Nightmare Light

Chapter 18 A brief introduction to fists and kicks

Lin Wang's voice rang out in the quiet library.

"If we view the fight against the Blood Cultists as a game of strategy, it becomes easy to understand. The core of all strategies is the same: the winners control the losers."

"We must disrupt the Blood Cultists' rhythm and make them be led by the nose by us."

Lin Wang looked at Tian Taozi and Qin Lao and said slowly, "So, we need to make the Blood Cultists think that the Public Security Bureau is going to destroy their plan by blowing up the building."

This is Lin Wang’s idea.

Tian Taozi asked again: "What if the villain doesn't buy into our tricks and continues to follow his own pace?"

Lin Wang did not answer, but turned his head to look at Mr. Qin.

The old man understood Lin Wang's meaning and was silent for several seconds. Then he slowly stood up with the help of the table. His eyes slowly swept across the building in front of him, across every row of bookshelves and every divided reading area.

Finally, his gaze rested on Lin Wang and Tian Taozi's faces, and he smiled freely.

"Those who have read history books can always understand many things. Dynasties as great as the Three Emperors will end, races will disappear, cities will be destroyed, and even the legends of the gods... will become strange stories, lost in the records, and forgotten in the long course of history."

He said, pointing to the library in front of him: "It's just a building."

"As long as knowledge is preserved, even the most beautiful buildings are just... 'pretty book covers'."

Hearing the old man's words, Lin Wang was somewhat moved. He nodded to the respectable old man and said, "I will do my best."

"I will go and convince the principal to agree to this plan."

Lin Wang and Tian Taozi nodded. Tian Taozi hesitated again: "But, what if the principal doesn't agree..."

"Don't worry. The fact that he can be the president of a federal university shows that he is also a smart person who can be hung in the corridor. He will understand." The old man replied.

"I mean, just in case..."

"What you said makes sense..." Old Qin pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "If that's the case, then..."

"Ok?"

"That old man knows a little bit of boxing and kicking."

"?"

Lin Wang's face trembled, but he finally got a definite answer from Old Qin. He felt a little relieved and looked at Tian Taozi again.

The tall girl patted her chest and said, "Don't worry! Our boss Jiang will definitely agree!"

Without waiting for Lin Wang to ask, she raised her finger and shook it loudly: "Don't look at our boss's poker face, but deep down..."

"Hmm?" Lin Wang asked curiously.

"Let's put it this way, it's a good thing she went to the Sheriff's Office, otherwise these Blood Cultists wouldn't have gone crazy."

"You think that's not good for your boss, right?"

"Well, she said that herself in the beginning." Tian Taozi put one hand on her waist and continued to lead the group. "She's crazy at heart. You'll know later."

Lin Wang's face trembled, and he turned his head stiffly: "...Let's get started."

……

Their action began.

About ten minutes later, in front of the large comprehensive building with a very unique appearance that resembles a black rock, teachers can be seen walking hurriedly into the building and into various classrooms from time to time.

Then, two or three, or three or four students would follow the teacher out of the classroom.

This is usually accompanied by reasons like "something happened in class" or "I'm helping the teacher move things."

Occasionally, students would enter various classrooms and call away classmates they were familiar with for various reasons.

This kind of scene was so normal in school that it didn't attract anyone's attention.

As time went by, the flow of people in the huge complex gradually thinned out.

On days when there are students in class, such a quiet and sparse atmosphere is actually very abnormal.

But most people's vision can only focus on a narrow range in front of them, so most of the time, when people find that there are fewer people around them, they will just think that "there are fewer people in this classroom."

This situation lasted for a full hour or two, until the total number of people in the building dropped to an abnormal level. Some uninvited guests disguised as "school workers" and "students" began to realize that the atmosphere in the building was a little off.

"Why are there so few people?" A thin woman dressed as a cleaner frowned slowly, reached under the cleaner and took out a black bag.

"This classroom...there are no classes for the entire morning?" A man dressed in a sports jacket and student clothes looked at the empty classroom, stood up uneasily, and grabbed the zipper of his backpack with one hand.

He walked out of the classroom and ran into the next classroom, where he happened to see the female cleaner running towards him hurriedly with a black bag.

When their eyes met, their expressions became serious at the same time.

"Is there no one in the classroom?" "The corridor is empty!"

The two men's hands moved at the same time. The man dressed as a schoolboy opened his schoolbag and pulled out a thick book with a red cover. The moment the red book was taken out, it began to tremble restlessly, and the cover opened and closed wildly, as if it was trying to gnaw on something.

The woman dressed as a cleaner next to her also reached into the black bag. The bag squirmed and a gurgling sound came out of it.

The two men walked towards the staircase exit with serious expressions. Their footsteps were clearly audible in the quiet corridor.

Just as they approached the stairs, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from the stairs!

The two looked at each other and nodded. The boy quickly hid in the corner, holding up the red book in his hand.

He took a deep breath, his expression gradually became ferocious, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

The female cleaner also hid behind the cleaning cart, staring at the corridor exit through the gap. The black bag was moving more and more frantically.

Footsteps were approaching.

Just when the dense footsteps were only two or three meters away from the corridor entrance, the two men suddenly stood up and were about to attack, but they saw three or four boys running down from upstairs, holding books and basketballs, laughing.

It's a student, it was just a false alarm...

The two men breathed a sigh of relief and put down their things. At that moment, the students suddenly turned around, and the books in their hands exploded into thousands of talismans. The basketballs turned into colorful wooden figures and rushed towards the two men amid a burst of strange noises.

"The Public Security Bureau is arresting people!"

The two Blood Cultists were caught off guard and were subdued and fell to the ground in an instant.

The bag in the female cleaner's hand was snatched away and sealed. She looked crazy and ferocious, and wanted to scream, but someone roughly stuffed a rag into her mouth - taken from the cleaning cart next to her.

But out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man dressed as a sports student lying on the ground and winking at her.

She was stunned and looked at her companion's hand, only to find that the thick red book had disappeared at some point.

The female cleaner suddenly became quiet.

With a click, she and her companion were handcuffed.

A young sheriff lifted her up and smiled at his companions: "These crazy people... all thanks to Tian Tou'er and that northerner."

His companion glared at him: "Why are you talking so much? Get to work!"

"Hey, these lunatics have been caught, why be so cautious?" The young sheriff said nonchalantly, waving his hand downstairs: "Action!"

Amid the sound of footsteps, more than a dozen blasting technicians rushed into the corridor and began to place bombs in various locations throughout the building. Those black bombs were obviously incredibly powerful.

The two subdued Blood Cultists showed expressions of surprise and doubt after seeing the bombs. The female cleaner turned her head and glanced at the gym student.

After seeing the athlete nod slightly, she felt a little relieved and lowered her head again.

……

Such scenes are happening on every floor and in every corner of the large complex.

At the same time, three groups of sheriffs raided three residential areas in Tangsheng City.

After fierce fighting, collisions, gunfire and explosions.

The thin female sheriff with dark circles under her eyes walked out of the smoke and dust and looked at the scene of the battle in front of her.

Next to the seriously injured Blood Cultist, an unfinished magic circle was clearly visible.

The Blood Cultist on the ground groaned in pain. He was seriously injured and on the verge of death, with several shocking wounds on his body, and he was burned and bleeding.

"Fresh... ahem... blood will bless all things!"

The blood cultist turned around with difficulty, raised one hand, and crawled towards the center of the formation on his elbows. He suddenly stabbed his wound with one hand, stained his hand with blood, and then stretched out his bloody hand tremblingly, wanting to use his own blood to complete the unfinished formation.

"Cough... cough cough... gulp..." His whole body was shaking violently. While twisting to draw the lines of the magic circle, he turned his head in a certain direction.

Jiang Shanjun understood.

This blood cultist wanted to die in the middle of the magic circle and serve as a sacrifice.

These guys...are crazy enough...

She was not a person who could live with herself peacefully at heart, but seeing how crazy these guys were, she still felt a chill in her heart.

For no reason, she suddenly thought of Lin Wang, the northerner who helped the Public Security Bureau analyze the entire case and also provided advice.

That young Northman, those deep, unfathomable eyes...

“Thanks to that guy…”

She took a breath, drove the random thoughts out of her mind, drew her gun, and stepped on the blood cultist's hand.

The latter uttered a hoarse scream of pain: "Ah! Blood, blood will punish you!"

Jiang Shanjun leaned over expressionlessly and put the gun sideways into the man's mouth: "I'll wait for him to come."

boom!
Jiang Shanjun stood up and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face: "Clean up the scene."

Beside her, a middle-aged sheriff said in a complicated tone, "That northerner actually got it right..."

Jiang Shanjun spoke in a low voice, not knowing whether he was speaking to the sheriff next to him or to himself: "Logically speaking, whether based on regulations or experience, we shouldn't listen to Lin Wang, but..."

She paused for a moment, and her mind involuntarily replayed the unspeakable fear and awe in her heart when she first saw Lin Wang.

At that time, the tall young man just sat quietly in the interrogation room, looking at her gently and politely, answering questions and analyzing the case...

Other than that nothing was done.

Why am I so afraid of him...awe of him...

What’s even stranger is why I’m so afraid of him and yet still trust his choice?

Could it be that... I'm afraid of him, but I also trust him?!
Jiang Shanjun's pupils shrank, and a strange thought emerged in his mind.

She shook her head vigorously, driving away the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and said to her companion beside her, "But Lin Wang's analysis is beneficial to our investigation—rules and conservative experience are of no help to us, but truth is."

The middle-aged sheriff nodded with some emotion. Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone suddenly rang rapidly. He picked up the phone and listened to a few words, then his face changed.

The middle-aged sheriff hung up the phone and turned to look at Jiang Shanjun with a serious expression.

Jiang Shanjun asked, "What's wrong?"

"Taozi led the group into the large complex, and things went smoothly at first."

She waved her hand, interrupting the middle-aged man: "Skip the unimportant parts and start directly from the but."

"However, when our people started to plant the bomb, many Blood Cultists rushed out of the building and tried to disrupt our operation."

Having said that, the middle-aged man paused and said:
"A huge amount."

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