Know Yourself in the Dragon World

In training room No. 2, Chu Zihang brought two wooden swords.

"Take it," he said.

Han Qiu looked at the wooden sword handed over, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what Chu Zihang was going to do, "Are you trying to test me?"

"Yes." Chu Zihang nodded, "I need to have a general understanding of your strength."

"Forehead……"

"Don't worry, I will hold back. I'm just testing your fighting skills."

"Okay." Han Qiu took the wooden sword. "I'm not very good at swordsmanship. How about using my bare hands?"

"All right, I know a little bit about them."

Understand...something?

If he hadn't known the original plot line, Han Qiu would have almost believed Chu Zihang's lies.

You, Chu Zihang, are invincible in close combat at Kassel Academy.

Never mind, it’s just a matter of being abused.

It's normal to be abused by Chu Zihang.

However, things change over time. When my bloodline comes up, I will have to train my brother! Han Qiu thought to himself.

Half an hour later, Han Qiu was lying on the floor of the training room, gasping for breath.

Isn't it just a test?

Brother, you are lying!

The only difference from a normal fight is that Chu Zihang can control the strength and suddenly stop when delivering a fatal blow.

Just a gentle tap on Han Qiu's neck, or spine.

"Not bad." Chu Zihang commented lightly, then stretched out his hand, "Get up."

Han Qiu let his senior brother pull him up from the floor, "Monster, senior brother, you are definitely a monster."

Chu Zihang ignored this and began to explain the arrangement of the mission: "We will set off tomorrow, and then we will split up."

Acting separately is Chu Zihang's recognition of Han Qiu, believing that he can deal with some emergencies on his own.

In fact, Han Qiu's current fighting level is outstanding among C-level players even without the use of the Word Spirit. Even B-level players with poor fighting talent may not be able to defeat him.

It's just that facing Chu Zihang, he was powerless.

"The principal said that you have the ability to perceive things through words?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Yes, 'Blood Ties'."

"Once you find the target, notify me directly, don't try to do it yourself." Chu Zihang said.

"I understand, senior brother."

"Put your own safety first."

"Okay, senior brother."

"Go back and rest." Chu Zihang quietly cleaned up the training room.

Han Qiu walked to the door, then suddenly turned around and helped Chu Zihang pack up before leaving.

The two did not exchange a single word throughout the entire process.

Han Qiu felt that Chu Zihang was indeed a bit weird. Most of the time he had a poker face and spoke in few words.

But sometimes, I can be a bit long-winded, such as arranging the action just now.

How can one make friends with such a person?

I always feel like he treats everyone the same.

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Stockholm, Sweden.

As the capital of Sweden, there is no need to say much about the prosperity of Stockholm. It is located on the Baltic Sea and consists of fourteen islands and a peninsula.

Perhaps we would prefer to call it: Venice of the North.

In the past few months, the residents of Stockholm have been in panic and tourism revenue has hit rock bottom.

The cause of all this is a serial killer who has not been caught to this day.

His modus operandi was very strange and perverted. In every case, the victim was hung high.

The local residents would go to sleep and see corpses hanging from street lights the next day.

The legend of the murderer spread throughout the city, haunting everyone like a nightmare.

Han Qiu and Chu Zihang heard the airport staff mention this as soon as they landed.

Out of concern for tourists, airport staff kindly reminded them: Try not to go out at night and lock the doors and windows.

"Why does it feel like the whole world has the same way of dealing with danger?" Han Qiu said as he walked out of the airport and looked at the blue sky.

"This is all that ordinary people can do." Chu Zihang said, "Let's find a hotel first and put our things away."

"Are we just wandering around like headless flies?" Han Qiu asked.

"I drew a map of where the crime took place, as well as the characteristics and commonalities of the deceased, and I will discuss it when I get to the hotel."

"Brother, you are so professional."

The two talked about the case as they walked.

Han Qiu found that he could only talk about this with Chu Zihang. He seemed to have no interest in anything else.

"The murderer's modus operandi was very special. All the victims actually drowned," said Chu Zihang.

"Drowned? Wasn't he hanged?"

"Didn't you read the mission file?" Chu Zihang asked.

"I didn't look carefully." Han Qiu said embarrassedly.

"The autopsy result showed that he was drowned, and hanging was the official explanation."

"So, first drown and then hang up? What kind of hobby is this?"

"I don't know. The reason why I judged it to be a hybrid is because the body did not touch the water. It is very likely that the crime was committed by the spirit of words."

He didn't touch the water, but he drowned.

A word spirit that Han Qiu possessed popped up in his mind... What a coincidence.

Chu Zihang did not blame Han Qiu for not reading the file carefully. He patiently explained the key points in the file to Han Qiu.

It also explains why some mixed-bloods have peculiar quirks.

In fact, it can be understood as a character defect caused by the sorrow of blood. Because he is not accepted by normal society, he will have some psychological desire to retaliate against society.

The murderer's love for hanging corpses high up is probably related to his life experience.

If you want to investigate, you can start with historical cases in this regard.

……

Unlike the reception for Han Qiu, this time Angers really prepared tea.

"There are still two months until you come to report to the headquarters. Why did you come here early?" Angé said to the feminine man in front of him with a smile.

"It just so happens that I have some free time these days, so I came here first," said the man.

Recalling the last report, it was when the man had just become the director of the branch’s executive bureau.

"You look much more mature." Angers pointed at the tea and said, "I can ask the vice-president to send some wine over. He has a lot of good wine collections."

"The Director of the Executive Bureau has a lot of things to deal with. So-called maturity is just shouldering more responsibilities." The man chuckled and shook his head. "No need, Principal. I have to go back tomorrow."

"That's a pity." Ange said, "We'll drink again next time we have a chance."

Angers recalled that many years ago, the man in front of him was only 19 years old and had a few drinks sitting under the skylight of his office.

It should be because he is about to leave the headquarters and feels sad.

He asked very carefully: Principal, how much can one pay for justice?

At that time, Angers realized that there were certain omissions in the academy's teachings.

From then on, I remembered this young man with clear but somewhat confused eyes.

Many years later, I saw this young man again. He had grown up and came to the college to report on the situation as the director of the branch executive bureau.

Now that we meet again, the confusion in his eyes has dissipated a little.

It is a rare thing for people to find the path they want to take.

"Principal, this is the relevant summary." The man took out several file bags from his backpack.

In the context of the information age, it always seems strange to still use this clumsy reporting method.

"Judging from your expression, there shouldn't be anything worth mentioning." Angé did not open these questions.

He doesn't need to do the relevant review himself, Norma will complete it later.

"There's really nothing worth mentioning," the man said.

"Have you been around the college? In the past two years, many outstanding talents have emerged from the college." Angé picked up the teacup and looked at the sunset outside the window.

"No, after all, I'm here on a tight schedule this time, and I'm here to report, so I dare not delay." The man also looked out the window.