Ultraman in the world of grams

"Not the same person..."

Wilson frowned.

The inference of geologists makes sense.The people they saw during the day seemed different from the two being manipulated.

Thinking about it carefully, the two people in the daytime seemed to be more flexible, not as if they were being manipulated, or else he would have noticed something was wrong at that time.

In this way, there seemed to be a little more puzzles in the village.

"Is there a way to break these people out of mind control?"

The geologist looked at the flickering gray-blue light in the heads of the two men.

It was like a disgusting big bug, squatting in their minds, controlling the nerves of the whole body in a weird way, manipulating these villagers like a cat.

I don't know if it's because he's too sensitive, but he can even see the gray-blue light sticking out one after another slender tentacles, connected to the white brain, mixed with bright red. , giving people an extreme distortion and nausea.

The geologist couldn't help but look away. This weirdness still made him a little uncomfortable. He looked at Wilson with hopeful eyes.

Maybe there's something good about this amazing Outer God cub.

"Well, I'm not sure. But I think I should try."

There was a hint of hesitation in Wilson's tone, but his movements were not slow at all. He stretched out a finger, and a bright and gentle light emerged from the fingertip.

He lightly pointed this ray of light on the owner's head.

Geologists can clearly see through Zhuomu's glasses that the gray-blue light twitched like an electric shock as if it had been hit by some kind of nemesis.

The small tentacles scattered outside immediately curled back up as if being scorched by fire, but those hovering deep in the brain were still waving tenaciously.

Without opening his forehead and damaging his brain, Wilson had no way to expel the gray-blue light entrenched in his brain.

Obviously, this attempt was a failure.

"Oh, it would be great if there was the light of senior Gauss." Wilson couldn't help sighing again.

The cell restoration beam of senior Tiga seems to be of little use to those in the spiritual realm.Although the old man Jia has healing light, but the types are still not very complete, not as good as the loving Master Gao.

"What should I do?" The geologist looked at it sadly, feeling limited and powerless again.

"They should all be controlled by some kind of thought power. If the culprit is solved, there should be no problem." Wilson came to a conclusion after careful observation.

"Go to the temple built by them and take a look."

"The so-called miracle should be placed there..."

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The world shrouded in night revealed an ominous atmosphere.

The houses and trees on the side of the road are like monsters with claws and claws, staring at the two expedition members wandering in the night.

The geologist also wore gold-rimmed glasses of aliens on his face, and the blue light curtain flickered on the glass, which looked extraordinarily high-tech.

With the vision provided by Zhuom, he can see a more real world.

However, the glasses are still the subsystems split by Zhuo Mu, and the main body is still with Wilson.

"Droam, what do you think about this? What about those people during the day?"

Wilson asked about his own system aloud.

[There is a high probability that it is based on the appearance mimicked by the man-made blueprint under control. 】

"Mimic?"

The geologist also heard these words, and his expression was slightly stunned.

"Many cosmic beings have the ability to mimic." Wilson explained casually, but he didn't feel much surprise. After all, in the information age a hundred years later, there are all kinds of monsters and ghosts, which is not unusual. stuff.

"But Zhuom, do you have any basis?"

[No energy fluctuations were detected during the day, and the possibility of phantoms was ruled out, which should be based on its own ability. 】

"That makes sense."

Wilson nodded.

The geologist followed obediently without interrupting.

After all, it was beyond his comprehension.

Soon they came to the temple on the other side of the village.

From the appearance, it is obviously a newly built house, some building materials are still piled up next to it, and it has not been fully built, and the top has not been sealed.

The house of this building is very characteristic. It is not the same as the earthen houses built by the local people around. It is a semi-crypt structure. A simple house similar to a house pot is built on it, and then it is built with mud. Half of it, the bottom was hollowed out, a dark cave, I don't know where it leads.

This peculiar architectural style reveals an atmosphere of ancient barbarism, as if returning to the primitive stone age from modern society.

On the ground in front of this "temple", there are also several abstract-style ground paintings.

The shape is outlined with simple lines, just like a child's graffiti.It is obviously a simple style, but it reveals a weird feeling. The eyes that are pointed out are like the part of the eyes that are the finishing touch, lying on the ground leisurely, watching the unexpected visitors who visit at night.

Some stick figures depict a strange monster with wings, and others depict some kind of creature with horns...

This looks familiar.

Wilson stared at the painting on the ground, and a certain piece of memory seemed to be touched, ready to come out.

But he won't remember exactly what it is for a while.

"This is……"

On the other hand, William, who had been silent all the time, spoke with a little surprise.

The geologist looked at the stick figure on the ground with some surprise, "I remember that similar paintings were found near the Andes Mountains in South America, and they are said to be ancient relics left over from ancient times."

"Painting on the ground?" Wilson raised his brows, as if a little surprised.

"However, the paintings on the ground there are much bigger than the ones here. They are as big as half a mountain, and there are three more..."

Geologist William is lost in memory.

"At that time, I was still a student, and I went to investigate with my instructor and the school's scientific research team. Those ground paintings connected with the local terrain, as if they were formed naturally. The local residents did not know the origin of those ground paintings. Those paintings are worshiped as gods, and priestly ceremonies are held every festival."

"My instructor wanted to pry open one or two stones for inspection. Maybe the tools at that time were not good enough to pry those stones. In the end, I only took some photos to keep evidence and took some local soil samples."

"Is that so... the taboo floor painting?"

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