How many character cards do you have?

【Congratulations on getting the 'Issian evaluation'

It is a pleasant experience to beat the flying hydra violently, and I hope to continue to maintain it (ps: studying Huangbatu is a good subject)]

[All disciplines increased by 15%]

Karasawa Taki, who was fishing in the hospital, suddenly received the above notice.

He rubbed his chin, looked at the case again, and found that the originally obscure medical terms became simpler in his eyes.

After a long absence, I called up my own character card data

【 Karasawa Taki

Attributes:

力量（40）敏捷（40）体质（50）外貌（85）灵感/智力（90）意志（80）教育（30）

Special Skills:

心理学（75）、精神分析（70）、潜行（50）、图书馆（40）、聆听（70）、侦查（70）、读唇（20）、催眠（45）、博物学（15）、人类学（48）、历史学（61）、表演（35）、伪造（55）、妙手（59）、乔装（53）、锁匠（80）、机械维修（30）、神秘学（52）、克苏鲁神话知识（60）、话术（70）、医学（15）、物理学（15）……

San: 35]

Playing the role of Yisi is not without cost. Before Karasawa Taki remembered that he raised the san value to around 40, who knew that he lost so much in a blink of an eye.

It seems that playing the 'monster' should not be too long.

In this module, he probably gained a total of more than 70 Sanity points from Nakaya, Mori Ogai, and Yumeno. Among them, summoning the hound costs 8 points, three flying hydra cost 42 points, and rice wine and honey wine ingredients cost 5 points.

Calculated this time, I earned 15 points, which is just a drizzle compared to the first time.

The rest, including the manufacturing materials of the time machine, are actually funded by Hong Kong gangsters, and the blueprints are brought by the Yisi people. It is a pity to say that after completing the goal of the Yisi people to come to this era, he keenly feels The thinking speed of Chuanze's character card has slowed down a lot, like a social animal that starts to fish after finishing work.

It's too real.

And I don't know if it's Karasawa Taki's illusion. When wearing the Yisi character card, although Acton didn't often have the illusion like last time, the behavior pattern is indeed strange.

What's so strange, even Karasawa Taki couldn't say it himself, this is what he discovered after he withdrew most of his attention from the vest of Shi Chuan Ze, as if his thinking was suppressed when he was playing Shi Chuan Ze Very low, occupied by a higher-dimensional, purely rational thought.

In this module, the most rewarding thing is the black technology that the Yisi people have brought, including the archiving artifact time machine, plasma gun and memory eraser, as well as the improved subject knowledge obtained by playing.

Not only medicine, biology, chemistry, all subjects that Karasawa Taki has never been exposed to before, all of them have successfully started at the moment. Although his own learning ability is also good, it will undoubtedly save him a lot of work.

And most importantly...

Thinking of the harvest this time, Karasawa Taki couldn't help but twitched his lips. Who would have thought that Mr. Mori would be so bold, but thanks to his proposal, Shi Chuanze's vest has a legitimate reason to stay in Hong Kong and Hei.

If all of this is compared to a game, the Armed Detective Agency, which was the first to establish contact with the Keeper organization, has an advantage.

Later, Hong Kong black, who signed a contract with the Yisi people, came from behind.

That's great, everyone is trying to survive.

Karasawa Taki stretched his waist.

The matter in Yokohama has been barely dealt with, so we can go to develop a new dungeon.

There are not many patients today, and it is rare to be free. Karasawa Taki thought about it and began to create character cards.

【……wait wait wait!Are you about to start creating new cards! 】The system's voice sounded hastily.

Karasawa Taki asked strangely: "Didn't you say that the situation is urgent, and the large-scale summoning of evil gods will start in half a year to a year at most, so we must hurry up." '

This extra module for Hong Kong Hei took more than a week, the most important of which was actually that night, with the time machine device, the time required for this process was greatly reduced.

In fact, if you insist on it, it is indeed very stable to cultivate these known and well-behaved sons of destiny. They are destined to fight against the evil gods who invaded the world.

[No, it's okay, it's just that I'm not used to you suddenly starting to work hard. ] The system murmured, 【Is this the benefit of increasing Sanity Points? 】

[By the way, you put the Yisi card in Hong Kong and Hei, so how do you open a new card? 】

'Haven't you heard of deep magic? '

The system was dumb, and then the voice amplified: [Have you already achieved this level? ! 】

Deep magic is one of the settings in the rule book of the restraint system. If every kind of magic can be used as an introduction, deep magic is to further delve into the essence of magic. Decay becomes magical possibility.

'What's so strange, I've been using this magic all the time, and it's only natural that the progress is the fastest. '

【……is that so. 】The system is in a tangle.

And Karasawa Taki has already started to do it.

The deep magic of the soul splitting technique, in addition to the price of one liter of human blood, also requires the death of life as the condition for casting the spell. Fortunately, the place where he works is a hospital, and there are no shortage of these two costs. Correspondingly, the number of split souls , The time is not limited, but the more souls are divided, when all the souls return, they will bear the minimum 1san and the maximum 3san value drop penalty. (Add 1d3 for each extra soul)

In the last character card, Karasawa Taki tried to test the functions of the character card in a different way, including his current status as a psychiatrist, and the rumors of "the barbarian vomits and suppresses the storm monster" mentioned earlier, all of which are in the character card written out.

Obviously, the above two things have become true, but whether it is Karasawa Taki's identity or the myths and legends recorded in the vague case book.

But it is limited to this. After all, these two items have nothing to do with the development of this world. Karasawa Taki’s previous setting of trying to influence the history of this world has not been realized.

What about now?

Karasawa Taki looked at the blank character card in front of him, thought for a while, and filled in new settings.

Hong Kong gangsters and armed detective agencies have been merged since their establishment.

Failed, the ink blot just appeared and disappeared quickly.

The boss of the Black Organization is actually Dr. Karasawa who works in Yokohama Hospital.

failure.

The Black Organization is actually secretly controlled by a religion that worships black goats.

failure.

After that, Karasawa Taki tried some weird settings, such as relatives of the Kudo family, relatives of the Mori family, etc. This time, the speed of the ink disappearing was a little slower, but not completely slow.

【……what are you doing? 】

'Didn't you say before that the speed at which the evil god twists the rules of this world will be reflected in the character card. '

The system froze for a moment【Did I say that? 】

'Then on the other hand, does the extent to which the character cards can do now also reflect the speed at which the evil gods descend? ' Karasawa Taki murmured.

[...It seems to be. 】The system recalled the previous experience of leading the host, 【Generally speaking, it seems that the later the stage, everything is in chaos. At that time, you can even drive an all-round character, the one with a hundred attributes. 】

'Is that still human? '

[Wait until then, what does it matter if you are human or not? 】

Karasawa Taki was silent, thoughtful.

【...Hey, wait, I was joking, it's just a joke... Uh, isn't it funny? 】

'Thank you, that's funny hahahahahaha. '

Karasawa Taki laughed for a while, feeling a little strange, so one person, one system fell into silence again.

’ That’s what you call a joke from hell. Karasawa Taki was thoughtful.

【Yes, sorry qwq】

'It's okay, it's a good joke, don't say it next time. '

However, the system's words gave him inspiration, and Karasawa Taki casually filled in a new background on the character card.

The black organization and the mysterious sect cooperate to develop new drugs.

by.

The ink did not fade this time, and he stayed on the character card in an orderly manner. Karasawa Taki was stunned for a moment, and asked the system [Can I go back on writing? 】

system【?Is it on a blank character card, yes...]

Karasawa Taki nodded with satisfaction: "It is also possible to superimpose the background of character cards on each other, right?" '

System [For example? 】

'For example, I only wrote this article on the character card, and then I wrote new things based on this article to continue. '

After thinking about it, the system said [As long as it doesn't contradict what I wrote before, there should be no problem. 】

So Karasawa Taki boldly wrote, and quickly determined the protagonist this time.

The Black Organization and the sect broke up due to the distribution of benefits. The sect withdrew most of the researchers, but the Black Organization quietly hid one of the research results.

Then he turned on the Monster Hammer, and the system froze for a moment and asked 【Do you want to play as a mythical creature this time?But apart from the last time the Yisi people took advantage of the loophole, there are very few humanoid forms...]

'What are you talking about, system. Karasawa Taki blinked innocently, "Isn't there a lot of anthropomorphic magic in the mall?" '

System: [...This, this is okay? 】

Will it work, just try it and you will know.

After Karasawa Taki designed the entire character card, the system read it and fell into deep contemplation.

He was wrong, it was too early to speak, he felt that his host had added reason, as if he hadn't added it.

This can only be...a moment of silence for the investigators.

……

the other side.

A remote village in Hachioji City.

A white Chevrolet was driving on the mountain road, the rain was pouring, and it was almost impossible to see the road ahead. Ireland drove very slowly, and looked at the rain in front of him with heavy eyes. This heavy rain seemed to reflect his inner world.

Pisco is dead.

Shirley was let off because of bad things, and was shot to death by Gin in the hotel. When he heard the news, Ireland couldn't believe that the kind old man who treated him like his own father died in the hands of Gin, who was also a member of the organization. wine in hand.

It was too late to mourn, and even after attending Pisco's funeral, the organization had issued a new order, and all assets previously under Pisco's name were returned to the organization's control. Ireland could not have any opinion on this, and then He has received a new order.

In addition to being responsible for managing the company's assets on the surface, Pisco also had an extremely mysterious laboratory under his name. Even Ireland didn't know what it was researching. Pisco would disappear about three months ago. For a while, but suddenly stopped going a year ago, and even though Pierce was so good to Ireland, he never revealed anything there.

And now, Ireland received the order to go to that laboratory and bring back all the remaining experimental materials.

He glanced at the gun holster on the passenger seat.

...and, if there's anyone alive there, some secrecy needs to be done.

Ireland drove to this rural place overnight, followed the map and walked through the forest before finally finding a castle-like building on a gentle slope.

"...It's an exaggeration to say it's a laboratory." Ireland got out of the car and held up a black umbrella, looked up at the Gothic castle under the night, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

But then, he glanced around and frowned imperceptibly.

I don't know if it's his illusion...I always feel that the surrounding trees seem to be different from normal trees, showing a withered, dark gray state, but because of the rain, he can't see clearly, ignorant, all the sounds And the color is isolated by this heavy rain.

Ireland held back her curiosity to find out, and approached the castle cautiously.

The more he walked in here, the more he felt a tingling feeling around him. He couldn't tell what it was. This feeling reminded him of a time when he entered the scene of a fight and had several guns aimed at him at the same time.

It is this sense of panic that makes people want to escape from here immediately.

It seems that the biological instinct is clamoring at this moment, what is inside, what is inside!

Ireland froze in place, holding a black umbrella and standing outside the guardrail of the castle. The guardrail was not locked, or the only lock was also rusty and rotten. It seemed that it would break if touched. He looked around the castle with a flashlight. The castle The courtyard outside the gate seemed to have been neglected for a long time, and Ireland could see the strange growth direction of the branches under the light of the flashlight.

But you still have to go in.

When the guardrail was pushed open, the rusty lock fell to the ground with a bang, and Ireland's nerves tensed immediately, and the flashlight quickly scanned the surroundings, as if afraid of a beast that might appear from a dark corner.

...and of course no beasts.

The rain has been falling, and it is even getting heavier and heavier. Gradually, I can't see clearly even three meters outside the field of vision, and my body is gradually getting colder.Ireland knew it had to make a choice, and staying where it was would be a physical and mental burden.

Giving up...is impossible.

After the Pisco incident, Ireland once again realized how cold-blooded and cruel the organization he was in was. The old man was already a senior member of the organization, and he had done his duty for the organization over the years, but even so, he was still rejected. Abandoned.

Simply because he made a mistake.

It is conceivable that if these members cannot complete the tasks arranged by the organization, their fate will not be much better than that of Pisco.

Ireland rearranged her emotions, hypnotized herself that it was all a psychological effect, pulled herself together, pushed open the iron gate of the guardrail and walked towards the gate of the castle.

To be honest, this place doesn't look like a laboratory at all, at least not like the cold and white buildings in his impression, but rather like the mansion of vampires in movies and TV shows.

Ireland took out the spare key given by the organization to open the gate of the castle, immediately opened the safety of the gun, and turned to close the gate.

The door blocked the sound of the rain, and Ireland scanned the dark corners with a flashlight, only to see dusty floors or furniture here and there. He was keenly aware that something seemed wrong, but he couldn't tell where it was, so he could only hold hands again The firearms inside, the muzzle down, to prevent misfires.

The organization did not tell him clearly whether there were people here or how many people there were. The only information was that this was an abandoned laboratory under the name of Pisco. to here.

The most terrible thing is that he still doesn't know what is being studied here.

Ireland prepared for the worst, his nerves were tense, and his ears listened carefully to the movement nearby.

He walked through the hall and took a small turn around on the first floor, but he didn't find anything special, but there was one place that he was a little bit concerned about.

He didn't find a single spider web here.

There is so much dust, but there are no bugs, no common spider webs, and all the food in the kitchen is in a strange gray and brittle state. Ireland remembers that it was only abandoned for a year in the information, but it seems that the accumulation of dust here is like It's been ten years.

"bump……"

Suddenly, a very soft sound sounded above Ireland's head, his pupils narrowed, and the light of the flashlight shone upwards, where there was an ordinary ceiling, but if memory serves me, the sound came from upstairs.

Is there someone up there?

Thinking of this, Ireland quickly walked out of the kitchen to find the stairs, and strode up the stairs. The wooden stairs in disrepair made creaking noises. He was worried that someone above would run away when he heard the noise, so he sped up his speed and pointed his gun at it. unknown dark corners.

Going up to the second floor, Ireland heard vague coughing and panting. Following the sound, he suddenly opened a room next to the corridor, swept in with a flashlight, and found a figure lying on his back on the bed in the center of the room.

The coughing and wheezing sounds come from here.

While paying attention to other corners, Ireland tried to strike up a conversation: "Hello, I am a traveler trapped by heavy rain. I came in to take shelter from the rain when I saw this castle by chance. Are you the owner of this place? Can you borrow a place for me?" Spend tonight."

There was no response, the person lying on the bed should be an old man, looking seven to eighty years old, with gray hair and cloudy eyes, still coughing and coughing, Ireland judged each other's stature, and the old man didn't have any weapons in his hands, so he approached with confidence :"Excuse me……"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the bed, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm as if returning to the light. Before Ireland could react, he had already met the old man's raised face.

What a rotten and skinny face it was, like a skeleton wrapped in skin and flesh. The two eyes were deeply sunken, and piercing eyes shot out from inside.

Ireland was about to break free, but heard the hoarse voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

"Quick...run...quick, monster..."

Run?

Ireland frowned tightly, and the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more serious. He saw the old man wearing the identity of a researcher, and his heart moved. He grabbed the identity plate hanging on the old man's chest and moved closer to the light of the flashlight.

Sakuji Ohno, assistant researcher.

I know the name, and there is a photo of the old man on it, but it is not this kind of old man, but a young man in his 20s.

This sense of disobedience made him think absurdly: "Hey, old man, how old are you?"

"Twenty... 25..."

Ireland shook his hand, and almost missed the flashlight on the old man's head. He stared at the old man's cloudy and numb eyes, and could not see any trace of lying in them. There was only deep fear and despair. At the same time, he felt this The strength of the old man's grip on his arm is getting smaller and smaller...

He immediately changed his previous rhetoric, and said in an urgent tone: "I was actually sent by the organization, what happened here, and what research are you doing!"

The words 'organization' and 'research' seemed to have aroused something. The old man's drooping eyelids suddenly widened, and a hoarse panting sound like a broken organ came out of his throat. The fingers like dead branches came from nowhere. Scratching Ireland's arm vigorously: "Colors, lots of colors..."

"color?"

"That's...you can't, explore...don't go...there..." The old man raised his body halfway, staring at the wall opposite the bed, as if he saw something terrible through the wall, and he didn't speak. After falling, his head was already drooping, and Ireland froze in place. After a few seconds, he carefully tested the old man's breath, and found out with a cold heart that he had passed away.

He stood up and looked at the dry bones of the old man on the bed, feeling as if he was standing at the entrance of hell.

What kind of horrible experiment is the organization doing? !

Ireland belatedly realized that the palm of his hand holding the gun was soaked in cold sweat. He looked at the wall where the old man's eyes focused last, as if there was a fierce beast that he had never seen before behind the wall, waiting to devour him at any time.

At this moment, he suddenly had the idea of ​​retreating, but thinking of Gin Jiu's ruthless eyes, he gritted his teeth, pushed open the door, and walked along the corridor to the door of the room that was separated from the old man.

Before pushing open the door, he confirmed that the bullets had been reloaded, and the cloth that had been wiped with his hands was dry again, and then he held the flashlight and pushed open the door of the room.

The gate here was also unlocked. After the gate was opened, the first thing Ireland felt was the blowing dust. It seemed that no one had been inside for a long time. After entering, Ireland found that this should be the place where the experiment was done.

Many familiar experimental instruments are placed here, but it is a pity that there is a lot of dust in this room. In other words, this room is the place where he has seen the most dust in the entire castle. Ireland has to tear off the cloth of his arm and use it as a mask. The lights probe inside.

Looking at it, he found many strange traces. For example, he saw a faint black handprint on the tabletop of some experimental benches. For example, there was a kind of black chalk drawing on the floor that would only be seen at a crime scene. The human body, that is, the corners and corners of the limbs left abnormal protrusions, like gray carbon left over from burning.

Wait, is this really a painting?

Ireland squatted down, endured the flying dust and checked carefully with a flashlight, and stretched out his hand to touch the edge.

The original gray and brittle object shattered into pieces, and mixed with the surrounding gray dust, making no distinction between you and me.

Ireland's fingers suddenly froze. At this moment, he thought of the abnormal amount of dust in the laboratory, the finger prints on the laboratory table and the portraits of the human body on the ground.

……really.

Ireland forced himself not to think about the result behind this, but fear still emerged like a spring, he felt his heart beat faster, stood up, just wanted to finish the task quickly and leave this ghost place.

The task given to him by the organization is to clean up the living people nearby and search for any research materials. The only living person in this castle is the old man just now, and he is gone now. He only needs to find out if there is any data, and he can leave this ghost place.

Ireland rummaged through the room. All the useful and useless materials in the drawers of the laboratory table were packed into the backpacks prepared in advance and taken away. Soon most of the places were searched, and he set his sights on the one in the center. Petri dish.

For some reason, he subconsciously didn't want to get close to that place, but he was about to leave now, and the last thing he had to confirm was there.

Ireland did not hesitate for too long and went straight up. The petri dish was cylindrical in shape, only two meters high and half a meter wide, and the outside of the glass cover was covered with dust. Even if there is nutrient solution, it will become waste water. Let alone a year of power outage, it is impossible to survive if there is anything in it.

Thinking of this, he stared at the faint waves of light under the glass cover as if bewitched, put his palm on the petri dish, and gently brushed across the dusty surface.

Then he froze.

Where the dust was wiped, a small piece appeared under the glass. In the liquid inside, there seemed to be something cruising and flashing, like mist looming, shining with a color he had never seen before.

what is that?

Ireland couldn't help moving forward, recalling afterwards that he didn't know where the courage at this moment came from, as if he was hooked by some unknown thing, and his eyes looked inside through the small piece of clean glass.

Ireland's eyes met another pair of eyes.

The color of those eyes... He didn't know how to describe it for a moment, it was a color he had never seen in his life, and then he felt that it was the color of the spectrum.

His hand on the glass cover and the small pure white palm inside overlapped through the glass, and Ireland's head was blank, just maintaining such a state with his eyes, but his brain could not receive any information.

Inside the petri dish was a pure white child with iridescent hair and eyes.