They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 137 The Raven?

"But someone actually came to report that the disorderly individuals had injured someone... and that the injured person wasn't dead?"

If a disorderly person were to injure someone and be reported, the Order Association would definitely seize the opportunity to immediately arrest the disorderly person. However, judging from the tendency of the epidemic doctors to protect their own, every time they make an arrest, it causes panic throughout the city.

The overall situation will eventually become chaotic.

Although the order will eventually erase the memories uniformly, church members will not receive such treatment, which means they have personally witnessed every law enforcement process by the associations around the church.

"Disorderly people, disorderly people..."

The pastor quickly recited "Praise the Sun" several times in his mind. Of course he was afraid of them, but so what? The Sun Church was full of ordinary people and had almost no way to deal with the disorderly ones, unless someone was willing to use those few sealed mysterious items.

"Hopefully the bishop has a solution."

The pastor closed his eyes, and then opened them again shortly afterward.

The clown helped the man appear before him; the man's belly was still swollen like a ball.

The pastor asked in surprise, "Why are you all out here?"

"what?"

"What? Weren't we just here?"

The clown was baffled. He pointed to the man beside him: "This is Viscount Sicar. His stomach is cursed by the Chaos and he needs an exorcism—"

"Wait a minute, there were two people who looked exactly like you here just now."

"Impossible! Who could be exactly like us?"

The clown let out a strange cry, and then he saw the priest pointing to a carriage on the side, its shape and color almost identical to the carriage they had parked some distance away, only they hadn't noticed it when they arrived.

The clown's expression suddenly changed drastically. He grabbed the priest's hand and shouted, "That was a damned disorderly individual! He impersonated us and sneaked into the church!!!"

"How do I know if what you said is true?"

The pastor was completely bewildered by the situation and couldn't easily believe either side until he could distinguish between truth and falsehood.

“If you don’t believe me, then can you not believe Viscount Sicar? There are only a few Viscounts Sicar in the world.”

The clown took out the title badge from the man's coat pocket, and only then did the priest realize the seriousness of the situation.

Some disorderly individuals have impersonated others and entered the church. What are they trying to do?!

Thinking this, the pastor quickly turned around and rushed into the church building. At this moment, the clown watched with a grin as the pastor ran inside in his disheveled state.

"Actually, the one inside is the real one, but that's what makes it fun."

"Gathering their hatred to complete my performance is also one of Raven's ways of doing things. When they find out that I am the real culprit who killed the Viscount's precious son, they should hate me to the extreme."

"Aren't you right, my dear?"

"Yes." The man next to the clown nodded, his mouth not moving, but a sound emanating from it.

The clown seemed somewhat dissatisfied: "This image doesn't look good, and it can't open and close its mouth like a real person. I'd better change it as soon as possible."

He reached out and cut open the man's stomach, pulling out clumps of black feathers and throwing them on the ground. As he was leaving, he suddenly noticed a person completely covered up trying to enter the church.

"The person in the white mask?"

The clown noticed that the man was making strange hand gestures and making some incomprehensible sounds.

As he approached, the white-masked follower seemed startled, dropping a yellowed note and hastily fleeing the scene. ...

Lia arrived at the Church of the Sun in the evening, but before he got close, he found a large crowd gathered there, and James inexplicably appeared beside him.

"I advise you not to go in now."

"Did something happen?"

"You might find this absurd... A person with the Pollution Syndrome impersonated a member of the Disorder and cursed a nobleman, creating chaos and successfully diverting everyone's hatred to the Disorder group. Now, if you approach, you'll only be walking into a trap."

"A curse? Could it be a curse caster?"

"Witches, sorcerers, curse masters, and crows cannot be ruled out. Damn it, I was about to successfully kick that ball and shoot when I suddenly received this message."

Lia looked at him with a helpless expression, her face saying, "Whatever makes you happy."

“The reputation of those who disrupt order is bad enough, but some people are deliberately damaging it.”

James scratched his head: "The White Masks are now widespread in the South Edlin branch, and they'd be more than happy to see this and add fuel to the fire."

"So what do we do now?"

“How about we treat this as practice, Kelcha? Catch that guy, kill him, and then his meme cards are yours.”

Why would I need someone else's meme?

Ria recalled the werewolf cards he had collected. He still didn't quite understand the purpose of collecting other people's meme cards, but James said, "Collecting other people's meme cards can deceive the supernatural and allow you to perform memes that are almost impossible to perform in normal times."

"Without a doctor to care for the patients, there will be no one to supervise the hunting of their memes. Isn't this the perfect choice for you to portray the hunter?"

James made the statement maliciously, seemingly expressing anger at certain groups' attempts to frame disorderly individuals.

With one hand on her cane, Ria slowly reached into the pocket of her coat, where a cold, silver spear lay.

"Can I ask about your criteria for recruiting disorderly individuals? Why are some patients able to obtain shelter while others are not?"

"Are you feeling sorry for those people?"

"joke."

Lia looked at him: "Your joke is very funny. You'll lose a le of ...

"..."

James looked up at the sky and refused to speak again, appearing unfathomable.

After a long while, he stretched out his hand, his index finger and thumb together, and suddenly a black feather appeared, changing the subject.

“These are crow feathers. Unlike your little pet, their feathers can reflect colorful luster, but you usually think they are completely black because you don’t look closely.”

"I found this thing on site. Now we can't rule out that the other party's meme has crows, but the difference between the main meme and the sub-meme is huge. The ability of the main meme will continue to increase with the number of sub-memes."

"Let's talk about crows... They are a group of annoying creatures, and the [crow] meme is the same. The condition for interpreting it is to make others hate you as much as possible and attract hatred."

Knowing a patient's primary meme allows for better targeting of their weaknesses, and James's test for Ria was to find a way to hunt down that person's meme card and use it for his own purposes.

"I'll try my best. If I fail, you can't blame me, otherwise you'll lose half of your salary."

James was shocked: "Say that again? Why should I lose money because you failed the mission?!"

(End of this chapter)