I upgrade points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 86 85. Easily Done

This ‘antique’ shop didn’t look very professional. Lloyd didn’t find any ritual arrangements inside, nor did he see anyone.

He wanted to gather his inspiration and be ready to activate the [Distorted Realm] at any time, and then slowly walked in.

There were various carving and processing equipment inside, and raw materials such as clay stakes were piled in the corner. There was a display cabinet against the wall, and there were several old ‘antiques’ placed inside, all of which were broken bottles and jars, probably just samples.

There were more semi-finished products thrown on the ground at random. Lloyd took a rough look. Some were pottery sculptures, and some were wood carvings. They seemed to have a unified theme. They were all human faces with exaggerated expressions and abstract appearances, which looked very postmodern art.

But none of them carved a complete face. Either the eyeballs were missing, with only a blank and numb background; or there was no forehead or mouth, only a pair of round eyes, which looked indescribably weird.

If you look at this kind of thing too much, your aesthetic level will be lowered...

Lloyd shook his head and retracted his gaze.

After looking around, he didn't find anything particularly eye-catching. He was hesitating whether to open his spiritual vision to take another look, but the little kitten above his head suddenly called twice.

"Meow!"

Then he waved his little paws at a display case.

Lloyd hurriedly approached and took a closer look. He found that there was a pulley under the display case, which was unusual?

He hurriedly tried to push it open, revealing a dirty wooden door behind it.

The door was not locked, and there was no need to lock it, because it was so rotten and dilapidated that it was ventilated everywhere, and there were all kinds of khaki handprints on it.

"This... seems to be a small compartment in every room, right? There is also such a utility room in my sister's editorial department, but why is it blocked specifically?"

Lloyd asked in a low voice and stretched out his hand to push the door.

The whole door seemed to finally be overwhelmed, and it shattered into a pile of wood blocks, and then exploded further, spraying wisps of wood chips as thin as hair, trying to attach to Lloyd.

Fortunately, Lloyd's movements were faster. He took a step back first, and opened the [Distorted Realm] without hesitation, and the spiritual power in his body gushed out.

The wisps of wood chips were all suspended in the air, and then suddenly twisted and rotated, breaking into smaller wood chips, and scattered and fell, no longer threatening or useful.

This is the new function of [Distorted Realm] upgraded to LV4, which distorts other people's extraordinary abilities.

No need to face each other, others can stay; no knowledge and understanding are required, as long as the spiritual power is stronger than others, it will work.

Still as domineering and unreasonable as ever...

After solving the small trap on the wooden door, Lloyd walked in.

Inside was a narrow compartment with a workbench. The ventilation and lighting were very poor, and only a kerosene lamp on the workbench provided lighting.

A middle-aged man in his thirties was sitting at the table, head down, motionless, and completely unaware of Lloyd's visit.

Lloyd approached, did not disturb him, just turned his head to take a look.

The man's eye sockets were left with a pair of empty blood holes, two lines of blood and tears dripped down his cheeks and fell to the ground. His hands hung weakly on both sides of his body, holding two bloody eyeballs in his palms, with a few blood vessels and nerve bundles still remaining on them.

He had stopped breathing, but there was a relieved smile at the corners of his mouth, revealing a few teeth stained with blood.

On the workbench, there were various clays and woods piled up, all carved into various eyes, revealing various expressions, densely piled together.

They were clearly looking in different directions, but Lloyd felt that they were all staring at him, making him feel numb.

Then he drew out his dagger, swept it, and helped clean up the table.

Eyeballs, either clay or wood sculptures, were scattered all over the floor, blending into the darkness of the floor, but still projecting lines of sight, looking at Lloyd, the rude uninvited guest, as if to imprint his figure on the retina.

"Who are you trying to scare?"

Lloyd smiled disdainfully, took another half step forward, moved closer to the workbench, and then looked down at a pattern engraved on it -

A huge eyeball, almost occupying the entire table, the lines and composition are not complicated, it can only be regarded as a symbolic sketch, but it seems to be alive, looking up at Lloyd's face.

Lloyd injected more spiritual power into the dagger and scratched it without hesitation.

The lines on the table suddenly began to twist and tremble, and even a shrill scream could be heard faintly.

After about a few seconds, the lines that were originally deeply engraved magically disappeared, leaving only fresh scratches on the table.

The eyeballs scattered on the ground also became dim in an instant, and there was no longer the previous gaze.

Lloyd then carefully released a little inspiration and checked the atmosphere in the air.

Safe!

"Done."

Lloyd then closed the [Distorted Realm] and walked out of the compartment, just in time to hear a series of yawns and questioning voices floating over from next door:

"Hoohoo~ I slept comfortably, hehe, I even dreamed of her..."

"Ah? So I was dreaming just now? I thought the typewriter learned to write the plan by itself..."

"Damn it! I clearly dreamed of paying off the loan, why did I suddenly wake up?"

Lloyd passed by the door of another office and [explored] it by the way.

The attributes are very ordinary, and the mental state is very healthy.

It seems that this incident did not cause a big impact?

The people affected just took a nap, and they all had a beautiful dream?

Just at this time, he heard a noise coming from the street outside, and his sister's voice was among them:

"Mr. Pastor, Mr. Police, please hurry up, I'm worried that my brother will be in danger."

Yifroel found help as promised, but was a little slow.

No, it was only a dozen minutes later, it should be that Lloyd's action was too fast.

Next, there was a commotion in the small building. All irrelevant people were evacuated by the police first, and the isolation line was drawn. Only a priest and a pastor were left in the building, plus Lloyd. The three of them waited for the "professionals" responsible for such incidents to come, while discussing the case.

Lloyd briefly talked about his experience and speculation, and the priest opposite frowned immediately.

"Well... I'm not questioning your judgment, but judging from the scene... the situation is not as optimistic as you described, right? Just walk in and destroy the ritual with the psychic blade, and the problem is solved?"

Sorry, I have something to do today, so the second chapter is a little late.