A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

Immediately afterward, urged by Honghe, Zhou Ke'er and Lengchitu got out of the car.

As for Ji Huaijin and Woyu, who were practically invisible, they slipped away as soon as Honghe got off the bus.

"Cough cough..."

The middle-aged man holding the shotgun coughed and staggered around to the driver's side. He reached out and forcefully pulled open the car door, dragging the man sitting in the driver's seat out.

"Hey... what's this... filming an alien here? No, an alien needs an octopus too..."

Zhou Ke'er looked at the man who had been dragged out and couldn't help but complain.

Because it feels so familiar!

The man's eyes were wide open, almost splitting open at the corners, but strangely, there were no pupils in his eyes, only a hazy gray, as if something dirty had mixed in, making them look very turbid.

A dark, withered hand emerged from his mouth, its sharp, curled nails digging deep into his cheek and writhing as if trying to use the man's face as support to crawl out.

The bluish-gray lines gradually spread across his face, with cracks appearing along the lines, revealing a faint reddish-brown sheen, and a faint smell of sulfur wafted from somewhere.

"..."

The gunman stared intently at the man he had dragged out, writhing in agony on the ground. He sighed softly, raised his gun, aimed it at the man's head, and gently pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The man who had been shot in the head twitched twice on the ground and then fell silent.

The black arm that had been partially extended from the body writhed on the ground for a while before turning into ashes and dissipating.

What's going on?

With its head tilted back to prevent its nose from bleeding, Lengchitu asked with difficulty.

"It's possession... He's possessed by a demon, a real demon. Damn it, did we not get rid of it last time...?"

The man with the gun kicked the car door hard.

Although she felt it wasn't appropriate to say such things when someone's companion had died in such a tragic situation, Zhou Ke'er simply couldn't help it...

"This possession thing you mentioned, is it powerful?"

"It's not a matter of whether it's powerful or not!"

The gunman had no idea why Zhou Ke'er would ask such a strange question.

"It really is that kind of rare thing..."

Honghe picked up the conversation and added.

"How come you're so familiar with this? Did you take a course on the history of the Old World in college?!"

Zhou Ke'er looked at Honghe in surprise. Although she knew that this guy knew a lot of memes, he even knew this kind of meme... This guy is a master!

"...?"

Upon hearing this, Honghe paused for a moment, a rare look of confusion on her face: "...I...I don't think I've ever heard this joke before...but I just blurted it out, as if it were very familiar, as if I'd heard it many times before, but...I definitely don't remember it..."

"Yeah... why... it's so strange, sometimes I've never even heard of those jokes you're talking about before, but I just blurt them out unconsciously..."

Flamingo suddenly began to question the meaning of life.

Zhou Ke'er scratched her head. How could a casual remark make someone question their existence? Sigh... It's such a sin. The daily life of a psychiatrist is just so tedious and boring.

"..."

The gunman ignored Zhou Ke'er's antics, placed the double-barreled shotgun on the ground, knelt on one knee beside the dead man, closed his eyes, and silently made the sign of the cross.

Seeing this, Zhou Ke'er naturally couldn't resist joining in the fun. She went over and imitated him, making the sign of the cross and casually saying, "R. ora pro nobis." (Pray for us).

"...Praying?"

Honghe quickly returned to normal, decided not to think too much about it, and looked at Zhou Ke'er making the sign of the cross, crossed her arms and said.

"This is our trusted hen!"

Zhou Ke'er answered without turning her head.

"...Prayers of the Saints...Are you a believer?"

After hearing what Zhou Ke'er said, the man with the gun opened his eyes in slight surprise and asked.

"No! Actually, I am the Kami of the New Century!"

Zhou Ke'er suddenly stood up and said.

"???"

"...Let's not waste any more time here. I think if we keep dragging this out, the police will catch up with us soon. Let's hurry up and get going!"

Cold Rabbit's nosebleed finally stopped. She looked at Zhou Ke'er and the others who were doing something and urged them in a muffled voice.

"Yes, yes! That's right!"

Huai Jin Wo Yu finally found an opportunity to repeat a year of high school, and quickly nodded in agreement.

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62. Collapse (VI)

"Ah!"

Just then, a heart-wrenching scream of terror came from the side.

The crowd couldn't help but turn their heads, only to see a monster with a grayish-blue body, tattered black clothes, and blood gushing from its body. Its eyes were enormous, and its head looked more like a fish than a human. It was staggering toward them on the road.

When passersby saw this, the more timid ones couldn't help but scream, while the calmer ones took out their phones and started calling the police.

"It's that man in the black cloak from before, the one who got shot."

The flamingo immediately spotted the obvious gunshot wounds on the other person's body. Because the gunshot wounds caused by a double-barreled shotgun are much larger than those caused by a regular shotgun, they are easy to spot.

"He's not dead?... "

The man with the gun glanced at the thing with slight surprise, then raised his shotgun again and aimed at it.

"Oh right, Uncle... what should I call you? I can't keep calling you Uncle, can I?"

Zhou Ke'er leaned closer to the man with the gun and asked.

"...Damon."

Damon glanced helplessly at Zhou Ke'er and answered casually.

"Someone has called the police. The police station should be able to pinpoint our location soon. We'd better not linger with this guy and just leave!"

Cold-cooked Rabbit tilted its head back and suggested, "Since it's already injured and can't outrun a car, we don't need to bother with it, right?"

"You're right, but we don't have any cars left."

Zhou Ke'er shrugged, pointed to the silver car next to her whose front was dented and whose hood was still belching black smoke, and replied, "Look at the state of this car, do you think it's still usable?"

"Bang...bang!"

Suddenly, without warning, a sound like something constantly striking the ground came from underground, and the ground began to shake violently.

Before long, the ground, about half a street away from the crowd, suddenly cracked open, and thick, grayish-green plants spread out from the cracks.

The grayish-green plants were covered with countless dense suckers, and huge flower heads bloomed on the vines. The roots that were partially exposed above the ground oozed a large amount of bright red liquid, staining the barbs that extended from the vines red.

The vines displayed a distinctly withered gray-green hue, vaguely recognizable as former plant buds. Now still supple, they were tightly intertwined, like the drooping arms of a dying man, or like fine threads capable of strangling a tree. Their eerie, slender shapes seemed to utter an evil lament.

However, these plants did not grow from underground.

As you can see, the barbs are firmly embedded in a standing, moss-covered rock that looks like a giant stone pillar that has just risen from the seabed.

At first glance, the massive stone pillar appears convex, but upon closer inspection, it reveals itself to be concave. And beneath the entwined vines, the twisted, unpredictable edges peeking through the cracks seem to conceal a sinister threat and a restless spirit.

Although it was entangled by vines, it was easy to see... no, rather, it was an intuition that was etched into one's mind at a glance: this stone pillar was not something that had been piled up and polished later, but was built from huge, green stone that was too big to have come from Earth.

The stone pillar also features diagonally extending, piercing through the gaps in the vines, and reaching high into the sky for dazzling megalithic carvings. These magnificent statues and their ornate reliefs exude a strong sense of uncleanliness.

From the various parts of the relief, which are hidden by vines, it can be seen that the sculpture is a humanoid monster covered with fine green scales, with thick, webbed hands pressing on the ground, a huge dorsal fin on its back, naturally bent over and looking forward, and a head that is completely fish-shaped, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth.

It's like an enlarged version of the Deep One that Zhou Ke'er summoned before. Moreover, compared to it, this one is even less humanoid and gives people a more ominous, unclean, repulsive, and nauseating feeling.

Simply put, it's... enough to make your sanity drop drastically just by looking at it.

Almost the moment Zhou Ke'er saw that thing, she instinctively turned her head away, her back to it.

Even so, Zhou Ke'er's sanity dropped by 5%, all because of just a glance, a fleeting moment.

As for Red Crane and the others, they reacted quickly, immediately turning their backs. After all, they were players who knew what would happen after losing sanity, and they reacted immediately upon noticing the loss.

However, Damon, who was completely unprepared for this, was in trouble. He stared at the stone pillar entwined with vines, unable to look away.

Gradually, no... it wasn't exactly "gradually," but rather almost within a dozen seconds, his condition began to deteriorate.

His eyes, though clearly weary, inexplicably radiated an incredible energy. His once-white skin suddenly turned yellow, covered by a sticky, oily liquid.

He trembled, seemingly listening to some whispers and murmurs, and looked at Zhou Ke'er and the others with a madman-like expression, eagerly sharing his incomprehensible and obscure theories.

The sound emanating from his mouth was not something a human could make; it was a hoarse, eerie sound, like fingernails scratching frosted glass, as if it contained an evil soundtrack from another world.

His entire body, covered in solid esters, rose and fell unpredictably, like waves on the sea during a storm, following the irregular tones of the music.

The dim and murky sunlight fell into his already cloudy and bloodshot eyes, reflecting the strange shapes of stars in the only faint light available to humans.

"D...Dagon! Hydra!"

He uttered those two words with a roar like a wild beast, threw his hunting rifle to the ground, and clutched his head in agony. His hair fell in a cascade, his forehead began to bulge strangely, and fine, bluish-black lines spread across his face.

"Ah-da!"

Before anyone else could react, Zhou Ke'er rushed over and kicked Damon to the ground, then picked up the hunting rifle.

Damon roared and tried to get up.

Zhou Ke'er casually tossed the shotgun to Honghe, then used her free hand to press hard on the back of Damon's head, slamming it onto the ground.

"Bang! Bang!"

After smashing it nearly ten times until Damon fell silent, Zhou Ke'er finally stopped what she was doing.

"Tsk, even the hair is gone, it's really hard to grab, I almost dropped it."

Zhou Ke'er wiped her hands on Damon's clothes with disgust and pouted.

"...Is this the 'Dense Fog' difficulty level? Absolutely no clues, we know nothing, like groping in complete darkness, devoid of all five senses. Events occur without warning... Everything is beyond the comprehension of human thought..."