Lord of the Silver Crow

Richard Olga returned to his new residence with manuscript paper and ink.

To his surprise, these strange stories that he didn't like very much were not sure why they were popular.

Put down the manuscript paper and put the ink on the brand new table.

In just over two weeks, he earned a reward that he couldn't even think of before.

He dared to rent a house that he could not afford before.

Moreover, a couple of strange guys were willing to pay and he bought the news of Mr. Barry two days ago.

Private detective?

Richard Olga sat in a chair, thinking about these things with some confusion.

Mr. Dicklaus Barry, a coffee shop owner, should not be considered wealthy, but he can build a relationship with a place like Flower Newspaper, allowing him and several other people to write stories in the new magazine of Flower Newspaper.

Although those stories are rumors that he and a few others have collected everywhere in Red Rose City.

What a weird scarecrow that is motionless, the rats in the sewer, the ghost maid of the old house...

However, when you think about it carefully, the other stories are basically vague. The details inside are all added by him. Only the story of the scarecrow has a lot of details...

From whom did you hear that story?

Richard Olga rubbed his wrist, but he couldn't remember it.

I guess it was the details I added when I was in a daze, right?

Richard shrugged.

Maybe he needs a glass of ale for refreshing?

No, his current income can come with some red rose wine!

Red rose wine is the taste that an artist should have, and ale or something will be liked by the lower class vulgar people.

Richard straightened his chest, stood up, and was about to leave the room.

However, just as he walked the corner, suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the door frame on the side distorted in a very strange range, and a thin, stupefied scarecrow stood there.

"what!!!"

Richard was taken aback, fell to the ground and hit the picture frame hanging on the wall. The picture frame fell down and hit him on the head.

He closed his eyes subconsciously because of pain and objects falling from before his eyes.

However, when he opened his eyes again, everything returned to its original state.

The door frame was not skewed, nor was there a crooked scarecrow standing by the door.

The heart was beating rapidly in the chest cavity, and the rumbling voice was transmitted into the brain, causing Richard to swallow.

Do you think too much?

It is an illusion.

Richard stood up with a sigh of relief and hung the fallen frame back to the wall.

However, when he straightened the frame, his eyes widened.

He remembered that the oil painting in the frame should be the saint of Lavasitine.

However, at this moment, the saint in the painting and the baby in her arms have become crooked and weird, which makes it difficult to see the human form.

The rough and tied lines are like a scarecrow.

scarecrow! ?

Moreover, visible to the naked eye, the frame is distorting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Richard gave a strange cry, let go of his hands in a panic and stepped back.

However, immediately, he felt soft behind his back.

Accompanied by the rustling voice, he seemed to hit something soft.

This kind of sound, he has heard similar, the straw in the stable before is similar...

Richard turned his head in amazement and saw a scarecrow with hollow eyes standing motionless behind him.

Richard, in a cold sweat, only felt that his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

With the sound of falling to the ground, Richard's body fell to the ground.

After Richard fell to the ground, the scarecrow's body suddenly moved.

Then, not far behind the Scarecrow, Yago walked out.

"Oh Huo, dizzy?"

Yago didn't expect the poet to faint like this.

Putting one hand on the shoulder of the scarecrow, Yago directly pulled out the probability straw man inside and retracted it into his body.

Then, he stretched out his hand and pulled the line of probability on the scarecrow.

As the line of probability is pulled, the shape of the scarecrow is distorted as the line of probability is distorted.

In a few moments, this simple assembled scarecrow was disassembled and reassembled into nearly a hundred straw puppets that were close to the shape of a bird.

In the future, the bird bones similar to pigeons picked up by hand were stuffed into the straw puppet, and Yago used the ability of the bone picker——

Coffin!

As the spirit mist gathered into the bone coffin, each spirit body attached to the puppet, as if it had come to life.

Yago just waved his hand, and the group of spirit birds that he had called flew out of Richard's residence one by one.

After doing all this, Yago did not stay any longer. After twisting the line of probability of the oil painting frame back to its original state, he cleared the line of probability connected to him, and immediately left Richard’s residence and jumped to the ruins. temple.

......

Above the ruins of the temple.

What immediately caught his sight was still the tall bell tower towering into the darkness. In the center of the hall, statues were still standing.

And Shugein also lay down somewhere in the temple to rest.

The devastation of devouring the spirit mist in the bubble zone, of course, could not be recovered in just a few days.

However, at least it was conscious.

Seeing Yago appearing, Shugein raised his head and glanced at him:

"ended?"

"It's over, the fit is complete."

Unexpectedly fast.

And his answer made Shugeyin's gaze fixed on him, as if he was examining it.

"what's happenin?"

Yago couldn't help asking.

"No, haven't your abilities changed in any way?"

"Nothing has changed."

Yago's response confirmed again, which made Shuge's contemplation involuntarily.

The most dangerous part of cognitive contracting is the situation that is brought about by cognitive bias, which will make mysterious changes and change abilities.

No matter how meticulous the control of rumors is, the cognitive drive will have more or less impact.

In the low sequence, because the ability itself is weak, the impact will be relatively small, but as the sequence improves, the difference in cognitive details will cause the change in ability to be more noticeable and more obvious.

In other words, the ability of people who use cognitive contract law will definitely change because of cognition.

It is theoretically impossible not to change.

Is it the power of the "gatekeeper"?

Shugein tried to look back at the huge memory he had, trying to find the corresponding case and explanation.

However, it did not.

Not at all.

It's just like.....

It was removed deliberately...

The emergence of this conjecture changed Xugein's sight slightly.

It stared at Yago and said:

"Although I am not sure what happened, you can use cognitive fit at will without paying too much attention to details..."

"Use it at will?"

Yago stopped.

Knowing the danger of cognitive fit, Shugeyin repeatedly told him several times to remind him.

Is it related to a situation that fits with your own cognition but has not changed your ability?

He is deeply aware of this.

After taking the potion, the sequence will be fixed to an offset sequence for some reason, and there is no offset for some reason when the sequence 7 bone picker...

Is it related to the system?

For such a situation, he has been thinking about what it has to do with the system.

Turning over the quaint book-like system, Yago stared at the sequence and skill bar and read it several times.

However, no matter what the connection is, he must also take potions.

The storm hunter's potion.

When taking the potion, observe the system, maybe what can be discovered is not necessarily?