When evil gods hold a meeting in my head

Click, click...

The wooden strips on the window were not nailed securely. The creature inside the iron cabinet, which was probably the professor's, would bump into the cabinet wall every few seconds, and the slight vibrations caused the wooden strips to make a constant rubbing sound.

With a creak, Richard slowly opened the iron cabinet, the sharp, rusty edges almost cutting his hand.

Because the top hat was positioned directly above the cabinet, the fire couldn't illuminate the inside. The cramped space was pitch black! He couldn't see anything, so he carefully took off the top hat, held it in his hand, and tried to bring the flames closer to the cabinet.

As the top hat moved, he could hear faint, heavy breathing coming from inside, as if a thief was hiding inside, so nervous he could hardly breathe!

Each breath struck Richard's heart, thumping and thumping, causing his heartbeat to gradually quicken.

Just as the top hat came to a stop in front of the cabinet, the flames illuminated the metal cabinet. He held his breath and stared at the illuminated corner.

The metal cabinet was mottled and rusty around the edges, with holes eroded by salt water. Several shredded lab reports lay scattered around the holes. Below were several bottles containing unidentified liquids, their black caps emitting a pungent, fishy odor that made Richard dizzy and nauseous.

"There's no sign of the professor..."

He didn't know whether to be happy or worried. If the things in the cabinet weren't the professor... then what could have bumped into the cabinet wall just now? He frowned.

Suddenly, a dark shadow darted out from inside, brushed past my cheek, crossed my shoulder, and disappeared from sight.

"What is that?!"

In a dark space, unseen fears are far more terrifying than visible monsters! Richard turned around in alarm, stretching out his arm to hold up his top hat, using the light of the flames to search for the vanished figure.

At the same time, the books on the bookshelf were knocked over one by one, and the constant impacts distracted him.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier. He pinched his thigh until it hurt, forcing himself to calm down.

In the quiet, slightly noisy laboratory, where the ticking of the small clock could be heard, Richard quickly scanned his surroundings but still found nothing.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!" The pen holder on the desk was knocked over, and a small, oval-shaped dark figure appeared in Richard's field of vision.

It's not even as big as a pen holder!

Richard saw it clearly; it was a green-bodied, red-beaked parrot!

The parrot has dense and glossy feathers, but its chest and wings are much smaller than those sold in bird markets. It is hungry and alert, and is clearly a pet that has recently been abandoned by its owner.

It mimicked Professor Putta's tone, attempting to intimidate the humans who had invaded its territory.

[Hilarious, I'm serious... this kid is better suited to be a puppeteer; he has absolutely no guts.]

Long ago, everyone advocated drinking a sequence potion that amplified a particular emotion, believing this method was highly effective in absorbing the properties of the potion. However, it now appears that many extraordinary individuals have descended into madness precisely because they drank potions that matched their emotions…

"asshole……"

Richard felt like he'd been hit where it hurt... He was extremely annoyed.

Upon realizing the shadowy figure was a parrot, his tense body immediately relaxed. He stood there, breathing heavily, and it took him a long time to recover.

You cunning fellow! Who taught you to scare people like that!

He picked up the top hat, feeling the supple fabric, and the next second, a spark of spiritual light swirled and entwined around the brim.

As it was pushed forward, the scorching heat forced the parrot back step by step, and the intense fear made it forget its instinct to fly for a moment.

It retreated step by step until it was near the edge of the table, where it had nowhere left to go. As Richard approached with his top hat, it staggered and fell in fright, its red beak opening and closing repeatedly, letting out desperate cries from its throat, showing its pitiful and weak state.

But to Richard, it sounded delightful: "Where has your former glory gone?"

The parrot sat blankly at the table, its chest heaving violently, betraying its nervousness. It finally uttered, "Don't ask me! Don't ask me!"

Hmph, bullying the weak and fearing the strong...

Richard smiled and unconsciously recalled his daily interactions with Professor Putt.

Professor Putta often says "Don't say 'don't say 'don't say 'don't say 'don't say'," a catchphrase unique to the stubborn, white-bearded old man. Unsurprisingly, this parrot is imitating Putta, and before this, there had never been a parrot in the lab; it might have been Putta's pet at home…

Therefore, this parrot will be of great value!

Many people reveal their true nature in private spaces, especially when they have an animal that cannot understand human language.

After experiencing a "failed" ritual by an evil god, Puda, feeling suppressed to a certain degree, might choose to confess, complain, and reflect to his pet parrot...

It may "record" Professor Puta's unknown secrets!

Richard asked hesitantly, "Where did Professor Putat go?"

Parrot: "Ughhhhh!"

"Are there any leftover ice cubes in the lab? Where are they hidden?"

Parrot: "Ughhhhh!"

I couldn't get anything out of them... I realized I had oversimplified the process...

Richard stroked the ring on his right middle finger, and an "evil" thought popped into his head—what would happen if he cast a little illusion on the parrot?

Seeing the parrot grow increasingly frightened and angry, and recalling its previous arrogance, Richard quickly snapped his fingers and whispered to the parrot, "I am Putta!"

He has to teach this little guy a lesson!

The purple mist from the ring, guided by the invisible dotted lines, seeped into every pore of the parrot's fur. As if it had undergone a profound spiritual cleansing, its movements became more docile, and its eyes became much kinder.

The hallucination began at the source of memory, completely altering its perception of things. It was no longer afraid of Richard, as if it truly recognized the college student as its close master.

Richard put on his top hat and first tentatively touched the parrot's head with his hand.

There was no resistance, nor did it chirp.

"Very good." He picked up the parrot and examined it closely.

It looks like it's been sick for a long time!

No wonder his emotions were so unstable...

The parrot's appearance after being hallucinated was not significantly different from before. If Puta were to see it again, he probably wouldn't believe that his pet had developed different feelings for Richard...

The ring's power is truly amazing! No wonder I was trapped in the illusion by the newspaper before.

The more Richard interacted with the supernatural, the deeper his curiosity about Anna grew. His female neighbor was no less mysterious than Puta. He couldn't even figure out the intentions of this seemingly well-behaved woman, or even where she was now...

Shaking his head, Richard stopped his wandering thoughts. He looked at the parrot and tried to imitate Professor Putta's tone: "Did I... I said before... where I was going? I'm getting old, my mind isn't what it used to be, I can't even remember..."

"I'm going to Bis North Port to find a potion recipe that can purify filth!" the parrot replied to "Puta" in front of it, repeating the words it had learned from Puta.

It really did remember where Puta was going!

Is the filth a curse brought about by the experiment? Even Puta has been affected… and now he has to go all the way to the far-off North Port of Bis…

Columbia University of Law is located in the northern suburbs of Metz, and the port is even more remote than the university, inaccessible on foot. The best way to get there is to take a boat south, circling half of Metz, directly to the port.

The tickets are too expensive for Richard to afford right now!

He sighed helplessly and continued, "Ah, my parrot, if only those students were half as easy to manage as you... I completely forgot if there was any ice left in the lab, and where they're all hidden?"

"There's a ceiling inside me," the parrot repeated, repeating the words Professor Puta had spoken before.

Ceiling? Richard looked up.

"I never imagined that Professor Puta would be so ruthless as to smash open such a thick wooden ceiling to hide his ice."

Temporarily setting aside the idea of ​​finding the ice, he could feel that the hallucination effect he had applied to the parrot had significantly weakened.

If we don't take advantage of the lingering warmth to get some more information, we'll have to cast the illusion a second time, and the effect will probably be much worse than the first time.

Richard pondered for a moment and asked, "I got a 'Steam Chariot' ticket before, what was that for again?"

"This girl actually gave me a limited edition gallery ticket! Looks like my charm hasn't waned after all..."