White-clad deliveryman serving wine (6)
A hissing sound came from beneath the water's surface, and the current began to meander from Shu Ningmiao's fingertips toward Lin Chuiyun.
The man frowned, unsure of her meaning. Could it be that she possessed the power of lightning? Impossible.
The frozen ice floes rushed relentlessly toward Shu Ningmiao's location, but an invisible electric current, moving beneath the ice surface at a speed more than ten times faster than freezing, entangled Lin Chuiyun's fingertips beneath the water's surface.
The freezing of the water surface suddenly stopped.
As Shu Ningmiao closed her eyes and connected with the other person's mind, countless images flashed before her eyes. These chaotic fragments flickered by, disappearing quickly behind her.
Light and shadow intertwined, casting shadows on the boy's blurred face. The boy called out in her direction, "Lin Chuiyun! Let's go play ball."
This is his memory.
The human mind was more chaotic than she had imagined. Even though she had invaded Lin Chuiyun's mind, she herself was overwhelmed by the vast, tangled mess of memories, causing her temples to ache slightly.
Hacking into a well-designed system and hacking into a person's brain are two completely different things. The human brain is constantly changing—remembering, thinking, beating—and she simply cannot fully control it.
She saw familiar scenes in Lin Chuiyun's mind: the garden of Cornunos, the school building, the indoor gymnasium. The scenes came to life one by one, finally settling on the boy from the beginning.
Lin Chuiyun's mind was a mess, but the faces of his eleven or twelve-year-old friends around him were clear, their clear eyes full of joy and laughter.
She saw Lin Chuiyun's time studying in Cornunos from his perspective. The children around him were his classmates. Compared to his energetic classmates, he was obviously more silent, but he was not as indifferent as she saw him.
Lin Chuiyun's preparatory course grades were top-notch. He was very good at sculpture and won first place in the duo category of the Pinheis Youth Sculpture Competition. In the photo, he was holding the trophy with the boy. The boy looked extremely happy in the photo, while Lin Chuiyun had a serious face.
The boy nudged him with his elbow: "Are you upset because I, the genius, scored higher than you on my part? It's okay, we'll keep participating in doubles competitions from now on, and you won't be outdone by me."
She heard Lin Chuiyun's indifferent and soft voice: "Boring."
But the feeling he had in his memory was one of happiness.
After the "spark" was ignited, that happy feeling completely disappeared. He could no longer see his old friends in his memory. Among his old friends, he was the only one who had awakened superpowers. The boundary between superpowered and non-superpowered individuals was like an insurmountable chasm, growing ever wider, no matter what he did.
There are too many people who cannot awaken their superpowers. Some people will gradually accept reality in their lives, while others will become cynical and even extreme to the point of sacrificing their lives because they cannot face the huge difference before and after the "spark".
He watched as the boy leaped from the high-rise building, like an unripe fruit silently bursting under pressure. Blood splattered onto his eyes, the dark red blood like the night, corroding his retina.
Shu Ningmiao clutched her head. No, that's not what she wanted to see.
She used all her strength to invade the deeper parts of Lin Chuiyun's mind, trying to find his most recent memories. Frame by frame, the images jumped rapidly, finally stopping on a woman in her thirties, wearing the same cloak as him, smiling at him.
Lin Chuiyun called her "Sister Liang".
The woman releasing the mist was named Liang Yansi. Another person was hit by the knife she threw, so there was no need to pay any further attention.
Having obtained the information she wanted, Shu Ningmiao no longer lingered; her control was nearing its limit.
Although connected to Lin Chuiyun's mind, she could feel the warm flow gushing from her nose, dripping down her neck.
Lin Chuiyun knelt on the ice floe, in even greater pain than her. Her face was contorted with rage, her white eyelashes were streaked with tears, and her hand, dangling in the water, twitched slightly as if she were being electrocuted.
Shu Ningmiao trembled as she raised one hand to cover her face, blood seeping from between her fingers. Her eyes were bloodshot as she murmured in a hoarse voice, "Go to hell."
She controlled one of Lin Chuiyun's hands, grabbed his neck, and gradually increased the pressure.
Because of the nerve connection, she could almost hear the creaking sound of the cartilage in her neck rubbing together.
Lin Chuiyun's feelings would be transmitted to her one-to-one; his pain was her pain. But Shu Ningmiao did not give up control. The pain in her senses was nothing; she had to eliminate all three of them before she could feel at ease.
The moonlight reflected on the water, creating shimmering waves. The thick fog that had enveloped the bridge passageway overhead had completely dissipated at some point. Lin Chuiyun's silvery-white hair was submerged in the water, almost blending into it. His face was pale, and he had almost stopped breathing.
If he had held on a little longer, he would have been dead.
Shu Ningmiao's face was also pale, blood and river water were almost frozen on her face, and her mouth was full of salty and fishy taste.
Suddenly, an extremely bright light appeared overhead, shining directly down. Shu Ningmiao's eyes were instantly blinded by the light, which was as bright as day, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.
The next second, countless stray bullets rained down on them, and a lot of smoke and flying ice shards exploded on the water, mixed with several flashes of fire.
The bullet wasn't coming in her direction, but the airflow it carried still nearly threw her into the water. Shu Ningmiao could barely maintain her balance while treading water, and was forced to disconnect her nerve connections while trying to control her body.
Fireballs rained down from above, trailing sparks as they crashed down. Through the splashes, Shu Ningmiao could vaguely see that Lin Chuiyun's body had been pierced in several places, and he fell helplessly into the water.
The bright light continued to descend, and the sound of the helicopter rotors grew closer. A clear voice reached Shu Ningmiao's ears, as if someone were shouting through a megaphone: "This is the Pinne Police Department. First warning: citizens are advised not to use any supernatural abilities. Anyone who takes action will be considered a target."
Damn the police, they didn't come when they should have, but had to come now of all times.
Shu Ningmiao choked on a mouthful of water, her eyes bloodshot, staring at the helicopter overhead with a look of rage.
No matter how she thought about it, something felt off. She felt inexplicably uneasy. How could it be such a coincidence that no one had noticed Prometheus's actions and that she had been dealing with him for so long?
No one noticed it before, probably because the fog obscured the drone's patrol.
So why was it suddenly discovered now?
Because Liang Siyan deliberately removed the fog, letting the police find out and stir up trouble!
She swam toward Lin Chuiyun, and a helicopter overhead swept a hail of bullets in front of her. Shu Ningmiao gritted her teeth and looked coldly toward the direction of the police helicopter. In the short time she wasted, a huge ball of fire jumped down from above.
Amidst the flames, the woman cradled the corpse of another companion. Flames danced and tumbled in the night wind. She was engulfed in fire but not burned at all; only a pair of weary eyes were visible beneath her cloak.
Before the dense stray bullets could even get close to the flame, they were melted by the flames spewing out from around it. The flame fell straight into the water, and a huge plume of white smoke rose from the instantly boiling surface.
Liang Siyan disappeared with two other people at the same time.
This fire can be teleported; Shu Ningmiao saw it during her supernatural ability practice.
The person who was sent to Cornunos last time emerged from such fire, which should be attributed to Achini's supernatural abilities. However, Achini himself is not here, so this is likely also a tool for supernatural abilities.
The helicopter landed, and several lifeboats floated over. Staff pulled her out of the water.
Shu Ningmiao remained silent throughout the entire process.
Back on the road, many police cars from the Public Security Bureau were parked. As the fog cleared, Shu Ningmiao saw water stains along the way, as if the area had just been flooded. Two twisted corpses lay haphazardly, and police tape cordoned off the area.
These two ordinary people hadn't completely died yet.
Shu Ningmiao stood outside the cordon and looked at the two corpses. Each of them had a long scar on their neck, with blood flowing down their neck. They had been killed by having their throats cut.
She didn't do it; she didn't have any weapons when she confronted those two people.
Only Liang Siyan and another water-controlling ability user remained on the road. In a brief glimpse, she saw that the water-controlling ability user had been struck in the chest by the knife she had thrown and was already dead.
So only Liang Siyan could do all this. She stayed on the road, realizing that the situation was beyond saving, so she first slit the throats of her two companions one by one to bleed them, then removed the fog to lure the police, and escaped in the chaos.
Shu Ningmiao stood there for a long time, her eyes fixed on the wounds of the two corpses.
Why did Liang Siyan slit the throats of these two corpses? Can the dead speak?
Could the police department also have individuals with the ability to read memories?
She heard steady footsteps behind her, and a hand patted her shoulder: "Don't look."
Shu Ningmiao turned her head and met the dark eyes of the man in the suit. The man looked at her calmly and said, "Come over here. You can rest in the car for a while."
It was the man from the Public Security Bureau who had interrogated her before. She looked back at his face and it took her a while to remember that his name seemed to be Yu Lu, and he looked like a kind but somewhat old-fashioned person.
Although she was told to rest, she would most likely still have to give a statement, so Shu Ningmiao's mood was not good.
She turned her head back, pretending not to hear.
Yu Lu stood straight behind her, nodded slightly to the other busy officers, and gestured for them to cover the scene with a privacy screen: "The horrific scene will affect your mental state. You can't perceive it now because of your brain's self-protection."
Shu Ningmiao pointed to herself with a question mark in her eyes.
Could it be that he thinks the two men suddenly got into a fight and killed each other while attacking her?
"Don't feel pressured." Yu Lu took the blanket handed to her by the police officer next to her and gently draped it over her shoulders.
A soft blanket pressed down on her, instantly warming her body. Yu Lu's slender yet strong hand rested on the blanket, as if comforting her: "You didn't kill these two people. This is Prometheus's usual way of handling things. They don't want to leave any survivors in our hands."
So that's how it is. There really are people with superpowers in the police department who can access people's memories. Shu Ningmiao's mind wandered to the heavens.
“We’ll handle the rest. You’ve been frightened. I’ll take you home.”
...
After sending the cute crying puppy emoji, Shu Ningmiao didn't reply.
Shu Changyan put away the terminal. As he retreated, the head and neck of the corpse beneath his feet were severed at the root and rolled to the side, leaving a pool of blood flowing out at an alarming speed.
In the completely transparent sky corridor, corpses and severed heads lay scattered about. Shu Changyan slung his sword behind his back, and a gleaming figure emerged from the darkness at the other end of the corridor.
Zhao shook his hand, the ring on his hand flickered and then went out completely: "The United Building has been hacked, and you still have the mind to slack off and play with the terminal."
"It's all taken care of." Shu Changyan ignored him. "There are still a few people left."
“That’s it.” Zhao turned his head and looked at the brightly lit guards downstairs. They were currently in the rotating “ring” outside the Pinne Union Building, which was also the outermost layer of the Pinne Union Building: “There were twenty-seven people in total, all of them were superhumans. The representative contacted me and said that these people might be assassins from Intoli.”
The reason why the two countries, Tori and Pine, have been able to hold out for seven or eight years is that although Tori is only half the size of the capital of Pine, 99% of its citizens are awakened supernatural beings.
Shu Changyan had a vague sense of unease. He lifted his mask, his azure eyes fixed on the dark sky outside: "How are things on Kornunos's side?"
“No movement? How could there be anything? That place is an impenetrable fortress right now.” Zhao paused, then suddenly became serious: “Do you have anxiety?”
Shu Changyan tilted his head slightly: "She has already been attacked twice. Do you think I can be completely at ease?"
“I don’t think so,” Zhao said. “I think you’re probably a dog with separation anxiety.”
Shu Changyan remained silent, only glancing at him indifferently before pulling his mask down again. As they spoke, they tacitly walked out of the corridor one after the other.
The elevator's automatic doors closed silently, shutting out the stench of blood that filled the room.
There were already many media outlets staking out the first floor of the Union Building. The flashes of cameras were incessant, even more intense than the lights of the drones patrolling outside. The dark lenses were pointed at the representatives of the Union Parliament, not missing a single close-up.
"We will never allow these people to pose a threat to our country and our people!"
The elevator doors opened silently, and the media's cameras zoomed in on the two people's faces, flashed by, and then returned to the representatives.
The representative opened his arms wide, his face beaming with smiles, and amidst the cheers of the media, his tone became increasingly impassioned.
"The executor is our hero, Pinhe!"
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