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CHAPTER 3: NAME IS SOMETHING

Gwen took out the mechanical heart from the female corpse and stuffed it into her empty chest.

The next moment, a warm feeling flowed out of his chest.

His unconscious fingers and toes felt a little bit of warmth, and his consciousness, spirit, and soul all came back. It was like walking in knee-deep snow for an hour before returning to a room with the heater turned on and a warm fire.

A strange power emerged from the machine's heart, and fragments of five memories began to emerge continuously. In his mind, he could not tell for a moment whether the consciousness of his body was 'I' or 'Gwen'.

Or maybe it was the 'Mind Flayer'. But this chaos only lasted for less than a few seconds. The five memory fragments, which were missing a lot of clues, finally converged into a few simple words:

"Gwen the Mind Flayer on the Train."

This sentence is very simple, but when Gwen said it unconsciously from her mouth, she felt that the non-existent heart seemed to be backed up by some kind of force. The warm source of power coming out of the machine's heart resisted it.

It felt as cold as a tarsal bone. At the same time, signs of blurry double images began to appear in the field of vision.

Gwen took a deep breath and noticed that the female corpse in front of him was looking at him.

The eyes under the closed eyelids seemed to still have vision and perception.

those eyes,

The dead closed their eyes,

"Looking at my...heart?"

Even the hungry little bear and the angry big cat that he encountered in the wild before crossing did not give him such a sense of crisis. It was as if he was being targeted by some kind of shotgun that could knock down the elephant with one shot.

, and it’s not one shot, it’s hundreds of shots.

At the same time, five different voices murmured in his mind, and the chaotic and complex memories and knowledge of the five corpses, including his own, flooded into his brain, almost contradicting themselves.

[That's a curse...] [It's a legend on the train...] [It's a story...]

Among the noisy voices, a very light and tired girl's voice said in a calm tone that was different from others' hidden fear or panic:

[The name is the curse, and among the phenomena created by the source of power, there is this technique of ‘being cursed when you pronounce the name’. 】

[...It is an extremely high-level source of power technology, echoed from the strange stories in a certain carriage of the country on this train. In 1903, during the frost season, a witness report on the corpse revealed the story that has lasted for 17 years to the present.

Disgusting serial murder case, Mind Flayer Gwen, that's what they call her. If you connect 'Mind Flayer Gwen' with 'a certain scene', the remaining source of the ghost story will be triggered, and the speaker's

Take away the heart.】

When you say a name and a location, will the mind flayer come to your door?

"It's really bad."

Gwen heard his mechanical heart begin to make an overwhelmed sound, but at this time he had regained his composure and could resist the power of Yuanli. Only Yuanli. There were many more memories of hard training in his memory, which came from those four

Five corpses, including himself, had memories of the 'exercise of source power' coming back to them.

Through mystical rituals, Source Power practitioners allow the scenery in their hearts to clearly appear in their minds, and then use this 'spiritual portrayal' to obtain the seeds of Source Power, and strengthen them through repeated training. Here is the literal

The simplest way to obtain source power.

But since it is a public training material, there are still relatively few people who can become source power envoys.

Three out of five people failed.

The only two winners are the current Gwen, and the true identity of "Gwen No. 2" in the gorgeous coffin, which is the "Carrier of the Mind Flayer".

At the same time, the successful experiences of these two people were instilled in his mind.

With twice the training experience, Gwen felt that the source of power in the mechanical heart in her chest was running more smoothly.

For a moment, a terrifying pain came from his chest, like a cramp and being forced to run at the same time. He put his hands on his chest and lowered his head, only to find that the huge opening in his chest had been closed at some point.

A heart, a mechanical heart, begins to beat.

Boom, boom, boom——

"So that's it."

When the source power is awakened, visions will appear.

Gwen covered her eyes with her hands and looked sideways at the only mirror in the room.

That’s a face that’s almost identical to the ‘Mind Flayer’!

White is not pale, delicate but not charming, and a handsome face. These are just ordinary. What really matters is the eyes. The original color cannot be seen at all, but like a ball frozen in a crystal ball.

blue flames.

The world before my eyes suddenly changed.

A cloud of black suddenly enveloped the surroundings, and Gwen was shocked to find himself in a vast starry sky. Countless fluorescent leaves were swept by the storm, blocking his vision, and were immediately blown away.

The next moment, he saw the scenery in his heart, the harbor and abstract symbol of his soul.

A huge tree appeared in front of him, with leaves falling like fireflies, and glowing vines hanging from the branches. There were numerous 'cats' that looked like balls of hair but were glowing.

Perched on a tree. A weak but warm campfire was lit in front of the tree. Around the campfire, there were five oil paintings with stone cat statues standing on them. The surface of the paintings was covered by gray-white mist.

Only one painting was not obscured by the fog.

There is a picture on it of a young teenager who looks almost like a mind flayer. He has a cute smile, holding a medical book in his hands, and looking at everything in the study curiously with his blue eyes.

He seemed to sense Gwen's gaze.

He looked over, raised his eyebrows in surprise, narrowed his eyes in a smile, and curved his lips not quite like a boy, uttering a silent sentence:

"Thank you, Mind Flayer."

...The firelight of this spiritual haven gradually dimmed. Gwen looked at this peaceful place getting further and further away, feeling reluctance in her heart.

Opening her eyes, Gwen returned to reality.

"I totally understand."

Gwen clutched her chest. The mind flayer's curse had been dispelled by his source power, but her heart was still filled with a sense of lack.

A picture emerged in his memory:

[Mind Flayer Gwen fell to the ground. The body that had long since died and was controlled by 'Ghost Story' began to wither. An old man used some kind of cloth to 'seal' it, preventing the corpse from decaying and simultaneously separating the ghost story.

After sealing it on the corpse, he murmured to himself, "The main body of the ghost story has been obtained. Although it is a murder puppet with flaws, it is also a top-notch murder puppet"...]

Gwen looked at the old man's body and sighed, "So it was you who protected everyone under the Mind Flayer?" If Shang hadn't kidnapped four innocent people with a long-planned plan, I'm afraid this old man would still be considered a murderer.

A person who did no good deeds unintentionally. But unfortunately, Gwen inherited the mind flayer's original ability "Skin Speech", which allowed him to see how many innocent people this old thing had killed.

So many…

Even the mind flayer's instinct is to think, 'You are so good at killing, why are you coming to find me?'

Of course, this is just the 'instinct words' of the mind flayer's instinct. The mind flayer Gwen created will naturally not be used in something as easy as 'killing ordinary people'. The mind flayer will be used in '

Assassin' for this purpose.

What Gwen can know is that there are many obvious 'camouflage skills' and 'assassination skills' in his broken memories, which are probably stuffed in by playing with memories. Since he has already played with the restricted area of ​​life, he might as well try again

Explore the ethically forbidden territory of memory. I'm afraid this old guy may die tens of millions of times and it won't be enough.

On the desk in this laboratory, there are work memos that are not diaries.

There are no topics like this old guy’s dreams, hobbies, and philosophy written in it, but cold data and some records:

"...The mechanical heart needs source power to drive it. The most convenient source power comes from the heart of 'humanoid creature'. If daily consumption is maintained...killing one to two per day...is enough."

"...the orphanage carriages and relief shelter carriages on the train have a lot of materials."

"... If you want it to develop and create source power like a normal person, you can use the heart of a source force envoy. One heart can last for about 90 days... I found some easy source force envoys... the list provided by the society."

"...Some idiots only need to threaten with mortal lives, and they will obey."

"..."

Even Gwen couldn't suppress the nausea in her heart.

Sure enough, this old guy is no longer a human being, and actually uses the word "only" to describe human beings.

...but he endured it and quickly flipped through the memo, recording three important clues.

First, how to make ‘diesel’.

Second, the list and location of the source of power is not because he wants to hunt these people, but because he wants to use these people to obtain the "evil" that even if he cuts open his chest and makes a roast goose, others will only applaud.

"The list and clues of the happy source of power", based on his knowledge, wouldn't there be a creature lying down at his feet if he doesn't regard his fellow creatures as human beings after gaining some power?

This one has a lifespan of 90 days.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile happily:

"Old man, I didn't expect you to be the first beast to be made into diesel fuel."

Third, the safe password.

...Yes, the password to the safe. Gwen knew that this was a different world and had no experience in living in a different world, but he believed! If he had a certain amount of money, even if he knew nothing about this world, he could be like

The girl from the Tomb Sect who doesn’t eat the fireworks of the world usually uses money to make a way!


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