"Instigate a city-level factional war with a death toll of no less than six hundred and sixty-six people?"
Ye Feifei's face turned pale, even terrified, as she listened to Little Lin's explanation.
She was a wealthy heiress, raised in a privileged environnt. Although she had been sent to the Foundation's Supernatural Affairs Investigation Group base due to her own special circumstances and had seen many docunts about demons, she still lived too comfortably. She had never encountered vicious and crazy demon worshippers, nor experienced the fear of being attacked by corrupted monsters or nomadic cults.
She even believed in her heart that this was a peaceful and stable life.
So she couldn't understand what a ritual that required instigating a war between two cities and causing over six hundred deaths ant.
A street piled with corpses?
Countless broken families?
Innurable houses subrged in blood and flas?
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This was indeed a terrifying ritual, truly deserving of the prefix "demonic".
"No superhuman likes to ascend..."
Brother Little Lin sighed lightly at this point, explaining softly while drawing his pecking chick picture:
"Except for a few madn."
"Because each step of ascension ans being more deeply influenced by demonic power, also aning you're one step closer to becoming a demon. Many tis, during the ascension process, you'll hear demonic whispers, easily losing your sanity."
"So, the ascension ritual is sothing everyone fears and even tries hard to avoid. Only those crazy demon worshippers actively prepare for ascension rituals. For the sake of demonic rituals, they not only harm others and instigate wars, but sotis so madn even complete excessive ascension tasks before the actual ritual..."
"Normal people, on the contrary, try to minimize the use of demonic power to avoid it becoming too active..."
"Because each use of demonic power makes it a bit more active."
"Only demon fanatics or madn eagerly crave demonic whispers."
"As ti passes, it becos more and more active, so even if you never use it, it will gradually revive."
"Usually, we rely on the Foundation's stabilizers to slow down the activity of demonic power, to suppress our own demonic power. But unfortunately, stabilizers aren't omnipotent. Their effectiveness gradually decreases with increased use."
"Sister Lucky is upset about this point. The captain has given many doses to his friend already."
"Now the effect of the stabilizer is probably minimal, equivalent to wasting it. The captain just doesn't want to watch his friend die."
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Ye Feifei hadn't expected the captain to have this side, her heart slightly dimd.
Wei Wei's expression also seed a bit gloomy, sighing lightly in his heart: "If that's the case, why not kill him in advance?"
He's already suffering greatly, and his demonic power can't be suppressed. He's determined not to prepare for the ascension ritual. This is a person worthy of respect, right? But because of this, the fate awaiting him is only corruption. So why not kill him before he becos corrupted? Perhaps this is the only way to optimally solve the problem?
As for the ascension ritual Little Lin described, he didn't have any particular feelings about it.
Little Lin described the ascension ritual as too difficult, or perhaps it was because the captain's old friend's rank was too high.
In fact, ascension rituals aren't necessarily that difficult.
On the contrary, in the early stages of the sequence, the difficulty of ascension rituals is very low.
So low that it's like a temptation...
For example, the content of his third state ascension ritual had already appeared countless tis in his dreams.
Where does it need fanatics to complete excess ascension requirents?
Clearly, just working a few extra shifts would do it...
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Although Little Lin's explanation made both Wei Wei and Ye Feifei feel a bit down, they subconsciously started paying attention to Captain Ouyang.
Captain Ouyang also seed very upset. He walked to the door several tis, seemingly wanting to explain to Sister Lucky, but hesitated at the doorway. After several monts of indecision, he still strode out, stepping on the stairs, preparing to go upstairs. However, just as he stepped on the first step, he heard a thud. Sister Lucky directly threw down a black box.
Captain Ouyang was startled, catching it nervously.
"The injections we all deserve have been set aside. This box is full of yours."
Sister Lucky said coldly from the second floor: "If you want to give them away, go ahead. When you hear demonic whispers yourself, don't co looking for us."
After saying this, she quickly turned back, slamming the door shut.
Captain Ouyang looked embarrassed, running his hand through his hair, then turned to look at the courtyard.
Wei Wei and Ye Feifei imdiately sat up straight, pretending to be seriously discussing work.
"You all work seriously. If there's nothing else, get off work early."
After a while, Captain Ouyang still ca out of the office. He looked like he had combed his hair again, applied hair gel, put on a three-piece suit, and even carried a cane. If soone t him on the street without knowing, they might think he was a representative of so big consortium. He seed to want to give a few more instructions before leaving, to show his authority as the captain, but no one in the courtyard paid him any attention.
Only Wei Wei and Ye Feifei straightened their backs and responded seriously: "Understood, Captain."
Captain Ouyang looked at them disdainfully, tucked the box under his arm, waved his hand, and left.
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Wei Wei stayed at the security office until noon, eating a small bowl of fried sauce noodles with Brother Zhu Zai.
After helping Brother Zhu Zai wash the dishes, he found there was really nothing else to do.
Looking at the empty courtyard, now the most bored people in the whole team were him and Ye Feifei.
Ye Feifei had just made a big achievent yesterday and didn't want to go on patrol. She sat cross-legged on a stone bench drinking tea.
Wei Wei had just arrived and hadn't found anything to pass the ti.
Seeing Ye Feifei eager to chat with him, Wei Wei really couldn't muster any interest.
There wasn't anything he needed her for recently.
After sitting idly for a while, Wei Wei made a bold decision, turning to look at Little Lin who was painting:
"Brother Little Lin, if there's nothing to do today, can I go back first?"
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"Whoosh!"
Both Little Lin and Brother Zhu Zai, who was picking vegetables nearby, turned their heads to look at him, their eyes surprised.
"Well, the house isn't finished painting yet..."
Wei Wei felt a bit guilty. It was only his second day at work, and he was already skipping out early. It really wasn't good.
Little Lin stared at him for a good while before saying: "Just go if you want..."
"Why do you need to tell us in advance?"
"This kind of bad habit really shouldn't be brought to the team..."
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Wei Wei felt deeply ashad and sincerely expressed that it would never happen again.
After he left, the others continued doing their own things. After a while, they looked up at each other, actually feeling sowhat confused. The new mber's unique preference for living environnt had already spread throughout the team.
Everyone found it strange, but because they weren't close enough yet, they couldn't discuss such a deep topic.
Seeing Wei Wei leave early, Little Lin couldn't help but stop his brush again, frowning:
"I'm not soone who likes to pry into others' privacy, but..."
"Why does he want to live in that house?"
"And paint it such a... festive color?"
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Wei Wei felt this was normal!
An old house always needs to be fixed up before moving in, especially for soone like Wei Wei who has such high requirents for living experience.
On the way back, he went to a renovation store and got several buckets of even brighter colored paint, bought a box of nails, and a few low-watt light bulbs. After careful planning, he took his limited money and went to Scrap Iron City's high-end mall, buying an expensive white tablecloth, several sets of silver cutlery, and exquisite white porcelain plates.
He decorated very seriously.
The four walls of Room 302 were all painted a bright red by him. Lying on the bed, one could see a sea of blood.
On the walls, he also outlined several human-shaped fras with white li. So were lying on the sofa, so on the floor, so split into two. The style was simple yet twisted, with a strong death the, very much like postmodern art.
Even in the middle of the room, he replaced the dark purple round table.
Wei Wei placed a white tablecloth on the round table, a set of silver cutlery, and a glass.
He sat at the round table and had a al, expressing satisfaction.
Yes, this was the style those people pursued before, bringing such nightmares into reality.
So, he returned to this nightmare, living in this nightmare.
It's good, very comfortable.
The only thing lacking was the bare light fixture above.
It seed that a hook was missing here. Otherwise, where would his old friend sit when invited over?
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At night, he slept in the newly painted house.
The bright red surroundings and the dim bulb in the center gave him great satisfaction.
He fell asleep in this satisfaction.
In his dreams, soone broke into this room, wanting to catch him and complete their sacrifice. He caught them and, using the gentlest thod, found out about the mastermind behind it all, turning him into a sieve. In other dreams, he saw people lingering hesitantly outside the house, so he rushed down, finally caught the mastermind, and hung him on an iron hook...
In so dreams, soone ca to this house and burned him alive...
There were even people who hung him up like they did to little Qi Qi before, cutting his flesh bit by bit...
Every ending was so pleasant...
Wei Wei in his sleep couldn't help but laugh out loud.
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Ah, I'm really worried you won't be able to find .
This way, I won't be able to find you...
Changing "Xiao Lin "to "Little Lin" from now on
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