In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 2 The Woman Who Tears Her Chest

As soon as Ryan got out of the car at the gate of Bartlett University, a commissioner in black uniform stepped forward and took out a box.

He opened Ryan's eyelids and forced a pair of contact lenses on him.

"I waited to confirm the wraith about 3 hours ago."

"When the 99.95 teachers and students in Bartlett were guided to evacuate to more than [-]%, judging from the unfavorable situation at the scene, Bartlett University was blocked."

"All irrelevant personnel within a radius of 500 meters have been cleared."

"The remaining trapped people are concentrated in the auditorium of Bartlett University."

The above is an overview of Bartlett University.

"Next, the woman who tore her chest."

Ryan rubbed his eyes and stared at the photos in the data book, feeling very surprised.

There are not many photos, and the content is very similar to the same "thing", but the shooting angle is different.

"A statue?"

It was a statue, as if it came from the hands of a famous artist. The sculpture was obviously full of ingenuity, and the overall color was black and gray. Its huge, distorted figure looked like a corpse that had been tortured to death.

The image of the sculpture is the upper body of a beautiful woman. The part below her waist and abdomen no longer exists. It is located in front of the gate of an auditorium. It seems to be placed on the ground like the upper part of a corpse that has been cut in half, showing a sense of artistic treachery. .

And in it, there is still a suffocating incomplete beauty.

Her pair of hands as huge as the trunk of a banyan tree, like opening a huge book page, tore open her chest fiercely, exposing the hollowness, darkness, and thick blood!
"When we found it in Bartlett, more than ten civilians had been twisted into meat balls and stuffed into its chest."

"We don't know what's in its chest."

"Perhaps, only by being swallowed by it with equipment can we find out."

Outside the Bartlett campus, a logistics specialist in a black trench coat explained the situation to Bianca.

"It is worth mentioning that, like all wraiths, it is difficult for the naked eye to catch. Therefore, in the eyes of some witnesses, the people around them were twisted into meat balls without warning, and then disappeared."

The commissioner spread his hands.

"Impressive picture."

Bianca shook her head.

Ryan flicked the photo in his hand.

He had the impression that the contact lenses worn by the black-clothed commissioner just now were alchemy props developed by the research department.

As long as you wear it, you can recognize the existence of evil spirits with your naked eyes.

And if you want to record evil spirits, you can only take pictures of the air with a normal digital camera.

These photos were taken with an old-fashioned camera that recorded the execution scene of the death row inmates.

After long-term contact with death row inmates who were injected, shot, and electrocuted, these cameras are somewhat contaminated with the smell of rotting corpses.

Ryan turned his head and looked into the distance inside Bartlett University. Although he couldn't see the woman who tore the chest apart, the stench of the resentful spirit seemed to pass through the space and penetrate into his breath.

"The woman who tore her chest stopped at the door of the auditorium, why?"

Ryan asked.

"Bartlett University rebuilt on site of a war-destroyed church."

The logistics commissioner explained: "Coincidentally, the statue of the Madonna in the church has been preserved as a cultural relic, and Bartlett University has kept the statue of the Madonna in the underground of the auditorium."

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Ryan looked at Bianca and nodded at her.

Bianca raised her watch, pointed at the mechanical watch on her wrist, and said in an extremely cold tone: "Commissioner: Bianca Rosvia, is in the process of mission recording."

"Drip!"

The mechanical watch beeps.

"The alchemy matrix will start at 21:23, and the curtain will unfold."

"Number of people entering the matrix: 1."

Ryan looked at everything in front of him calmly.

After speaking, Bianca spoke solemnly.

"Rookie, the time is now 21:18. You have 5 minutes to adjust your weapons and equipment. After 5 minutes, the alchemy matrix will open."

"Since the matrix was opened, your apprenticeship mission has officially begun."

Bianca supported her with one hand, her golden wavy hair was dancing in the howling wind of the night.

Her delicate face was dignified, and then she took out a watch from the pocket of her black coat and handed it to Ryan.

"Your every move will be recorded by a high-altitude drone, and the academic department of the Holy Church can observe your performance through real-time images."

Lane took the watch and looked up, he heard the buzzing in the air.

"Once the development of the incident exceeds your expectations, press the help button on the watch, and I will go to you through the alchemy matrix."

"Please note: this may not necessarily be considered a failure."

Ryan frowned, listening attentively.

"Even though our Alchemy Temple is already the most authoritative organization in the world for research on evil spirits, demons, and even various abnormal creatures."

"But it's inevitable that there will be surprises."

"If the strength of the evil spirit exceeds what you can handle, failure is a matter of course, and this will not affect your score evaluation."

Bianca's expression became more and more serious.

"Essentially, this probation task is to assess the trainee's on-the-spot reaction and whether they have the ability to properly handle dangerous situations."

"Killing is not your number one priority."

"It's about saving people."

"However, if the situation gets out of control due to your misjudgment, mistakes, etc., and you ask me for help at that time, your apprentice task score will be a bit worrying."

"Of course, if things get worse."

"Because of your mistake, innocent people died."

Bianca didn't go on.

But Ryan already knew it in his heart.

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The missionary mission before the mission ended hastily.

Ryan buckled his watch, put the knife behind his back, put the pistol in the holster on his waist, and he was ready to go.

Before leaving, the logistics specialist wrapped in a black windbreaker stroked his chest with one hand and bowed to Ryan.

Like a soldier sent off to the battlefield.

"Chong!"

A crisp mechanical clang roared.

"!"

Lane crossed the cordon and started running.

He followed the sound back.

He saw that the gate of Bartlett University was bound tightly by two bright yellow "light strips" that looked like flowing fire. The soft, water-like flowing fire seemed to be interfered by a mysterious force, and a mysterious alchemy circle was outlined above the cordon.

It looked like a neon sign in the middle of the night.

But what's different is that the magic circle doesn't have any support, it's just suspended in mid-air, as agile and fresh as a jade belt.

The night was dark.

The orange magic circle is like a chain, shining brightly to illuminate the surrounding scene, and a few touches of black and gray gloom are slowly approaching from the distant sky, like wraiths that are beginning to erode the sky.

The wind gets colder after the sun goes down.

The woman who tore her chest was not restricted by the sun, and her eyes slowly opened.

Coldness and terror gathered in front of the auditorium of Bartlett College.

"Kakkaka!"

The huge body of the woman is twisting and deforming.

As long as you look at her, every time you blink, the expression on her face changes, it seems to be angry, it seems to be sad, but as time goes by, this face is full of terrible hatred and curses.

"laugh--"

She tore open the slit in her chest.

It was as if the magic sound from the depths of hell was released through the opened crack.

It was a weird voice of unknown gender and species with a treacherous tone.

The force that restrained her was almost inaudible.

She can—go on to dinner.

"laugh!"

The big hand tore open the chest fiercely, the darkness of the wound was like a throat, trying to swallow everything up.

"—"

Suddenly, with the peeling of gravel from the statue.

The woman who tore open her chest suddenly turned her head, the expression on her face turned into a deep shock and anger.

(End of this chapter)