Grep picked up the tal spoon from the ground and unexpectedly discovered that the end of the spoon appeared to have been sharpened, exceptionally pointed, it could completely be used as a cutting tool.
At the sa ti, a prompt sound arose by his ear.
"Congratulations, you have obtained a hidden reward, Peeping Toms Spoon. This spoon, ford from evil thoughts, is capable of transforming between consciousness and physical form."
"Evil thoughts... Are they another concept fabricated by William in the performance scene?"
Grep looked at the spoon in his hand, fiddling with it for half a mont, but he failed to achieve the so-called transformation.
When he tried to understand evil thoughts, recalling so terrible past events and wanting to kill soone, the spoon in his hand imdiately disassembled into dim particles and was absorbed into his wrist.
He could even feel a spoon that was both illusory and real embedded in his arm.
"Hmm? Isnt this real illusion a bit too realistic? I must ask William for clarification after the performance ends."
After Grep more or less figured out how to control the spoon, he imdiately laid down at the only entrance of the attic and shouted for a while, but there was no response.
He decisively took out his revolver and aid it at the position of the hidden compartnts lock.
Bang!
The bullet shot out, destroying the external locking chanism.
Just as Grep was ready to leave the attic, a buzzing noise ca, accompanied by a strong sensation of dizziness.
With a sudden widening of the "Third Eye
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