They all call me the Outer God

"You may not know that although patients with pollution syndrome are intruded by the supernatural, their inspiration is also superior, and everyone has quite extraordinary artistic cells.

Most artists are madmen, so why can't it be the other way around? I would rather say that every madman is an artist. "

"They have access to things that ordinary people have no access to, have thoughts that ordinary people have never had, and live in a wonderful world that ordinary people have never set foot in——"

As he spoke, Evander spread his hands: "Praise for madness!"

Riya thought he had just drunk his brain from drinking chocolate sauce, and it was a miracle the man didn't have diabetes now.

When it comes to art, Riya thinks of Gaen's flute, which is so hard to hear that the dogs on the roadside want to kill themselves on the spot, as well as the songs made up by people who are often influenced by supernatural beings.

Some people draw pictures of the indescribable things they see in their dreams, while others compile the stories in their minds into real books and become writers.

People praise their talents, but denigrate their world, and may even imprison them as mentally ill.

When Evander turned his gaze over, Riya's expression became normal again.

"I believe you also have your own artistic talent."

Riya: “Like picking up trash?”

"Stop mentioning picking up trash... Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you picking up trash?

I thought that the current welfare of the secret keepers was so bad that the patients would not be able to afford food and would dig through the garbage. Oh my god, you are the first extraordinary person I have seen in my life who ran to pick up garbage. "

Riya felt this was rude, and he didn't offend anyone by picking up scraps.

How can people who have no habit of saving money experience the joy of watching their assets increase little by little? In his world, beggars can buy five houses just by begging.

"Wait, begging...five apartments..."

Riya suddenly discovered some new business opportunities. Evander noticed that his expression was wrong and quickly interrupted his thinking.

"Stop, stop, look, your brain is obviously affected by idiotic thinking."

In order to prevent the tragedy from happening, Evander pointed his finger in the air. After a moment, he made a sharp stroke, and a completely hollow crack appeared there, and an unknown murmur could be vaguely heard from it.

And he just put his hand in. After searching for a moment, Evander pulled out his hand. His arm had turned into a white bone, and there was a leech-like creature clinging to it that refused to let go.

"Go, go." Evander pulled out the leech and threw it back into the crack, and the crack disappeared automatically.

In his hand he now held a pair of gold-rimmed monocles.

"This thing is a mysterious item that allows you to block memetic pollution. When you become stronger, you can solve the excess pollution by yourself."

With that said, Evander handed the glasses to Riya. Riya was stunned for a moment and then took them. He took off the original glasses and put the new mysterious item on his face.

At that moment, he discovered that his eyes could actually see things clearly. Although only one eye could see clearly, this was still much better than the original situation where he could not see both eyes and had to use golden eyes. "

"You...I really don't know how to express my gratitude."

Riya solemnly thanked Evander, but Evander didn't think it was a big deal. He said: "The price of this thing is that you have to wipe it every day. If you don't wipe it for one day, it will become mysophobia and it will be scrapped."

"But such a price is simply too much for you. If you don't want to wipe it, I can replace it for you when it is scrapped.

Don’t think about anything next. I believe that with your strength, you will reach Meme Seven soon. "

As he spoke, Evander stretched out his skeletal arm again and smiled with satisfaction: "Look, my hands are so handsome now. I'll restore them in a few days when I appreciate them enough."

"Why are you helping me like this?" Riya asked this question again. He was still very puzzled. With the other party's attitude, even his own son could not be treated like this.

When things go wrong, there must be a monster, so Riya still maintains a suspicious attitude and wants to find out what this person wants to do.

No one is nice to another person for no reason.

If what Evander said before is true, it would be even weirder.

As someone who touches the rules of "trade", Riya is very clear about the necessity of exchange. Even if parents are good to their children, they still have to expect their children to advance pensions for them. A good thing like pie in the sky, Riya doesn't think it will happen to her. body.

Don't blame him for being suspicious. He has survived to this day just because of his suspicious personality. It is almost impossible for him to believe in others.

"Why do you have to live such a tiring life? If I want to kill you, I only need to mention it to someone. I don't even have to do it myself. You can say goodbye to this world."

"Well, since you insist on me making my request, I can only say that I hope you reach Meme Four as soon as possible, at least Meme Four or above."

"Then what?"

"Then? Then get me out."

Riya was even more confused. Evander was clearly staying here, but he said nothing about rescuing him.

Moreover, only patients with memes four or above are eligible for the task. How powerful can Evander be?

"How can I save you?"

“It’s too early to talk about this now, you will know later, but in short, you can no longer use the body parts of extraordinary creatures to sacrifice to the gods.

I suggest you think about what you need to prepare now. If you really sacrifice once, you will find that the two methods will present completely different results.

With the new glasses, you will be much less affected by the supernatural. You can rest well in the future and improve the meme code as soon as possible.

Finally, I give you a suggestion. When your meme code reaches four, don't hesitate to kill your plague doctor immediately, otherwise something very dangerous will appear.

Haha, let's stop here for today's topic, Leah, I have classified you as my "student". As a mentor, I will not harm my students, and as a detective, I will not harm my assistants.

But as for myself, I have to say that I may become a little irrational in a while, I hope you can forgive me. "

After speaking, Evander narrowed his eyes and looked to the side. There were already several doctors wearing bird-beak masks coming over here, and James was among them.

"Everything that happened here has blocked normal people... So let's talk about it, this disabled gentleman, what are you talking about with our members? "

Ivander looked at Leah, and Leah understood immediately.

He pointed at Ivander and shouted: "This man wanted to blackmail me to get the secrets of the Secret Keeper! He also said he would kill all of you!"

"It's unfair, do I look like someone who would do such a thing?"

Ivander immediately raised his hands innocently, or to be more precise, a hand and a bone.