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Chapter 1524 No. 141: The unavoidable list of must-eats in the theater
Since there are cultists among the employees here and he has offended cultists, he naturally cannot ignore the possible connection between the two.

Omer Linton, who had some ideas about what might happen when he arrived, was somewhat shocked by the sense of disjunction of the furnishings in the room, but he was still the first person to take action in the team.

He went straight to the chair in front of a computer in the room and sat down there very straightforwardly.

"Why did you sit down?"

"You said before that this is a temporary safe house. How temporary is it?"

Regardless of Nishizaki Yutaka's surprise or Sirius's doubts, he closed his eyes and ignored Federico's observation of some furnishings and fiddling with some objects after he walked into the house.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at the three people. He felt a little confused and a little used to it. He just couldn't help but rub his bangs which seemed to have grown a lot and were already itching his eyelids.

What should I do? He scratched his head and turned to fumble with the computer in front of him.

His search was not smooth. After turning on the computer, the box asking for a password was just there, confusing him again. He then looked at the unique ornaments on the table.

There is a password...

This is a workstation, not home, so there is indeed a password, but this computer is not only used by myself, so some simple reminders are necessary.

Reminder… He looked at the table, where there were models, figurines, and unforgettable miniature statues, all placed together naturally.

I simply picked up a few of them without marking any numbers or characters, and put them back to their original places. Looking at their still natural arrangement, I naturally felt a sense of comfort in my heart.

Very good, really very good, he thought subconsciously, thinking about the stories that the traces of each of the ornaments should have, and also thinking that there should be a relatively simple number in his mind. That number is related to those model figurines and other ornaments. It should be the date of appearance set by that person, which is the so-called debut day.

【Welcome to login】

Yes, that should be the case. He looked at the dynamic desktop that caught his eye. The lively and lovely green-haired girl was jumping around. Compared with a certain experienced electronic singer, she had more tentacles that were all braided, and her goat-like horizontal "I" pupils made her inhuman nature more obvious.

This kind of design can enable her to gain a fixed and special audience, but what is important at the moment is not the summary of the group, but the urgent recording work ordered by the playwright.

This kind of thing doesn't happen often, but once it happens, every second counts, so the program used for emergency recording should be in a clear location and have an especially obvious startup display.

Just like now——

boom!
The sudden sound of collapse made everyone turn their heads and look at the light screen that suddenly opened on the side of Omer's computer. On the screen, there were not only black and red humanoid giants covering their heads and screaming, but also countless security bionic men that were constantly stacking, deforming, and merging, ready to challenge.

In terms of color and appearance, it should be clear at a glance that good and evil are facing each other.

But now, those deformed and fused security bionic men are also showing the melting and distortion of the bionic men they chased before. Now they have begun to take on the appearance of regular giants, not only with their iron-gray heterogeneous appearance, but also with exoskeleton armor formed by countless tentacles entangled in a certain direction.

"Has this also been contaminated by the evil god?" Sirius frowned and asked, "Isn't this against the rules?"

"It should be different from the actual development," Nishizaki Yutaka touched his chin, looking at the 4K film-level image quality that was quite shocking even for the enemy. "After all, drama is drama, not a historical documentary. The Gulanjinel Theater is only temporarily closed for adjustment, not closed for rectification. It shouldn't be such a big deal."

"The barrier is still functioning normally," Federico, who had just glanced at the screen and then focused on other things, said, "Even if this scene happened in reality, it would not be shut down for rectification."

After all, no public loss was caused, and no casualties occurred. Even if there are residual alien power, it is not illegal. Generally, only warnings will be given, and in serious cases, a fine will be imposed.

After all, the reason why the religions related to the outer gods are called cults is because their existence and their power themselves carry a kind of disorder that comes from the foundation of the universe.

In the vast universe, the limits of human intelligence are not enough to cover what is beyond our reach.

In such a world, disorder is the essence, and order is an accident, a miracle that is maintained, developed, and even spread to the surroundings by countless lives born by accident. That miracle naturally has a lot of room for development, but at present it is far from being popularized for civilian use.

If you make contact rashly, those who are supposed to go crazy will still go crazy.

When they go crazy, they may even affect others. If the situation gets serious, the entire city will be "coloured" quickly like an infectious disease.

This is why any religion that worships its existence will be labeled a cult.

Even if they have no malicious intent, their activities alone can force the Federation to divert some of its energy to deal with the Outer Gods. It is only in compliance if they walk on the earth in the form of an incarnation, and it is only legal if they restrain themselves from using their power indiscriminately and do not leave traces that would drive people crazy upon contact.

As for the religions that worship their existence, they are obviously directly labeled as cults, because 80% of the members of such religions are abnormal people who have been influenced by disorder, and the remaining 20% ​​look normal, but are actually not that normal. Every one of them is a pure mental patient.

It’s just that real mental patients often receive certain legal protection due to the mental illness itself, and some patients with mild symptoms can strike a balance between protection and freedom, becoming T1 players who will not be locked up in a small dark room but will have certain legal protection.

But this is not the case with cultists.

They will be watched by the police even before they are involved in any illegal or criminal activities. If they are really involved in any illegal or criminal activities, they will be tortured on the spot. Even if there are no problems, they will be criticized. If there are problems, they will be sent to prison at the speed of light. They have to go through fewer procedures than other criminals. They can be said to be short-distance specialists in the prison system.

It is for this reason that those cult members who are able to live a normal life outside tend to live more cautiously than ordinary people, trying to avoid getting into trouble.

Unless they no longer intend to live a normal life.

——Of course, the above are all high-quality cultists.

The idiots like those in Omar's mailbox who were threatened and intimidated directly and then reported and sent away are the majority of the cultists.

Either their brains have been corrupted by faith, or they are not very smart and therefore persist in their faith, which distinguishes them from other people who join the religion for more complicated reasons.

Omer strongly suspected that the Grand Guignol Theatre had so many cult employees because it had been targeted by the police too many times and had connections in this area.

It is hard to say whether it is resettlement or labor reform. In any case, being able to get the job means that one has gone through a lot of screening, and one should be as cautious and concerned as Federico said.

They are all perfect actors of psychoanalysis + natural horror drama, and can easily create the "big puppet" that the theater wants. When paired with the piano music of Miss Arturo, they are perfect.

But their performance should also be limited beyond reality.

Either a drama or a barrier, this is the perfect stage for them, and there should be music while they dance.

"Shh-"

So he signaled the hallucinations to be silent, leaving the three faces with similar confusion.

What an ignorant hallucination... Omer thought, but that woman looked really familiar. Perhaps he had seen such a beautiful woman with a hot body on the screen, but it didn’t matter. Anyway, she was not as good as the Cthulhu he promoted.

When he thought about whether there would be a 150cm, 41kg, slightly tsundere, energetic loli with green long straight tentacles, exuding a faint ancient fragrance, quietly sitting next to him with tears in her eyes, and choking to herself, wondering why there has been no sacrifice for such a long time, and whether she has turned to that bad woman in yellow, he could not help but hum softly - that's enough... He eliminated the immersive, simulated fantasy from his mind, his eyes were extremely calm, and he looked at the screen in the belated piano sound.

But he did not forget to glance at his teammates beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Although he had said before that he would rather escape than deal with those androids in order to avoid the need to go back to the psychiatric department.

But at this point, psychiatric examinations are something that almost everyone has to do.

(End of this chapter)