Part 1, The Joker Chapter 185: The World of the Mind
Waiting for the cake? That’s quite an answer out of my imagination ……No, if I can guess the answer of a psychopath, doesn’t that mean I’m almost as good ……Thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein kept his leisurely smile and asked as if he were making small talk with a friend:
”Who’s going to send you a cake?”
Hood Ogan’s expression collapsed for a moment, his face looking thinner and longer as he cried out:
”No, there’s no cake …… there’s no cake!”
”You stole my cake!”
His voice drew up sharply and his eyes rounded as he stared angrily at Klein.
Without waiting for Klein to think of how to respond, he let out a fierce “woof” and opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Then, with spittle dripping from the corners of his mouth, he jumped off the bed and took a step closer to Klein, reaching forward with both hands in an attempt to grab his opponent by the shoulders, then dragging him in front of him and biting down hard.
Facing this sudden attack, Klein, though slightly flustered, reacted in time, bending his knees in an instant and half crouching, and at the same time, turning his waist to the side and raising his left arm.
Poof!
He slammed his elbow into Hood Ogan’s abdomen, causing the other party’s eyes to turn white and more saliva to leave his mouth.
However, Hood Orgen didn’t stop moving, he fell down with the momentum and opened his arms to hold his target in a death grip.
Klein’s body veered and rolled out to the side, familiar as if he had practiced it hundreds of times.
He braced his right hand and stood up in a backflip, intending to turn defense into offense and pounce on his opponent to subdue him.
It was at this moment that he saw Hood Ogan standing there dumbfounded, his eyes out of focus, empty and blank.
…… Crane froze for a moment, then whirled and looked sideways into the corner, only to see Dunn Smith, in a thin black trench coat and silk bowler hat of the same color, clasping his hands and burying his head.
The captain has dragged Hood Orgen into a dream …… He withdrew his movements with some daze, and seizing the opportunity, drew the ceremonial silver dagger, which was utterly incapable of wounding, and by means of it created a wall of spirituality, which blocked off the single ward.
Klein then pulled out three candles infused with peppermint and arranged them on the windowsill in an inverted triangle, one to symbolize the Goddess of Night, one to symbolize the Hidden Mother, and one to represent himself.
It didn’t take long for him to set up the simple altar and light all the candles with a spiritual friction.
Just as he was about to turn back and alert the captain, Dunn had raised his head and laughed lowly:
”Hood Orgen’s dreams are a mess and there is no way to induce them.”
Before he could say anything, Hood Orgon’s eyes regained their color and were no longer empty.
Then the mad “psychiatrist” leaned back and yawned comfortably.
…… Klein was at a loss for words, so he said nothing and picked up the metal vial containing Amanda’s Pure Nectar.
He dripped the clear liquid, distilled and extracted from a mixture of nightshade, deep sleep flower, and chamomile, into the flame of the candle that represented him, allowing the serene fragrance to emanate instantly and permeate every corner of the room.
Hood Orgen’s feelings of tightness, anger, and relief all but disappeared as he lazily sat back down on the edge of his bed and gazed dementedly out the window at the Crimson Moon again, his eyes once again unfocused and serene.
Kraven also felt the transcendence of the late night, he put down the “Amanda” pure dew, and sat down next to Hood Ogan, intending to find something to make the other side withdraw the last defense.
Only in this way can he use the “Spirit’s Eye” potion to make Hood Ogan’s spirit enter a little bit into a state of chaos.
After all, I’m just an unprofessional “psychic”…… He thought of a way in advance, and took out a deck of tarot cards from his pocket.
This deck has only twenty-two main cards, the reason for easy to carry, is Klein successfully applied down the “weapon”.
Each card was inlaid with sterling silver and other metal wires that could harm necromantic creatures, and the patterns were so intricate and ornate that Klein only wanted to collect them, not use them against his enemies.
Klein cut the cards with one hand and looked at Hood Orgen with a smile:
”Let’s play cards.”
”Play cards?” Hood Orgen pulled his eyes back from the window and repeated the word in confusion.
Without answering, Klein slipped the deck of tarot cards into his hand with a kindness that could not be denied.
Hood Orgen mimicked what he had just done, cutting the cards with one hand with difficulty and successfully.
The psychopath within the Extraordinary One slowly turned his attention to the cards in his hand, which were hard and flexible and had a very impressive texture, and turned over the most superficial one:
A man in ragged clothing was hanging upside down with his hands tied, and he had a vague halo positioned at the top of his head.
Inverted man …… Klein nodded thoughtfully, took the opportunity to get up, took hold of the “Spirit’s Eye” potion, and dripped the amber-colored liquid into the candle flame – the same one that represented himself. The same one that represented himself.
The ethereal, ethereal scent of the wine filled the room, giving one the feeling of drunkenness just by smelling it.
Hood Orgen’s expression laxed a little, his eyesight lost focus, and the tarot cards in his hand slipped one by one onto the bed.
But he still sat steadily, did not fall down.
Relying on “meditation”, Klein resisted the effects that made his body and soul lighter, floatier, and dazed, and took out another metal vial from his pocket, twisted the cork, and poured the blue liquid inside into his mouth.
”Tranquility Potion.”
The cold liquid flowed through his mouth, crossed his esophagus, and entered his stomach, and Klein instantly became abnormally lucid, no longer in the slightest trance.
He exhaled slowly and skillfully picked up the other essential oil puree and herbal powder, dropping them inside the two candles that symbolized the goddess of the night.
In a light mist, he took two steps back and solemnly and solemnly chanted in low Hermetic:
”I pray for the power of the night;”
”I pray for the power of concealment;”
”I pray for the favor of the Goddess.”
”I pray that you will allow me to communicate with Hood Orgen, with the spirit of this extraordinary person beside me.”
……
A spell echoed, and Kraven saw “blackness” spreading out from within the darkly colored candle flame.
He didn’t hide, didn’t resist, and allowed the deep “blackness” to envelop him.
In an unusually lucid state, he felt that his spiritual body had broken away from the protection of his physical body and entered a void like the depths of the universe, surrounded by the ultimate darkness that had no boundaries and no sound, while the sky above his head was filled with transparent shadows of indescribable forms, and one after another of different colors of clear light containing countless amounts of knowledge.
The spirit world …… was no longer strange to Klein.
No sooner had his thoughts appeared than he saw a hazy, shimmering world wrapped in a storm of shimmering light appear in front of him.
Kline knew that this represented the spirit of Hood Ogden, his “mind body,” so he leaned in and entered the “storm” that acted as a wall.
In an instant he saw countless shimmering lights beating down upon him, and heard the murmuring of thousands and thousands and hundreds of thousands of people whispering something at the same time.
This murmur is very confusing, illogical, one moment is praising the elegance of women, the next moment is talking about squatting after the toilet bowl, one moment is crying, the next moment began to revel ……
The frantic storm of thoughts “pulled and gnawed” at Klein’s spirit, trying to assimilate him, but Klein maintained his absolute clarity and sanity, and flew rapidly toward the interior of Hoodoo O’Gunn’s “world of the mind”.
Compared to the horrible murmurings and horrible hissing before I entered the mysterious space above the gray fog, this is like a beautiful concert …… Klein laughed darkly, penetrated the storm, and saw the muddled, transparent and blurred Hood Ogden.
The Sequence 7 “psychiatrist” remained in his external form, and looked over at him with a blank look in his eyes.
Klein stopped in front of him and asked in a low voice:
”Do you know Lanlus?”
Hood Orgen replied dully:
”Recognize.”
The light and shadows around him shifted, as if Hundert-Orgen had opened up a “sea of mind”.
Soon, the intertwining light and shadow depicted a young man with ordinary face, full forehead, round glasses, and a sneer at the corner of his mouth, the black-haired, brown-pupiled young man, who was the same Llanerus that Klein had seen on the wanted posters.
Klein nodded his head in satisfaction, stabilized his emotions, and asked in a seductive tone:
”Why did Lanlus come to you?”
”He said ……,” Hood Orgen’s voice trailed off.
Suddenly, he changed to a voice full of magnetism and laughed slightly maniacally:
”Hood Ogan, this is the worst of times and the best of times, as long as we can seize the opportunity, we too can become the controller of the world and become truly immortal!”
”As long as you offer your help, not only will I show you the way to master the power of magic potions and avoid losing control, but I also promise to let you obtain a bit of divinity, immortal divinity, in the future!”
”You should be able to see which existence is behind me, my promise is K’s promise, and the Psychological Alchemy Society is in a sense related to K as well.”
”Don’t doubt that the Psychological Alchemy Society is currently not powerful enough to provide you with enough help, unless you are willing to stay at your current rank forever.”
The way to master the power of magic potion and avoid losing control …… Why does it feel like I’m tempting others with “playing the law” …… Lanlus is really ambitious ah, obviously only Sequence 8, then He started to worry about the matter of divinity ……What kind of hidden existence is behind him ……This guy seems to be planning something, not just swindling money ……Or maybe swindling money is just his hobby? just his hobby? Klein, listening to his thoughts, saw that Hood Ogan had stopped his narration and was busy pursuing the question:
”What kind of help does Lanlus want from you?”
Hood Orgen did not answer immediately, and the whole “mind world” was quiet.
Immediately afterward, he laughed out loud and replied in a very confused manner:
”Help …… help …… help!”
”Hahaha, I offered help! I offered help!”
”I let ……”
At that moment, his words came to an abrupt end, and his entire blurred spiritual body bent, and the light and shadows around him, symbolizing the “sea of the mind,” changed rapidly, and coalesced into an eerie, terrifying, and dark altar.
On top of the altar, a cross was erected, on which something seemed to be hanging upside down, and at the bottom there was a pile of indistinct things.
Light and shadow wriggled, the inverted thing was about to become clear, the whole “mind world” suddenly shook like a magnitude 10 earthquake.
Damn! Klein immediately sensed the imminent danger, without even thinking about it, turned around and flew into the chaotic thought storm, trying to escape.