"Now that the Siren is dead, you are also freed from her mental control. Theoretically, when you recall things about her, you will feel the uncanny valley effect from her image in your memory." Jade Bird said.

, "Tell me, do you still love her?"

"Of course." I said without hesitation.

"It seems that the sequelae of brainwashing still exist in you..." She paused and continued, "Some people's sequelae do last for a long time, but they can still be cured through time."

"Let's stop talking about this first." I don't want to continue talking about this.

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

"What happened to my parents?"

"Didn't you go to the community where you used to live in the afternoon?" This person had clearly said before that she would not follow me, but now she accidentally exposed it. She seemed not to notice, and continued, "You

My parents no longer live in that community. They moved to a new community last year. I will send you the address on my mobile phone later. If you want to reunite with them, go there."

"Thank you." I didn't expect to move, and I didn't make up my mind whether to go see my parents, so I took the initiative to change the topic, "By the way, I don't know if you saw me on the road before.

I met an old man..."

I briefly recounted the confrontation I had with an old man on the road.

"That should be the 'corpse collector'." Qingniao answered.

"The Body Collector?" I asked, "Is that his nickname?"

"Yes. There's nothing wrong with him recognizing you at a glance. He used to be a law enforcement wizard of the Security Bureau."

"Once? Not now?"

"You also know that although the source of a warlock's power is the spirit body, the physical body is also very important." She seemed to have regained the feeling of explaining to me in the dream. Although she was talking about things I knew, I hope

She could continue to say in this tone, "The flesh is to the spirit body, just like the soil is to the fruit, and depleted soil will naturally not be able to cultivate juicy fruits. Once a warlock ages, his power will naturally recede. This is no longer the case.

It's normal. Although warlocks don't have spells that extend youth and lifespan, whether they have them and whether they are popular or not are two different things. In other words, in the world of warlocks, there is no secret knowledge that everyone knows.

If so, it wouldn’t be called secret knowledge.”

"I see."

"In the past, the corpse collector was a warlock who was famous for his puppetry skills. When a person gets old, he doesn't know how much of his previous skills are left. Now he is semi-retired. Although he is still in the Security Bureau, he does everything

He works leisurely, such as helping to dispose of remains. However, he also has a careless son who gambles money everywhere. He is divorced and doesn't even care about his grandson." She was really unwary of me and treated others with just a few words.

When her background was revealed to me, I was a little worried about whether she would have difficulties at work.

When she mentioned the body, I thought of "it", and she continued, "Also, he said there were murderers in the city recently, right? That probably didn't refer to Sang Shuhuai... Maybe there was.

Half yes, but there is really a murderer in the city recently."

"What?" I was surprised.

She recalled for a moment, and then said: "The murderer's nickname seems to be 'Old Bone'. He is a warlock criminal who became active two or three years ago. I heard that the murder weapon he often uses comes from his former lover."

The thigh bone removed from the body also likes to use this bone to stab people to death. Hey, this sounds like a perverted murderer. Screenwriters who want to make horror movies may like this kind of topic. I am just talking here.

When I wake up, I feel like the food is going to be unpalatable.”

"..." I looked at her speechlessly, but she didn't seem to realize that there happened to be a perverted murderer here too, and he was sitting across the table eating food with her.

She continued the topic without realizing it.

"Then he is a very difficult guy to catch. He is not very strong, but he is very good at escaping. Many people who are more skilled than him have failed to catch him," she said. "He has killed many people with very cruel methods.

Dozens of people have been killed so far. As for his worst nature, he likes to attack people related to the Security Bureau, such as family members of law enforcement warlocks. Perhaps he had some grudge against the Security Bureau a long time ago.

If someone had anonymously provided witness clues this morning, we wouldn't have known that this guy had already come to Liucheng. We must catch him as soon as possible, otherwise we don't know whose family members in the bureau will be attacked."

"That's it..." After hearing this, I unconsciously assumed the perspective of a fugitive criminal, imagining myself shuttling or lurking in the streets and alleys, just to avoid the team of law enforcement warlocks chasing behind me. This feeling came naturally to me.

My imagination probably stems from the fact that I was in this position not long ago. Thinking like this, I actually felt kindred towards the murderer.

Even I can't help but feel friendly. It's obvious that he is a person who deserves to die.

So I just said, "How can I help?"

"You've started again. It's the same in dreams, you like to go to dangerous places." She couldn't help but laugh, and then seemed to react, coughing slightly, and returned to a distant tone, "Well...

You have lost your power now, and being against a warlock is simply asking for trouble. I suggest you not get involved and live a normal life honestly."

I changed the subject, "Speaking of dreams, have you found out about the mole you mentioned before?"

Last time, it was because there was a "ghost" in the security bureau, so the dreams used to treat me were so greatly deteriorated. However, saying it was a "ghost", but from a normal person's point of view, it was disturbing.

The person who planned my treatment might as well be said to be a righteous person.

I don’t know how many people have been harmed by me, and I don’t know how many people secretly hate me. It’s not surprising even if they are targeting my life. Even the interrogator told me that some people in the Security Bureau still think that I am

The guilty voice, the former corpse collector is most likely one of them, and the "ghost" is probably the same.

But I am still curious about the identity of the "ghost". Is it possible that it is really Ren Sai? Ren Sai in the dream told me that she is my partner and will always stand firm no matter what the situation is.

By your side... This must have been said casually, but since you said it to me, it is inevitable that I can't help but care about her.

"It hasn't been found out yet, and the bureau is not enthusiastic about investigating the 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 and said, "What is this?"

"The positioning bracelet," she said, "also has an alarm function."

"Call the police?"

Could it be that when I attack others, this thing will call the police and ask people to arrest me...I reflexively assumed the position of the perpetrator.

"When you are aware of the hidden thing, the hidden thing is also aware of you." She habitually took on the posture of being a teacher in front of me, "Ever since you wandered with the sea monster...or, since

After you gained extraordinary awareness with the support of the Kraken, you must have concluded this rule. Strange events that you have never heard of before are always witnessed by you, and people with amazing powers come one after another.

Appeared in front of me... Yes, those are not purely accidental. We are always prone to encounter each other, and it is also easy to encounter secret events. This is the fate that people with extraordinary awareness must bear. "

"So is this bracelet an emergency call for help when I encounter a secret incident?" I said, "I remembered... I seem to have seen this kind of thing in other places before, but the style is different."

"This is for people who are more aware than ordinary people but still live a normal life. The styles are different because of different regions. I heard that some places still give rings or pendants." She said, "Call the police.

Of course, the target is not the normal police, but the local security bureau and the law enforcement wizards near you."

"I see..." I nodded, "Can I ask another question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Where is 'its' body now?" I finally couldn't help but ask.

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

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

I also understood that even if I saw the body, it would be meaningless. Maybe I could give up this idea now.

Blue Bird urged me to put on the gray bracelet with his eyes, and I put it on without any hesitation.

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

But only in the past two days, this gadget has come in handy.

That evening, I met Jade Bird again, at a street fast food restaurant. This time she brought some psychological test questions to me. I heard that it was also the job of a supervisor, not only to regularly check my life and activities.

route, and also check my mental health regularly and report it to my superiors.

Having said that, the psychological analysts of the Security Bureau have already assessed my psychology, so when it was Jade Bird's turn, there were only some simple psychological test questions, and even she, a novice in psychology, could take charge of it.

In her words, this is just a process. It doesn't matter whether you do it or not. It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer the questions. She can also fool through it.

But I still like to take psychological test questions. Occasionally there are tests like "one hundred and twenty test questions to determine your personality" on the Internet. For some reason, many people seem to be quite keen on it.

This kind of thing, myself is no exception.

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

Only halfway through, Qade Bird's cell phone buzzed.

After she connected, she listened for a while, her face became more and more serious, and finally she said "Okay, I'll be there soon", and then said to me: "The perverted murderer mentioned last time, someone found his traces...

"

I said directly: "Go quickly."

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

Does this person think that as long as he invites me to eat steak, I will look forward to it? Although I do look forward to it.

I spent some time to finish all the remaining psychological test questions, put the papers 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 I developed during those five years, that is, I like to take the wrong path when walking. Just like a rookie thief who often behaves suspiciously, my habit of liking to take the wrong path

Maybe it's also some kind of guilty conscience at work.

When I was walking halfway down a dark alley, I suddenly noticed 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 through experience, it seemed to be human blood. When I made this judgment, an illusion appeared in front of my eyes: a red human-shaped phantom.

Appeared in front of me, and staggered towards the corner of the dark alley.

Such phantoms... are not particularly unfamiliar to me.
To be continued...