The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

A rickety body extends from the misty painting, twisting and leaning forward.

The top of the body is a gray human head, the skin is wrinkled and twisted together, almost all the hair on the scalp has fallen off, and the eyes are like empty whirlpools.

Its mouth was slightly open, its teeth were burnt yellow, and it emitted bursts of stench. It was pointed at Qin Zhibo, who turned his head to look.

Oops!

Qin Zhibo's heart trembled violently, his pupils suddenly dilated, he kicked his feet hard, and slid the boss chair under his buttocks to the side.

What kind of monster is this?

Qin Zhibo quickly scanned the monster's body and quickly discovered the clues.

It was like an undead monster or zombie crawling out of a cemetery, but the weird thing was that it was wearing a blue uniform, which was the boys' uniform of Didan High School.

The color of this school uniform is very bright, not stained with a trace of dust, and it is very inconsistent with its undead appearance.

Seeing that half of the monster's body was still connected to the painting, Qin Zhibo suddenly understood.

This is exactly what those high school students used Tulpa's secret skills to create.

Tulpa is similar to the ability to "make your wishes come true", using fantasy to project some realistic existence.

But people's behavior can be controlled, but imagination is very difficult to control. Unless special training is given, people will always think of other things inadvertently.

The "monster" in front of him is none other than "Hideaki Hosaka" who came out of the Tulpa group of high school students.

Such a Hosaka Hideaki must have appeared because some student inadvertently thought of Hosaka lying in the cemetery.

Once such thoughts arise, the image of the Tulpa will change and change in a bad direction.

Just as Qin Zhibo was thinking, the "monster" had crawled out of the painting, just like the monster he imagined in a medieval art museum - Dimensional.

Although the "monster" is a human being imagined by humans, it is now stooped and deformed, and looks abominable.

In fact, as long as the person who participates in Tulpa uses fantasy to give it some kind of character or behavior, then it will most likely do that.

For example - bite like a zombie.

Suddenly, the monster opened its arms and rushed towards him, with its foul-smelling mouth wide open. Judging from this posture, it was definitely not coming to give Qin Zhibo a hug.

Its speed couldn't be said to be very fast. Qin Zhibo dodged sideways, and the monster passed by and hit the cabinet of the office. Many "parts" fell out of its body.

Looking at the large intestines scattered on the ground, they were dark and twisted, with a rotten smell, making the originally clean ground extremely disgusting.

Although the monster's ability will not hurt Qin Zhibo, he cannot tolerate this thing spreading a stench in his office.

Qin Zhibo pulled out a large number of [Shrouds] from the props bar. When the monster rushed towards him again, a piece of cloth quickly wrapped around its neck.

Taking advantage of the monster's inconvenient movement, he used Qin Wang to walk around the pillar and wrapped more cloth strips around its body.

Soon, the monster's body was entangled like a mummy, and could only sway in place like a maggot.

The shroud is used to wrap the body, which can be regarded as the right medicine.

But for Qin Zhibo, keeping this thing in his office is always a trouble.

Logically speaking, this thing should dissipate on its own within a certain period of time, because the time for high school students to perform Tulpa is limited each time.

But I still want to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Thinking in his mind, Qin Zhibo turned his attention to the "fog" painting on the window sill, wondering if this thing could also be destroyed by destroying the painting since it crawled out of the painting.

Just as he said, Qin Zhibo kicked the mummified monster down, then came to the window sill, stood the painting up, held it down with one hand, and punched hard with the other.

With one punch, the drawing board cracked, and a big hole was instantly smashed into the painting.

Looking back at the monster, I saw a huge depression in the middle of the monster's body. It seemed to be attracted by some crack with the properties of a black hole, leaving a large piece of it empty.

So, it seems that just as I guessed, the Tulpa people projected their fantasy onto this painting, so this painting is the true form of the monster.

Qin Zhibo kneaded the paintings together, and the monster's body was twisted into a ball by the indescribable force.

When he took out the nuclear lighter and burned the painting in the toilet, the monster disappeared completely.

Putting the shroud back into the toolbar, Qin Zhibo opened the doors and windows again in an attempt to dissipate the stench left by the monster.

Fresh air blew into the room, and he sat on the boss's chair again, thinking about this series of things.

If the effect of the Tulpa secret technique is to project fantasy into reality rather than channeling spirits, then why did Mr. Sada tell this secret technique to Mononobe Masao?

Was it intentional or accidental?

Qin Zhibo carefully thought about the causes and consequences, and still felt that it was more likely to be intentional.

Because that Sada not only knew Tulpa, but even knew the specific cultivation methods of Tulpa, which was not even introduced on the Noah's Ark website.

If fantasy alone can project something that does not exist, then why is there no problem if all human beings are fantasizing all the time?

So Tulpa is a fantasy with certain rules, and the method Sada taught Monobe Masato is a very mature method that even a group of students without special meditation training can easily learn.

The monster this time, as well as the unreasonable "ghost" I encountered in the building before, should all be the product of the student Tulpa.

Sada knew that the real effect of Tulpa was not psychic, but he still taught it to these students. Why?

Just as Qin Zhibo was thinking, the phone suddenly rang.

Ding jing jing - the sound of an old telephone ringing.

He answered the phone and heard a female voice from the other side.

"The things you wanted to investigate before have come to fruition."

On the other side of the phone was the voice of the new name Kaho Ri. She inherited her father's position and is now a B-level agent of the Nine Angels organization. Since she is close to Qin Zhibo, she occasionally communicates by phone.

Qin Zhibo had experienced Minase Yomu's incident before, so he asked the Nine Angels to investigate whether there were any new organizations or sects nearby, because that group of people seemed to be organized and lurking around Minase Yomu.

Now I finally got a reply.

"Well, go and talk on the computer."

To be on the safe side, Qin Zhibo wanted to change the medium for information exchange, but Xiang Baoli shook his head.

"No need, the sect that recently appeared in the nearby area is called the 'Bridge Priory'."

"They have their own website, you can check it online."

Um?

After hearing this, Qin Zhibo was a little surprised. Have all sects started to play with technology now? Recruiting online?

The last time Zoroastrianism caused chaos in Tokyo, they relied on taking to the streets to distribute leaflets to attract followers.

"I understand, thank you."

Qin Zhibo was about to hang up the phone when his new name Xiang Baoli stopped him on the other side of the phone.

"Wait a minute. Well, your style of "At the Mountains of Madness: Revealed" is very special. The ending gives people a very real feeling. I like it very much."

"Really?" The sudden change of topic made Qin Zhibo feel a little uncomfortable, and he said casually: "I'm honored that you like it."

Niina Kahori then said: "Can you tell me in detail about your creative experience? And your ideas for the next novel, find a quiet place."

"Let's wait until I have time. After all, I don't have a good idea for my next novel."

"It's getting late now. Go to bed early. Goodbye."

After saying that, Qin Zhibo hung up the phone.

Regarding the next novel, he really has no idea at the moment. Writing novels is originally a leisure activity after work, and his current main job is still detective.

Clicking on the search box of the browser, Qin Zhibo entered the words "Bridge Hermitage", and sure enough, the most relevant search result popped up.

This is a page with a layout somewhat similar to literature. The beginning of the page is about describing and popularizing some knowledge and concepts, and has nothing to do with sects.

Qin Zhibo browsed them one by one, but the more he read, the more he felt something was wrong.

Isn’t this a Tulpa?

The popular science content in it is almost all about Tulpa, including its origin, development process, esoteric theory, etc.

For example: the long-lasting and materialized Tulpa ability was originally only available in Tibet, but now anyone can practice Tulpa. The difference is only in the degree of power. This power depends on the quality and concentration of the thought itself. The stronger the thought, the more materialized it will be. Tulpa becomes more powerful.

Once a tulpa is given a strong enough mind to play a real role, it tends to be liberated from its maker's control, like a child leaving its mother's womb.

In The Astrology, the Victorian occultist Joseph Leng expressed the process of creating a tulpa in a formula:

Thoughts + concentration + time = body

The article conducts an in-depth analysis of Tulpa's abilities and cites various scriptures to prove its scientificity and feasibility.

There are countless arguments like this.

At the bottom of this fascinating popular science page, we finally get to the point.

Want to join us and build Tulpa bridges together?

Address: PONTIFEX INSTITUTE, No. 24, 4-chome, Yoneka-cho. Welcome to inquire.

Pontifical Institute

Seeing this address, Qin Zhibo first narrowed his eyes, and then his brain suddenly dawned.

He has seen this place name before.

At Minase Harumu's home address, the resident's mailbox on the first floor of Kudomon Apartments, there was a flyer for this place inserted.

Connected! Everything is connected!

Qin Zhibo's eyes widened, and the previously chaotic thoughts and thoughts in his mind began to combine, gradually forming a "truth" that could explain everything.

This "Bridge Hermitage" that practices Tulpa is actually a sect of those who want to harm Minase Harumu.

After rescuing Minase Yomu from the Kudomon Apartment, he had been thinking that there might be a mole in Teidan High School targeting Minase Yomu.

It turned out to be Sada.

Mr. Sada from Tedan High School is proficient in Tulpa and is probably a member of the Bridge Monastery.

The reason why Minase Yomu's admission file is basically blank is because he forged the admission file and left only his address.

The purpose is to let the person who finds Minase Harumu come to Teidan High School to check his home address, and finally return to the Nine Doors Apartment.

And the reason why these people target Minase Yomeng everywhere is because

Minase Harumu is Tulpa!

Minase Yomu is a Tulpa product created by their monastery using secret techniques. According to their theory, as long as the mind is strong enough, the materialized existence will be enough like a human being.

The evidence is that Minase Yomu's body is much lighter than ordinary people, and he also has night vision and the ability to sense "malice" that ordinary people don't have.

She was able to answer Chinese sketch codes because the Chinese couple in Jiudaomen Apartment was also one of her "creators"!

She is a character created by combining the thoughts of many Tulpa believers, so she also combines the knowledge of these people.

Minase Youmeng couldn't feel the "malice" of these people, because these people had no malice towards her from beginning to end.

They pretend to be ordinary people and live with the Tulpa they created.

Even the initial kidnapping case was false.

After realizing the truth of everything, Qin Zhibo's body slumped uncontrollably on the chair.

Minase Harumu is a Tulpa, and she also explained why her investigation system was unable to investigate her information.

She is a figment of imagination.

everything is false

Qin Zhibo rested his head with one hand, his eyes suddenly changed, as if he thought of something.

He quickly picked up the phone and dialed Matsumoto Ryohei's phone number.

However, the phone number on the other side kept ringing, and no one answered.

It is impossible for Matsumoto Ryohei not to answer his call unless something happens.

Oops!

Qin Zhibo just thought of a possibility. If Minase Yangmeng was the Tulpa they created, then could they use the power of thought to sense Minase Yangmeng's location at all times.

Now it seems like this.

Minase Youmu herself was a GPS, so these people didn't send anyone to monitor her office after she was rescued by a stranger.

They knew it from the beginning!

Qin Zhibo gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table, making a muffled sound.

Now Minase Yomu and Matsumoto Ryohei are likely to be captured by these people, and he must find a way to save them.

He put on the magic extractor, closed his eyes, and recalled Minase Harumu's appearance in his mind.

Elegant yellow, short hair close to white, a bright red hairpin, petite body

Suddenly, an inspiration emerged in my heart.

Not far from here!

If the goal is far away from you, the inspiration will be very weak, and this inspiration happens to be very strong.

Under the huge domed hall, countless black-robed believers gathered around the pillars, with a brightly lit marble floor in the middle.

They had serious expressions and stood quietly with their hands on their sides, as if waiting for something.

Until there was some commotion in the corner of the believers, the believers on both sides bowed slightly and spread to both sides to make way.

Two black-clad believers held a petite girl in their arms and walked towards the middle field.

The girl's eyes were frightened and frightened, and she looked back at a middle-aged man behind her with worry from time to time.

The middle-aged man's condition was not as good as that of the girl. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his head was buried deeply, and his condition was extremely depressed.

It seemed that he had been beaten for a while and had to be supported by two believers next to him before he could barely move to the middle of the hall.