Chapter 690: Chapter 626: If I Say You’re Guilty, Then You’re Guilty_2
The evil sacrifice content is zero percent, okay!
Zuo Bai frowned slightly and cursed inwardly, "Ridiculous."
He decided to ignore the unreasonable gaze of the Night Watcher.
Finishing "self-packing" was the most urgent matter. He lifted his foot, preparing to tuck the remaining foot outside the car into the trunk...
Just then, the tall Night Watcher seemed to notice the overly focused gaze of his companion (Feng Yuhuai).
He followed his companion’s gaze to Zuo Bai, then waved a probe at Zuo Bai through the air.
A few thin, living-creature-like sensing tentacles extended from the top of the instrument, scanning silently.
The tall Night Watcher glanced down at the screen, the numbers fluctuating steadily, finally settling within the green spectrum representing "absolute safety."
"Climbing into the trunk is a bit odd behavior..."
The tall Night Watcher’s voice, altered by the mask, sounded deep and lacking emotional fluctuation, with an official indifference,
"But the probe shows no reaction, the radiation levels are within safe limits, no signs of distortion, no detection of evil resonance, so it’s none of our business, don’t meddle."
He could almost confirm now that the slender companion beside him was a new recruit in the Night Watchers.
Because only such newcomers would be so curious and "righteous" about every "abnormality" they encounter on the road.
Seeing everyone as a potential threat, feeling everything needs "saving," as if the world wouldn’t turn without them.
He remembered when he first joined the Night Watchers, he too was brimming with such excess passion, seeing every ripple of abnormal energy as evil beckoning, hearing every midnight scream as a victim’s plea for help.
And later?
Later, he gradually understood that all sorts of strange things happen in this world every moment.
Care?
You can’t care about them all!
Night Watchers only need to do what’s within their duty, their responsibility is to maintain the "purity" of humanity, not to safeguard humanity.
Meddling has no good end, other law enforcement departments won’t appreciate their "zeal," they’d rather loathe their overreach.
This is the sense of boundary and discipline that must be spoken of within the system, and Night Watchers are no exception.
However, Feng Yuhuai doesn’t understand these twists and turns and doesn’t listen to her companion’s "senior Night Watcher philosophy."
She still doesn’t know why she donned the Night Watcher’s skin, but since she has, she is a Night Watcher.
She doesn’t understand the coming long night, nor the noble mission of maintaining "human purity."
She herself is a monster lurking among humans, and then, she was inexplicably captured into the Night Watchers’ team by a Night Watcher.
To this end,
Feng Yuhuai’s understanding of this black robe was particularly simple and clear—a legal kill license!
This was the logic that the Investigation Corps taught her in Transfer Town that day with their crazy cleanup.
And also the logic taught by the Night Watcher who indiscriminately killed the Investigation Corps’ soldier, said nothing, and drove her into this skin.
A wanted and exposed evil sacrifice host, turned into a Night Watcher in an instant?!!
This is a hundred times more magical than when she woke up on the surgery table in the black clinic discovering she was transformed into a monster!
If the cold surgery table and the ensuing "rebirth" gave Feng Yuhuai a second life physically, transformed her from a normal college girl into a non-human existence.
Then, being forced to wear the Night Watcher’s skin, don the "black mask" that isolates sins, brought a second "rebirth" to her mind.
At that moment, her mind experienced an awakening far more incredible than physical transformation.
The cold mask fitted on her face, isolating the filthy air from outside, as if severing all her past.
An unprecedented, bizarre "sense of security" enveloped her, a feeling warmer than her father’s embrace in childhood.
Once, she was like a brainless beast, believing in the most primitive jungle laws.
She killed, ate midnight snacks, and seized life energy, ultimately driven by an extreme craving for personal force.
She naively thought that strong enough personal force was the key to climbing the celestial ladder and her source of security.
But now, Feng Yuhuai comprehended!
Through the narrow cage-like holes of the black mask, she glimpsed the deeper operating rules of human society:
The most powerful force has never been personal fists and kicks, but the layer of gorgeous, robust, and ’lawful’ clothing woven by power.
The continuous accompaniment around her, providing her with unparalleled security, wasn’t the elusive family or friendship, but the power she could firmly grasp in her hands!
Power is the best family!
The companionship of power is the best family companionship!
And now, Feng Yuhuai’s best "family" was this pitch-black mask on her body.
(ps: [Mask] is White Mask, she is Black Mask, just thinking about it makes them seem like a match made in heaven.)
Before, Feng Yuhuai needed to eat "midnight snacks" stealthily like a mouse in the gutter, afraid of being discovered.
But now?
With the Night Watcher’s skin, she no longer wanted to be sneaky.
Now she wants to eat whoever she wants, wherever she wants, whenever she wants!
Otherwise, wouldn’t she be wearing this Night Watcher’s skin in vain?
Can she live up to the "trust" and "companionship" of "family"?
Don’t consider Feng Yuhuai’s thoughts as extreme, one-sided, or insufficiently dialectical.
Ultimately, she’s just a... a pretty college girl who experienced physical transformation, mental metamorphosis in a very short time, yet still relatively unworldly.
She’s just hungry, wants to eat, wants family companionship, what could be wrong with that?
Feng Yuhuai now just wants to eat Zuo Bai, very very much, unable to resist for a moment.
The tall Night Watcher’s warnings were like mosquito buzzing by her ear, she didn’t listen to a single word.
Her newly awakened brain was completely occupied by the hunger for food and the fullness of power.
She mimicked waving the probe in her hand too. Of course, the screen showed a boring green light, but so what?
Under the dark mask, Feng Yuhuai’s face slowly curved into an extremely sweet smile, with a demonic red glow flashing in the depths of her eyes.
She casually threw the probe on the ground as if discarding garbage.
The precision instrument’s casing hit the stones, making a crisp cracking sound, the screen flickering a few times before going completely dark.
"Heh—"
A very slight giggle escaped from beneath the mask.
The next second!
"Whoosh—!"
Feng Yuhuai’s black combat boots suddenly exerted force, the ground instantly cracked like fragile cookies, exploding into a circle of fine-web-like cracks.
The heart method of the "Sunflower Dao Scripture" roared wildly through her meridians, bone-chilling Yin energy seeping into her limbs and bones like a cold tide.
This cultivation technique was the "meeting gift" bestowed when joining the Night Watchers, yet it unexpectedly resonated perfectly with her constitution.
She made rapid progress with just a bit of practice, capable of performing it impeccably.
Leaving behind a trail of blurry afterimages, her whole body elongated abruptly under the night, blurring, dragging out a long string of ghost shadows behind her.
This eerie movement bore a seven-part similarity to the ghost shadows the [Mask] stepped out in the sewer that day.
Feng Yuhuai, with gusts of Yin wind swirling around, resonated through the air with a righteous judicial proclamation:
"My eyes are the best probe! I see you guilty, you are guilty!!"
The voluminous black robe whooshed, stirring gusts of wailing wind.
In Feng Yuhuai’s ears, the sound gradually morphed into countless hoarse whispers, like "family" unconditionally trusting her, encouraging her, accompanying her, wildly whispering in her ears:
"Yes! He is guilty! Eat him! Eat him!!"
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