Siren's Blade, the Demon...

I chewed these two words silently. Are these two unique words the name of the giant axe that once shattered me and the black shadow monster?

The hands that held me from behind quickly left my shoulders. I saw a man around the middle of me and the old man. He was a beautiful woman with soft black and long hair, wearing a blue feathered hair on the side, a white short-sleeved T-shirt and blue jeans. Her face looked quite young. If she had met her by chance, I might think she was a girl who was still in college like me, and such girls would definitely not lack men's pursuit in school.

But she appeared here and joined the conversation so naturally, which shows that she was absolutely extraordinary.

The old man seemed to have captured my doubts and said in an introductory tone: "National first-class witch hunter - 'Blue Bird'."

"Hello." Bluebird smiled and stretched out his hand.

National first-class witch hunter? The country does have a secret department that specializes in handling extraordinary events!

And listening to the title "Demon Hunter", it seems that he is an expert responsible for fighting "Demon" on the front line.

However, the person like a female college student in front of me is actually a witch hunter? And it is also a "national level"? I shook her hand skeptically. It's not that I look down on women, but I am also a visual animal after all. It's really hard to connect the character that looks like a lack of muscle and the word "fighting power". If you want to say who is more in line with the title of "witch hunter", I think the old man sitting next to me is just a soldier. Although he is not particularly strong, his posture is as tall as a soldier, and his eyes are as powerful as an eagle. As for the contrasting plot of "a weak character actually has powerful power", it is really too fictional and romantic and cannot convince me immediately.

Could it be that the demon's giant axe was shattering me, and it also sent my soul to a fictional story world that was skewed by the original world?

I let go of the bluebird's hand, and the old man stood up and said to the bluebird: "I'm going back to continue my work, and you will take over the matter next, is it okay?"

"No problem." Bluebird nodded.

The old man turned around and left, leaving only Qingniao and I face each other. The atmosphere became less like a conversation between the reporter of an extraordinary incident and the public official, but an outdoor afternoon chat between two college students. This made me a little unable to control my attitude towards conversation.

"You're a witch hunter, so he is?"

"He is my subordinate." When he said this, Blue Bird seemed a little guilty and secretly glanced at the distant back.

Could it be her father? I have heard before that some very talented people work in the same company as their parents. If they are accidentally too talented and become their parents' superiors, they will become embarrassing in the future.

"There are many grassroots members of the witch hunter department who will serve in the public security department at the same time. Once they identify reports of suspected secret incidents, they will be communicated to the witch hunter like me who is responsible for on-site activities. That is his job." Qingniao explained, and smiled at herself, "And you also think I don't look like a combat-ready public official, right? So I have to ask him to introduce me to this occasion. I happened to investigate the mysterious disappearance case of Wumingshan nearby. As soon as he conveyed it, I rushed over immediately."

My attention immediately shifted, "The mysterious disappearance case? Is it the disappearance of a young girl a month ago?"

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

Her attitude was like facing a friend, lacking the seriousness I expected, but I had to cooperate, "Mung Bean Soup."

She went to order the order and returned to the seat opposite me. I tentatively said, "Is there really a ghost in that missing case?"

"Why do you say that?" she asked back.

"My front desk...I have a classmate who also disappeared five years ago. The young girl who disappeared a month ago looked very similar to her, so I always cared about it." I explained, thinking, "Will they... be sisters?"

Some strange stories are quite boring to put it bluntly. At the beginning, I was shocked and cast a mysterious veil for the similarity between the front desk and the young girl, but will it be impossible to achieve any mystery at all? Because they are sisters, they look very similar, which is quite reasonable.

"The missing classmates you mentioned refer to Ruan Wenzhu. They do look very similar. But unfortunately, Ruan Wenzhu has no siblings, and her parents have no extramarital affairs, and the young girl has no kinship relationship with her. These are easy to find out. Moreover, if the sister disappeared on Wuming Mountain five years ago, would her parents take her only remaining daughter to a place for a picnic?"

"So, is their disappearance related to the shadow...they have something to do with what you call the 'demons'?" I asked, "For example, it was the demons who killed them on the unknown mountain, so they lost their news."

"It's okay to tell you, but can you answer some of my questions first?" She smiled and made an opinion. As she said, I am the reporter, so I should provide clues, but since the beginning, I have been asking questions, which is not in line with the rules.

Maybe I was confused by this conversational atmosphere of peers. I had to curb my curiosity first.

Afterwards, Blue Bird began to ask questions, which were about when and where I met the demon, whether the demon spoke to me, whether he could feel the rationality of the demon when he acted. The demon in her eyes seemed to be a madman who had lost his reason and sober. And I also struggled to answer her, because "this time" I did not encounter the demon, so my words were fabricated. Sometimes I realized later that some of my answers were conflicting, but she didn't know whether she didn't notice it or deliberately did not pursue it, but just continued to ask questions without changing her face.

"Why do you think the demon is a human?" This is her last question, "From your description of his appearance, he is obviously a monster, right?"

"I'm not very clear." This time, I was telling the truth, "Just the moment I saw it, I felt that it must be a person, and it must be a vicious person."

"So that's it..." She nodded and changed her mind, "It seems that your 'awareness' is stronger than that of ordinary people."

"Awareness?" This seems to be an uncommon word, and her tone is also extraordinary. I feel that there is a deep meaning in it. Literally, this probably refers to the ability to "see some hidden things". Combined with the topic just now, is the demon really a human?

"Simply put, you are probably suitable to join the witch hunter department." The short sentence she said at this moment was like a heavy stone thrown into my heart.

She didn't continue the topic, but I found that there was a clear difference in her eyes and attitude when she looked at me. For example, she began to take the initiative to talk about something I care about, "You should be curious about who the Demon is."

"Yes." I actually want to ask what "suitable to join the witch hunter department" means. I don't know how much this sentence makes me think a lot.

"The Demon is the notorious serial killer of the secret world. He first appeared five years ago, in April 17." The Bluebird said in a deep voice, "I heard that he made a wish to the monster and gained a powerful force; but at the cost, he lost his rationality. To this day, more than hundreds of people have been killed by him, and victims have spread all over the country."

More than a few hundred people? This statement exploded in my heart. Although she did not mention the exact number, there are no murderers in the common sense of modern society who kill more than hundreds of people. Killing dozens of people is enough to shock the whole society. The statement of hundreds of people is simply a fool. Even if it really appears, it should appear in some war-torn countries that are in chaos.

When recalling the speed and power that the demon has shown, it seems that it is not completely impossible to link with such numbers, but what is the demon hunting department doing?

"Wait..." I suddenly realized, "Are you going to fight the demon afterwards?"

"yes."

"Can you beat me?"

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

The bluebird took me to a roadside where no one noticed it, then raised his hand and grabbed the air.

The feeling that what happened next brought me was no less than the shock of my experience of time retracing. I saw a large number of tiny cyan currents suddenly burst out from the air in front of her hand. With the strong current noise, countless cyan currents quickly woven automatically and turned into a lightsaber purely formed by current. When the sword's form stabilized, the current noise subsided, and the thunder and lightning sword was held peacefully by her.

This is not the first time I have witnessed the paranormal phenomenon, but none of them are so directly expressed in visual form as it is now. The door to the new world is opened - although this is quite stale, I can only express my mood in this way.

"Is this a superpower?" I don't know if I have a good way to hide my shock.

"This is a weapon I have obtained through strict training. It is not so much a superpower, but rather a spell, which is activated by burning my own spirituality." Perhaps because I felt that I had the possibility of joining the ranks of demon hunters, she was willing to explain, "As for the superpower that suddenly awakens at a certain stage in my life, it does not exist, but it is quite rare."

"There is really such a power..." I suddenly thought of myself and tentatively tentatively, "Can spells or superpowers do other things? For example, soaring in the sky, moving to a distance in an instant, or... shuttle time and back to the past?"

"Flying and space transfer both exist, but I have never heard of what you said in the end."

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

She asserted without hesitation: "No."

"Maybe there isn't a trace?"

"A natural superpowered person has outstanding spell talent without exception. In other words, it is because of such a powerful talent that he can drive the power beyond secular common sense without learning any secret knowledge." She said, "Although I am not a good thing in this regard, even if a person who exceeds this law really exists, the probability is extremely low. In our country, it is hard to say whether there is one."

So that's it, then the previous time backtracking phenomenon originated from some inner force that suddenly awakened me - possibilities such as this may be temporarily excluded.

Since it is not my inner strength, time retracing is indeed a mysterious phenomenon caused by external sources, but for some reason this phenomenon is related to me. The question is, how can I ensure that I can trigger the phenomenon of "time retracing after I die" in the future?

If someone can hear my voice, he may be surprised by my "crazy". Only those who are crazy will enthusiastically pursue something activated based on their own death. I am not so crazy, but I think that as long as I am a man, I cannot resist this "extraordinary force". Even if I know that it is really a very dangerous thing, I can't help but weigh it in my heart. Men are basically such fools, and I can't compete with my own impulses.

"Speaking of it, your sword..." I returned to the present, considering my tone to avoid offending her, "Is it just weaving lightning into a sword?"

"Isn't this enough?" The blue bird raised the thunder and lightning sword.

"That demon is very fast. If you just take out a powerful melee weapon, it is not enough to ensure you defeat the demon."

"You are cautious." She nodded, "What if...what if that?"

While speaking, she held a thunder sword more than one meter long and swung her sword at the street tree ten meters away.

Under my gaze, the five street trees in a row were broken at the same time like ham sausages cut by scissors, and fell to the ground in no particular order along the smooth inclined section, and in the end only five bare stumps remained.

"How?" she asked back with a stern look. It was not until then that I vaguely realized that she seemed to be worried about my doubts about her strength. At this moment, with the opportunity to show her, her calmness had decreased significantly with the naked eye.

"It's amazing, but..." I said tactfully, "These trees are public property, aren't they?"

"Ah." She froze. It turned out that witch hunters would be held accountable if they were afraid of damaging public property.

Then, she quickly ran over and threw the thunder sword at the same time. The sword automatically disintegrated in the air and turned into countless small currents hidden in the air. Then she saw that she was rushing to pick up the tree body lying on the ground and clattered straight to the stump.

After seeing her previous performance, I no longer want to comment on the fact that she was moving a tree. The problem is that the place where she cut was a very smooth slope, and the tree body could not be placed at all. Moreover, the movement here was too big, and someone was approaching in the distance, and I was about to see this scene of a young woman fighting against the big tree.

Her head was so anxious that she was sweating. Suddenly, she threw the tree onto the ground, then rushed over and grabbed my hand, pulled her legs and ran away.

I asked in surprise: "Are you going to hit and run?"

"Yes, no!" she shouted in disgrace.

"Is this a crime?" Actually, I don't know if private cutting of a street tree is that serious.

She exclaimed: "It is not a crime to not be discovered!"

What nonsense is this person who eats the public? I feel that my awe for the witch hunter is about to disappear in just one minute.

But I didn't expect that she had such a "cute" side, and I couldn't help but feel relaxed.

After saying that, she seemed to be laughed at by herself and couldn't help laughing. After experiencing this series of wonderful and absurd interactions, the blocks in my heart that caused by death seemed to slowly melt and disintegrate.
Chapter completed!