Feast of villains

Not knowing how long he had been asleep, Nance felt someone shaking his shoulder.

The hazy consciousness gradually gathered. Before I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the humid air mixed with the smell of ink.

"Wake up..."

An anxious voice reached my ears.

Nance didn't want to wake up so quickly.

No one can ever think of depriving this sleep as comfortable as a squirrel hibernating...

"Search, it's dangerous..."

It seemed that someone was anxious about his delay in waking up.

In desperation, the other party reached out and grabbed his sleeve: "Wake up quickly!"

[Command start]

[Confirm the command, information is being collected...]

ah!

My head hurts.

[The current memory block is damaged...]

[Repair brain function...]

[Open database...]

[The destruction engine is not activated...]

[Guardian engine is not activated...]

[Enter adaptation mode and enable preloading function...]

【Program starts!】

In an instant, countless information flows surged in my mind, converging into a green ocean of data.

While Nance was sleeping, he felt something inside his body forcing him to get up, telling him that he had no time to sleep anymore, and then picked up a vase and hit him on the head.

hiss!

My head hurts——

Nance opened his eyes suddenly.

He was in a windowless room, the walls were covered with shiny white tiles, and there was an unfamiliar coldness in the air.

The exhaust fan hummed on the wall, confusing the light coming in from the outside, making the vision blurry.

where am i...

Nance turned his eyes doubtfully.

Standing next to him was a woman who had just withdrawn her hand.

Blonde, blue-eyed, in his early twenties, wearing a narrow skirt, white shirt, and a military cap on his head.

Judging from the appearance, she is probably a young, beautiful and powerful female officer.

There is also a woman sitting across the table.

She was wearing a black dress that clung to her beautiful body, and her blue and red eyes were staring at him intently, as if she was looking at something new that she had never seen before.

Am I dreaming?

Probably...

Nance closed his eyes.

Open it again.

There were still those two women in front of me.

He didn't know one, and he didn't know the other either.

Nance began to doubt life.

He just stayed up late and worked overtime, lying on his desk and squinting for a while. When he opened his eyes... what happened?

"Professor, be careful."

"This familiar has the ability to manipulate spirits."

It was a female officer who spoke.

What's your last name, lady?

What is the interrogation about?

Familiar...is this you?

Nance's eyes fell on the woman across the table.

She has long pink and white hair like cherry blossoms, a mature and intellectual face, a somewhat lazy and contemptuous expression, and a queenly temperament.

But that delicate face is inlaid with a pair of different eyes, red on the left and blue on the right.

At first glance, she doesn't look like a serious girl.

Maybe it's a two-spined salamander.

Just as he was thinking this in his heart, Nance's eyes drifted across a line of text.

[Preloading function activated]

Then, a simple panel appeared in front of him.

【Jimena Eveles】

【demon】

[Faction: Jealousy]

[Sequence 2: Queen's Third Level]

[Innate talents of the camp: mind control, pollution, obliteration. 】

[Individual Talent: Deduction]

[Individual skills: control, contract, annihilation black hole, causal addition]

[Information: Queen, rich woman, controller of the energy giant Eveleth Group, outstanding young entrepreneur, black gold pearl; suspected of using magic in an energy smuggling case, summoned for interrogation. 】

What kind of familiar is this?

He's obviously a devil, haha.

Nance sat on the hard iron chair, looking at the devil with different eyes opposite him, his hands and feet were cold.

The simple and somewhat barren information flooded into his mind in an instant, allowing him to roughly understand what was happening at the moment.

——Through time.

Nance Adel.

A graduate of Imperial University, he just graduated and is currently serving as the head of the ninth special crime response section in his hometown.

His parents died in a gang fight, and he grew up in a slum. He experienced too much bloodshed and violence as a child, so he yearned for fairness and justice... That's why he dared to capture the Black Gold Pearl for interrogation just a few days after becoming the principal.

How can we do this!

Nance used a stern expression to prop up his strength, but he was actually panicking inside.

Familiar are humans who mutate after being infected by magic. While the strength of the infected person is greatly enhanced, their personality becomes extremely paranoid and difficult to control.

But no matter how mutated, the familiar is still a human being, and there is still the possibility of communication.

And the devil... is not human at all!

"Professor?"

A worried voice sounded in my ears.

Nance turned his head and looked at the female officer.

There are familiars and demons in this world, as well as corresponding angels and angels, such as the one in front of you.

【Tokisaki】

【Angel of God (human)】

[Faction:Loyalty]

【Second level divine envoy】

[Faction Talent: Group Protection]

[Individual Talent: Battle Cry]

[Individual skills: physical armor, honor blessing]

[Information: Top student at Imperial University, background in a monastery; currently a capable lieutenant.]

Nance fell into thinking.

The adjutant is obviously a physical and human shield character, used in the front row to deal with damage, and his combat effectiveness is not strong. The demon is a mind control mage, which should have a certain amount of spell damage, and is of a higher level.

Can't beat it!

You have to find a way to escape.

"Section Chief, please continue the interrogation." Adjutant Tokisaki reminded him.

"Um……"

Nance put on a thoughtful look.

From the beginning, he kept a tight facial expression and did not dare to relax, for fear that the adjutant would see the flaw.

The devil who had been watching him across from him suddenly smiled, raised his wrist slightly, and tapped the table playfully: "Some changes have happened to you that interest me..."

The fingernails hit the table, click, click, click, and the clear and sweet sound is like the footsteps of the God of Death.

Return to trial?

Judge your mother!

Nance cursed directly in his heart.

On the surface, the former section chief was a top student, but in fact he was a paranoid student who studied to death, and was obsessed with fairness and justice to the point of being almost obsessive.

For example, this Miss Ximena was caught and interrogated by him as a suspect just because she appeared at the crime scene and glared at him contemptuously.

What a joke!

Nance dared to use her personality as a time traveler to guarantee that she was not a familiar.

If possible, he would like to shout loudly, "The noble and beautiful Miss Ximena cannot be a familiar", and then immediately send this untouchable demon queen out, and promise that similar misunderstandings will never happen again.

"Section Chief, please stop delaying." Adjutant Tokisaki reminded his superior conscientiously, "If we cannot interrogate clues, the situation will be very detrimental to us."

"Ah, no, my head hurts so much." Nance rubbed his head, "I seemed to have been invaded by mental pollution just now. I need to take a rest..."

In urgent need of a quiet space to digest the facts, he immediately staggered out the door without giving the adjutant a chance to react.

Adjutant Tokisaki hesitated for a moment, frowned and asked, "Do I need to ask for a priest?"

"I'll just take a nap."

Nance left the interrogation room without looking back and walked to his lounge following his memory.

The adjutant originally wanted to ask a priest to treat the section chief to prevent his mental sequelae.

But after a moment of silence, she didn't say anything.

In her eyes, this rookie section chief was a headstrong person with an extremely sensitive heart.

Even if her opinions are not adopted, he might even ridicule her by saying, "Do you think that because you were born noble, what you said must be right?"

Perhaps this is the long-suppressed inferiority complex deep inside the hearts of children in the slums. Even when they grow up, most people still find it difficult to get rid of their inner shadow.

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The corridor is empty and dimly lit.

"Find a safe place first, and then consider countermeasures..."

Nance turned right as he followed the corridor, and a sign that read "Temporary Holding Area" appeared in front of him.

The sign actually had Chinese characters... He was surprised and stepped into this area.

Boom!

Boom!

The dull sound of footsteps echoed in the empty and lonely corridor.

The air always has a strange smell that's like a mixture of old newspapers and rotten apples. When you smell it, you'll feel like you're at the bottom of an ancient abyss, suffocating.

Tick.

Drops of water came from nowhere and fell into Nance's collar, making him shiver involuntarily.

The entire space was as silent and oppressive as a ruin, and it was extremely weird.

He vaguely heard something moving.

Inside the black iron bars on both sides of the corridor, faces with different expressions emerged from the darkness, peering at him quietly with the aura of death.

Black and white pork shreds...

Loli lady and young lady...

Those who cough up blood, bang their heads against the wall; those who are hysterical and insulting, those who act coquettish and beg to be let go... There are all kinds of crazy beauties with all kinds of looks and styles here.

Nance sighed.

Deeply.

He felt that he was probably going to get cold.

The faces in front of you are not just faces, they are also the embodiment of arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust.

He closed his eyes and the devil from hell whispered in his ear.

"Welcome to the evil girl party——"