They all call me the Outer God

"It's just that someone actually came to report that the disorderly person hurt someone...and he was injured but he didn't die?"

If a disorderly person is really reported for hurting someone, the people from the Order Association will definitely take advantage of the situation and arrest the disorderly person immediately. However, judging from the protective measures of the epidemic doctors, every time they arrest someone, they will go to the city. It made people panic.

The whole situation will eventually become chaotic.

Although the memory will be uniformly deleted by the order in the end, people in the church will not receive such treatment, which means that they have personally witnessed every law enforcement process by the associations around the church.

"The disordered one, the disordered one..."

The pastor hurriedly recited "Praise the Sun" several times in his mind. Of course he was afraid of them, but so what. The Church of the Sun was full of ordinary people and had almost no countermeasures against the disordered ones, unless someone was willing to use those quilts. Sealed mysterious items.

"I hope the bishop can take measures."

The priest closed his eyes and soon opened them again.

The clown appeared in front of him holding the man, and the man's belly was still swollen like a ball.

The pastor couldn't help but wonder: "Why did you come out?"

"ah?"

"What's going on? Didn't we just get here?"

The clown felt confused and pointed at the man next to him: "This is Viscount Sikal. His stomach has been cursed by the disordered ones and needs to be exorcised——"

"Wait a minute, people exactly like you two were here just now."

"Impossible! Who can be exactly like us?"

The clown yelled weirdly, and then he saw the priest's finger pointing to the carriage on the side. The shape and color were almost exactly the same as the carriage they parked far away, but they didn't notice it when they came.

The clown's face suddenly changed. He quickly pinched the pastor's hand and shouted: "That one was a god-damn disorder just now. He pretended to be us and ran into the church!!!"

"How do I know if what you said is true?"

The pastor was confused by the situation in front of him. He could not easily believe either side before he could tell who was true and who was false.

"If you don't believe me, then how can you not believe Viscount Sikal? There are several Viscount Sikal in the world."

The clown took out the title badge from the man's coat pocket, and the priest finally felt the seriousness of the matter.

There are disorderly people pretending to be someone else and running into the church. What do they want to do? ?

Thinking of this, the pastor quickly turned around and rushed towards the church building. At this time, the clown smiled and looked at the embarrassed appearance of the pastor running in.

"Actually, the one inside is actually real, but that's what makes it fun."

"Collecting their hatred and completing my interpretation is also part of Crow's style of doing things. When they find out that I am the real culprit who killed the Viscount's precious son, they will probably hate me to the extreme."

"Are you right, my belly doll?"

"Yes." The man next to the clown nodded, his mouth did not move, but he made a sound.

The clown seemed a little dissatisfied: "It seems that this image is not very good, and it can't open and close its mouth like a real person. I'd better change it as soon as possible."

He stretched out his hand and opened the man's belly, grabbed a bunch of black feathers from inside and threw them on the ground. Before leaving, he suddenly found a tightly wrapped man who wanted to enter the church.

"The man in the white mask?"

The clown noticed that the man was making famous and strange gestures and making some unexplained noises.

When he got closer, the white-masked believer seemed to be suddenly frightened, dropped a yellowed note and fled the scene in a hurry.

…

Ria came to Sun Church in the evening, but before he even got close, he found a large group of people gathered there, and James appeared beside him inexplicably.

"I advise you not to go in now."

"What happened?"

"You may think it's ridiculous... A patient with contamination pretended to be a disordered person and cursed a noble. After creating a lot of chaos, he successfully transferred everyone's hatred to the disordered group. Now if you get close, you will only be hurt. Throw yourself into a trap.”

"Curse, could it be the Curse Master?"

"Witches, spellcasters, cursers and crows can't be ruled out. Damn it, I was about to kick the ball successfully, but then I suddenly received this news."

Ria looked at him helplessly, with an expression on her face as long as she was happy.

"The reputation of disordered people is already bad enough, and there are still people who are deliberately damaging it."

James scratched his head: "The white masked people are now widespread in the South Adeline branch. They are very happy to see such a thing and add fuel to the fire."

"So what to do now?"

"How about this as an exercise, Kercha, capture that guy, kill him, and his meme card is yours."

“What do I want with someone else’s meme card?”

Riya thought of the werewolf cards he had collected. He still didn't understand the role of collecting other people's meme cards, but James said: "Collecting other people's meme cards can deceive the extraordinary and allow you to complete things that are almost impossible to perform in ordinary times. memes.”

"There are no patients to be guarded by epidemic doctors, and there will be no one to supervise the hunting of their memes. Isn't this the best choice for you to play the role of a hunter?"

James said maliciously, seemingly angry that some groups were framing the disordered ones.

Ria held the cane with one hand and slowly reached for the coat pocket with the other hand, where there was a cold silver gun.

"Can I ask about your criteria for recruiting disordered people? Why some patients can get asylum, but some can't?"

"Are you feeling sorry for those people?"

"What a joke."

Leah looked at him: "Your joke is very funny. I will deduct one pound of salary for each sentence. Please continue your topic."

"..."

James looked up at the sky and refused to speak again, looking unfathomable.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand, put his index finger and thumb together, and suddenly a black feather appeared to change the subject.

"This is the feather of a crow. Unlike your pet, their feathers can reflect colorful luster. It's just that you don't look carefully on weekdays, so you think it's pitch black."

"And I found this thing on the scene. Now we don't rule out that the other party's meme contains crows, but the gap between the main meme and the secondary meme is very large. The ability of the main meme will continue to increase with the number of secondary memes."

"Let's talk about crows... This is a group of annoying creatures. The [crow] meme is of course the same. The condition for interpreting it is to make others hate themselves as much as possible and attract hatred."

Knowing the main meme of the patient, you can better target their weaknesses, and James's assessment for Leah is to find a way to hunt that person's meme card and use it for yourself.

"I'll try my best. You can't blame me if I fail, otherwise you will be short of half your salary."

James was shocked: "Say it again? Why do you want to deduct my money if you fail the mission!?"