The red moon returns

Chapter 337 Color
"It's normal to not find anything wrong. Mysterious aliens are more complicated. There are humanoids like snakemen or ghouls, but there are also many very strange existences. They often exist in normal ways, but our cognition prevents us from doing so. Even if I see it, I can’t understand it. I can’t explain it in more detail because I haven’t encountered it before. This was what my father told me when he was still alive.”

Under the bell tower, the police officer who found nothing explained softly.

The fat mayor had been escorted away by only three policemen in the town, but his crazy laughter still echoed in Lynch's mind, full of malice.

With the cooperation of the police and other officials, the townspeople were temporarily calmed down and gathered in the square.

If everyone is together, it will be easier to deal with the symptoms in time if they do occur.

However, Lynch and the police officer still asked them to retreat ten meters away from the clock tower. There was no stage for them in front of the mysterious aliens.

The bottom floor of the clock tower is still the same, with walls made of huge stone bricks and a floor made of wooden boards. The stains on the ground are still so conspicuous.

The two turned on the gas lights and walked around the bottom of the bell tower several times without finding anything. However, the mayor's final performance showed that Lynch's judgment was not wrong, and the aliens were here.

The police officer's low explanation voice made Lynch feel a little cold. Looking at the gas lamp on the wall and touching the old tables and chairs in the corner, I always feel like there is something around me looking at me.

"But if we can't understand it even if we see it, how can we find it?"

The two men immediately ran out, rushed towards the chaotic crowd outside, grabbed the officials in formal attire, and asked if there had been any noteworthy anomalies in the bell tower recently.

Everyone was confused and shook their heads, but seeing the disappointed looks on their faces, the official in charge of the public building mentioned it.

"No, I don't want to die, please help me, I want to go home."

"I have no choice but to observe as much as possible, discover anomalies, and then use my imagination to understand their existence. I would rather be too sensitive, and maybe what I discover is the truth."

If you want to find anomalies, you must first know what is normal here, otherwise there is no way to judge. We don't understand this place at all, and of course we can't find it.

Faster, faster.

"Ah! I can't stand it anymore, don't stop me, we have to go home."

Lin Qi wanted to plug his ears, but the wailing outside continued to reach his brain, which made his expression a little distorted.

Observe, imagine, and find the anomaly.

The two of them felt their hearts sink. The revelation of the truth was indeed not the end, death was still going on.

But look at Officer Natalie next to her, her expression is normal, as if she didn’t hear anything. This is what a senior hunter can bear. In comparison, I...

Ok?
Yes, compared.

To put it simply, it is not that easy to break the limitations of cognition.

The two of them looked tense and their breathing slowed down.

No one paid much attention to such a trivial matter. If the two people hadn't asked about it, the official would have forgotten it.

The stain was like a certain area of ​​the floor that suddenly changed color. It couldn't be washed away or wiped clean. It seemed like the floor had aged and changed color. Even if you painted it, you couldn't cover the stain.

The two of them held lanterns and walked up and down several times in the ten-meter-high bell tower, but unfortunately, they were still using common sense to understand, and they didn't have any.

Then there were the sounds of scolding, fighting, and restraints, and soon it became quiet again.

Looking at each other, they felt increasingly anxious.

A few days ago, there was a stain on the originally clean floor.

Stupid.

In the mysterious world, any abnormality may be a sign.

that's it.

Maybe.

Quickly returning to the bell tower, the two saw obvious stains on the floor at a glance.

It was about the size of a dinner plate, dark red, and looked like a puddle of dried blood. But when I rubbed it with my stick, there was no attachment to the touch. As the townspeople said, it seemed to have simply changed color.

After knocking, there is a solid foundation underneath, without any hiding space. Looking at the wooden boards, they are connected to other parts of the floor, so there is no problem.

That's strange. What influence caused it to change color?
"Ah~~"

A scream came out, and it seemed that the person who had the previous attack had changed.

Lin Qi clenched his fists and turned a deaf ear.

The sudden color change was abnormal, and it was probably due to the influence of the mysterious alien being, but no, there was no alien anywhere.

Imagination, imagination.

There must be a reason, how could it not be found, unless...

An idea flashed in Lynch's mind. He grabbed the police officer's hand and took a few steps back, away from the stain.

"Unless the stain itself is a mysterious alien."

"It's impossible. We just checked it. It's just a bunch of different colors, nothing." "You told me, imagination, open our minds, can't the color itself be mysterious and alien?"

"hiss……"

The police officer took a breath, and just as their brains realized the truth, the scene in front of them also changed.

The stain slowly began to glow, becoming vivid and bright, a glowing red.

It is difficult to describe what color it is. Human language is so poor that it cannot describe the color.

It is difficult to describe the feeling of seeing it. I can only say that it is gorgeous and colorful, and its beauty seems to only exist in dreams.

Expansion, contraction, expansion, contraction.

The colors twist and flicker slightly, so beautiful and eerie that people can't bear to look away.

In the entire town, no matter people, animals or plants, as long as there are living objects, there is a faint halo of light, and a thin light extends from the body to connect with this mass of color.

"What's this?"

Lynch swallowed hard, trying to moisten his dry throat, but his voice was still dry.

"Whatever it is!"

The lady police officer had come to her senses, her eyes became sharp, and her sword was unsheathed.

Draw your sword and chop.

With a flash of light, it was cut in two.

A crack was cut into the floor, revealing the solid foundation underneath.

However, the mass of color on the floor was still there, unaffected at all.

There was no shape to speak of, no substance to speak of, it was just a mass of color.

It's just a conceptual mass of color.

How to harm red? How to cut blue?

The sword that cut off everything was now cutting through the chaotic colors.

"I come."

Lynch skillfully drew his gun and reloaded it.

Acid bombs, shot at close range, followed by a coil of death.

If physical attacks don't work, then use abilities to attack. There will always be one that suits you.

It's a pity that no matter how strong the ability is, it can't damage the color itself. Only the floor and foundation are injured.

Then just lift the floor.

The police officer cut off the entire floor with several swords, but found that the color of the cut floor became normal, but the color was left on the foundation.

Damn it, can't cover, can't hurt, can't deflect.

No wonder the mayor didn't panic at all when he was taken away.

What should I do?
Officer Natalie, who is good at frontal combat, has no clue, and Lynch has exhausted all means. The two of them can only watch helplessly as the mass of color beats and twitches like a heart, absorbing color from the connection of living things bit by bit.

"Ah, help, let me go, let me go home, help!"

The desperate shouts were like a heavy hammer, hammering into my heart.

Lynch slowly closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly.

"I have an idea, Natalie. None of these methods work, so what if we change it conceptually?"

"You can't do that. If you want to harm the aliens conceptually, you need at least high-level power. It's better to go to war directly."

"No, I don't want to hurt it, I just want to change one of its concepts." Lynch squinted his eyes, with a hint of expectation in his tone, "We change it from the color that is entrenched in the clock tower or the color that is entrenched in the town. Becoming a color entrenched in something else.”

"Ok?"

“It doesn’t need to impact it, but changes can still be made.”

"You can try it!" The police officer grabbed Lynch's wrist, "How do you plan to change it?"

"It's almost a child's game, but... it might work."

Lin Qi blinked, showed a smile, and suddenly said loudly:
"Bring me some paper."

(End of this chapter)