"Now, the Siren is dead, and you are also free from her spiritual domination. Theoretically, when you recall what you are about her, you will feel the uncanny valley effect from her image in your memory." said Bluebird, "Tell me, do you still love her?"

"Of course." I said without hesitation.

"It seems that the sequelae of brainwashing still exists in you..." She paused and continued, "Some people's sequelae do last longer, but this can still be cured through time."

"That's all for this matter." I don't want to continue talking about this.

She nodded and said, "Then let's talk about your parents."

"What's wrong with my parents?"

"Didn't you go to the community where you used to live in the afternoon?" This person had clearly said that he didn't follow me before, but he was accidentally exposed. She seemed to have not noticed it yet, so she continued, "Your parents don't live in that community now. Last year, they moved to another new community. I'll send you the address on my phone. If you want to reunite with them, go there."

"Thank you." I didn't expect the moving incident, and I didn't make up my mind whether to meet my parents, so I took the initiative to change the topic, "By the way, I don't know if you have seen it before, I met an old man on the road..."

I briefly talked about the previous confrontation with an old man on the road.

"That should be the 'corpse collector'." Bluebird replied.

"The corpse collector?" I asked, "Is this his nickname?"

"Yes. There is nothing wrong with him recognizing you at a glance. He used to be a law enforcement warlock in the Security Bureau."

"Once? Isn't it now?"

"You also know that although the source of the power of a warlock is a spirit body, the body is also very important." She seemed to have a little regained the feeling she explained to me in the dream before. Although everything I said was something I knew, I hope she could continue to say it in this tone. "The body is like the soil for the fruits, and the exhausted soil naturally cannot cultivate juicy fruits. Once the warlock ages, its power will naturally retreat, which is normal. Although the warlock does not have magic spells that extend youth and lifespan, whether or not it is popular or not. Or in the world of the warlock, there is no secret knowledge known to everyone. If everyone knows it, it is not called secret knowledge."

"I see."

"The corpse collector in the past was a sorcerer known for his puppet technique. After he got old, he didn't know how much of his skills were left. Now he is in a semi-retired state. Although he is still in a security bureau, he does leisure work, such as helping with the body. However, he has an uneasy son who is gambling everywhere, divorced from marriage, and doesn't even care about his grandson." She really lacked warning to me, and revealed the background of others to me in a few words. I was a little worried about whether she had any difficulties in her work.

When she mentioned the body, I remembered "it", and she continued, "Also, he said that there were murderers in the city recently, right? That probably didn't mean to criticize... maybe half of them, but there was really a murderer in the city recently."

"What?" I was surprised.

She recalled a little, and then said, "The nickname of the murderer seems to be 'Old Bone', a warlock criminal who started active two or three years ago. I heard that the weapon he often used was a thigh bone removed from the body of his former lover, and he also liked to stab people to death with this bone. Alas, this sounds like a perverted murderer. Those screenwriters who want to make horror movies may like this topic. I feel that the food is becoming unpalatable just by talking about it."

"..." I looked at her speechlessly, and she seemed to have not reacted yet. There was a perverted murderer here, sitting opposite the table and eating with her.

She continued the topic without consciously.

"Then he was still a very difficult guy to catch. He was not strong, but he was first-class in running away. Many people who were more capable than him were unable to catch him." She said, "He killed many people with very cruel methods, and dozens of people have been killed so far. When it comes to his worst nature, he likes to attack people related to the Security Bureau, such as the family of the law enforcement warlock, perhaps he had any grudges with the Security Bureau a long time ago. If someone had not provided clues of sighting anonymously this morning, we wouldn't have known that this guy had already come to Liucheng. He must be caught as soon as possible, otherwise he would not know whose family members in the bureau would be attacked."

"So that's it..." Hearing this, I unconsciously entered the perspective of a fugitive criminal, imagining myself traveling or lurking between the streets and alleys just to avoid the team of law enforcement warlocks chasing behind me. This kind of natural imagination probably comes from this position I had not long ago. When I thought about it, I felt kind to the murderer.

Even I couldn't help but feel kindness, which shows that I was a person who was more innocent than death.

So I said, “Is there anything I can help with?”

"You're starting again. It's the same in your dreams. You love to go to dangerous places." She couldn't help but laugh, and seemed to react again. She coughed a little, and returned to a tone of a sense of distance. "Well... you have lost your strength now. It's just a matter of asking for trouble for your opponent with a warlock. I suggest you don't come over here. It's better to live a normal life honestly."

I changed the topic, "When talking about dreams, have you found out about the insider you mentioned before?"

Last time, it was because of the "insider" in the Security Bureau that the dream used to treat me was so deteriorated. However, it was called "insider", but from the perspective of normal people, the person who broke my treatment plan was better than the righteous.

I don’t know how many people are harmed by me, and I don’t know how many people hate me in secret. Even if I target my life, it’s nothing strange. Even the interrogator told me that there are still some voices in the Security Bureau that think I am guilty. The previous corpse collector is probably one of them, and the "insider" is probably the same.

But I am still curious about who the "insider" is. Is it possible that it is Rensai? In the dream, Rensai told me that she is my partner. No matter what happens, she will always stand firmly by your side... This must be something nonsense, but if you say this to me, I can't help but care about her.

"It has not been found out yet, and the bureau is not enthusiastic about investigating this matter. Maybe it can't be found out..." She shook her head in disappointment, then took out a gray bracelet from her bag and put it in front of me.

I picked it up, "What is this?"

"Location bracelet," she said, "has also an alarm function."

"Call the police?"

Could it be that when I attack someone, this thing would call the police and ask someone to arrest me... I reflexively applied to the perpetrator's position.

"When you realize the hidden things, the hidden things also realize you." She habitually took out the posture of being a good teacher in front of me. "Since you wandered with the sirens... or, since you gained extraordinary awareness with the support of the sirens, you must have summarized this rule. Strange events that you have never heard of before are always witnessed by yourself, and people with amazing powers appear in front of you one after another... Yes, those are not pure accidents. We are always prone to encounter each other and secret events. This is the fate that people with extraordinary awareness must bear."

"So did this bracelet urgently ask for help when I encountered a secret incident?" I said, "I remembered it... I seemed to have seen this kind of thing elsewhere before, but the styles were different."

"This is for those who are more aware than ordinary people but live a normal life. The styles are different because of different regions. I heard that some places give rings or pendants." She said, "Of course, the target of the police is not the normal police, but the local security bureau and the law enforcement warlocks near you."

"So that's it..." I nodded, "Can I ask another question?"

“What’s the problem?”

"Where is the body of 'it'... now?" I finally couldn't help asking.

She knew who I was asking, “It has been cremated.”

In other words, it is already a ball of ashes.

I understood that even if I saw the body, it would be meaningless. Maybe I could have lost my heart now.

The blue bird urged me to put on the gray bracelet with my eyes, and I put it on without any grudges.

"I hope there won't be a day when the alarm function is used," I said.

But just two days later, this gadget came in handy.

That evening, I saw Blue Bird again, which was in a fast restaurant on the street. This time she brought me some psychological test questions. I heard that it is also the supervisor's job. Not only do I have to regularly check my current life and activity routes, but also regularly check my mental health and report to my superiors.

Having said that, the psychologist of the Security Bureau has already identified my psychology, so when it was Qingniao's turn, there were only some simple psychological test questions, and even she, a psychology novices, could be responsible for it. In her words, this is a process, and it doesn't matter whether she does it or not, and it doesn't matter if she doesn't want to answer the questions, and she can fool her.

But I still like to do psychological test questions. There are occasionally tests like "one hundred and twenty test questions to judge what kind of personality you are" on the Internet. For some reason, it seems that many people are very keen on this kind of thing, and I am no exception.

It would be great if writing math test papers when I was in school was as fun as writing psychological test papers.

Halfway through, Bluebird's cell phone rang.

After she listened for a while, her face became more and more serious. Finally, she said, "Okay, I'll be here now." Then she said to me: "The perverted murderer mentioned last time, someone found his trace..."

I said directly: "Go quickly."

"Okay! Sorry, I'll treat you to steak tomorrow night!" She left in a hurry.

Does this person think I will be looking forward to it as long as I treat steak? Although I am really looking forward to it.

I spent some time finishing all the remaining psychological test questions, put the paper into my backpack, picked up my black long-sleeved jacket, and left the fast food restaurant.

Speaking of which, I have a bad habit that was developed in those five years, that is, when I walk, I like to walk on the side road. It’s like novices and thieves are often suspicious. My habit of likes to walk on the side road may be caused by some guilty mentality.

When I was halfway through a dark alley, I suddenly found some blood stains on the wall next to me.

I touched it with my fingers, and it was still very fresh. Moreover, although it was just an intuition developed by experience, it seemed to be human blood. When I made this judgment, an illusion appeared in front of me: a red human-shaped illusion appeared in front of me and staggered towards the corner of the dark alley.

Such a phantom...I am not particularly unfamiliar with it.

Or anyone with superb awareness will be familiar with it.

The "awareness" that warlocks call "awareness", in a narrow sense, refers to the ability to perceive the spirituality and spiritual bodies in nature; in a broad sense, refers to the ability to perceive all "hidden things".

A sorcerer with superb awareness can read information about past history by touching spiritual matter, and this phenomenon of reading information tends to be presented to the sorcerer's consciousness in the form of hallucinations or auditory hallucinations.

Although I am not a warlock, I used to have the awareness that I could compete with a warlock, so I occasionally encountered this incredible phenomenon.

Now, after losing "it", although my awareness has declined significantly, it is still at an extraordinary level. It is not surprising that this phenomenon is triggered by chance.

For example, now, I touched the fresh blood on the wall, so I could visualize the figure of the blood master who passed by here just now. However, this special ability is not very stable, and it is difficult to use it consciously. There must be people in the Security Bureau who understand this craft. If it were a wild way like me, I would have to look at the luck like now.

Seeing the red phantom staggering across the corner, I followed it up. As for whether there would be any danger, I also had concerns about this. But since someone was injured, or if he was in danger, I wanted to help him.

Even if you want to die, you have to die on the way to save others - my thoughts remain the same.

However, just as I was also around the corner, I found that the red phantom suddenly paused.

His whole body swayed like a candle in the wind, and then exploded and decomposed on the spot, changed color and reorganized into a black fog vortex. A beast suddenly rushed out of it, which seemed to be a twisted and broken beast that roughly spliced ​​the limbs of several different types of animals together.

For a moment, I understood my situation.

My hallucination was possessed by a demon!

The devil rushed towards me.

Without hesitation, I activated the "ashes" in my body. At this moment, I felt my consciousness speed suddenly rise and my perception became extremely sharp. Now, if I punch it out, maybe I will directly punch the torso in the opposite direction.

But whether it is compared to myself when I was a demon or when I was holding the Siren blade in my dream, this level of combat power is insignificant.

Having said that, it is enough to deal with this level of crisis in front of you.

I skillfully slid off the demon's attack route and hit his head with my fist.

However, as my fist hit the target, an extremely sharp murderous intent rose behind me, and he was assassinating coldly at my heart.

In my feeling, this murderous intent seemed to have been waiting for a long time before it suddenly broke out.

I was ambushed!
Chapter completed!