They all call me the Outer God

It is quite troublesome to deal with the disordered ones. They cannot be killed easily or buried easily. Usually, those investigators prefer to throw the disordered people into special solvents to make specimens.

"How are you? Do you feel that you are special?"

"I don't think there's anything special about it, I just feel like I'm unlucky."

"Don't say that. Didn't you meet me? As a doctor, I will try my best to treat you until you recover, then you can clear your memory, leave the Keeper, and return to a normal life."

"Has anyone really been cured?"

Can anyone really return to normal?

Riya asked this question seriously, and then walked directly towards the residence without waiting for the other party's answer.

Looking at his back, James was not offended by Riya's words just now. The face behind his mask tried to squeeze out a smile. The lenses of the beak mask reflected the cold light. At this time, he smiled and waved goodbye to Riya. , seeing his figure completely disappear from sight.

The next second, he put down his hand again and let his arm hang down naturally.

“Of course it can be cured, and with the reputation of [doctor], every patient will enjoy the best medical services.

Let there be no more pain and suffering in the world. This is the mission of doctors. "

Doctor Bird's Beak's voice was low and hoarse, and the strange aura emanating from his body made people around him unable to help but stay away. In the crowded streets, a vacuum circle appeared around the doctor, and no one dared to approach.

It's night again.

Riya was lying on the bed unable to sleep. He stretched out his palms and looked again and again. A few golden lights flickered above like fireflies, but the bodies of those things were not as beautiful as fireflies at all. They were sights that grew all over his body. physical organs.

"Crack!"

He found a piece of cloth and bit it tightly with his teeth, then squeezed an eye open with his fingers.

Severe pain came instantly, causing cold sweat to break out on Liya's forehead. He put down his fingers and saw that more densely packed tiny eyeballs appeared in the place that was originally pinched, like a broken fish nest leaking yellow fish roe.

He was not acting as calm as he had been during the day - no one who saw this could maintain their composure.

Riya could only be glad that he was not a patient with trypophobia, otherwise he would go crazy immediately.

"How long can I still lie to myself that this is a dream?"

He closed those eyes to prevent himself from seeing them, and began to divert his attention to other things in his mind. Somehow, he suddenly thought of the picture of the sun during the day.

"Having a faith can really make you feel at ease. If you can't sleep, it's better to try theology."

"The shining sun,

The newly appearing star in the land of death and life... the center of all things' pursuit,

With the flame cutting across the day and night, I am waiting everywhere without limit.

Sing praises to the rising sun...give tribute to the rising sun...become the rising sun..."

He began to recite the rising sun's summons in his mind. He had to say that this method was indeed effective. Within a few minutes, he completely forgot about those worries and fell into a deep sleep.

…

"Hey, hey! What are you thinking about! You're sleeping at work and you don't want the performance, right? Is this the kind of service attitude your big company has!?"

In a daze, Riya heard the customer's voice scolding him again. He opened his eyes, and for the first time, he felt that the other person's face was so kind and approachable. He almost wished he could let the other person scold him more.

"Sorry, I'm too tired and fell asleep recently, so let's continue talking about the company's investment."

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His reaction was extremely fast, his performance was extraordinary, and his words and deeds perfectly interpreted the image the other party wanted. Soon, he made the customer smile and signed various agreements with him that he thought would be beneficial to him.

Two hours.

Finally sent the customer away.

After watching the other party leave, Ria walked from the sofa to the mirror. The reflection of herself in the mirror was her original appearance, with a complete body, no extra eyes, and no horrendous pain.

"Sure enough, everything before was just a dream. I am still fine. There is no such thing as a terminal illness."

He straightened his collar in the mirror and went out contentedly. The sun was shining brightly above his head, the trees on both sides of the street were shady, and every passerby had a satisfied smile on his face. "

…

"Ouch!"

In the darkness, little Shivall struggled out of Riya's body, looked at his peaceful sleeping face, crawled to his side with all four limbs, fluffed his feathers, took off the quilt and collapsed on the bed like a round cake.

Although it doesn't understand how the host's mood stabilizes, everything will be fine once it stabilizes. Negative emotions will accelerate the deterioration of the host's condition, and it doesn't want to see that day happen.

The host is equivalent to its parents.

Children care about their parents the most.

It is the one who cares most about Riya.

It's just that it can't speak, and it can't let the other person feel how much it likes him and admires him.

Little Shivall lay next to Ria like this until dawn. The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the house again. The dust came alive in the sunlight. Little Shival also stretched and watched the host open his eyes.

When Riya opened his eyes, he felt a little confused, but he quickly stretched out his arms to cover the upper half of his face: "I'm dreaming again."

I don't know which side he was talking about.

"Ouch." Little Shival bit his arm and pulled out a wound from the wrist to the elbow, indicating that this was not a dream.

Huge eyes slit into arms.

And Riya was also awake early in the morning. He grabbed the head of the mythical creature beside him and rotated it 720 degrees. However, the mythical creature would not die so easily. Its head was hanging on its body and swaying with only a piece of skin, as if it was happy that the host got up early to tease it.

"Don't be happy, come and make bread with me."

He grabbed the head of little Shival and shook it. He saw it automatically restored its original appearance. Then, it flapped its wings and flew to the ground. It followed Riya out of the door step by step. At the moment before leaving the door, it jumped and got back into Riya's body.

"Good morning, Aunt Steve, you look a lot younger today. Just looking at your back, you look like a 30-year-old lady."

"Sun, Kercha, why are you so sweet in the morning."

Mrs. Steve handed him the freshly baked black bread with a curved corner of her mouth, indicating that he should put it on the table at the door to arrange the plate, and the store entrance was surrounded by people as usual.

When Riya came back last night, Mrs. Steve looked at his new clothes from top to bottom. Riya explained that this was the money he had saved for a long time, just to buy himself a new set of clothes.

I don’t know how much the old lady believed this lie, but she didn’t ask anything more, but praised Riya for his handsome outfit.

At that moment, Riya sincerely felt that Mrs. Steve was a good person.

Even if it was to repay her kindness, Riya would work hard to increase some profits for the bread stall.