.Nie Shaohui first ordered a fried rice slowly and sat there and started eating spoonfuls of them. Although he was eating, his mind had not been on the food. Because Nie Shaohui discovered that since he entered here, he always felt a sense of surveillance. From the beginning, someone had always focused his eyes on him.

Although Nie Shaohui also tried to release his spiritual sense to search, what made Nie Shaohui frowned was that no matter how he used his spiritual sense to search, he could not find the person who monitored him. But where did this feeling of surveillance come from?

Unable to find the source, Nie Shaohui had to focus on the food, as if he was talking to others, or as if he was talking to himself, "It's much better than our school. It tastes good. Is it because of the first time I eat it?"

"Do you like the taste here very much?" An extremely gentle voice came from my ears, as harmonious as the spring breeze. Hearing this voice, Nie Shaohui turned his head and looked, it was indeed Ji Shen Qiusha. I saw her holding a plate, filled with three dishes and one soup, which was a very standard student set meal.

"Have you eaten so many hamburgers? Is there no problem if you eat this?"

"Because there are free rolls, this month is over..." Ji Shen Qiusha's speech was as simple as ever. She put the plate next to Nie Shaohui, then took out a stack of free rolls and waved it. Her eyes seemed to be a little proud, and so many free rolls looked at least 100.

"So much?" Nie Shaohui was shocked and asked incrediblely, "Can you finish these?" Ji Shenqiusha shook his head, divided the free rolls and handed them to Nie Shaohui, and said, "Give some of them to you. I can't finish them anyway, but if you want to eat, you can come every day at noon. It's best not to come at other times."

"Why can't you come at other times?" Nie Shaohui said strangely, looking at the free roll handed over by Ji Shen Qiusha. Nie Shaohui hesitated for a moment, but he still took it. Even if he couldn't use it himself, it would be okay for someone in the Ma family to do it.

"...Magic..." Ji Shen Qiusha hesitated for a moment and said it.

"Ha, magic? Did your teacher teach you magic?" Nie Shaohui laughed as if he heard something funny, thinking that this was impossible. Even if he wanted to teach magic, he should not teach these superpowers. You must know that magic and superpowers conflict with each other. No one can have both at the same time.

"I didn't lie to you..." Ji Shenqiusha insisted. Seeing Ji Shenqiusha's serious attitude, Nie Shaohui was a little interested and asked with a curious expression, "Can you tell me in detail?"

"...I'm sorry, I can't say it." Ji Shen Qiusha looked at Nie Shaohui with apologetic eyes. He pursed his lips and stopped talking.

'Is it an electric wave system?' Nie Shaohui smiled helplessly and said, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. I came here just to see you. Since you have nothing to do, I can leave with confidence." Nie Shaohui quickly finished his own fried rice, threw the dishes and chopsticks into the cleaning jar and left. Ji Shen Qiusha just stood in the distance and watched silently, without saying a word.

"There is definitely something strange there." When Nie Shaohui was chatting with Ji Shen Qiusha, he found that the eyes of him had become more and more, from the original gaze to four or five behind. So, even if Ji Shen Qiusha said something about magic, Nie Shaohui just pretended not to believe it.

"Ji Shen Qiusha doesn't seem to be willing to say that I'll come again tomorrow." Nie Shaohui put the free roll in his hand into his pocket and left here. Although Nie Shaohui left Sanze School, he could still feel that someone was watching him in the building until he got to the nearest bus stop, and that gaze was removed from him.

At this time, it is located in the central area of ​​the Academy City. Stirmagnus stood outside a dark tower made of unknown materials. The tower was very strange and had no windows or doors, but stood alone there.

Steele saw a girl with two ponytails walking towards him. He observed her slightly. Her beautiful face, a model-like figure, and her chest was wrapped in cloth, but from the degree of bulge, it must be a considerable amount.

"Is it Mr. Steele?" she asked.

"I am, do you know how to get in here?" Stile had no idea how to get into this tower with no entrance.

"Please come with me," she smiled.

There are no windows, no doors, no stairs, no elevators, and no walkways. As for buildings, this room does not have any functionality at all. Apart from the space movement ability of those with level 4 abilities, it is impossible to enter this room. Here, it can be said to be the most sturdy fortress. In this building constructed with a calculating impact diffusion composite material, which claims to be stronger than the nuclear shelter, a magician stands.

His name is Stir Magnus. He is proficient in rune magic, especially the magician Stir who is very good at flame magic. He is also a British Puritan priest. He is already proficient in magic specifically used to kill magicians at the age of fourteen. It can be said that it is an exception among the exceptions.

Originally, he was not the one who should have stood here.

"Here" does not refer to "this building", but this "city". Because it is a religious person who belongs to one of the Christian branches, the "necessary evil church" in the Pilgrimage No. 0, the Puritan Church, and this academy city refutes all mystical ideas, and even superpowers can mass-produce it through drugs, human body control and hypnotic hints.

Here he is as unnatural as a tarot card among fifty-two playing cards. He would not have appeared here, of course, because of his origin. Now he is a "representative of the British Puritanism" to "talk" with the "Academic City" with a different position. However, as a representative of an organization, he has obvious flaws in his personality. He is a murderer without blinking. He can command the flames to wrap a living person without hesitation.

"..." However, even such people are still unable to adapt to the scene in front of them. If the space here is called the interior, it is too wide and there is no lighting equipment at all. However, the room is filled with stars, because countless screens and buttons are set on the walls around the room, emitting light. Extending from tens of thousands of instruments, as many as tens of thousands of cables and pipes, like blood vessels extending on the ground, are all concentrated in the center of the room.

There is a huge test tube in the center of the room. It is four meters in diameter and more than ten meters in length. It is a cylindrical container made of reinforced glass, filled with red liquid. It is said that this color means that this is a weak alkaline culture medium. Of course, for the magician Stee, these scientific matters do not belong to his field and cannot be understood even after hearing it.

There is a human in the test tube with a green surgical gown. It floats on the ground under the head and feet. Apart from the word "human", there is no adjective to describe him. This "human" with silver hair looks like a man and a woman, an adult and a child, a saint and a prisoner.

Should he say that he has obtained all the possibilities that "human" can pursue, or that he has abandoned all the possibilities that "human" has? No matter which one it is, the only thing that can be believed is that only the word "human" can be used to describe him.

"Everyone who comes here will observe me carefully and then react the same way you do—"

The "human" sinking into the test tube spoke. His voice sounded like a man and a woman, an adult and a child, a saint and a prisoner.

"—But why do humans need to do things that can be done by machines?

This is the way of existence of the "human" in front of you. All your life activities can be maintained by mechanical means. Therefore, there is no intention to do these things by yourself. This "human limit" with a presumed lifespan of 1,700 years is now revealed to Stir.

Steele was afraid. What he was afraid of was not the science and technology that could replace humans to perform life activities, but the existence of the "human" in front of him, because it could be maintained by machinery. Therefore, he gave up without hesitation and entrust himself to the existence of the machinery.

It is terrible that a "human" can be twisted to exist in this way.

"I think you should also know the reason why I called you-" Academic Urban General Director General, "Human" Yaresta floated upside down, saying in a serious tone, "—The situation is not good now."

Steele couldn't help frowning at what Yaresta said, because he could not imagine the "human" in front of him. He would actually say something as weak as "the situation is not good now."

"You mean a deepblood killer, right?"

Stir, who usually never speaks honorifics, said honorifics here. Of course, it is not because his identity here is "representative of the church". But because he knows that as long as Aresta feels his hostility for a moment, he will be dismantled on the spot. This has nothing to do with whether Stir is actually hostile. Even if it is a misunderstanding or an illusion, as long as Aresta thinks so, Stir's fate will come to an end.

Because this is the enemy's base camp, this is the command center of 2.3 million "superpowered people".

"Well," Yaresta said to the trembling Stee, "If there were only superpowers, there would be no problem. Because that was originally one of the superpowers I 'hold'. As long as it was in this city, the events triggered by the residents of this city were solved and covered up, there were as many as 70,632 methods...."

"..." Stir didn't feel anything special after hearing this sentence. Because he was not interested in what kind of emergency measures the Academy City had, he didn't understand the world operation principle of the "scientific camp".

"—The problem is that in this incident, a magician who should not interfere in this matter appeared." So Steele's mind was only thinking about one thing. The blood-sucking killer. The source was not the library of the Academy City, but the record of the British Library. From the literal perspective, it can be imagined that this is a "some creature" specifically used to kill a certain kind of "some creature" that cannot be confirmed whether it really exists. No one knows what kind of ability it is, nor can he confirm the authenticity. He only knows that the legendary famous girl has such ability. And this girl with the ability of the "vassing killer" has now been imprisoned by a magician.

To put it bluntly, this incident is that simple.

"Well. Since the opponent is someone outside this city, the incident is a bit troublesome." Yaresta continued to float in the test tube, "Of course, ordering 2.3 million superpowers to defeat one or two magicians is not difficult at all. But this is not the point of the problem. The point is that if we do this, it will mean that our scientists have defeated the magician."

The school and the necessary evil churches all enslave the same "world".

"Superpower" and "non-reality" - because they both occupy the technology that each other does not have, they can have their current status. If the school of the "Superpower" who enslaved the "Magicians" claimed that they had defeated the "magicians", the people in the magician camp would never sit idly by.

For example, just like the most advanced fighter jets drop into enemy positions, the wreckage is likely to leak its own secret technology.

"In this way, it seems difficult to ask you to send extra help." Steel said in a calm tone.

The joint force of superpowers and magicians - this kind of thing can also be used to rob the fire. The scientific camp and magic camp are the main issue, because we can use the name of our combat power investigation to detect the technology of another camp.

Thinking of this, Steele had a question. He also came to the Academy City once two weeks ago and fought with a superpowered man. He calmly thought about it. Why did that battle acquiesce so exceptionally? Perhaps when Steele didn't know, some kind of agreement had been reached between the Academy City and the church. It could also be because the teenager was regarded as an incompetent person with zero level. It was a very low-importance relationship.

But this time the situation is different. The superpowered person and the magician involved in the incident - the "important person" who is recognized as having great abilities in the city.

"So that's why I called me this 'special case'." Steel's expression did not change at all, as if it was just confirming a fact. In other words, Steel Magnus is a special case. If the superpowers of the scientific camp defeat the people in the magic camp, it will cause problems. However, if Steel, who is also in the magic camp, will not have any problems. Moreover, from the standpoint of cleaning up the portal, Steel's boss also believes that the magician must be defeated by the church.

"This is the 'battlefield' thumbnail this time." I don't know what technology was used, but the image emerged directly in the darkness. It was a perspective view like a computer animation. There was a building without any strangeness in the picture. Then there was a position relationship diagram of the "battlefield". The corner of the position relationship diagram was written with three neat words: Sanzeju.

"By building the original design drawings and various satellite images, the internal structure was analyzed." Yaresta's voice was not ups and downs. "But there was no sign of any device belonging to the field of magic. After all, we don't understand magic."

“…”

"But this 'Sanze School' is a bit special." Yaresta began to explain.

It turns out that Xueyuan City is an educational institution that is a collection of hundreds of schools of all sizes. Moreover, the teaching content includes something beyond the ordinary. It is said that the national cram school for "Sanze School" will set up branches in Xueyuan City. It is to steal the unique "superpower learning method" of this Xueyuan City. As a huge corporate spy, the color of being a huge corporate spy can be said to be quite strong.

However, the "Sanzeju" that develops superpowers like watching flowers in the fog was actually influenced by wonder. Perhaps it should be called scientific worship. They began to extend the development of the ability of "science and technology that only they know" as "so they are humans chosen by God", which is occasionally like an emerging religion.

The "Manzeju" branch in the school city even refused to accept the headquarters order and began to lose control. In the end, it even did one thing: according to the "doctrine", a girl called a "vass killer" was imprisoned.

"But why did the 'Sanzeju' imprison the blood-sucking killer? Could it be that their teachings were like the 16th-century religious religion. They dedicated their own to the descendants of Cain, thus achieving the goal of immortality?"

"No.'Sanzejuan' does not have any particular obsession with blood-sucking killers. In fact, anyone can do it if he is a 'unique and unreplicable superpower in the world."

"?"

"The 'class' in the school city is determined by the two indicators of 'academic ability' and 'superpower'. That's why they want to have a blood-sucking killer and study it. As long as they can use the slogan 'we can copy extremely rare abilities', it must be a good way to attract students with level 2 or level 3 and inferiority to their ordinary abilities... They are really a group of idiots. Once the abilities developed are impossible to change, it is impossible to transplant the brain."

However, it is still not right to say so, Steele thought. Even if "having strange abilities" is a local supreme environment in this academy city, how could anyone believe that the "that kind of creature" belonging to the magical world really exists? Just as Steele was thinking about this question, Yaresta had already expressed the answer as if nothing had happened.

"In short, things are precious. As long as this basic principle remains unchanged, it can at least cause topics. In addition to fantasy killers, there are many superpowers who have unknown truths. Some superpowers have even had too powerful powers, so no one has seen them seriously." In short, if it is just a blood-sucking killer, then the matter is actually very simple. As Yaresta said, "the disputes occur within this city." The school city can deal with the problem with 70,632 means.

But the problem is not here. Because just before the problem is dealt with, a magician came from the "outside" and entered the "Sanze School". His goal was a blood-sucking killer. In the end, he did not even destroy the "Sanze School", but instead controlled the "Sanze School" in his own control. That's why things became troublesome.

"..." Stir looked at the position relationship diagram of "Sanzeju". From the picture, it was impossible to see what degree of "magic" transformations had been made in the building. It was like the tension of sprinting forward in the darkness ahead. Attacking Stir's back. Although it was uncomfortable, it was a feeling that Stir was used to. This time it was also a simple offensive and defensive battle of life or death, zero or one. However, in the city filled with 2.3 million superpowers, he was alone, which really made people feel "pleasant".

"Not necessarily." Yaresta said as if he had seen through Stir's mind. Maybe in this room, there is a device that can judge the content of thinking through body temperature and blood flow.

"I have a superpower who can be called the 'magic natural enemy'."

In an instant, Stile's whole body was stiff. A fantasy killer. It was the boy who performed a life-and-death showdown with Stile two weeks ago. As long as it was the power of superpowers, whether it was magic or superpowers. Even if it was a miracle, it would be gone as soon as it was touched by his right hand. This ability can be said to be an exception in the special case.

"But, didn't you say you can't use the superpower to defeat the magician?"

"Don't worry about this." Yaresta said in a tone that seemed to have memorized the lines. "First of all, he is an incompetent person of zero level, without any valuable information. Even if he is asked to act with the magician, he is not afraid that he will leak the secret technology of our scientific camp."

“…”

"The second point is that his head is not smart enough to understand the technology of your magic camp and copy it. Therefore, even if you act with you, your technology will not be known to us."

"I have a question..." Steele suddenly interrupted to him. "Who is that boy?" He pointed to the scene of a boy in the room. The boy was named Nie Shaohui.

"...I don't know either, but it's better to have his help. Don't worry, he is not a superpower..." Hearing Aresta's words, Steele had a similar hostility towards Aresta for the first time and cursed in his heart, "He is in your college city, do you actually say you don't know either? You old fox..."

What is the abacus of the heart of the "human" in front of him? Stir really can't figure out the details. In any case, fantasy killers should never be classified as weak people with zero level. Stir has learned this through practice in actual combat.

Indeed, the ability of a fantasy killer is by no means that Stile can understand the techniques and structures by just looking at it, and it is absolutely impossible to steal his technology and bring it back to the church. However, in this regard, the Academy City should also have the same position. No, at least Stile hopes that it is the same. If the Academy City has the ability to mass produce the Fantasy killer, the church will have no place to stand. Because even a magical weapon with a history of thousands of years will be shattered and destroyed as long as it is touched by his right hand.

As for the mysterious boy, he had the power beyond the saints and various incredible abilities, since the other party was unwilling to answer, Steel had no choice but to give up. However, Aresta did not cherish such precious fantasy killer abilities at all. It was like giving various trials to the saints in their practice. It was like hitting the scorching steel with a heavy hammer just to forge a sharp sword.

"..." The most important thing is that the young man had 103,000 books of magic books beside him. Is this really okay? The inner thoughts and superficial words are strongly contradictory. Although Steele had questions about this in his heart, it did not appear on his face at all. Moreover, he was careful not to notice it. Because as long as it was about the girl, Steele didn't want to cause a slight wave.

"...the blood-sucking killer." Steele murmured to himself. His expression was like a scholar who had encountered an unsolved doubt. "Does the blood-sucking killer really exist? If it really exists, it means-" Steele had no way to continue talking. The blood-sucking killer. Since there is a blood-sucking killer, of course there must be the "creature" that was killed. In other words, if you believe in the existence of the blood-sucking killer, it is equivalent to proving the existence of "some kind of creature".

"Well, this kind of mystery is not the expertise of our scientists, but the realm of your magicians - aren't there some extraordinary things in your world that cannot be recognized as their existence?"

"Would you like to say?" Stir cursed in his heart. The "magic power" used by magicians can be compared to something similar to gasoline. That is to say, the "crude oil" such as lifespan and vitality are refined into easier "gasoline" through breathing, blood flow and meditation. Therefore, magicians are by no means omnipotent. Even if they pursue higher magic, the amount of gasoline that can be refined is fixed.

However, there is no such restriction on "some creature". "Some creature" with the absurdity of "ageless and immortality" is equivalent to having infinite magic. Even the resources of the world will be used up for a day, but the magic of "some creature" will never run out.

The descendants of Cain - vampires. They are definitely not fragile creatures that can be dealt with by "cross" and "sun light" as described in the storybook. In fact, only one is enough to cause a nuclear bomb-level "world crisis".

"Well." In the huge test tube, "human" floated upside down, looking at Stir with a slight interest, "When it comes to this, do you understand what we call "superpower" is like?"

"...I don't understand." Styre could not understand at all, nor did he think that Aresta would tell him the truth. Because knowing the enemy's secret information would mean losing the possibility of getting out of here alive.

"It's just a cognitive difference," But Yaresta said as if nothing had happened: "Have you ever heard of 'Schedinger's cat'? This should be the most famous case of animal abuse in the world."

"I won't explain the details to you. In short, the meaning is probably 'reality will be distorted according to the different ideas of the person you see'. Of course, the physical laws of microscopic and macroscopic are also different, so they cannot be generalized." The physical laws in this world can be divided into two types: microscopic and telescope. Which parts are microscopic and which parts are macroscopic, and it is said that they are also one of the research contents of Yaresta.

“…I know what you mean very much.”

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to understand. If you understand, then I will have to kill you now." Yaresta said as if nothing had happened, "...I can't quite understand it. Is there a blood-sucking killer, and what's the big difference? It's like a cat in the box."

Yaresta said that the superpowered person is just like the color change of the litmus test paper. What is important is not to be happy that the litmus test paper has changed from red to blue, but to think about why the color changes, what mechanism is behind it, and further, is there a way to manipulate this law? Although Yaresta controls 2.3 million superpowered persons, in terms of combat power, it is enough to declare war on the whole world, for him, these are not "purposes" but "means".

Stir was trembling. The "human" in front of him is a "human" who firmly believes that mechanical can do it for him, and there is no need for humans to do it. What do humans belong to "mechanicals" for this human? What do humans belong to "humans"?

“By the way,”

"Human" speaks. This human, who looks like a man and a woman, an adult and a child, a saint and a prisoner, has made an expression that is almost equivalent to a "smile". As he said, "...If the vampire killer proves the existence of a vampire, then the fantasy killer proves what existence? And he... proves what existence?" To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.
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