I can find treasures in my dreams.

Chapter 359: The Magical Effects of Satellite Astrology

Nebra City.

This is a small town about 1,500 kilometers away from the federal capital, White Rock City.

White Rock City is close to the east coast of the Federation, while Nebra City is located in the interior of the continent.

In the eyes of the vast majority of the Gamenians, the interior is a typical backward region.

Before the era of natural disasters, the inland was mainly based on agriculture, and the agricultural output value was naturally not as good as that of industry, so the economic situation was naturally not very good.

After the Age of Natural Disasters, the Blue Star suddenly entered an extreme cold period. Agriculture in the inland areas was destroyed and the situation became even worse.

Most families in inland areas who were able to relocate moved to the East Coast or the West Coast, or to the capitals of various states.

The poor who stayed inland had to endure scarcity of supplies and soaring prices.

The city of Nebra is a typical example.

Two years ago, this small town had more than 20 residents, but now the population has dropped to less than 10.

Fully half missing!
at this time.

In a dim basement on the east side of the city.

A black shadow was lying on the yellowed sofa, holding an old monocular telescope in both hands and pointing it at the ceiling above.

There was clearly nothing on the ceiling, but the shadow stared at it without blinking.

Not only that, he even breathed a little faster, with fear and shock in his eyes.

Honestly, this look makes one look like someone is mentally ill.

A few seconds passed.

The black shadow put down the monocular telescope, sat up straight with an uncertain expression, and muttered to himself.

“It’s really a ghost!
“A while ago, a monster transformed from a Delinte appeared in Shiraishi City, and many people were massacred at the JICA headquarters.

"Why did such a terrifying monster appear again today? A strand of hair can kill people so easily?"

The shadow was a little suspicious: "Could this be a trap set by the Great Xia Crow?"

He unconsciously turned the monocular telescope in his hand, with a look of anxiety on his face.

Deep down, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the Great Xia Crow was, and he also knew that the Great Xia Crow was determined to kill him.

Therefore, Black Shadow really wanted to cut off the connection with Bai Shi City, so he stayed in the basement for a year to avoid being tracked by the Great Xia Crow.

But he wanted more material things, wanted to be surrounded by beautiful women, and wanted delicious food and wine every day.

He really didn't want to hide in a hole in the ground all day like a gopher.

What is the meaning of such a life?

Only federal officials can provide him with everything he wants.

The shadow relies on his own abilities and knows all the deep secrets.

The Federation's superpower organization, Mountain of Gods, controls an extremely evil method of prolonging life.

Performing this ritual once can extend one's life by at least ten years and at most thirty years.

In addition, it can quickly restore body functions.

For example, an eighty-year-old's body, after undergoing the ritual, actually recovered to the state of a forty-year-old.

He once witnessed a wealthy man who was so old that he was confined to a wheelchair. He walked out of the ritual altar and pulled two blonde beauties into a room.

He clenched the monocular in his hand, his expression full of desire: "I am already 48 years old this year, and I want to return to the state of being 20 years old."

He also wanted to enjoy a wonderful life like that rich man.

Even though the ritual required human sacrifice, which was a complete evil sacrifice, he didn't care at all.

Thinking of this.

The shadow immediately made up his mind - to agree to the request of the federal officials and track the movements of this monster.

He muttered quietly, "Anyway, I have already prepared a backup plan. Even if the Great Xia Crows track them down, they will be led to the camouflage point I set up. There should be no problem with safety."

He raised the monocular slightly, and his arm shook.

"Om~"

The telescope vibrated strangely, and a faint light appeared on its surface.

The shadow cleared his throat and said in a deliberately low voice: "Colonel, I will take action!"

This colonel was the person in charge of liaison with him at the JICA headquarters.

A voice immediately sounded in his mind: "Mr. X, thank you very much for your assistance."

The black shadow, Mr. X, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Although it was not the first time he heard it, he still felt happy from the bottom of his heart when being addressed as "Sir" by a senior military officer.

In the past, he was just an ordinary farm worker, who was called a redneck all day long. Who would look at him straight in the eye?

Mr. X sighed a little: "I have loved studying satellites since I was a child, but I didn't expect to gain such amazing abilities."

He stretched out his hand, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and said devoutly: "Thank you, merciful Lord!"

On the one hand, he believed in the Lord, whose teachings emphasized love, tolerance, humility and salvation.

On the other hand, he turned a blind eye to all kinds of evil atrocities and even wanted to regain youth through evil sacrifices.

I have to say, this is a complete form of schizophrenia.

Mr. X pointed the monocular at the ceiling again and began to observe carefully.

"Buzz..."

The telescope continued to vibrate.

A strange picture, very close to a three-dimensional stereogram, with a bird's-eye view, immediately appeared in his eyes.

It is Baishi Castle.

This is the unique ability of "satellite" astrology.

He called it the satellite perspective.

Mr. X had an idea and raised the satellite's perspective to the highest level, so that the observation area became the largest, covering almost five districts.

He looked carefully for a few times and locked onto an area: "The smell of death here is particularly strong. Could it be that a monster has just been here?"

Mr. X's mind moved again, and the satellite's perspective began to rapidly decrease.

The observation area quickly shrank, leaving only a dozen buildings, but the image of each building became extremely clear, and every window could be seen clearly.

This is not Red Shark Company, but another location.

Mr. X whispered, "Be more transparent."

The walls of all the buildings instantly became translucent, revealing the scenes inside the buildings.

He immediately saw that there were corpses lying in many rooms.

Mr. X made a "pull" gesture with his right hand, and dozens of corpses floated up, quickly enlarged dozens of times, and slowly rotated.

Each corpse is lifelike, with every detail of the facial features appearing as if seen in person.

He observed the corpses one by one and found that there were three to five small holes on the top of the head of each corpse.

A little brain matter oozed out of the small hole, which was obviously the cause of death.

Mr. X gasped, "The monster's killing efficiency has increased so quickly?"

Just now, the monster killed people in the Red Shark Company, either cutting them into pieces or stabbing them into sieves with blood gushing out of them.

Now they just drill a few small holes on the top of the head, which makes the target's brain a mess.

Behind this change, it is proved that the monster knows which killing method is more labor-saving and efficient.

It is improving at an astonishing rate.

Monsters who know how to learn, summarize, conclude, and improve are undoubtedly the most terrifying category.

Mr. X couldn't help but think of a possibility: "What should I do if this kind of monster appears in Nebra City?"

Relying on himself alone, he had no means to fight against the monster.

The only way is to wait for federal rescue.

If you want to get help as soon as possible, you must fully demonstrate your abilities and make the authorities think you are indispensable.

Otherwise, why would the authorities spend manpower and resources to rush to rescue?
For the first time, Mr. X felt that for the sake of his own life, he should use all his abilities to find the monster as soon as possible.

He took a breath and whispered, "We can only use the scanning mode."

"Om~"

The telescope shook again.

An illusory image of a monocular telescope strangely appeared in Mr. X's pupils and lit up slightly.

His pupils moved rapidly and his gaze focus kept changing as he observed every corner of a dozen buildings.

Every time the focus changes, a small phantom image floats up.

Ten seconds later.

Mr. X let out a long breath and put down the monocular.

A little bit of sweat appeared on his forehead, a trace of bright red blood flowed from his nostrils, and a strong sense of dizziness appeared in his brain. This is a typical symptom of excessive mental energy consumption.

He picked up a tissue and wiped the blood, revealing a big smile.

Because an illusory image similar to a human was floating in front of him.

This is exactly what the desperate water monster looks like.

Its face was extremely clear, the ice-blue skin texture was lifelike, and its long hair was floating in the air, gently wriggling like a living thing.

Mr. X suppressed his dizziness and took a look at the image. He was stunned for a moment: "Could it be that the monster was transformed from a human woman?"

The face of the Desperate Water Monster is exactly the same as that of a human female, which makes it hard not to make associations.

He then smiled smugly: "The monster has the ability to become invisible. The authorities can't do anything about it. I should be the first person to figure out what the monster looks like."

He felt that since he had demonstrated this unique skill, the federal officials would definitely pay more attention to him.

Mr. X raised the telescope again.

This time it was not aimed at the ceiling, but in the other direction.

Next, he planned to use the power of satellite astrology to transmit the real image of the monster to the JICA headquarters.

*
White Rock City.

Just when the cake was half done, Yang Fan suddenly looked up at the sky.

He keenly felt that some special power was descending from the sky.

This is the power of the stars.

Only those who have comprehended the original astrology can sense this magical power.

And the astrological power that descended at this time was stronger than any time before.

Yang Fan's eyes immediately flashed with a smile: "Mr. X, have you finally used your best skills?"

For him, this was a good thing he had been looking forward to for a long time.

This means that the "mole" temporarily relaxed its vigilance and poked its head out of the "rat hole".

This also means that the strategy formulated this time was very successful.

Yang Fan felt the power of the satellite and the stars becoming stronger and stronger, and he felt more and more happy.

"The last time Mr. X set a trap, I chose to sit tight and not take any action.

“It appears that this did cause Mr. X to have self-doubt and undermined the trust between Mr. X and federal officials.

"So Mr. X is going to such great lengths to track down the Despair Water Monster in order to prove himself to the federal officials?"

Although this was a good opportunity to trace Mr. X's location, Yang Fan still did not take any action.

Because he was 100% sure that Mr. X must have prepared a response.

Once he takes action, Mr. X's "rat head" will definitely shrink back.

At that time, it would not be possible to dig out the gopher in a short time.

"Mr. Magician, can we eat the cake now?" the voice of the little girl Tracy came over.

For children, eating delicious food and playing fun things are their greatest pursuits.

Yang Fan looked at Tracy eagerly, and couldn't bear to refuse, so he smiled and said: "Although it's not cooked yet..."

Tracy looked disappointed.

Yang Fan changed the subject: "But I'm a magician, that's not a problem."

Tracy immediately became happy.

Because she knew that the magical magic was about to happen again.

Yang Fan opened the steamer and took out the half-cooked cake.

From the color of the cake, even a child can tell that it is not cooked.

He smiled and said, “Watch it!”

Tracy's eyes widened.

Yang Fan moved his right hand and a lighter appeared in his hand.

"Crack!"

There was a burst of flame from the lighter.

Yang Fan waved his lighter.

The flame suddenly broke away from the lighter, slowly flew towards the cake, and hit it directly.

This moment.

"call!"

The flames expanded dozens of times, and a huge fireball appeared in the room, engulfing the entire cake.

The girl was startled and quickly took a few steps back.

The flame lasted for less than half a second before disappearing completely.

The cake turned into a beautiful golden color and exuded an enticing aroma.

"Wow!"

Tracy screamed in extreme excitement.

To her, this is wonderful magic.

In fact, this is just one of the ways to use fire-related abilities, and the cake can be baked instantly.

And to bake the cake to perfection, neither too little nor too burnt, requires extremely strong control, which is something that not ordinary psychics can do.

Yang Fan quickly spread a layer of cream on the cake, then put a layer of strawberries on it, and it was done.

When Tracy saw this, her saliva couldn't stop flowing.

Yang Fan laughed when he saw this. He cut a piece of cake with a knife, put it on a plate and handed it to the girl.

Tracy picked up a piece with her fork and couldn't wait to taste it. She smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed: "It's delicious!"

*
JICA headquarters.

In a secret underground room.

A colonel held a monocular telescope, shook it gently a few times, and tentatively shouted: "Mr. X?!"

The telescope was silent.

The colonel waited for a few seconds, his face darkened, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn it!"

Just saying "I will take action" and then no further response, what is this?
A senior intelligence officer stood next to him, and said helplessly, "Could it be that Mr. X is worried about the Great Xia Raven, so he disconnected again?"

Many people now know that Mr. X seems to have developed a very serious psychological trauma towards the Great Summer Raven. He is always worried about being found by the other party, so he often has some neurotic reactions.

The colonel sighed.

Although he didn't say anything, judging from his expression, he very much agreed with this statement.

The senior intelligence officer shrugged and said, "I really don't understand. We have never found that the Great Summer Raven has set foot on the land of the Federation. Why is Mr. X so scared?"

What this means is - persecution mania.

at this time.

An angry voice suddenly rang out in the secret room: "The Daxia people have an old saying: A frog staying at the bottom of a deep well will never know how big the real sky is."

It was Mr. X's voice.

The senior intelligence officer looked embarrassed when he heard this.

Mr. X continued, "You haven't even awakened a single bit of your supernatural power. You don't even know how strong a truly powerful person is."

The senior intelligence officer lowered his head, not daring to refute the other party.

The colonel quickly tried to smooth things over: "Mr. X, how do you plan to track the monster? This thing is too cunning. We sent out five teams to track it, but it got rid of them all."

Mr. X snorted: "How can you track a monster if you don't even know what it looks like or what abilities it has?"

The colonel was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "Do you have information about the monster?"

Mr. X said with full of pride: "Of course!"

He added: "Just watch!"

The voice just fell.

"Buzz!"

The monocular telescope in the colonel's hand shook violently.

A faint beam of light emerged from the telescope and transformed into a clear image.

It was exactly the appearance of a desperate water demon.

Its long hair is waving constantly, making it look vivid.

The colonel and the senior intelligence officer were stunned.

(End of this chapter)