The losers in daily youth have all become witches

Compared to this, Li Mo was more curious about why this thing suddenly appeared and spread so widely for no apparent reason.

If it was just a supernatural existence that was born accidentally like the monster in the mirror, it would be fine. But if it was man-made, then the problem behind it would be huge. Ever since the last time a mysterious foreigner appeared who was following him, Li Mo has become a little more vigilant.

Chapter 298: The truth about the human face sore.

The familiar stinging sensation in his right eye made Li Mo quickly put his glasses back on, blocking the continued operation of his true vision.

Although the whole process takes less than two seconds, the basic information is already known.

"It's 'Human Face Sore'."

He said to Yukino.

"The human-faced sore? The one from Konjaku Monogatarishu?"

Yukinoshita Yukino was helping her sister get dressed when she frowned and asked, "I remember that story about a nobleman who got a human-faced sore because he had committed many murders in the past. The souls of those he killed possessed him and wanted to torture him to death to avenge themselves... Although my sister isn't a good person in the strict sense, she certainly hasn't committed anything serious enough to warrant a human-faced sore."

"Legends are just legends after all. A true example of 'evil deeds will be punished' is extremely rare. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a world-wide Bao Qingtian... Oh, this should be Mito Huangmen? Anyway, it's just that kind of legend."

Li Mo waved his hand: "There is no reason, no purpose, no good or evil, no right or wrong. It's just because a certain condition is triggered that you will be entangled. This is what is called weird."

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita Yukino fell silent for a moment.

For ordinary people, weirdness is indeed like the embodiment of a natural disaster that is confined to them alone. Once they encounter it, they can only consider themselves unlucky and leave everything to fate.

"And this facial sore is different from the one in the story."

Li Mo continued, "The contradiction between your sister's inner thoughts and her outward behavior has caused a discrepancy between her image in the eyes of others and her true inner self."

Li Mo picked up a sandwich cookie from the cookie box on the table, which was probably left by a patient who visited him. He pinched the chocolate cookie on both sides with both hands and said, "When the deviation is too large,"

With a slight force, the cookie snapped in the middle, the two pieces twisting apart easily, leaving only the incomplete center. "A 'fault' will appear. In magic, this situation is considered to have a tendency to 'separate' and 'sever'. It can easily strip something from her mind and even her existence."

Li Mo licked the sandwich and found there was no milk around. He could only stuff the biscuit into his mouth regretfully. While chewing, he said to Xue Nai incoherently: "Put it on the human face sore. Judging from the cases that have appeared so far, the patient's vitality is probably being stripped away."

The reason why the official believes that human-faced sores are not infectious is probably because when this thing is looking for a host, it will specifically choose people like Yukinoshita Haruno who suppress their inner thoughts or have serious internal conflicts. In addition, each human-faced sore can spread to the next round through the spread of malice. Not only is the capture radius frighteningly large, but modern technology is simply unable to completely isolate something as mysterious as "malice", so it is normal to make misjudgments.

"Can it be cured?"

Yukino asked worriedly.

“It’s super easy.”

Li Mo snapped his fingers.

Before Yang Nai could turn over, a flame more than ten feet high shot out from behind him. After a moment, it quickly extinguished and disappeared. "It's done."

Xue No was dumbfounded: "Is that all?"

"if not?"

Li Mo spread his hands.

"As long as it's cured, it won't be contagious again, right?"

Yukino asked expectantly.

"The acne is weird, but it's not something you'd develop antibodies to like smallpox. You'll still get it next time."

Li Mo broke her fantasy.

"Then the others who have this disease..."

Yukino pondered.

"Don't even think about it."

Li Mo waved his hand and flatly refused.

"But this disease seems to be quite common recently... Does my sister have to stay at home forever and never go out?"

Yukino said worriedly.

"Before that, take care of yourself."

Li Mo said: "You have been tricked too."

"Eh?"

The girl was dumbfounded again: "But I clearly..."

"They've already opened their scales?"

Li Mo gave her a funny look. "Don't forget that the spread radius of the human-faced sore is measured in kilometers. It's just that the closer you get, the higher the success rate. I'm afraid you were already infected when you walked into this hospital. By the time you unleashed the Scales spell, it was too late. It's just that this is still the so-called incubation period."

Yukinoshita Yukino was dejected and silent for a long time, then she reluctantly bowed her head to Li Mo and said: "Please help me..."

Obviously, it is more difficult for the girl to accept that a face has grown on her body than to surrender to Li Mo.

She had no intention of learning Wood Release.

"That's a good point, but I refuse."

Li Mo said with a smile.

"Well……"

Xueno looked at Li Mo with a smirk on his face with gritted teeth.

She knew that Li Mo was not a bad person. Even if she really got the human face sore, he would definitely not watch her die. But this feeling of being easily manipulated really made the girl feel powerless.

Then she realized another problem: regardless of what would happen if she got sick, if her sister did not produce antibodies, did it mean that she would never be able to get close to her sister in the future?

Seeing that the girl's face had really darkened, Li Mo gave up the idea of ​​continuing to watch the show.

"It's too troublesome to burn these things one by one,"

He said: "So we have to defeat the culprit."

"The culprit? Is there a culprit for this kind of thing?"

Yukinoshita Yukino was stunned. Until just now, she thought that human face sore was just a disease with strange characteristics.

"Well, this thing itself isn't contagious. The fact that it started spreading was completely man-made. After all, the human-faced sore on your sister didn't contain anything it had peeled off from her body."

Whether it was vitality, personality fragments, or something else, it was obviously packaged into a conceptual form by the human-faced sore and sent out with malice.

The human-faced sore itself does not have the ability to emit such strong malice. The malice it emits comes from another existence.

Probably to prevent the human-faced sores from getting out of control or something like that. In short, the human-faced sores now have no organs to maintain their activity, and 80% of the energy that allows them to move comes from the malicious network. As the number of human-faced sores patients increases, the maliciousness emitted by different human-faced sores will intertwine and overlap with each other, and this malicious network will become stronger, until a certain moment, the entire Chiba will sink into the maliciousness and turn into a demonic realm.

But this also means one thing.

Li Mo touched his chin and said with a smile: "As long as we get rid of the guy hiding behind, the problem of the human face sore should be solved."

Chapter 299 Explosion.

The aftereffects of the truth vision are still causing me pain, and it seems I won’t be able to use it today.

However, even if it can be used, it obviously does not have such a thoughtful function as automatic routing.

"How can we find the so-called culprit then?"

Yukino asked curiously.

"Ms. Yukinoshita... Oh, has Miss No. 2 ever played a treasure hunt?"

Li Mo answered the question irrelevantly.

"Treasure hunt? One of those childish games where you follow a treasure map and find hidden objects?"

The girl said proudly, "I'm not interested."

Li Mo looked at her gently with understanding eyes.

It seems that no one wants to play with her.

"Don't look at me like that. It gives me goosebumps."

Yukino frowned in disgust and leaned back slightly.

"Can't you feel my deep fatherly love?"

Li Mo said seriously.

"Humans cannot feel what is not there."

The girl's eyes became even colder.

"That's ridiculous. Can't a dog licker feel the 'love' of the one being licked?"

"That's just the same as a dog's dying illusion after eating chocolate."

"Mobile game players often feel this sense of hope: 'I've already padded almost sixty rounds, and the future is in my hands. Blue-green modifier, activate!'"

"Please don't smear the word 'hope'; it's just a carefully designed consumer trap."

"Then when doing reading comprehension, don't you often feel emotions or metaphors that the original author didn't even write about?"

“…It’s all the fault of the outdated education system.”

Yukino muttered.

Saying something like this, which is almost shameless, is, in a sense, tantamount to implicitly admitting defeat.

"Great, let's get back to the scavenger hunt."

Li Mo nodded with satisfaction.

"Is this the topic we were talking about just now..."

"There's a treasure hunt game where you make points on a map based on the clues and then connect the points into lines,"

Li Mo ignored the girl's complaints and continued, "And when two or more lines eventually intersect at the same place, that intersection is the 'One Piece' we're looking for."

Yukino had a thoughtful expression.

To weave such a huge malicious network, it is impossible for the other party to hide perfectly, so Li Mo plans to find a few more patients who are also infected with human face sores, and search carefully along the direction of the malicious spread of those human face sores. Although it may take some time, clues will be found in the end.

"Does that mean we need to look for other patients with facial sores... or 'acute idiopathic connective tissue necrosis'?"

The second Miss Yukinoshita stared at Li Mo and asked.

"almost."

Li Mo nodded: "In theory, the more you see, the more accurate your final positioning will be."

He subconsciously rubbed his still aching eyes as he spoke: "But seeing one a day is enough. If I see too many, I might not be able to handle it..."

Xue Noi looked into Li Mo's eyes and found that his right eye was already bloodshot at some point, and there were some protective tears in his eye sockets, making him look a little funny.

But the girl had no intention of making fun of Li Mo. Instead, her expression became much gentler.

"Leave it to me to find those patients."

Xue No said: "It should be easier for me to find resources than for you."

"So, are you alright with the service department?"

Li Mo asked curiously.

"As for Toyokawa-san's matter... Honestly, I don't think time is that tight, and solving her problem will require a long-term plan."

The girl replied calmly, "Material problems can't be solved by just opening your heart and saying a few words."

"Is that so...? Then thank you for your help."

Since she was willing to put aside her duties in the service department to help, Li Mo naturally had no intention of refusing.

Just as she said, as the second daughter of the Yukinoshita family, it would definitely be more convenient for her to find other patients with facial acne than for her to run from hospital to hospital - after all, even if she was really willing to run from hospital to hospital, in order to protect the privacy of the patients, those hospitals would probably not tell Li Mo who the patients were of acute specific connective tissue necrosis.

"And I also need to make some preparations for the culprit."

Li Mo continued.

"Calling the police directly...isn't it?

Yukino said hesitantly.

Since the other party can control something as strange as the human-faced sore, it seems that ordinary police are no match for them.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, there is no fundamental evidence for this kind of supernatural power. There is no point in calling the police. The police will not really go and arrest someone just because of a word.

"don’t worry,"