85: Chapter 85 Is this also part of your family's ordinary background?
Outside Linhai No. 2 High School.
That black paper crane flew slowly along the perimeter wall.
It was not fast.
It could even be called leisurely.
A gust of wind blew by, and it tilted gently in the breeze, avoiding the surveillance camera at the school gate, then grazed past the greenery belt.
The Investigation Bureau agents stationed outside the school discovered the anomaly immediately.
"Target appeared."
"Form matches, black paper crane."
"Approaching the east wall of Linhai No. 2 High School."
Inside the temporary command vehicle, the screen lit up with red frames.
Three investigators stood up simultaneously.
The team leader was a short-haired woman, codenamed Dark Blade, a B-level Awakened of the Mental type.
She stared at the screen, her voice cold.
"Do not let it enter the school."
"This is an order."
The next second.
Three disguised posts outside the school acted simultaneously.
A pancake stall owner lifted the iron plate.
Under the iron plate was not a gas tank, but a small Psionic Jammer.
A "late student" carrying a backpack raised a hand to press their earpiece, and an array pattern lit up under their feet.
There were also two people wearing municipal vests blocking the paper crane's flight path from the left and right.
Hum—
A pale blue light barrier rose from the ground.
The paper crane crashed into it.
No explosion.
No flash of fire.
It was like a drop of ink falling into clear water.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the blue light barrier.
Then the paper crane passed through.
Dark Blade's pupils constricted.
"Mental barrier ineffective?"
The technician beside her broke into a sweat.
"It's not ineffective."
"It is because it was not classified as a spiritual entity."
Dark Blade frowned.
"Psionic Net."
At the edge of the playground, two investigators raised their hands simultaneously.
Over a dozen silver threads wove into a net, covering the paper crane.
This Psionic Capture Net was specifically used to catch possession-type Strange Tales.
The stronger the Psionic power, the tighter the binding.
The paper crane paused.
Then it slipped through the middle of the mesh.
Its posture was like passing through security.
Dark Blade's expression changed.
"It has no physical form?"
The technician's voice was dry.
"The capture net feedback is empty."
"But the surveillance can see it."
"The Psionic radar can also mark it."
Dark Blade was silent for half a second.
"Rule-type marker."
Once these five words were spoken, the atmosphere inside the vehicle changed.
Rule-type.
The most troublesome kind.
You can see it.
That doesn't mean you can touch it.
You can touch it.
That doesn't mean you can stop it.
A look of humiliation appeared on Dark Blade's face, and she picked up the communicator.
"Requesting assistance from the Sanctuary."
...
On the roof of the Linhai No. 2 High School teaching building.
Arbiter Qin Feng and Arbiter Lei Zhen had already arrived.
The two were wearing ordinary maintenance worker uniforms.
Arbiter Qin Feng was also holding a wrench.
Arbiter Lei Zhen carried a roll of cable on his shoulder.
If not for the uncontrollable A-level aura on them, they would really look like maintenance workers hired by the school to fix the air conditioning.
Arbiter Lei Zhen looked at the paper crane floating in from the wall, his face sinking.
"The Investigation Bureau is truly useless."
Arbiter Qin Feng glanced at him.
"You were also quite useless yesterday when you were scared off by a single sentence from Su Yun."
Arbiter Lei Zhen's mouth twitched.
"Can those be compared?"
"That is the Saint."
Arbiter Qin Feng did not correct him.
In any case, it was now the default consensus within the Sanctuary that even if Su Yun was not the Saint, he had to be protected according to the Saint's protocol.
Better to over-protect ten thousand times than to miss a single chance to suck up.
The paper crane had crossed the flower bed and was flying toward the teaching building.
Arbiter Qin Feng raised a hand.
"Sanctuary Lock."
The Talismanic Incantation transformed into twelve golden chains, wrapping around the paper crane in mid-air.
The chains sealed off all directions—up, down, left, and right.
The paper crane did not dodge.
It gently folded its wings.
The golden chains passed right through it.
Arbiter Lei Zhen's eyes narrowed.
"Intangible?"
Arbiter Qin Feng shook his head.
"No."
He raised his hand and grabbed.
The golden chains retracted.
The end of the chains was stained with a wisp of black mist.
The black mist wriggled gently in the sunlight, like a living thing.
Arbiter Qin Feng's expression turned ugly.
"It has a physical form."
"But its physical form is not here."
Arbiter Lei Zhen understood.
"A projection?"
"More troublesome than a projection," Arbiter Qin Feng said, "It's like a shadow."
Arbiter Lei Zhen snorted.
"Shadows are also afraid of thunder."
He took a step forward.
A low rumble of thunder exploded in the air.
Several fine cracks appeared on the roof tiles.
Arbiter Lei Zhen raised his hand, and the lightning in his palm gathered into a short spear.
"Evil-Breaking Thunder Spear."
The Thunder Spear was thrown.
White light tore through the air, accurately hitting the paper crane.
Boom!
A muffled sound.
The paper crane was swallowed by the lightning.
Students downstairs looked up one after another.
"Did it thunder?"
"Didn't the weather forecast say it would only rain in the afternoon?"
"Why do you care about the weather forecast? Its math is probably not even as good as Li Hao's."
In the classroom, Li Hao sneezed for no reason.
On the roof.
The lightning dissipated.
The paper crane was still in place.
Only the edge of its wings was slightly charred.
Then, that charred spot recovered.
A look of shock appeared on Arbiter Lei Zhen's face for the first time.
"This spear of mine could even shatter the core of an A-level Anomalies."
Arbiter Qin Feng stared at the paper crane.
"It is not here to fight."
"It is here to deliver a letter."
Arbiter Lei Zhen gritted his teeth.
"To whom?"
Both looked toward the direction of Senior Year Class 2.
There.
The curtains were blown by the wind.
By the window, a young man was looking down, flipping through a book.
Arbiter Qin Feng and Arbiter Lei Zhen tensed up simultaneously.
Not good.
Its target is Su Yun!
Arbiter Lei Zhen pulled out the short blade at his waist.
"We cannot let it go in."
Arbiter Qin Feng raised a hand to press his earpiece.
"Sanctuary Arbiter team, intercept it!"
Around the school, five Sanctuary Arbiters appeared simultaneously.
Golden array patterns lit up under their feet.
Holy Light wove into a wall, blocking the outside of the teaching building.
The paper crane flew to the Holy Light wall.
It paused for a moment.
It seemed to be thinking.
Then it bypassed the wall from the shadows beside it.
The five Sanctuary Arbiters: "..."
Arbiter Lei Zhen's eyelids twitched wildly.
"It even knows how to bypass?"
Arbiter Qin Feng's voice was deep.
"It's not that it knows how to bypass."
"It is because it was walking in the shadows to begin with."
Arbiter Lei Zhen looked at that black paper crane and suddenly felt his scalp go numb.
This thing is not strong.
At least it hasn't shown aggression.
But its rules are extremely bizarre.
The Investigation Bureau cannot stop it.
The Sanctuary cannot lock it.
Thunder cannot shatter it.
It is like a letter that has already been sent.
The postman does not die; the letter must be delivered.
Seeing the paper crane about to get close to the window of Senior Year Class 2.
The air suddenly darkened.
It was not nightfall.
It was the shadows on the outside of the teaching building coming to life.
A pitch-black figure swept out from the end of the corridor.
She was wrapped in shadows, her hat brim pulled low, and the shadow behind her spread out like a tide.
The Watchers.
Dark Blade.
Su Qing stepped onto the wall, her body rushing horizontally out of the building.
The moment she saw the paper crane, her eyes turned cold.
"So it's you?"
She raised a hand and grabbed.
Her five fingers sank into the darkness.
The next moment.
Everyone saw an incredible scene.
That black paper crane, which no Psionic power could touch, had its wings grabbed by Su Qing.
The paper crane stopped.
Arbiter Qin Feng and Arbiter Lei Zhen on the roof were both stunned.
Arbiter Lei Zhen blurted out.
"She caught it?"
Arbiter Qin Feng's eyes were grave.
"Same source."
"Her Dark Blade ability is close to the essence of the paper crane."
Arbiter Lei Zhen was silent for a second.
"Then isn't she more useful than us?"
Arbiter Qin Feng glanced at him.
"You don't have to say that out loud."
Arbiter Lei Zhen: "..."
Su Qing grabbed the paper crane with one hand, her body hanging on the outer wall of the teaching building.
The shadow under her feet was like a hook, firmly gripping the wall.
She looked down at the paper crane in her palm.
The paper crane was very light.
So light it didn't seem real.
But it was indeed caught by her.
Su Qing narrowed her eyes.
"A marker?"
"A message?"
"Or a tracker?"
She tried to seep her shadows into it.
Black shadow threads drilled along the paper crane's wings into the creases.
The next second, Su Qing's expression changed.
She couldn't understand it.
Inside the paper crane, there was no ordinary Psionic structure.
No Strange Tales core.
And no Talismanic Incantation patterns.
Inside, there was only a patch of extremely deep black.
Deep in the darkness, there was a faint gaze.
That gaze was from very far away.
Yet it felt like it was looking at her.
Su Qing tightened her fingers.
"Playing god and acting like a ghost."
The shadows behind her boiled.
Hundreds of pitch-black blades popped out from the shadows and slashed down at the paper crane.
Click, click, click, click!
The sound of dense cutting rang out outside the building.
The wall plaster was scraped off by the shockwave.
The glass vibrated.
But the paper crane did not break.
It didn't even have an extra crease.
It gently flapped its wings in Su Qing's palm.
Su Qing's body sank.
The next moment, she was dragged forward.
"Huh?"
The shadow hooks under Su Qing's feet gripped the wall tightly.
The wall was torn with long cracks.
She gritted her teeth.
"You dare to drag me?"
The shadows surged again.
She almost turned into a storm of black blades.
But the paper crane continued forward.
The target remained unchanged.
Senior Year Class 2.
On the roof, Arbiter Lei Zhen was dumbfounded.
"This thing is dragging an A-level assassin along?"
Arbiter Qin Feng's Adam's apple moved.
"It's not running."
"It's that its route cannot be changed."
Arbiter Lei Zhen looked at Arbiter Qin Feng.
"What do you mean?"
Arbiter Qin Feng's voice lowered a few notches.
"Unless the sender dies, or the recipient receives the letter. Otherwise, it will not stop."
Arbiter Lei Zhen looked at the classroom window.
"Who is the recipient?"
Arbiter Qin Feng did not answer.
He didn't dare to say it.
And he didn't want to say it.
Because the answer was already written on everyone's faces.
Su Qing was dragged by the paper crane to the window of Senior Year Class 2.
She held the paper crane with one hand and gripped the window frame with the other.
An English class was in session in the classroom.
All the students in the class heard the commotion outside the window and turned their heads in unison.
Outside the window.
A figure wrapped in black shadows was clinging to the window.
She was holding a black paper crane in her hand.
The pose was cool.
And also very disheveled.
Li Hao blinked.
"Damn."
"Brother Yun, your jilted lover has arrived."
"Dark Blade is here to catch an affair again?"
Su Qing almost crushed the window frame on the spot.
Su Yun sat by the window and looked up.
He saw Su Qing.
And then he saw that paper crane.
The paper crane struggled gently in Su Qing's palm.
Then, it seemed to have finally reached its destination.
It slowly unfolded.
A line of distorted neon text appeared on the paper surface.
Gu Lang stood up abruptly, his face changing drastically.
"Don't look!"
But it was already too late.
The black paper crane ignited in silent fire.
In the flames, a young man's voice rang out in the classroom.
Respectful.
Fanatical.
Carrying the trembling of a pilgrim.
"Neon remnants, Tsukuyomi. Bringing five sequential ministers. Respectfully welcoming our King."
The whole classroom.
Dead silence.
Su Qing hung outside the window, her pupils contracting sharply.
Arbiter Qin Feng and Arbiter Lei Zhen stood on the roof, their bodies frozen.
The Corpse-eating Dog inside Gu Lang let out a whimper.
Li Hao turned his head slowly and looked at Su Yun.
"Brother Yun. Is this also part of your family's ordinary background?"