"Error...and horror?"

Nietzsche's eyes were a little lost.

"It's the pollution of ghouls... After several confirmations, we finally found that when the deaths of ghouls are piled up to a certain number, it will have an impact on the people present around them... This may not necessarily have an effect, but undoubtedly the deeper the contact or the darker the heart is, the greater the probability of being affected..." Ryan rubbed his eyebrows: "Hannibal is an ordinary person with a complete birth and growth record and social relationship, but it is also a fact that he becomes a ghoul. There is no doubt that it is because of such pollution!"

"Polluter..." Nietzsche murmured in a low voice, knowing more about the extraordinary ability, and at the same time, he also understood that Mr. Andy, who was from the grocery store, really didn't joke with him.

Even if it is just some ghouls that seem easy to deal with, it is too terrifying for ordinary people.

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

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

Nietzsche did as he said, and immediately a doctor walked out with the test tube.

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

"Let's talk about ghouls. Hannibal, who escaped, seems to be different from ordinary ghouls..." Nietzsche said with a blank expression.

"Yes, it's very different... After the ghoul is killed, it will spread something, bacteria, viruses, or some pollution that we don't know yet... People affected by it will change, first of all, the desire for flesh and blood, and the insatiable hunger, some people like bulimia... and Hannibal undoubtedly completely accepted this change, and even became stronger!"

Ryan sighed: "Simon discovered something wrong with me first, and then the headquarters started targeted treatment... I became what you saw..."

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

"It's just diet therapy, which is much better than the sins I suffered before. You haven't seen those colleagues who failed to treat it... But my doctor told me that when this disease has not been completely cured, from now on, I must suppress my desire for binge eating in my heart every moment, especially not being able to eat meat, it's better to be a vegetarian..."

Ryan spread his palms.

"That's really...unfortunate!" Nietzsche thought of fried chicken, barbecue, and the delicious steak... Wait for a while, throw the damn steak aside first, but the punishment of not being able to eat meat for the rest of his life is really painful.

"Sir!"

At this time, another person pushed the door and it was Simon!

He was wearing a straight uniform and his messy hair was taken care of, and he looked much more vigorous and energetic. At this time, he handed a report to Ryan: "He has no problem! But now... I think he has some problems again."

While speaking, Nietzsche felt an extremely uncomfortable breath that overflowed from Simon and surged towards him.

Hiss!

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

‘He saw it? He saw my extraordinary identity!’

I don’t know why, although I was just starting out, Nietzsche felt that his perception and observation were extremely powerful, and he could even see the resentment in Simon’s eyes.

Hiss!

A large number of black snakes instantly wrapped around him, and Nietzsche's whole body numb and he couldn't move.

“What’s wrong?”

Ryan, who was sitting opposite him, saw nothing and asked curiously.

“Big Sun Meditation Method!”

In an instant, it seemed like a stress response to feeling the danger, Nietzsche seemed to see the heat waves of the desert and the sun hanging in the air.

Sizzle!

Many black snakes surrounding his body suddenly turned into smoke and dissipated rapidly.

Simon exclaimed, took a step back, and two nosebleeds came out of his nose, as if he was hit hard by someone.

"Simon, what's going on?" Ryan shouted dissatisfiedly, his voice becoming serious.

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

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

‘In the base, Ryan can mobilize dozens of people to use submachine guns to destroy me at any time…’

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

“What oil painting?”

"Vincent's oil painting of doom - dreamy! Since I went to see it with Hannibal that time, I always felt something enter my head, like a ball of fire..."

After gaining a lot of knowledge about extraordinary power from Gargwig, Angelira, and Andy, Nietzsche was able to smoothly weave a lie full of feasibility.

"Vincent's oil painting of doom? Did he leave the seeds of strength in some paintings?" Ryan touched his chin: "And some specific extraordinary seeds will only be opened and sprouted 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 for extraordinary people?" Nietzsche seized the key point.

"No! It's just the power of the extraordinary, which can better compete with it..." Ryan explained: "Then... Nietzsche, first of all, congratulations on entering the extraordinary realm. Next, are you willing to join our Federal Investigation Office?"

"Of course, this is my honor!" Nietzsche bowed slightly.

"Originally... all the new extraordinary people have to attend the training, but there are too many things happening in Kimbert City recently... We need to deal with it first!"

Ryan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Go and prepare. If you don't understand, ask Simon. I will go back with you later to deal with Hannibal and other special events..."

"Okay, boss!"

Nietzsche walked out with her body, and Simon followed closely behind.

The two walked to a corner, and Simon snapped his fingers casually, and a layer of mist that only Nietzsche could see immediately wrapped around.

"You definitely didn't get the power from your dreams... it's that grocery store, right?" Simon said in a sure tone.

"No!" Nietzsche shook his head firmly: "That's a profiteer, I've been cheated enough!"

"Is that right?" Simon was a little suspicious. He instinctively felt something was wrong, but Nietzsche's words were not flawed.

"Anyway, I still have to congratulate you!" Simon's eyes were a little sinister. The aura on Nietzsche was the type he disliked the most.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave first!"

Nietzsche smiled and took a few steps back, his palm touching the fog.

Squirt!

Suddenly, the fog was burning out like gasoline encountered by flames.

In his mind, that old Javier's grocery store has become a mysterious supply store, so naturally he would not want to share it with anyone.

...

"Should I say... 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 Great Sun Meditation Method is not as simple as it seems. Burn the spirit, burn yourself, burn your enemies, burn everything... If it weren't for such a quick method, how could you gain enough power to anger Omur when the dark sacrifice is completed?"

He smiled softly.

Although the Great Sun and Light have never been his system, the ability to develop a light with its nature of the Dream Tao Fruit is only a pediatric department.

However, even the entire Yugecai clan can enjoy this honor.

"It took a little effort to grow up smoothly and give me some surprises..."

Fang Yuan smiled slightly and looked into the distance.

Through the void, he saw several more pictures.

...

In a sewer.

The candlelight illuminates the dining table, Hannibal surrounded the napkin, holding a knife and fork, as if he was enjoying his candlelight dinner - if he ignored the environment that was not very matched around him.

On the dining table, several corpses were suddenly killed, all of which were incomplete.

After the meal, Hannibal wiped his mouth with a white napkin like a gentleman, as if he had heard something, and couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

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

"Complete...complete the feast of meat!"

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

...

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

"Quickly, start unloading!"

Many bodyguards got out of the car and moved many iron boxes into the factory under the orders of a white-haired butler.

"Okay, you all go out!"

The old white-haired housekeeper sent away the others and stroked the many iron boxes.

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

Bang!

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

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

Seeing this, a hint of joy appeared on the old housekeeper's face, and a dagger appeared on his hand, stabbing him hard!

puff!

Blood splatters!

A moment later, he opened another iron coffin, which was a layer of dark soil inside. The old housekeeper dripped the blood from the tip of the dagger blade, and murmured in his mouth: "The evil spirit wandering in the dark, chasing the scarlet hunter, wake up... and start the blood ritual to offer gifts to the dark gods!"

While murmuring, the iron coffins suddenly changed and made many sounds.

The dry palms seemed to break free from the last shackles and finally broke out of the ground!

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