I, The Occult Painter, Draw The Truth

In the waste room in the real world, Mr. Mask gently touched the glass cover.

This is like touching some kind of warning mechanism of the pollution source of "reversing people".

At that moment, in the surrounding area, all the pollution sources "reversing people" rushed in frantically!

Mr. Mask's perception is extremely sharp.

In the first time, he noticed the abnormal movement in the surrounding area.

The smiling face on his mask did not change at all.

Open your palms.

Grab the glass cover on the spot.

The glass cover is completely closed, and the skull specimen can be taken away directly.

Grabbing the glass cover, Mr. Mask stood there and waited quietly.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the door of the waste room to be slammed open, and many figures rushed in, scrambling for each other, for fear that they would not be able to get a share of the pie.

They all walk backwards.

The limbs are twisted and bizarre, like a spider.

Under the dim light shining in from the door, Mr. Mask's smile was even more treacherous.

The dense "backward people" crowded towards Mr. Mask.

Some are nurses, some are doctors, some are patients, and their families.

Many "people" folded their arms in reverse and grabbed towards Mr. Mask.

It seems that because Mr. Mask is holding their pollution source body, they didn't even wait until they came to the front, and one by one they couldn't wait to turn their bodies and raised their heads, revealing terrifying faces...

Teeth, Teeth, Teeth...

At this moment, in front of Mr. Mask, all the teeth are shaking, densely packed, twisted and weird, it makes the scalp numb and goosebumps explode!

but!

No matter how terrifying they are, they are destined to never meet Mr. Mask.

Because the moment they rushed over, Mr. Mask retreated into the shadow plane.

The figure disappeared.

A group of "reversed people" suddenly lost their target.

Dazed and frantically turned around in place.

Its pollution source body was taken away, and it was taken to another world.

They've gone completely crazy...

Back to the shadow plane.

The face of Mr. Mask was completely empty.

The abandoned objects in the Shadow Plane were as silent and dark as ever.

Mr. Mask lifted the glass cover in his hand, and inside the glass cover was the skull specimen full of teeth.

After watching it for a while, Mr. Mask understood that this thing was just a source of pollution and did not possess any wisdom consciousness.

As for why it became a source of pollution, and why it gave birth to so many strange things, Mr. Mask couldn't guess, and of course, he didn't want to guess.

Because he took away this pollution source for another purpose.

for that purpose.

It doesn't matter what the source of this pollution is, how it came, and whether it has any other nature.

After observing the skull specimen for a while, Mr. Mask left the waste room.

Find a window, open it, and look at the indifferent giant eye of the past in the sky.

"Help me solve it."

The indifferent gaze of the Eye of the Old seemed to glance at the area where Mr. Mask was.

It has no sound transmission.

But Mr. Mask knew that at this moment, those weird people who danced and wanted to kill themselves should have been killed by the old days.

How strong is the old days.

Even Mr. Mask is unclear.

But that doesn't matter.

Because they are in the same camp.

Actually.

After Mr. Mask speaks.

In the waste room in the real world, suddenly, a blue-black tentacle appeared out of thin air.

after it appeared.

In the entire waste (abbc) abandoned object room, all the "reversed people" that were originally crazy, all stopped.

Suddenly they began to tremble and became frightened.

Although they are polluted, they have no soul will that belongs to themselves.

But an instinctive fear still makes them want to turn around and flee.

Fear, confusion, and distortion pervade their tainted souls.

But they obviously have no chance to escape.

I saw that thick blue-black tentacle, flicked slightly, and then disappeared.

Those "reversed people", at that moment, suddenly all exploded and exploded into countless fragments.

And these flesh and blood fragments were also directly ingested into the shadow plane.

From the lively place just now, the waste room became empty in a blink of an eye, and, it seemed, there was no one from the beginning to the end.

This is Wang Zha's shot.

Moreover, it was only a trivial shot.

As for why he didn't shoot before, it's still the same sentence, until the critical moment, there is no need to take the risk of exposure.

Because there is no monitoring in the waste room, and those weird "returned people" are gathered together again.

Therefore, Mr. Mask decided to let the old days clean up.

Anyway, it's easy.

He believes that the old days can definitely do things cleanly and beautifully.

After letting the old days help solve it, Mr. Mask nodded slightly towards the former, then turned around and left, returning to the ward where the Creator was.

His memory is beyond doubt.

Along the way, he encountered some of the official operations bureau task force.

Seeing those teams carefully exploring every corner of the hospital, Mr. Mask's eyes flickered.

He remembered again, the mastermind behind the horror doll incident.

That... a human male with hazel hair.

Mr. Mask's eyes flashed a cold light.

He remembered that the commander-in-chief of the task force of the operation bureau seemed to have a certain impression of the fear doll, which shows that the operation bureau should have relevant records...

certainly.

If the mysterious group can solve it on their own, then Mr. Mask would be too lazy to go to any action bureau to ask the truth.

It's just that the secret group is so secretive, how to solve this problem?

Mr. Mask thought while walking.

After thinking for a while.

Mr. Mask suddenly moved in his heart...

Doesn't Ananda Shesa have the ability to perform "psychic surgery" on the entire city?

Then let it do it again, only, instead of deleting the memory, but looking for the memory, looking for the hazel-haired human male, won't it?

How could that human male hide his memories?

Mr. Mask's eyes gradually brightened.

The more you think about this plan, the more feasible it is.

Of course, when it is actually implemented, the exposed issues must also be considered.

But okay.

The problem is not particularly big.

Just be careful not to let the creator know of their existence.

Think so.

Mr. Mask suddenly froze again.

If that human male is still in Aoyama City.

Then in the previous "mental surgery", why did Ananda Shesha not find any abnormality?

Mr. Mask believes that Ananda Shesha is definitely not stupid. When he was performing a large-scale "mental surgery" on the scale of the whole city, if he really checked the memory of his harm to the little master in the mind of the behind-the-scenes master.

That Ananda Shesha would certainly not sit idly by.

Since there is no movement, it means that it has not seen the memory of that person...

This is a little more complicated...

Mr. Mask pondered, and finally decided to ask Ananda Shasha to confirm it later.

He went straight back to Ward Three.

Of course, it is Ward 3 of the Shadow Plane.

The members of the mysterious group and the spiritual body Xu Xiuqin stayed in the ward.

Seeing Mr. Mask coming back, the succubus curiously said:

"Solve it?"

Mr. Mask nodded and glanced at the real world from the open space window beside him.

In the hospital bed in the real world, the creator and the little master are still asleep.

slept peacefully.

Mr. Mask not only felt a little more at ease.

The flame bear stood beside him, his face full of anxiety.

Obviously, he didn't let him go out with him to kill and kill him just now, which made him a little anxious.

The swallowing vines were clinging to the walls of the room, the branches were drooping, and they looked very unwilling.

Mr. Mask watched.

Shaking his head slightly.

Then, he went straight to the window of the ward.

Looking up at the boundless ocean in the sky, he asked the question that had just arisen:

"Ananda Shesha, have you seen the murderer who harmed the little master before?

Huge, empty eyes watched.

Ananda Shesha made no sound.

In fact, from beginning to end, Ananda Shesha never made any sound.

But Mr. Mask still understood what it meant.

That is, no.

"..."

Mr. Mask mused.

He did not believe that the mastermind behind the scenes had the ability to be immune to Ananda Shesha's memory detection.

In fact, Mr. Mask feels that even this entire planet does not necessarily have that kind of existence.

Of course, the world is obviously not simple.

It is very likely that some extremely strong guy is hiding...

"It seems that that guy, in all likelihood, left Qingshan City immediately..."

Mr. Mask said in a low voice.

After thinking about it, Mr. Mask was relieved.

He was in no hurry.

There will always be a moment when he will catch each other.

Afterwards, Mr. Mask put the glass cover he had been holding on the windowsill.

Let Ananda Shesha and the old days both see the pollution source skull specimens.

In the room, the succubus and other secrets all looked at the past.

They had just seen the skull specimen.

Xiao Qiqi was also taken aback by the terrifying appearance of the skull specimen, and couldn't help hugging her mother's arm tightly.

Xu Xiuqin comforted her daughter, but she was also shocked by the densely packed teeth of the skull specimen, and an instinctive sense of discomfort followed.

The other Mysteries are doing just fine.

However, Mr. Mask did not immediately explain the skull specimen at that time, and the mysterious people did not ask.

At this moment, Mr. Mask placed the skull specimen on the window sill, so that all the mystery and the spiritual body Xu Xiuqin could see.

Obviously, he was about to speak.

After putting down the glass cover, Mr. Mask looked down for a while.

He was silent.

The secrets were also silent.

After ten seconds.

Mr. Mask looked back at the high sky outside the window, and a low and hoarse voice sounded:

"This thing is about the Creator.

"It's also about when we can truly meet the Creator..."

The room was deadly silent.

In the high sky outside the window, the two seem to be eternal existences, and they all stared at each other.