"Ah, this... is Count Xieyang..."
All the police officers and detectives were shocked.
To be fair, they arrived quickly enough. When the gunfire broke out on the first floor, they rushed in without hesitation.
After all, this is the director's order. She said that anyone who can't get in within 30 seconds will not have to wear the uniform.
How long has it been since then?
Do you have three minutes?
She actually tracked down the real culprit and dealt with them directly?
"Take all three of these away."
Hitzfeld ordered them.
"Ah...ok."
The agents said nothing, but they respected her in their hearts.
They all knew the inside story - this time, from the White Shadow Palace to the grassroots Gray Police, all departments were temporarily affiliated with the Special Operations Division and were under the command of the young girl. It can be said that she saw through everything and handled everything.
If nothing unexpected happens, there won’t be any wind or waves in the city.
And she even took care of the mastermind herself. She simply did everything she could. How can we not admire her?
"Miss Hitzfeld... er... Count Hitzfeld."
A middle-aged agent approached the girl and stared at the still squirming "Vona" with her.
"Do you want to share this thing with me..."
"No need, you guys go about your business, leave this thing to me, I still have a use for it."
"Okay, then please."
The agent didn't dare to disturb her anymore. He bowed and carried the other three people out. Soon Hitzfeld was left alone to face "Vona".
"Hitzfeld..."
Vona kept reaching out to touch her, the crown still on her head.
"Aisun..."
"Actually, I like you too..."
"I used to be a man who could speak, but now I have fallen into this state of stupidity..."
Hitzfeld didn't know what to say, so he stretched out his hand and called the little crow out.
"Teacher, it's your turn to perform now."
"I have no problem..."
The little crow landed on her shoulder, tilted its head, and looked at the crown and then at the gray-haired girl.
"But are you sure you want to be in this place?"
"Aren't you waiting for your sweetheart to come along?"
"If she comes, will it help our success rate?"
"That's not the case at all."
"That's it, there's no need for us to wait. If there's any danger, there's no need for her to face it. And the most important thing is—"
Having said that, Hitzfeld couldn't help but clench his fists.
"I don't want to keep this thing alive for even a moment."
"Then as you wish."
The crow nodded, opened its mouth, and spit out a squirming ball of flesh.
After the meat ball appeared, it suddenly expanded and became an extremely bloated tumor that almost filled up the upper and lower spaces of the hall.
If you look closely, you will see that it is made up of three eyeball-like things fused together.
This is exactly the "source power of the three evil eyes" that Crow and Hitzfell promised to give her once they found the crown.
"The principle is the hedging of brain waves..."
The little crow said.
"Using two brain waves to offset each other... the Three Evil Eyes' brain waves, and this thing itself..."
"If it is a dead object, then it will not be affected. But if it is alive, it will not be able to escape this influence... You can use this opportunity to severely injure or even kill it. This will not only erase the remaining pollution of the Three Evil Eyes and absorb the remaining power, but also obtain a divine weapon that is directly connected to the source."
"But I have to be clear: this is still risky."
"I know."
Hitzfeld remained calm.
“It’s just the price to achieve the goal.”
"Let's start quickly."
"I'm sure."
Chapter 100 Flashback to the Future
When I opened my eyes again, a familiar face came into view.
I am...
"..."
Where...
My head felt a little dizzy and my consciousness was hazy. My thoughts, which used to be alert and quick, were like rusty gears at this moment, stuck there and unable to move.
Is this...my room...
It seems to be the bedroom of No. 221...
Yes, the bedroom...
The room is so dark, does it feel like it’s late at night?
Xia is sitting opposite me. Did we sleep together last night?
But why I have no impression...
Even the memories from before...
In a daze, he maintained a side-lying position with his right shoulder downwards, opened his eyes and looked at the woman opposite him for nearly half an hour, then Hitzfeld tried to move slightly.
She immediately felt this movement, as if her entire body was almost confined in the woman's arms - it was really the kind that could be described as "confined", and there was no way she could get out without alerting the other person.
So naturally, Xia Yibing woke up immediately.
She opened her eyes, and her pupils flickered slightly in the darkness. Hitzfeld looked at her face and for some reason had a flashback... She seemed to hear Xia's scream, and then the dull sound of something falling to the ground.
"Aisun-Aisun!!!"
"Damn it Yusilian! What the hell is going on???"
"You ask me? Who should I ask? This kind of thing is theoretically impossible! I'm telling you clearly! Impossible!"
"Make way, make way... patients come first—"
"Jane? How is she now?"
"I can't say..."
"What do you mean it's hard to tell?"
"Ah, I already knew the whole story, because Aisuen...she told me the steps when she decided to do this. She is not the arbitrary person you think. We discussed it, and I believe she must have discussed it with one of you. That means all the plans and steps were agreed upon and predicted. It should be the same as Yusilian said, and there will be no accidents."
"But that thing - that thing is unprecedented in its specialness, right? I mean, what if! What if something goes wrong -"
"Don't worry, don't worry, Imaar. From a biological and medical point of view, she is actually fine. She is just a little overworked. Although we still don't know where these symptoms come from, at least we can make sure she is alive and well and lives a normal life with you."
……
This is all... a mess...
There was a flashback, and a chaotic noise that flooded into her head. Hitzfeld groaned with her eyes half closed, and her pain was obvious.
"Aisun?"
Xia Yibing immediately let go of her, but then, as if afraid of losing her, he retracted his arms and held her in a more careful and gentle manner.
"How does it feel? Is it uncomfortable?"
"It's not particularly painful..."
Hitzfeld pushed her hand away, "You seem a little too nervous."
She was a little unaccustomed to the woman's enthusiasm.
Of course, the relationship between the two has long entered the white-hot stage, which has broken through the "passionate love layer" and reached the point where both parties feel that the other's existence is commonplace.
So it is indeed rare that Xia hugs me like this, as if he is hugging some rare treasure, and as if he treats me as the only salvation in his nightmare.
But wasn't she no longer troubled by nightmares?
It was really serious before, even serious enough to become a mental illness that could lead to corruption. But as she said, ever since she met me, ever since she chose me, she has never cried in her dreams again.
but now……
Hitzfeld looked down at the pillow on his right and vaguely caught some wet marks where the woman had just leaned.
she cried?
Why……
Considering the way she held me, was it because she was having a nightmare again?
Hitzfeld's thoughts were still not very clear. She probably made such an inference that Xia Yibing might really need her comfort at this time.
"You're not afraid of something, are you?"
Forcing a smile, Hitzfeld knelt on the bed, pretending to be mature, and reached out to hold the woman in his arms.
"You're so insecure... How about letting me hold you like this next time we go to bed?"
Hitzfeld thought that such consolation would be enough, and even if it wasn't enough, Xia should be amused by her sense of humor and at least look happier.
But she soon felt a wet touch on her chest.
When I opened the door, I saw Xia Yibing didn't say a word, only tears kept flowing.
Half an hour later, they got up, washed and dressed.
Hitzfeld sat at the dining table feeling uneasy. She felt that everything she had encountered since waking up was strange.
First of all, my head...
I always feel that my thoughts are running very slowly, as if someone has hit me with a club... Not only can I not remember what happened before I went to sleep last night, I can't even remember what I did in the past few days.
I'm not losing my memory, am I?
But I also clearly remember Alfred's death... and how I gained Alwin's trust and planned and deployed that operation as Count Xiyang, thwarting the conspiracies of Barish, Dodge, Boca Chamber of Commerce, and the Light of Savior one by one.
There is also Xia’s anomaly.
Hitzfeld clearly remembered that unless the battle in bed was so intense that he could not wake up at all, she would get up to prepare food for the woman.
Judging from Xia's appearance, she didn't have any last night either...
But when I was about to prepare food, she pushed me out, as if she were treating me like a child. I really suspected that she was afraid that I would be killed by the stove.
Finally... I always feel like someone is spying on me.
Looking around, Hitzfeld saw a little crow on top of the closet.
This crow is quite special. Its feathers are black and shiny, and the edges reflect a dark red luster. It doesn't look like a living thing, but rather like some kind of crystal handicraft that is red to black.
is it you?
After tilting his head to look at the crow for a long time, Hitzfeld gave it a smile.
After breakfast, Hitzfeld clearly noticed that Xia Yibing became nervous in every aspect.
