“Some younger sisters like to confide in their older brothers.”
It took a while for An Xiaoyi to come up with that statement.
He shouldn’t care about a woman’s performance on the first few dates.
Wasn’t it better if a woman performed worse? That way, he would have a reason to refuse and take the initiative.
He should be happy about this.
“Is that so?” He Xiaoxin was deep in thought.
“In the corner, quiet!” Professor Eve whispered.
She was wrapped in bandages, like half a mummy, looking out of place.
Both walked out of the corner with nonchalant expressions.
From the beginning of the observation until now, only the two of them had been talking.
The ordinary professors were too nervous to speak, and the executive professors looked serious.
“The principal is absent, so I’ll be in charge of organizing this specimen observation,” the Head of Research Department glanced at Eve.
“I’m sure you’ve all read the reports from the team responsible for last night’s operation, including Professor Eve and others.”
Everyone looked at An Xiaoyi at the back.
In the report, no one concealed that it was this history professor, who had only been here for a month, who had dealt a heavy blow to the blood race using that anti-material sniper rifle.
Thunderous applause erupted in the laboratory.
An Xiaoyi also clapped along.
At this moment, he couldn’t feel awkward, nor could he feel too proud.
He had to learn to integrate into this elite group, so he absolutely couldn’t be timid.
After the applause ended, he said: “It’s the leadership of Professor Eve, and the credit of all participants in the operation.”
“As a newcomer with no experience in dealing with blood races, your two performances were quite insane!” a professor praised.
“Excellent, ultimate sharpshooter!” The old professor in front of him beamed.
“Steady, reserved, young.” The female professor nodded.
An Xiaoyi didn’t know what they were so happy about.
The report also didn’t hide that his shot failed to kill the blood race.
“But according to the report’s description, Professor An’s bullet couldn’t completely finish him off, even though it shattered his heart,” an executive professor from the Operations Department was puzzled.
This was also the main purpose of observing the corpse, to find out the reason why this blood race’s life was abnormally tenacious.
Professor Eve took the tablet handed to her by her assistant, and with a light touch, the scene from last night was projected above the hall.
It was a series of clear photos and a two-minute video filmed on site.
In the report, an inexplicable event occurred during last night’s operation.
Just as the Enforcement Bureau’s support helicopter was on its way, Professor Eve was already on the verge of death, and the students and executive officers were anxiously trying to rescue her.
Finally, their memories all stopped at that scene.
When they came to their senses, the blood race was already lying on the ground, reduced to a mummified corpse.
No one knew what happened, only Eve’s phone fell out of her pocket during the struggle.
The video came from that phone.
“As everyone knows, for every mission, the academy provides professors with a communication phone used for surveillance, which can remotely access the front and rear cameras, precisely for situations like this.”
An Xiaoyi’s eyes darted around, feeling worried, and saw a faint smile on He Xiaoxin’s lips.
Professor Eve looked up at the screen, “I think everyone should watch this video.”
“If there’s a video, why wasn’t it mentioned in the report?” the executive professor from the Operations Department demanded.
Professor Eve ignored him and looked at the assistant, “Play it.”
The video had already started playing, and many strict and rigid professors had no choice but to watch the video first.
Even in this school, procedures were rules, but now was not the time to investigate.
At the beginning of the video, Eve was being pressed against the car door, her head repeatedly slammed by a man.
The back of Eve’s head was bloody and bruised, and the car door was completely bent.
The professors were horrified, and Eve couldn’t help but touch her still painful scalp.
Just then, everyone in the frame visibly fell into a daze.
The man let go of Eve and stood there blankly.
Eve lay on the ground as if she died with her eyes open.
This bizarre scene lasted for a full two minutes until the man’s body gradually shriveled.
That was the entire video.
Everyone was astonished, exchanging whispers.
Last night, a total of 78 reports came in, and every single one mentioned experiencing a hallucination.
What was unexpected was that everyone’s description of the hallucination was identical.
Even novice students and seasoned executive officers reported finding themselves in a dilapidated manor.
In the manor’s courtyard sat a very young boy, dressed in pajamas with a moonlit, silvery-white trim.
He appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen.
For a boy, his hair was a bit long, and his face was blurred.
Silence—that was the students’ first impression in their reports.
The executive officers, however, described the boy as waiting for someone, but not them.
Such descriptions were bewildering, leaving the professors scratching their heads.
Their only conclusion was that the boy had orchestrated a large-scale hallucination, and within this illusion, he had killed a Count-level blood race.
A meticulous professor noticed a detail and furrowed their brow, “Rewind the video to forty seconds!”
The video rewound.
At the forty-second mark, both Eve and the man simultaneously froze.
“Amplify the sound!” The professor turned to the Head of Research Department, “May we use your speakers?”
The lab filled with the sound of labored, dying breaths from the Eve in the video, and the low growl from the blood race’s throat.
From a very far distance, a faint, dreamlike chanting could be heard.
Upon hearing this sound, the professors paused slightly.
It was a very ethereal voice, a male and female overlapping.
It was hard to tell if it was two people or one singing; it was too strange to describe in words the eerie presence within the solemnity.
The video continued, minute by minute, this strange, ethereal chanting persisting until the end.
Suddenly, He Xiaoxin stepped forward.
“Pause!”
An Xiaoyi gave her an odd look.
The assistant playing the video didn’t hesitate; the video paused just as the blood race was about to die.
In the frame, a blurred, mirage-like shadow stood behind the blood race.
The lab hall fell silent.
Everyone stared intently at the blurry outline on the screen.
“You can’t see it clearly at all,” an old professor shook their head.
“Is it really another blood race? What kind of blood race would step in to save and attack its own kind?” This touched upon a blind spot in the younger professors’ knowledge.
“Even drink the blood of its own kind?”
Another professor, too old to stand and confined to a wheelchair, looked up, seemingly about to speak.
All the professors remained calm; in terms of blood race knowledge, they felt inferior to the older generation of professors.
“Perhaps…”
The old man opened his cloudy eyes and slowly said, “It wasn’t out of kindness; it was purely for appetite.”
“Appetite? There was clearly so much human blood on the ground.”
“A Prince-level blood race,” the old man offered only this answer.
The laboratory fell silent again.
This was a first-generation monster only existing in history, rumored to be immortal.
Although they had long known the prophecy of a Prince’s resurgence, hearing it again weighed heavily on their hearts.
“But not necessarily,” the old man added.
“In ancient texts and circulated stories, Prince-level blood races often prefer the blood of their own kind,” Eve mused.
“And there’s another group that consumes the blood of their own kind: the Old Blood Race.”
“Completely separate from the blood race, a unique existence. But wasn’t the last Old Blood Race family in the world slaughtered by the blood race?” This was the younger professors’ understanding.
The scattered descendants of the Old Families were also hunted down by the blood race until none were left.
To humans, it was merely an internal struggle among the blood race.
The Old Blood Race also only existed in history, just as the name “Old Blood Race” suggested—it was a thing of the past.
“I’m not sure if there are still any Old Blood Races, but regardless, the person who appeared last night was a blood race, and also our enemy,” the executive professor from the Operations Department stood at the front, turning to survey the group.
“But before that, we need to worry about the Prince-level factor. We still don’t understand the power that appeared in the video, and it might be related to a Prince, so I hope…”
He paused, looking towards the back, frowning.
“Professor An Xiaoyi? Where is Professor An?”
“I’m here,” An Xiaoyi raised his hand from the front row.
“How did you get here?”
“To observe the blood race remains up close. As a professor of blood race knowledge and history, I believe it’s necessary to enrich my knowledge. Learning has no limits.”
“Very good, then, as a professor related to blood race knowledge.” The combat professor offered an approving smile.
“This matter is entrusted to you: investigate the power that appeared in the video.” Then he looked at He Xiaoxin, “Manager He, I also ask for your help.”
The professors left one after another.
An Xiaoyi sighed a little as he followed, not because he was assigned work—professorial work was never easy to begin with—but because he would have to investigate the power alongside He Xiaoxin.