Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Chapter 790 Calling (Thanks to Canglong Yu for the inspiration capsule!!! Love you~)

White Mask looked out the window and saw a team of patrol soldiers in shiny leather boots marching past the villa.

"There's martial law outside now. I didn't expect that it would be the army that would stop us from continuing our investigation." White Mask said after taking a sip of coffee.

"Uh~ I don't know why you like drinking coffee. This thing... I can't get used to it no matter how many times I drink it." The white mask grinned.

"There's martial law outside. The milkman is not working these days and can't deliver milk. If you don't want coffee, just drink water." Mongert, who was studying the symbols, said without raising his head.

"That's really unfortunate. Neither of us can cook, and now we can't go out to eat. Not to mention we have to take care of the little guy." White Mask said helplessly, putting down the coffee in his hand.

"Isn't the little guy awake yet?" asked Monget.

"Yes, it must be because it was stimulated and doesn't want to wake up." White Mask speculated.

"Haha, I think she is just pretending to sleep. She has slept for three days already. If she continues sleeping, she will starve to death. She will wake up on her own when she can't hold on any longer." Mongert said.

"Hehe... By the way, how is your research on those characters going? Have you made any progress? I always feel that you are wasting your time studying that. Those cultists have no culture at all, what useful things can they write?" said the White Mask.

"You don't understand this. It is easier to receive some advanced information without culture. We are actually garbage polluted by knowledge." Mongert said some counter-intuitive words.

"Hahaha, your statement is really unique. According to you, the current world created by intellectuals is actually a piece of garbage, right?" The White Mask was amused.

"I don't know either... After all, I have received higher education. I don't know if the world we created is garbage or not. After all, I myself have been polluted. Just like a fly doesn't think feces is garbage, we are limited by our own cognition and standpoints, and we cannot understand the full picture of this world."

"Hehehe~" White Mask did not comment. "Then have those who are not contaminated by knowledge written anything useful?"

White Mask's tone was full of sarcasm.

After a moment of silence, Mongert said, "My inspiration now is not as good as when I was young. At that time, I didn't understand anything, but I could perceive a lot of interesting things. But now, I am not so sharp."

"But I can still rely on my experience to make some judgments. These characters are not meaningless. They may very well represent the names of those cultists."

"Name? Are they using these graffiti to represent themselves because they are illiterate? Why do they do this? Is it to let that unknown evil god recognize them?" White Mask was a little puzzled.

"Your guess is very likely correct. Just like after we donate to the church, the church will print my name on the monument. The priests say that this will make God remember us. This is a very simple mentality." Mongert said.

"So do you think this behavior is useful? If gods really exist in this world, will they really remember the names of their believers?" The expression of the man in the white mask was slightly serious.

"I don't know either." Mungette shook his head.

"Okay...but these symbols really seem to be useless. After all, they only represent some people's names. What's the point even if we know these names? They are of no help in solving the case." White Mask said bored.

"No, there is spirituality in these symbols. We can learn a lot of information through them." Mongert casually pointed to a simple triangle symbol.

“Like this symbol.”

"Isn't this just a triangle? Can you tell any information from it?" said the man with the white mask with a frown.

"Look! You are contaminated by knowledge! You only think it is a triangle. But don't you find that it is not standard? First of all, it is an inverted triangle. Secondly, the three sides that make up it are not straight lines. They have some curvature."

"Huh? Maybe your hands were shaking when you were recording!" White Mask found it a little funny.

"I wouldn't make that mistake. I recorded all the details of these symbols on the spot," said Monget.

"The triangle is stable, so the person who draws this symbol has a strong character. But this symbol is not an equilateral triangle, but an inverted triangle. This shows that although the person looks strong, his heart is extremely unstable and he feels like he will fall down at any time. Moreover, the lines that make up the triangle are also twisted, which shows that he is under great pressure inside..."

"Aren't you contradicting yourself? Is there anyone who is both strong and unstable?" White Mask felt that Mongert was talking nonsense.

"This is not contradictory. He is strong, but he forced himself to stand up. He stood on one of his corners, so he was unstable. This means that he has his own concerns, and it is precisely because he cannot let go of those concerns that he stands in this posture. Once that concern disappears, he will fall down, but at this time he starts to stand on one side. At that time, he is truly stable and dangerous. Because he points his sharp corner towards others."

Hearing this, White Mask was stunned for a moment. He seemed to be able to imagine the situation of that person. At this moment, he actually had a feeling of empathy. It sounded absurd, but it really happened.

At this time, the White Mask sat silently next to Monget and began to watch these twisted and weird symbols with him.

"Then what does this circle represent?" asked the man with the white mask.

"First of all, it's not a circle. Part of it is concave inward, which means it has been damaged in some way, or it may be that it is born with defects..."

Monget began to explain the symbols patiently, and White Mask listened attentively, which was rare.

Before they knew it, it was already afternoon. The two of them were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't even have lunch.

"After listening to what you said, why do I feel that each of them is in pain? Is it because they joined the cult? The cult persecuted them, so they are so miserable." White Mask couldn't help but ask.

"How should I know? I'm not interested in why they are suffering. I just think these symbols are interesting. Maybe I can use them in my novel next time." Mongert said, stretching.

"..." The white mask was speechless. Mungert was such a strange person. He could clearly understand the suffering of others, but he could never empathize with them. I don't know how to describe this kind of person. He was just very contradictory.

"You can't possibly empathize with those cultists, can you? They kill without blinking an eye and have no respect for life. It would be sheer madness for you to empathize with them!" said Monget.

"No, I just think if we can solve the cause of their suffering, maybe they will become good people too."

"Haha...you look like you have a lot of free time. In that case, go and cook! I'm already very hungry!" Mongt said while touching his belly.

"You bastard!" The man in the white mask laughed out of anger.

But when White Mask came to the kitchen, he found that there was already a small figure cooking there.

Judging from how skillfully she cooks, her cooking skills should be much better than those of the two grown men present.

"Are you awake? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" the white mask asked softly.

"No, I'm just a little hungry. Please don't blame me for using ingredients without permission..." The little girl said a little stiffly.

"It's okay! I also want to try your cooking!" said the White Mask with a smile.

At this time, Mongt also came over and began to stare at the little girl while she cooked.

"Hey! Your eyesight is very bad!" the white mask complained.

"Humph! I was just trying to prevent her from poisoning the food!" Mongt said coldly.

The little girl who was cooking shuddered slightly when she heard this. She was really scared of that Monget.

"Why do you think so bad of everyone!" White Mask cursed.

"She is a bad person to begin with, do I need to make any associations? Since she wants to live here, she must have some value. It just so happens that the recent housekeeper is not coming, so let her clean the place!" Mongt said as a matter of course.

"She's just a child! This is inappropriate!" White Mask frowned and objected.

"It's okay, I can do it!" the little girl said excitedly. "Please don't chase me away! Without my brother's protection, those hooligans will never let me go!"

"Don't worry! We will protect you!" said the white mask.

"Haha, she must have done something to make those thugs hate her so much. If she didn't have some value, I wouldn't keep this trouble at home! Besides, didn't you say you had the clues? Let's talk about it when we have dinner later! I hope you didn't lie to me! Humph!" Mongert really didn't give any good face at all.

The man in the white mask grinned, he was also quite helpless. He wanted to remind Monget not to be so fierce, but he also lived in Monget's house now, so he didn't dare to take the spotlight.

In this way, a fairly delicious dinner was completed under the full supervision of Monget.

But before eating, Mongett put some food in a basin and took it outside.

"Huh? What do you mean?" White Mask was a little confused.

"..." Mongt did not explain, but calmly closed the door and then observed the food bowl outside through the window.

After a while, several big rats ran out from the darkness. They started to eat crazily at the food bowl. After eating quickly, they left.

Only after seeing them leave alive did Mongt begin to enjoy his dinner.

"..."At this time, White Mask finally understood what he was doing. This guy was using rats to test poison.

"You're just wasting your time! If I were to poison you, I wouldn't be so superficial. I would poison the edge of your plate, or the door handle..." The man in the white mask couldn't bear it anymore and began to frantically recount some methods of committing the crime.

Mongette, who was eating, froze. The look he gave the white mask became a little strange, a rather resentful look.

On the other side, the little girl who was eating frantically couldn't help but want to laugh. She looked at the white mask with gratitude. She knew that the white mask was venting her anger. Although she didn't hate Monget's actions, she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. However, after she saw Monget's funny expression, her unhappiness disappeared.

Soon the meal was finished, the little girl began to clean up the dishes, and the white mask was lying on the chair with satisfaction. He had eaten junk food for a few days, and now he finally had a good meal!

Mungette had intended to ask the little girl for some clues during the meal, but after being scolded by the White Mask, he lost the mood.

But after the little girl finished cleaning the table, she took the initiative to find the two and began to provide clues.

"Actually, I don't know what counts as a clue. If you have any questions, just ask!" The little girl sat on a chair, clenching her hands nervously.

"Anyway, tell me about your brother first! Does he have any special behavior? For example, secretly participating in cult sacrifices or something like that." The man in the white mask asked first.

"Are you talking about the Illuminati? I didn't know it was a cult. Those members are normal people. My brother went there just to help them deal with some thugs or something."

"Huh? Wait! The Illuminati has been killing people like crazy. Will they need your brother to deal with those thugs? Do they want to conceal their identities, so they use your brother's identity as a policeman to handle these matters?" asked the white mask.