing was very rapid, and the strike sound from his mouth was fierce, harder than anyone else.

After shouting for a round, the person with evil thoughts spoke from a high place again: "Strikes need the blessing of the great God of Harvest, and we will have the strength to strike when we are full. Let us shout the name of the God of Harvest and sing His praises." name taboo!"

There was nothing wrong with every word the man said, but Yuanzi was sensitive, and read out a hidden evil thought from it.

"The God of Harvest..." Yuanzi thought to himself.

This is the name of the god used in ancient rituals to pray for a good harvest.

The gods have a source, maybe they can really lead the other party to succeed.

It was also at this time that Yuanzi realized that the evil person in the crowd was the host of the ceremony, and he was guiding the strike ceremony to perform evil sacrifices.

The specific operation is to use the slogan of strike, doing sacrifices to the gods for self-interest.

As long as the fanatical people don't notice the tricks, the host can change positions, work hard on spells and sacrifices, and secretly complete the bloody ceremony he wants.

After several rounds of chanting, someone asked how to attract the attention of the God of Harvest.

The host of Xie Nian laughed and said: "Praying to the God of Harvest requires offering delicious food, just like the ancient lamb."

Fanatic passers-by hesitated and said: "But we are a shelter here, we don't have lambs, all the animals are raised in the ecological zone of the shelter, and our canteen only has frozen mutton."

"It's okay, everyone cut off your wrists first, donate [-] milliliters of blood, and get the God of Harvest's attention first..." The host didn't care at all, he just wanted blood.

Seeing that the host's guidance is getting more and more excessive, and the fanatical people's minds are also driven by the atmosphere of the scene, and they lose the thinking ability that adults should have.

Mariko had no choice but to stand up, and retorted loudly in a soft loli voice:

"Your ceremony is wrong. The word strike has never been included in the dictionary of the God of Harvest! What are your intentions!"

Yuanzi's Nunuuo loli voice was like thunder on the ground, and it exploded amidst a group of frantic inquiries.

Yuanzi didn't have a strong desire to strike, only a strong desire to touch fish. Lazy thoughts were out of place here, and loud rebuttals directly destroyed the atmosphere of the scene and greatly lowered the style of the ceremony.

The sound of the scene slowly subsided, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound. There was a dark mass over there, and the figures were blurred, and the faces could not be seen, which was a bit mysterious.

"What are you doing! Are you the one who can judge God? Someone, catch her!" the host of the evil thoughts said angrily, and had a strong killing intent towards Yuanzi.

Yuanzi had been brushing the system before, but he hadn't been successful. The host had no murderous intentions towards everyone, only evil thoughts.

But at this moment, evil thoughts urged the host to have a strong killing intent.

[Detected killing intent against the host! 】

[The system is activated! 】

Chapter 94 Chasing That Lolita Figure

Although Yuanzi couldn't see where the other party was standing, the voice had entered Yuanzi's brain, and the system instantly calculated the location of the murderer.

With a flick of Yuanzi's wrist, the flying knife disappeared in an instant, flying straight away unreasonably.

"what!"

A terrifying scream resounded through the audience.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy falling sound from the front, and the man covered his eyes and yelled, "My eyes! My eyes! My eyes!"

The believers of the association who were addicted to the strike atmosphere immediately woke up when they heard this untimely sound of pain.

"What's the matter, what happened to him?"

"What happened to his eyes?"

"Wait, the God of Harvest doesn't seem to care about the strike?"

Everyone was chattering, most of them were asking what happened to the host, only a few people realized that the God of Harvest seemed to ignore the strike.

Immediately afterwards, there was another muffled sound, and the host stopped barking completely as if he had pressed the mute button.

No one knew what was going on in front, so they had to approach there to see what happened to him.

Yuanzi stepped back, the person was killed, no one would know that she did it.

But when Yuanzi withdrew from the crowd, she suddenly thought of all the black glove members in the city, and she was the only one who specialized in killing people with throwing knives.

If a citizen has an acquaintance in the black glove, it is estimated that she can ask who is used to throwing knives, and her reputation will spread by then.

"Oh, it's so troublesome, I have to recover the throwing knife." Yuanzi was tangled up.

This throwing knife is provided by the bureau. It doesn't mean that you just throw it on the ground and recycle it as much as possible.

Otherwise, these throwing knives were taken by civilians, and what should I do if I took the opportunity to stab passers-by twice?

Once an accident occurs, Yuanzi still has to bear the responsibility, because only Yuanzi is equipped with throwing knives in the black glove organization, and she is obliged to take care of it.

Yuanzi gritted his teeth, went back into the crowd, and said, "Give way, please make way!"

"Why, we also want to see what happened in front, I seem to hear blood."