Then let the witch offer her loyalty

During his awakening, he did not use his psychic powers to commit any illegal acts. He behaved well during his time in public containment and voluntarily formed a psychic pact with a witch hunter to share his psychic powers, fulfilling all his cooperative obligations.

With the approval of higher authorities, the containment level has been lowered to "free containment".

Special containment measures

Those who need to leave the Twin Cities for any reason must report in advance.

On the 15th of each month, those in custody are required to return to the Administration Bureau for a routine report.

Containment Record

[133-01]

The room of the inmates was filled with all kinds of green plants, and each one was growing exceptionally well.

The supervisor once stumbled upon her plant observation notes, which not only recorded the growth of each plant but also included her personal reflections.

"Little Mint is full of energy, keep it up today!"

"The newly sprouted leaves of the pothos look like they are dancing; it seems very energetic."

"Two of the blue plumbago leaves have wilted. Did it have a nightmare last night?"

[133-02]

The subject of the containment is a die-hard sweets lover; her room is always filled with caramel cookies, fruit candies, and chocolates.

On one occasion, a person in custody won a game during a team-building activity. The prize was to have the kitchen customize any dish. Without hesitation, she chose a strawberry mousse cake and ate it all in one sitting.

[133-03]

As psychology students, we observed that those in custody possessed a very strong capacity for empathy, a tendency that manifested in various ways—

I can cry through several packs of tissues while watching a sad movie.

He would immediately offer someone his coat if he heard them sneeze.

Even when passing by a potted plant that has been blown over by the wind, she would squat down to straighten it and sincerely apologize: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you fell sooner."

[133-04]

Two witches in the containment area once had a heated argument over a trivial matter, and the supervisors tried to mediate to no avail.

The person being contained silently approached the two sides with two bottles of ice water and said softly, "Would you like some cold drinks first? It's hot, so I might be a bit sarcastic when I talk."

After providing each other with cold drinks and waiting for both parties to calm down, the detainees guided them to express their demands, listened attentively, and mediated, ultimately resolving the conflict between them.

This action was unanimously praised by regulators.

[133-05]

After being released from confinement, he officially became a psychotherapist, and his "Evening Primrose Psychological Counseling Center" has become one of the "employee benefits" within the Administration.

All official agents of the Administration Bureau can enjoy a 7% discount when entrusting inmates with psychological counseling.

[133-06]

The person being contained and the hunter who formed a spiritual contract with them were classmates during high school and university, forging a deep bond.

The subjects lack independent judgment on important matters and always unconditionally accept advice from the hunters.

Therefore, for any important matters concerning the person in containment, please communicate directly with their hunter.

【appendix】

Psychic Powers Explained in "The Shadow Witch"

Evening Primrose Psychological Counseling Center Directions

The Twin Cities Witches Management Bureau promises that the above containment report contains no false information, misleading statements, or material omissions, and assumes responsibility for its authenticity.

Roses in full bloom, empire forever.

Chapter 125 Illegal Psionicists

The torrential rain poured down, and dense raindrops enveloped the entire Twin Cities. The red warning lights of the cars distorted and elongated in the rain curtain, like paint sinking into water, gathering into puddles of red reflections on the ground.

Having just finished shopping, Dong Xiaobai pushed her shopping cart out of the supermarket, opened one umbrella to cover the goods she had bought, held the other umbrella for herself, and pushed the cart into the rain.

The rain came too suddenly, and many people didn't have umbrellas. The pedestrians ran around in the streets to avoid the rain, occasionally stepping into puddles, splashing water all over their trouser legs, which made them grumble and curse.

When Dong Xiaobai arrived near the parking lot, she found that a lot of pedestrians had gathered there.

It's raining heavily, but they're risking getting soaked to peek out, as if something big has happened up ahead.

What's going on? Dong Xiaobai wondered.

She went to the back of the crowd. Because she was already tall, and today she was wearing platform shoes, she could easily see over the crowd and see the scene in front of her.

In the murky rain, rows of yellow and black police tape were set up at the street corner, with raindrops constantly pattering against them.

A dozen armored vehicles stood across the intersection, their bodies gleaming heavily from the rain, the markings on their fronts blurred in the rain, leaving only their stark outlines.

Behind the cordon, there were many fully armed soldiers. They wore waterproof combat suits, carried guns, and their faces were mostly covered by helmets and waterproof goggles, with only their chins and tightly pursed lips showing. The shield-shaped rose arm patch on their arm was sometimes visible and sometimes hidden by the rain.

Dong Xiaobai was very familiar with this shield-shaped rose emblem; it was the emblem of the Witch Administration Bureau.

The gathered pedestrians were now discussing the matter animatedly.

"Oh my, so many people have been mobilized, are they catching a witch again?"

"My car is still inside! Damn it, this is so annoying, it never stops!"

"Officer, what's the situation now? Tell us about it."

The on-site supervisor from the management bureau, holding a megaphone, waved repeatedly at the crowd: "The area ahead is under lockdown. For safety reasons, please do not crowd around and leave in an orderly manner! Please cooperate with our work!"

Dong Xiaobai didn't want to stay here any longer, but suddenly, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure behind the cordon.

However, upon closer inspection, the other person had vanished, and only the drizzling rain blurred the view.

A strange feeling rose in Dong Xiaobai's heart, making her heart race with nervousness. She hurriedly took out her phone and called Chen Moxin.

The call was quickly connected, and Chen Moxin's calm voice came through the receiver: "Hello, Sister Xiaobai."

Hearing Chen Moxin speak, Dong Xiaobai felt much more at ease.

"where are you?"

"I'm writing documents in my office, what's wrong?"

"Oh... I'm at the Slim West Supermarket on Wenhui Road. This area is under lockdown by your management bureau. I think I saw someone who looks a lot like you just now."

"You must have misread it because it's raining. I'm an office worker, I don't do fieldwork. If there's a curfew, don't go out and join the crowds, it's too dangerous, go home right away."

"Okay, what do you want for dinner? I'll make it for you when I get back."

"Anything is fine, I love everything you make. I have to go now, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye, thanks for your hard work."

Dong Xiaobai hung up the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, glanced one last time at the cordon, and pushed the trolley away.

In the misty rain, right where she had just been gazing, Chen Moxin quietly peeked out from beside the armored vehicle.

Yang Jie, wearing a raincoat, stood next to him. The cigarette he had been smoking was now extinguished by the rain, so he took it off and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"family?"

"Ah."

“My wife and daughter don’t know what I do. They always thought I was just an old office worker.”

"Haha, everyone's excuses seem pretty much the same."

After a few casual words, Yang Jie's expression turned serious: "Alright, it's time to prepare for action. This time, the enemy is different from the last one; it's a real illegal psychic, an agent of the Witch Alliance."

"Intelligence personnel have been watching him for several days. He has something that is crucial to the Witch Alliance."

"The orders from above are to capture him alive if possible, or kill him if necessary, but whatever you do, do not damage his belongings."

As Yang Jie was speaking, a loud "boom" suddenly came from afar.

Something exploded hundreds of meters away. Flames burst into the rain, fragments of reinforced concrete flew everywhere, and thick black smoke billowed up. The shockwave from the explosion stirred up the surrounding rain, and even from this distance, one could faintly feel the blast of air rushing towards them.

"Holy crap! It exploded!!!"

"Run quickly——"

"Get out of the way! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

The sudden explosion caused a gasp from pedestrians outside the cordon. Many people turned and ran away in fright. Many slipped and fell into puddles during the shoving, but stumbled and got up and continued running, running around like headless flies.

Some, eager to stir up trouble, excitedly took out their phones to record videos, intending to use them as material for their future social media posts.

"Evacuate the scene!" A commander raised his hand and waved it forward. Several tactical teams immediately rushed out of the cordon, snatched the phones from those filming, pushed them back, and protected those who fell to prevent them from being trampled.

At this moment, Yang Jie's communicator also rang. After listening for a moment, he ordered Chen Moxin, "Mo Zeyuan has already engaged the target. According to the plan, split up and surround him!"

...

"Huff...huff..." In the deserted alley filled with the smoke of gunpowder, a bald man, soaking wet, was running at full speed.

He threw away the detonator, pulled out his phone, and shouted, "Damn it! The Bureau has set a trap! I'm being targeted by a witch hunter! Where are you guys? Come and get me! Hello...hello?!"

The voices that were just talking to him have disappeared at some point, and all that can be heard from the phone is the static of a signal failure.

The signal bars on the screen had dropped to zero, presumably because the management bureau had completely blocked the communication signals in this area.

"Damn it!" The bald man smashed the phone on the ground, then picked up the SIM card and memory chip, broke them off, and even put them in his mouth to chew and swallow them, ensuring that no technical means could restore them.

He had just finished dealing with his phone when something strange suddenly happened around him.

The torrential rain suddenly stopped, and the raindrops, under the influence of some invisible force, hovered motionless in the air, as if time and space had frozen in that instant.

Accompanying this bizarre scene was an unprecedented sense of oppression; the premonition of danger surged through his body like an electric current, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

The witch hunter is here!

Chapter 126 The Power of Natural Systems

Thousands of raindrops hovered under the influence of powerful psychic energy, condensing in mid-air in a manner completely defying the laws of gravity, reflecting the bald man's thousands of ashen faces from various angles.

From the top of skyscrapers to the ground near the street, they were everywhere, like thousands upon thousands of suspended warheads, cold, silent, and oppressive like a solidified wall, making it hard to breathe. It was as if even a single breath would disturb this still sea of ​​rain, causing it to collapse and fall instantly.

In the next instant, countless raindrops suspended in the air burst forth simultaneously, cascading down on the bald man with a shrill, tearing sound. Under the influence of psionic energy, they became extremely sharp, and combined with the kinetic energy of their high-speed movement, their destructive power was no less than that of bullets, as if tens of thousands of sniper positions were firing at the same time.

The bald man roared, and his original flesh and blood body transformed into some kind of dazzling crystal in a very short time.

The crystals, though not quite ice, spread across the entire body like a mineral structure, outlining the muscle lines beneath them with sharp angles, as if the body were wearing an indestructible armor.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

Amidst the dense sounds of impact, all the water needles that struck the surface of the crystal shattered, turning into splashes of water that landed on the ground.

The bald man stood firmly in place, his arms crossed in a blocking posture, looking like a living statue of a war god.

"Natural psionic energy can transform the body into a hard and highly resilient organic crystal."

A man's cold voice rang out through the rain.

A man dressed in combat gear slowly walked out of the alley. It was a rainy day, but he wasn't holding an umbrella. Yet, there wasn't a drop of rain on his face, and his clothes weren't wet at all.

If you look closely, you'll notice that when the raindrops fall on him, they subtly change direction a few centimeters from his body, as if guided by an invisible hand.

“Mo Zeyuan…” The bald man looked at the newcomer with a sinister gaze. “Heh, an old rival. I’ve heard from people in the organization that very few people can defeat you on a rainy day.”

"Since you know that, why don't you surrender?" As Mo Zeyuan finished speaking, he raised his right hand high, his palm open as if guiding the rhythm of the entire rain curtain.

Countless raindrops spiraled around Mo Zeyuan, gathering and surging like a raging torrent.

As the water flow continued to converge, the psionic power compressed and solidified the raindrops, transforming them into a giant water spear tens of meters long that rose from the ground.

Then came the second game, the third game...

Finally, Mo Zeyuan condensed nine giant water spears, which hovered in mid-air and spun rapidly around him. Their tails were still connected to the huge water vortex in the center, like a nine-headed serpent rising from a raging sea.

The next moment, a deafening sound of air being torn apart suddenly erupted, and one of the water spears ripped through the distance between them, striking the bald man with immense force.

"boom!"

The bald man, whose entire body was crystallized, weighed several tons, but the moment the water spear struck him, his heavy body was still thrown over. The water spear directly shattered the crystal wall on his body, bursting out a cloud of white mist mixed with water and crystal fragments. He flew backward for more than ten meters, and his back slammed heavily into the outer wall of a building and sank in.

"Surrender, and I guarantee the Administration will treat you humanely."