Late at night.
Inside the bedroom, it was pitch black.
The Red Light of the Neon Lights lamp in the distance is projected from the window, illuminating the face with varying brightness.
Fang Cheng is sitting at the desk, looking at two pieces of Postcard.
The patterns printed on the front are different, one is a scenic spot and the other is a cartoon character.
I guess I bought it casually from the store.
Turning over the back, you can see two lines of weird characters written in almost the same handwriting.
And the sender's name and address were not filled in.
Obviously, these two Postcard are made by the same person.
Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, passing over two messages written to the recipient one after another.
"I hope I have the pleasure of listening to your voice..."
"Are you afraid of me?"
The two sentences contain completely different meanings.
The previous sentence contains the temptation and caution of first meeting.
The latter sentence seems to have a bit more irritation and disdain.
And.
Under the words "Are you afraid of me?", there is a cartoon smiling face.
Although the painter looks very childish, Fang Cheng feels a sense of déjà vu from it.
The raised corners of the smiling face vaguely overlapped with a face deep in Memory.
Click!
A scene suddenly emerged from my mind.
The rain was heavy and there was lightning.
The screams of the victims and the figures running wildly in the heavy rain.
The face covered by the raincoat Hood, when lifted up, revealed a pair of strange and shining eyes.
Two lines of sight intertwined and touched in the rainy night.
The face also grinned upward with the corners of its mouth, smiling in greeting.
"Hu--"
Fang Cheng took out a breath, frowned slightly, and whispered to himself:
"Is he the murderer who caused the hotel tragedy?"
While meditating, my fingertips unconsciously turned the pen on the desk.
The person who sent Postcard seems to be eager to get in touch with him and have some kind of communication.
And Fang Cheng actually really wants to know what the other party's intentions are.
Nothing more.
In the past, I had not been deeply involved in Mental Domain, and I was considered a pure layman.
For safety reasons, I did not choose to open that door and contact the guy who sent Postcard.
Under the circumstances, this was a wise move.
But now, the situation is different.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but guess.
Does the other party send out invitations twice in a row as a warning or threat?
If you choose to refuse again, what will happen next?
Fang Cheng cannot be sure of all this.
After all, the other person is hiding in the dark, while you are relatively exposed in the light.
"..."
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately put down the pen in his hand.
With restrained eyes, he looked at the burning "Lamp Flame" in his mind.
The person I am today is completely different from before.
Meditation Skill successfully started, and was promoted to Expert Level, giving birth to Spirituality Fire, which has wonderful effects.
In addition, Spirit Attribute, which broke through 40-point Threshold, should not be much worse than those Mental Ability User.
"Then, let's give it a try."
After carefully weighing and making a decision, Fang Cheng's eyes immediately fell on the strange string of characters.
Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and quickly entered the Meditation state.
After waiting for Entering Samadhi, his lips moved slightly and he read out the extremely awkward sentence Incantation fluently.
"Om, ah, mi, ma, wow, sha, moo..."
As Incantation was recited word by word, it echoed clearly in the air.
The scene around me seemed to be moving forward and backwards rapidly.
At the same time, countless noises came to my ears like waves.
The rustling and extremely noisy voices filled my ears.
Just like the radio frequency, it quickly returns to normal, like the tide disappears quickly.
Fang Cheng was calm and observed his surroundings.
The small bedroom was completely shrouded in darkness.
Look around.
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
In the field of vision, apart from the tiny light spots twinkling like stars, there is an endless Black Mist that covers the entire world.
Empty, silent, ethereal.
It feels like you are at the end of the world. If you take another step forward, you will fall into a deeper and darker Abyss, where countless evil things are hidden.
Even Fang Cheng now has a whopping 43 points from Spirit Attribute.
The sight still cannot completely penetrate the slowly flowing and extremely thick Black Mist.
When I first set foot here, Fang Cheng felt an indescribable feeling of shock.
But after systematic Meditation study and practical practice, I entered here again and I already had some understanding.
If the world of Subconscious Mind is divided into hierarchies.
This special Spiritual Space at the moment should be located at the connection point between the person's Subconscious Mind and conscious consciousness, and it is a transitional level.
This is the level that many ordinary people can reach accidentally when they dream of Qingming Festival.
As long as Spirit Attribute meets the standards, there is no need to perform Meditation. You can enter and exit smoothly through some Medium used for communication.
And the Medium that I have now is exactly the string of characters on Postcard that looks like Voice Password.
With this in mind, Fang Cheng gathered his thoughts and locked onto the looming target not far away.
In the blink of an eye, the figure appeared in front of a slightly faint light spot.
Looking up at Carved Gate, Fang Cheng whispered "Voice Password" in his mouth.
At this moment, if you watch it from a distance.
As the door slowly opened, two similar light spots gradually approached and finally merged while floating.
Xiguan Suburbs, inside a Church.
The lights went out and it was dark and silent.
It was late at night, but in front of Chapel's podium, there was a figure of a man kneeling in prayer.
Wearing a black sportswear and baseball cap, he clasped his hands and lowered his head while muttering, looking extremely pious.
The faint moonlight leaked in from the colorful Glass window like flowing water, slightly illuminating the pointed arch dome and the solemn four walls.
There are religious-themed murals painted on it, and you can vaguely see the scene of the Doomsday Judgment in which the devil and the apostles fight.
The suffering god hanging on Cross lowered his eyes and stared silently at the believers kneeling in front of him.
However.
Just below such a solemn and sacred space, there is a terrifying scene like hell.
More than a dozen dead people lay scattered in a pool of blood, with distorted faces and mutilated limbs.
A bloody stench emanated, filling Chapel.
"How is it?"
The man in prayer suddenly raised his head, looked directly at the God hanging on Cross, and asked:
"Didn't I always beg you not to let me turn into a monster?"
"Now, you see, since you can't even save your own believers, how can you be qualified to be called God!"
The moonlight was faint, revealing his blood-stained face and the slightly raised corners of his mouth.
"I will continue to judge your unfaithful followers until you are willing to show mercy and respond to me a little bit..."
The man seemed crazy, looking at the statue and muttering to himself.
Suddenly, his smile froze and his eyes shone like a penetrating beast, like a wild beast that accidentally saw its prey.