Siren's Blade, Majin ......

I silently chewed on these two words. Are these two unique words the name of the giant axe that once cleaved me, and the dark shadow monster?

The hands that held me down from behind quickly left my shoulders. I saw a man walking between me and the old man, a beautiful woman with black silky medium length hair, a cyan feather hair ornament on the side of her hair, a white short-sleeved T-shirt and blue jeans. She looked quite young, and if I had met her somewhere else, I might have thought she was a girl in college like me, and there would be no shortage of men in school.

But the fact that she's here and so naturally joins the conversation shows that she's anything but human.

The old man seemed to catch my question, and said in an introductory tone: "The national first-class witcher - 'Blue Bird'." ”

"Hello." Bluebird smiled and stretched out.

A national first-class witcher? The state really has a secret department that specializes in dealing with paranormal events!

And listening to the title "Demon Hunter", it seems that he is an expert in charge of fighting "demons" on the front line.

However, the person in front of him who is like a female college student is actually a demon hunter? And is it "at the national level"? I shook her hand suspiciously. It's not that I look down on women, it's just that I'm also a visual creature after all, and it's really hard to connect the seemingly muscular characters with the word "combat effectiveness". And if I want to say who is more suitable for the title "witcher", I think the old man sitting next to him is the one. Although it is not particularly strong, it has the upright posture of a soldier, and his eyes are as penetrating as a falcon. As for the contrasting plot of "seemingly weak characters have great power", it is too fictional and romantic to convince me immediately.

Could it be that the giant axe of the demon slashed me and sent my soul to a world of fictional stories that were paradoxical to the original world?

I let go of Bluebird's hand, and the old man stood up and said to Bluebird, "I'm going back to my work, and you'll take over the matter next, okay?" ”

"No problem." Bluebird nodded.

The old man turned and left, leaving me and the blue bird face to face. The atmosphere became less like a conversation between a reporter of an anomalous incident and a public official, but rather an outdoor afternoon chat between two college students. This made me a little confused about my own conversation.

"You're a witcher, so he's?"

"He's my subordinate." When he said this, the blue bird seemed to be a little weak-hearted, and secretly glanced at the distant back.

Could it be her father? I've heard before that some very talented people work in the same company as their parents, and if they accidentally become too talented and become the superior of their parents, how embarrassing it will become in the future.

"There are many grassroots members of the witcher department who also serve in the public security department, and once a report of a suspected secret incident is identified, it must be conveyed to a witcher like me who is in charge of the on-site activities. That's his job. Bluebird explained, smiling to himself, "And you don't think I look like a combat-ready public official, do you?" So on this occasion, I have to ask him to introduce me. It just so happened that I was investigating the mysterious disappearance of Nameless Mountain near here, and as soon as he told him, I rushed over. ”

My attention immediately shifted to the past, "A mysterious disappearance? Was it a month ago when a young girl disappeared? ”

"You know? By the way, don't just sit around without buying anything, the clerks are all looking at us. What are you going to drink? ”

Her attitude was like that of a friend, lacking the seriousness I expected, but I had to cooperate, "Mung bean soup." ”

She went to order, then returned to the seat across from me. I asked, "Is there really a ghost in that disappearance?" ”

"Why do you say that?" She asked rhetorically.

"My front table...... I have a classmate who also disappeared five years ago. The young girl who disappeared a month ago looks very similar to her, so I've always been concerned. "I explained, I thought," they ...... Could it be sisters? ”

Some anecdotes are quite boring to put it bluntly. At first, I was shocked and shrouded in mystery over the similarity between the front table and the young girl, but could it turn out that there was no mystery at all? Because they're sisters, they look alike, which makes perfect sense.

"The missing classmates you are talking about are Ruan Wenzhu, they do look very similar. But unfortunately, Nguyen Van Truc has no siblings, her parents have no extramarital affairs, and the young girl has no relationship with her, which is easy to find out. Besides, if her sister had disappeared on the Nameless Mountain five years ago, would her parents have taken their only remaining daughter to that place for a picnic? ”

"So, is their disappearance related to the shadows...... What does it have to do with what you call 'Majin'? I asked, "For example, it was the demons who killed them on the Nameless Mountain, so they didn't hear from them." ”

"It's fine to tell you, but can you answer some of my questions first?" She smiled and offered her opinion. As she said, I am the informant, and I should have provided the clues, but I was asking questions from the beginning, which is not in accordance with the rules.

Perhaps I was fascinated by this conversational atmosphere among my peers. I had to restrain my curiosity first.

After that, Blue Bird began to ask questions about when and where I met the Majin, whether the Majin spoke to me, and whether I could sense the rationality of the Majin's actions, and the Majin seemed to be a madman who had lost his mind and sobriety. And I had a hard time answering her, because I didn't actually encounter the demon "this time", so my words were all made up. Sometimes I realize that some of my answers are conflicting, but she doesn't know if she didn't notice it or deliberately didn't pursue it, and just kept asking questions without changing her face.

"Why do you think Majin is human?" This was her last question, "Judging by how you describe his appearance, he's obviously a monster, right?" ”

"I don't know." This time, I was telling the truth, "Just the moment I saw it, I thought it must be a person, and it must be a very vicious person." ”

"I see......," she nodded, and the conversation changed, "It seems that your 'awareness' is stronger than that of ordinary people." ”

"Awareness?" It seemed to be an uncommon word, and her tone was unusual, and I felt something deep in it. Literally, this presumably refers to the ability to "see into something hidden." Combined with the topic just now, are demons really human?

"To put it simply, you're probably a good fit to join the Witcher Division." The short words she uttered at this moment were like throwing a heavy stone into my heart.

She didn't continue the conversation, but I noticed a noticeable difference in the way she looked at me and her attitude. For example, she began to take the initiative to talk about some of the things I cared about, "You must be curious about who the demons are. ”

"Yes." I'd rather ask what it means to be "fit to join the witcher department" first, and I don't know how much it makes me think about it.

"The Majin is a notorious serial killer of the hidden world. The first time he appeared was five years ago, in April '17. "I heard that he made a wish to the monster and gained great power; But at the price, he lost his rationality as a human being. To date, more than hundreds of people have been killed by his own hands, and the victims are all over the country. ”

More than hundreds? This statement exploded in my mind. Although she did not mention the exact number, in the common sense of modern society, where can there be a murderer who kills more than hundreds, and dozens of murders are already super heavyweight criminals who are enough to shock the whole society. The claim of hundreds of people is simply a dream. Even if it does occur, it should appear in some war-torn countries that are in chaos and are too busy to take care of themselves.

Recalling the speed and strength of the Majin display, it doesn't seem that it is completely impossible to connect with that number, but what is the Machae Department doing?

"Wait......" I suddenly reacted, "are you going to fight the demons after that?" ”

"yes."

"Have you been able to fight?"

"Don't underestimate me." She smiled, picked up the drink in hand, and stood up, "Come with me." ”

The bluebird led me to a roadside where no one was looking, then raised his hand and shook it into the air.

What happened next made me feel as much as I felt when I experienced the shock of going back in time. I saw that the air in front of her hand suddenly burst out a large number of tiny cyan currents, accompanied by a strong electric noise, countless cyan currents quickly and automatically weaved, turning into a lightsaber formed purely by electricity. And when the form of the sword stabilized, the noise of the electricity subsided, and the thunder and lightning sword was held in her hand by an an.

It's not the first time I've witnessed the paranormal, but none of them have been so directly visually manifested as they are at this moment. The door to a new world has opened—as clichéd as it may be, that's all I can say.

"Is this a superpower?" I don't know if I've done a good job of hiding my shock.

"This is a weapon that I have been trained to acquire, not so much a superpower as a spell, a power that is activated by burning my own spirit." Perhaps thinking that I had the possibility of joining the ranks of witchers, she did not hesitate to explain, "As for the superpower that suddenly awakens at some stage of life, it is not non-existent, but it is quite rare. ”

"Is there really such a power...... I thought of myself, cautiously tentatively, "can a spell or a superpower do anything else?" For example, soaring through the sky, teleporting into the distance, or ...... Travel back in time? ”

"Flying and space transfer both exist, but what you said at the end is something I've never heard of."

"So in your opinion, do I have the conditions to awaken my superpowers?" I asked.

Without hesitation, she asserted, "No." ”

"Is there a chance that there isn't a slight?"

"People who are born with superpowers, without exception, have outstanding magical talents. In other words, it is because of such a strong talent that he can drive the power beyond the common sense of the world without learning any secret knowledge. She said, "Although I am not a jack of all trades in this area, even if there are people who are beyond this law, the probability is extremely low, and it is difficult to say whether there is one in our country." ”

I see, then, the previous phenomenon of time regression was the result of some inner power that I had suddenly awakened - and so on can be excluded for the time being.

Since it is not my inner strength, time rewind is indeed a mysterious phenomenon caused by an external source, but this phenomenon should be in me for some reason. The question is, how can I make sure that I can trigger this "time rewind after I die" phenomenon 100% in the future?

If anyone could hear me, they might be surprised at my "madness". Only the most insane person would passionately pursue something that presupposes his own death. I'm not crazy enough to do that, but I think that as long as a man is a man, he can't resist this "unconventional power". Even if you know that it is really a very dangerous thing, you can't help but weigh it in your heart. Men are basically such fools, and I can't compete with my own endogenous impulses.

"Speaking of which, this sword of yours ......," I said, returning to the moment, weighing my tone so as not to offend her, "is it just a sword of thunder and lightning?" ”

"Isn't that enough?" Bluebird raised the Thunderbolt Sword.

"That demon is very fast, if you just take out a powerful melee weapon, it won't be enough to ensure that you can defeat that demon."

"You're cautious." She nodded, "That...... What if so? ”

As she spoke, she held the thunderbolt sword more than a meter long, and made a sword swing at the street tree ten meters away.

As I watched, the five street trees in a row broke apart at the same time like scissor-cut ham sausages, falling to the ground in no particular order along the smooth slope, leaving only five bare stumps.

"How?" She asked vividly. It was only then that I realized that she seemed to be haunted by me questioning her strength. Now that she has a chance to perform, her composure has visibly decreased.

"It's amazing, but ......," I said euphemistically, "these trees are public property, aren't they?" ”

"Ahh She froze. It turns out that witchers are also afraid of being held accountable for damaging public property.

Then, she hurriedly trotted over, and at the same time threw the thunderbolt sword in her hand. The sword disintegrated in the air, turning into countless tiny currents and disappearing into the air. Then I saw that she had scrambled to pick up the fallen tree and slam it up to the broken part of the stump.

After seeing her previous performance, I don't want to comment on the fact that she actually lifted a tree. The problem was that the cut was so smooth that the tree couldn't fit on. And the movement here is too big, and there are already people approaching in the distance, and they are about to see this scene of a young woman resisting a big tree.

Her head was sweating with urgency, and suddenly, she threw the tree to the ground, then sprinted over and grabbed my hand, and ran away.

I was surprised and asked, "Are you going to hit and run?" ”

"yes, no!" She screamed to herself.

"It's a crime, isn't it?" Actually, I don't know if the felling of street trees is that serious.

She said, "If you don't find out, it's not a crime!" ”

What kind of nonsense is this public eater talking about? I felt like my awe of the witcher was about to disappear in just one minute.

But I didn't expect her to have such a "cute" side, and I couldn't help but feel relaxed.

After saying that, she seemed to be amused by herself, and couldn't help but laugh. After this series of strange and absurd interactions, the barriers created by death in my heart seem to slowly melt and disintegrate.