Little John's fear was not fake. He was truly terrified because he had sensed a terrifying force slowly gathering in this office. Although it had not yet materialized, it was bound to happen.

His intention was only to play a joke on Karun, a joke that he thought was funny.

Like when children play and squirt each other with water guns, he laughed happily. But the problem was that the next moment, the other person actually raised a real gun at him.

The dark muzzle was already against his forehead.

Although he had shown a maturity beyond children his age in the previous conversation, how many adults could remain calm when facing such a direct threat of death?

His powerful sense brought him a very clear prediction, and he instinctively knelt in front of Karun, raising his hands.

"Dr. Karun, I was wrong, I repent, I really was wrong, please, please, please!"

As arrogant as he was before, he was now just as panicked. He had no "dignity" left, only a survival instinct.

In fact, the invocation that Karun silently recited in his mind was "Punishment Spear."

It was currently the only offensive spell that Karun knew, and it could be thrown to a distance, causing an explosion.

Of course, the explosion was only one of its destructive effects. In any case, even though the servants of the Allen Manor had gone to cover the new grass with soil later, the area where Karun had practiced "Punishment Spear" was still unsuitable for vegetation growth.

That was why Karun had a high status in the Allen Manor, and why the Allen family allowed and accepted the "bald spot" in their evergreen estate.

Perhaps what Little John truly feared was not the explosion.

Although he would definitely die if he was blown up, even if he was shot in a fatal place, he would die. But in terms of perception, the other things attached to "Punishment Spear" were the fundamental reasons that stirred his brain's cortex with true fear.

Now, Karun, sitting behind the desk in a white work uniform, looked like a judge who was passing judgment on him in his eyes.

The terrifying threat was still intensifying.

Little John immediately clasped his hands together and pleaded with Karun, "Please, please, spare me, spare me, I know I was wrong, really, I know I was wrong..."

Karun stopped reciting in his mind. The consequence of interrupting a spell caused a tearing pain in his brain, which triggered spasms in his muscles all over his body, forcing Karun to lower his head and grit his teeth.

After a long time, he finally overcame the intense discomfort and raised his head again.

Little John, who had sensed the disappearance of the terrifying death aura, sat slumped on the ground. His delicate red hair was completely wet with cold sweat and stuck to his scalp. He opened his mouth and seemed to still be digesting the lingering fear.

"Sit down," Karun said.

Little John's legs were a little weak, which made him fail several times when he tried to stand up. But he dared not defy Karun's words, so he could only flounder like a just-landed "mermaid" several times in a row.

Finally, he grabbed the chair with his hands and managed to stabilize his body, climbed back onto the chair, and turned around to face Karun.

He put his hands on his knees and lowered his head, only daring to look at Karun with a shallow layer of his gaze.Karun reached out his hand, but his iced water had been drunk by Little John, so he could only take the red tea and drink it sip by sip until it was finished.

In Little John's eyes, Karun was using this "slow-motion" way to give himself longer-lasting mental oppression and torture.

But in reality, both of them were feeling uncomfortable at the moment.

When Karun found that he had the perception that Little John had mentioned, he couldn't determine whether it was a psychological effect or if there was really some unseen presence sticking to him and leaning against him.

As a precaution, he could only draw his sword.

After all, he allowed himself to suffer accidents, but he couldn't allow himself to be accidentally hurt without reason.

The biggest problem was that Karun didn't have a normal attack at all.

Therefore, he still had to keep a handgun in his office drawer, but unfortunately, he couldn't directly ask Piajie for this requirement. Even if the boss had a good relationship with him, it would probably be difficult for him to understand and allow his doctor to prepare a gun while treating patients. What are you trying to do?

He could only find a way to get one himself, and he didn't know if Aleye had any connections in this regard.

"Look up."

Little John obediently looked up and even forced himself to show a pure smile belonging to his age group.

Karun thought back to the sentence Little John had said earlier: "She is my mother, but my mother is already dead."

After a while, he spoke up:

"Your mother doesn't exist at all."

"Yes..."

There was no unseen woman who had fed him water earlier, nor was there any woman sitting on his lap.

Little John's mother simply didn't exist. Everything was an illusion created by Little John himself.

But unlike schizophrenia or "seeing ghosts," as the "creator," he was clearly aware that his mother simply didn't exist.

He just used a reverse thinking to "create" her.

That is, let the people around him feel that his mother was still there, let the people around him perceive the traces of his mother still being there, and then achieve a feeling of "oh, my mother is still here" from the reactions of the people around him.

He wasn't deceiving himself, he was deceiving others to create the atmosphere he wanted.

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Therefore, Mr. Tadel, his father, was so eager to send him to the clinic for two consecutive days, and today he even came much earlier than the appointment time. The reason was probably here.

Little John probably used "his mother" to interact with his father.

Perhaps, the one who really needed treatment was not Little John himself, but Mr. Tadel, who had been tortured by his son for some time.

"Why do you do this?"

"I don't have a deep purpose, and I dare not deceive you. I just...think it's fun."

Karun leaned his elbow on the table, crossed his hands, and looked at Little John:

"Do you have the ability to materialize perception? No, it's the control of a 'power,' telekinesis?"

"I haven't heard of the term you mentioned before, but I have a feeling that your description and understanding should be correct."

"How did you get this power?"

"I had this feeling in the year after my mother died, but this year, it has become easier and easier to control."

"Do you believe in religion?" Karun asked."Sometimes my father would take me to the monastery, but I knew he was going to meet his lover."

Meaning that his family does not believe in religion.

If it's not religion, then is it the family's belief system?

But it shouldn't be, because if it was the family's belief system, Tadel wouldn't be completely unaware of his son's abilities;

Even if Little John's mother gave Mr. Tadel a green hat,

Pregnant with a child of a man with a family belief system, without undergoing a "bloodline test", Little John would not have awakened on his own.

Although Karun couldn't completely deny the existence of "abnormalities" that could awaken without a bloodline test, both religious and family belief systems have "faith", and it is not like Little John, who is purely playing around.

So, there is only one explanation left, that is, Little John... has been contaminated and has become a demon.

"Which part of your body feels strange when you use your own power?"

Little John pointed to his chest, the location of his heart:

"Is this considered? Every time I use my own power, it beats very fast, very fast."

Is it the heart?

Karun couldn't be sure.

If Puerh, Kevin, or Alfred were here now, facing Little John's situation, they should be able to get more clues than themselves, because no matter how much they review theoretical things, experience and experience cannot be improved in a short time.

The office fell silent.

Little John dared not move, just sitting obediently;

Karun now doesn't know what to say, he doesn't have the ability or qualification to arrange for Little John.

"In fact, you are not an exception in this world."

"Before I met you, I thought I was an exception. Now, I do realize that I am not."

"Do you know what consequences you will encounter if you continue to indulge your ability and continue to play with this mischievous way?

You will attract the attention of some people, or some groups and forces.

If, as you said, the source of your ability is your heart, then your heart will be the most interesting material to them."

Little John swallowed his saliva.

Karun had a hunch that Little John's special ability and Alfred's demon eye should be comparable in level.

And Alfred's demon eye is something even Lasma wants to collect. If it weren't for Dis's face, Alfred would have worn an eyepatch a long time ago.

This world is so realistic that even the bodies of priests can be collected as materials, let alone those "demons" who bounce around in society and don't even know how to hide themselves.

No, he didn't even know that he had become a demon.

"Your words have shattered my pride." Little John said, "Originally, I was just a fool who liked to twist and show off his fat in the pigpen fence."

"Your analogy is very good. Isn't your family running a textile factory and investing in a pig farm?"

"I read too many books." Little John said, "Of course, definitely not as many as you."

"Hide your abilities well if you want to live freely for a longer time."

"What about you, aren't you interested in my heart?" Little John asked.

Karun picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and didn't answer.

"Why aren't you answering?""I'm just following your line of thought, if you give me your heart, how should I use it?"

Little John smiled and said, "I can feel that your answer is sincere, although you did want to kill me just now, which should be a conflicting feeling, but it seems natural for you."

"You're very talented, even without that special ability, you're still very smart and will have a good future, so cherish yourself."

Karun didn't ask him why he was willing to let his "mother" do this to him. In fact, he had already given an answer because his mother didn't exist. He was just "playing" with himself and getting some kind of pleasure from his feedback.

He was different from Judy, who was paranoid in the practical sense. He was more like a child holding a knife, feeling powerful but not knowing what the knife would bring him.

"Thank you."

Karun looked at the clock and said, "It's time for the consultation."

"Can I continue to see you?" Little John asked.

"Make an appointment."

"Okay."

Little John left the chair and opened the office door. His father, Mr. Tadel, immediately came over, and Little John began to cry and threw himself into his father's arms.

"Dad, Mom really left, really left me. I don't have a mom anymore, I don't have a mom anymore..."

"Child, you still have me, you still have me."

The father and son hugged and cried together. Because they were at the office door, this scene attracted many people's attention. It was as direct as sweating after catching a cold.

"Thank you, doctor. I want to make another appointment. When can we do that?"

"Mr. Tadel, you can talk to the reception desk about that. We'll arrange the time for you." Bertha walked over and smiled.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Tadel took his son and prepared to leave.

Little John turned his head and waved to Karun while wiping his tears.

"Goodbye, Doctor Brother."

Karun also waved to him.

Bertha closed the office door and said with a smile, "Do you know that the doctor who received him yesterday curled up under the desk while chatting with him and didn't come to work today?"

"This child has some rich emotions and is easily infectious." Karun said vaguely.

He was worried that if he said too much about the direction, Bertha would think he was a good seed and try to recruit him into the church.

That would be really crazy. Even if he believed in other orthodox churches, it would be much better than joining the Church of Light and becoming a "remnant" as soon as he joined.

Bertha didn't continue to ask about Little John's situation, but took out a thick envelope and put it on Karun's desk.

"The boss asked me to give this to you and deduct it from your salary this month."

"Okay." Karun took the envelope. There was the payment for the car and the living expenses.

"The boss is really good to you, and you are really good to the boss." Bertha said somewhat ambiguously.

"We're just friends."

"Well, it's really an enviable friendship."

Bertha looked at Karun's face and the image of the boss at work came to her mind.

As a woman, she felt a kind of regret similar to that of a man watching two beautiful women together... It was really extravagant and wasteful.Karun was not sure what Bertha was thinking, because he did not expect the inner world of this "remnant" of the Bright Church to be so rich.

"Can I leave work now?"

"Of course, your appointments for today are finished."

"Okay."

Karun took off his work clothes and packed his things.

"See you tomorrow, Bertha."

"It depends on whether you have an appointment tomorrow, but you can rest assured that your price is very high."

"Okay."

Karun walked out of the office without greeting Piajie, and went straight to the clinic. However, when he passed the waiting room, he slowed down a bit because he saw a group of female security guards gathering and training.

Remembering what Alfred had said last time, a female security guard kept walking in front of him and using low-level probing techniques to "brush" him.

Looking back, he glanced at the sign at the entrance of the clinic.

So, has Piajie's clinic become a branch of the remnants of the Bright Church?

Entering the elevator, passing the window, he could see the Curtis Building opposite, where the crow held a meeting last time. It was really convenient.

Activities during the day here, secret activities at night across the street.

Wait a minute.

Working in the remnants of the Bright Church during the day, living in the house left by the former remnants of the Bright Church at night, especially the former owner who wanted to "chat" with him last night, what was he?

Shaking his head, Karun took the elevator downstairs. As soon as he walked out of the building, he met a tall girl in her late teens wearing leather boots, holding a large bag of potato chips and eating while walking.

Especially the two large spoons of sauce in her bag of potato chips were particularly obvious.

The people of Wein are really fond of sauce, and any food is a supplement to the sauce for them.

Karun stood on the side of the road, ready to take a taxi home. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to drive his own car to work or to the hospital tomorrow.

The tall girl also stood beside Karun, waiting for a taxi. The fragrance on her body was very pleasant, a warm scent, because her body was young, the most youthful and energetic period.

A taxi stopped in front of them, and the driver asked, "Sir, miss, are you together?"

Karun shook his head and stepped back, indicating the girl to take the car first.

"Thank you."

The girl thanked Karun and got into the taxi. She leaned forward and told the driver the destination. When the taxi started to move forward, the girl suddenly leaned out of the window, holding a piece of potato chip in her hand, and shouted to Karun with a smile, "Brother, do you want a chip too?"