Chapter 1151 Second Coming

"Mistakes...and horrors?"

Nietzsche lost his eyesight.

"It's the pollution of ghouls... After several confirmations, we finally discovered that when the death of ghouls reaches a certain number, it will have an impact on the surrounding people... This may not necessarily have an effect, but Undoubtedly, the deeper the contact, or the darker people, the greater the probability of being affected..." Ryan rubbed his brows: "Hannibal is an ordinary person with a complete record of birth and growth and social relations, but he changed Becoming a ghoul is also a fact, no doubt, it is because of such pollution!"

"The polluter..." Nietzsche murmured in a low voice, he had a better understanding of Extraordinary's abilities, and he also understood that Mr. Andy from the grocery store really wasn't joking with him.

Even some seemingly easy-to-handle ghouls are too terrifying for ordinary people.

"I see, how do I need to check?"

"Give me a drop of your blood!" Ryan said.

Nietzsche did as he was told, and soon a doctor walked out with a test tube.

"The verification time is very short, only ten minutes... Now we can talk about something else, I'm sorry about Vivian's matter..." Ryan sighed: "I originally wanted to recruit her into the investigation where the..."

"Let's talk about ghouls, the escaped Hannibal seems to be different from ordinary ghouls..." Nietzsche said expressionlessly.

"Yes, it's very different... After the ghoul is killed, it will spread something around, bacteria, virus... or some kind of pollution that we don't know yet... People affected by it , There will be changes, first of all, the desire for flesh and blood, and the unsatisfied hunger, somewhat similar to those with bulimia... And Hannibal undoubtedly fully accepted this change, and even became stronger!"

Ryan sighed: "Simon was the first to discover what was wrong with me, and then the headquarters began targeted treatment... I became what you saw..."

"This appearance... is really not a recovery..." Nietzsche was silent for a long time, and looked at Ryan with pity.

"It's just diet therapy. It's much better than what I suffered before. You haven't seen the appearance of those colleagues who failed the treatment... But, my doctor told me that when the disease is not completely cured, From now on, I must curb my desire to overeat every moment, especially not to eat meat, it is best to be a vegetarian..."

Ryan spread his palms.

"That's...unfortunate!" Nietzsche thought of fried chicken, barbecue, and that delicious steak... Wait a minute, throw the damn steak aside first, but the punishment of not being able to eat meat for a lifetime is really too much. Painful.

"Sir!"

At this time, another person came in through the door, and it was Simon!

He was wearing a neat uniform, and his messy hair was also taken care of. He looked more sturdy and energetic. At this time, he handed a report to Ryan: "He has no problem! But now... I think there is something wrong with him again."

While speaking, Nietzsche felt an extremely uncomfortable breath overflowing from Simon and rushing toward him.

Hiss!

A trace of black gas gathered, as if it had turned into a poisonous snake, opening its mouth to bite.

'Did he see it? I saw my Extraordinary status! '

I don't know why, although he is just getting started, Nietzsche feels that his perception and observation are extremely powerful, and he can even see the resentment in Simon's eyes.

Hiss!

A large number of black snakes wrapped and entangled his whole body in an instant, Nietzsche's whole body went numb, and he couldn't move at once.

"What's wrong?"

Ryan, who was sitting opposite, didn't see anything, and asked curiously.

"Day Meditation Method!"

In an instant, Nietzsche seemed to see the hot desert and the sun hanging in the sky again, as if he had reacted to the danger.

Zizi!

Many black snakes wrapped around his body suddenly turned into smoke and dissipated quickly.

Simon, on the other hand, let out an exclamation, took a step back, and two nosebleeds flowed from his nose, looking as if he had been punched hard in the face.

"Simon, what's going on?" Ryan shouted dissatisfied, his voice also turned serious.

"As you can see... our little Nietzsche is already an Extraordinary!" Simon licked his lips.

"Really?" Ryan stared at Nietzsche: "What's going on?"

'In the base, Ryan can mobilize dozens of people with submachine guns to destroy me at any time...'

Nietzsche's mind was activated in an instant, and he instinctively didn't want to tell all the secrets: "Yes...it's that oil painting!"

"What oil painting?"

"Vincent's oil painting of doom—dream! Ever since I went to see it with Hannibal, I always feel like something has entered my head, like a ball of fire..."

After getting a lot of knowledge about extraordinary power from Gargamel, Angelina, and Boss Andy, Nietzsche has been able to fluently weave a feasible lie.

"Vincent's oil painting of doom? Could it be that he left seeds of power in some paintings?" Ryan touched his chin: "And some extraordinary seeds will only start to germinate when they meet the right person ...Perhaps, this is also the reason why you are not contaminated by ghouls."

"The pollution of ghouls is ineffective against Extraordinary?" Nietzsche grasped the key point at once.

"No! It's just the power of the Extraordinary, which can better counter it..." Ryan explained: "Then... Nietzsche, first of all, congratulations on entering the Extraordinary field. Next, are you still willing to join our Federal Bureau of Investigation? ?”

"Of course, it's my honor!" Nietzsche bowed slightly.

"Originally...all the newly joined Beyonders have to attend training, but recently there are too many things in Kimbert City...We need to deal with them first!"

Ryan rubbed the center of his brows: "Go and prepare, ask Simon if you don't understand, I will go back with you later, and deal with Hannibal and other special events..."

"Okay, boss!"

Nietzsche leaned out and walked out, followed by Simon.

When the two walked to a corner, Simon snapped his fingers casually, and a layer of mist that only Nietzsche could see immediately enveloped the surrounding area.

"You definitely didn't get the power from the dream...it's the grocery store, right?" Simon said in an affirmative tone.

"No!" Nietzsche shook his head resolutely: "That is a profiteer, I have been tricked enough!"

"Really?" Simon was a little skeptical. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but Nietzsche's words had no flaws.

"In any case, I still want to congratulate you!" Simon's gaze was a bit sinister, and the aura on Nietzsche was the type he disliked the most.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first!"

Nietzsche stepped back with a smile, his palm touching the mist.

Bark!

Immediately, the mist was like gasoline meeting a flame, burning up in an instant.

In his mind, Papa Javier's grocery store has become a mysterious supply store, and he naturally doesn't want to share it with anyone.

...

"Should I say something... the wheel of fate has begun to turn slowly?"

In the grocery store, Fang Yuan was drinking hot cocoa leisurely, but his eyes seemed to see everything.

"The idea of ​​the Great Sun Meditation is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Burning the spirit, burning yourself, burning the enemy, burning everything... If it is not such a quick method, how can you get enough to anger Aum when the dark sacrifice is completed? What about Er's power?"

He smiled lowly.

Although the great sun and the light have never been his system, but it is only a child's play to develop a light ability with the nature of the Tao of Dreams, which can accommodate thousands of people.

However, being able to work with an Outer God to make a special order, this honor, not even the entire Yugocai family, can enjoy it.

"It took a little effort to go on, you have to grow up smoothly, and give me a little surprise by the way..."

Fang Yuan smiled slightly and looked into the distance.

Through the void, he saw a few more pictures.

...

In a sewer somewhere.

Candlelight illuminated the dining table, and Hannibal was wearing a napkin, holding a knife and fork, as if he was enjoying his own candlelight dinner—if the environment around him didn't quite match.

On the edge of the dining table, there were several dead bodies, all of which were mutilated.

After eating, Hannibal wiped his mouth with a white napkin like a gentleman, as if he heard something, he couldn't help kneeling on the ground.

"More...more fear, more meat..."

"Complete...Complete the Feast of Meat!"

"The ancients... will come again, and all the dark races can walk on the earth again!"

...

On the other side, a convoy slowly drove into Kimbert City and stopped in front of an abandoned factory.

"Quick, start unloading!"

Many bodyguards got off the car, and under the order of a white-haired butler-like figure, they moved many iron boxes into the factory area.

"Okay, you all get out!"

The gray-haired old butler sent the others away, touching many iron boxes.

These boxes are very slender and heavy, and they look like... coffins?

boom!

He pried open one, and it turned out to be a girl about twenty years old with fair skin and slightly closed eyes.

At this moment, his brows moved slightly, as if he was about to wake up in the next second.

Seeing this, a gleam of joy appeared on the old butler's face, and a dagger appeared in his hand, and he stabbed it hard!

puff!

Blood splatter!

After a while, he opened another iron coffin, and inside was a layer of pitch-black soil. The old butler dripped the blood from the tip of the dagger, and he was still muttering: "The evil spirit that wanders in the dark, the one that chases the scarlet Predator, wake up... to pay tribute to the gods of darkness, start the blood ritual!"

While muttering, those iron coffins suddenly changed and made many noises.

One by one withered palms, as if breaking free from the last shackles, finally broke through the ground!