Madness ecstasy

"When I begin the ritual of sacrificing the witches in the building, those present within a certain radius must recall the love they have truly given or the love they have truly experienced. If they don't do this, they will be affected: wires will be directly generated inside the body, or some organ tissues will be replaced."

"The company has tried collecting corpses from civilian facilities and conducting sacrificial rituals in a centralized manner. If we could produce large quantities of wires in a stable manner, we might be able to replace one or two production lines. However, the logistics costs alone are too high, and the safety risks are difficult to control—"

"Those wires won't become inactive until they're within a certain range of the building witch. The benefits are too low, and the costs are too high; the building witch can't be classified as a pillar."

"I knew early on that she couldn't be used on a production line: her power came from love."

The section chief paused briefly, as if wanting to get a better look at Doudou:

"The surveillance camera was broken at the time. But, I see you're fine now."

Doudou pursed his lips twice, wanting to spit but holding back:

"I actually had a wire coming out of my mouth, but I pulled it out; it was so unhygienic."

The section chief's eyeballs moved slightly in their sockets; emotionless, like two glass marbles:

".Really? One day you'll understand what love is. Maybe it's too early now."

The conversation fell into a brief silence. The section chief seemed to have lost interest in talking and expressing himself, and said nothing.

Doudou hesitated for a long time before finally arranging his words and speaking with a worried tone:

"Although I still have something to ask, but Auntie, has anyone ever told you that you're a little crazy?"

"Isn't it time to find a way to channel that? It sounds like you're bringing all the stress from work into your life; it's a little unhealthy."

"You just merged, right? Then—you still have your super powers."

He carefully put the paper and ballpoint pen into his raincoat pocket:

"Or--or I can help you knock your head off, and you can try to grow a new one and start over. Maybe it will feel better?"

The section chief stared at Doudou, motionless. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up until a bright, warm smile spread across her face.

"Okay! Let's try--"

The last few words were drowned out by the sharp sound of the wind.

Doudou crossed the control room in the blink of an eye and stood in front of the section chief, as if he had been there from the beginning. He raised his arm and waved:

The terminal and monitor that fell to the ground were lifted up by the impact when he started it up, and then were swept against the wall by the airflow, making a ping-pong sound.

call--

The slap missed.

"Ah?! Flying? Auntie, how can you fly?"

The section chief left the solid ground: she suddenly rose diagonally backward, the hem of her shirt, made of skin and blood clots, flapping.

boom!

Doudou's eyes widened: I felt like my eyeballs were going to pop out of their sockets——

But his body did not stop at all; as the ground cracked and a cement flower bloomed, Dou Dou jumped up diagonally, following like a shadow, splitting the smoke and dust.

call.

This time, the slap still missed the target: the wind created by the slap blew up the terminals and equipment, making them fly like plastic bags; but it did not hit the section chief after all.

The moment his arm and palm were swung out and were about to hit, the section chief in mid-air moved two body positions to the side and back, avoiding the five fingers that could split gold and stone, as well as the lethal airflow brought about by them.

"so fast."

Doudou fell diagonally, praising from the bottom of his heart: This was the first time he had seen something that could move at such a speed.

But he immediately accelerated and jumped again, chasing the target that had not yet had time to fall.

-

They crashed through the basement's dome and ascended into the lobby through a cavernous void. The night deepened, the moon brightened; muddy, dim white light streamed through the stained glass windows of the building, illuminating Doudou and the section chief like two moths wriggling in their deathbed.

A homeless man, far away outside the building, witnessed the scene. His arms, rummaging through the trash, paused, and flies, too, settled on his shoulders, rubbing their hands nervously. He stared blankly for a moment as the giant, plastic-covered chandelier shattered under the force of the figure, the ceiling cracked, and glass shattered everywhere, accompanied by a resounding crash.

He shook his head, burped, turned around and continued picking out mineral water bottles with the fly: the things in this bucket were different, they were not destroyed before they were used.

-

Doudou searched for every possible landing spot, plotting the shortest route to the section chief. Concrete blocks flew through the air, and the chandelier was shattered by his Feili shoes; he drew one bright yellow line after another, crisscrossing into a web.

Even bats in the night cannot escape his pursuit—

But every time, the section chief would suddenly rise up or move sideways at the last moment to avoid Doudou's outstretched fingers.

Even in the movies at the video hall, Doudou had never seen such a nimble guy—faster than a bullet, with reflexes as fast as lightning.

boom!

Doudou flew to the bottom of the section chief: the opponent climbed vertically, avoiding Doudou's hands that could easily tear apart the steel.

This time, it was the section chief who broke through the ceiling leading to the next level—

The steel bars in the concrete were like a ripper, cutting open her chest:

The wounds on the chief's chest and abdomen closed and tightened in an instant, blood vessels darting in and out like thin threads, creating holes and completely closing the wounds—then connective tissue grew everywhere, filling the gaps in the wounds, like a millipede crawling on a person.

The shirt made of flesh, cartilage and skin also tightened, as if the section chief had never been injured.

"Eh—as expected! Some of his previous superpowers are still there! They're just a little different."

This is somewhat similar to the recovery ability seen in the [Witch in the Building] before - but it seems to follow a different approach: repair, rather than complete regeneration.

The section chief's flight path seemed to lack any trace of inertia—even though her limbs swung comically around a bend like a roller coaster:

But slowing down, stopping, turning, starting, and accelerating again...none of them happened.

Her movements omitted all these processes; it was like a ballpoint pen casually sketching on homework paper, forming the section chief's movement path. This completely contradicted Doudou's intuition and understanding of flight movement.

-

"Being able to fly around so fast is really cheating. Even I can't catch up with her. But - why can she fly?"

Time to try other tricks:

Doudou clenched his hands into fists, leaving only a small gap between his fingers; he pressed his fists together, one in front of the other, and then pressed his lips against the gap—

call!

Doudou blew suddenly; his huge chest expanded and contracted.

Squeak--

A straight line cut through the dust between the buildings, becoming a pale mark in the fleeting moonlight; it pierced the section chief's forward trajectory:

Boom!

She seemed to have hit an invisible wall and was abruptly stopped - messy, narrow lines suddenly appeared on her cheeks and arms, some even running across her entire torso, causing her shirt and trousers made of flesh and blood to swell.

There were raised bloodstains: Doudou had seen a classmate's index fingertip pinched by a door before, leaving a red mark with a black tip.

However, this sudden stop just happened to save her from having her head explode.

The airflow passed over the section chief's head - the strong wind blew the section chief's hair and broke the flying hair ends.

The air flow from the "hand-made blowgun" that Doudou made with his two hands chiseled out a tiny bullet hole in the wall: spider-web-like cracks spread out from the surrounding area.

boom!

Something exploded outside the building with a terrifying noise; broken glass fell to the ground in a hard, stinging rain.

"Auntie, did you become a fighter jet after merging?"

Doudou dug one hand into the concrete wall and climbed into the air: He didn't expect that even this attack that was difficult to capture with the naked eye could be avoided by the section chief.

If this "air bullet" hits the section chief, it will probably easily penetrate her body--

The redness and swelling on her skin surface became more severe over time, with lines, some curved and some straight, rising high; it was as if she had been slapped by a giant.

Doudou even speculated that this was caused by the wind pressure from the fast flight:

"But is it really that fast? It can't possibly turn into a fighter jet! Impossible, impossible."

The section chief craned her neck and glanced at the empty space above her head. Her gaze didn't even linger on Doudou:

"You can't hit me, Doudou—"

Boom. A loud explosion drowned out her words, and a bright yellow figure flashed beside her again:

The chase resumed.

Chapter 82 Flying

By the time the pursuit was temporarily halted, Doudou and the section chief had reached the 45th floor. The air was filled with the smell of paint, and the only remaining traces were a few tin paint buckets in the corner, scraped newspapers flying everywhere, and paintbrushes with dried-up tips.

The spacious surroundings are dotted with dirty glass windows.

The deep pit left by the chase was just a series of dark, crooked cracks that stretched from bottom to top, forming a long and narrow snake shape; it seemed bottomless.

It was almost dawn, and the city lights had already gone out: the two men's feet were on an elevated tempered glass floor, making them feel like they were floating on a lighthouse on a sea of ​​no light, with dark waves that could not reflect any light rolling in the distance; the deep night had no interest in the violence and pursuit taking place here.

"How's it going, Doudou? This is my new ability, my new obsession. You're a great testing partner, Doudou: very efficient and no dragging your feet."

The section chief landed on the ground, and the swelling from the scrapes, the proliferation of connective tissue, and the suture marks left by the blood vessels were slowly fading. But other than that, Doudou's attack hadn't hurt her.

Even though her face was completely disfigured, she still wore a faint smile; her high heels, made of white bones, moved forward and backward. The section chief tilted his head back, staring blankly at the ceiling, his chin tilted towards Doudou:

"Without you, I'd probably have to complete a whole series of tests to find out—and it's not just you, I've never seen a madman who can fly before. Although the distance is short, it's a very practical and good skill."

"Do you have any new discoveries? If you are interested, you can share them with me."

Doudou put his hand on his chin, followed the section chief's gaze upwards, and seemed to be thinking about something--

What is this aunt looking at? Is she planning to continue the chase game on the next floor?

He had never expected to encounter such a situation: it was the first time he encountered a guy he couldn't hit:

[Is she wearing an invisible rocket pack?! Is that her superpower?]

It wasn't what Doudou had initially imagined, a free and easy flight like flying against gravity.

Although it can be said to be extremely flexible, its movement trajectory and various details are extremely abrupt, stiff, counterintuitive, and even have an indescribable weirdness.

The most important thing is the section chief's body movements: it's as if her body isn't moving as a whole, her limbs uncontrolled. Like a bungee jumping machine, she's at the top and then falls back down, and if she doesn't hold on to the seat firmly, she'll dart around like a noodle; even in mid-air, with no support at all, she can turn at will.

Doudou put all the clues together, pondering the underlying patterns and anomalies. His eyes swirled fiercely, rolling in his sockets—

He thought about it and said what he was sure of first:

"Why don't you just run away, Auntie? Isn't that strange?"

"You can fly, even faster than me—if you run away now, I definitely won't be able to catch you."

"Are you sure you can beat me if you don't run? Probably not. If you were stronger than me, you would be chasing me and beating me right now."

"After all, you're so much faster than me that I can't even touch you. But you don't even make a tentative attack? I don't think you're that conservative. You could even fly around me and throw rocks at me."

"A rock thrown that fast should have the power of a bomb. I'm very strong and very fast, and I know that very well."

"And now that I can suddenly fly, I'm going to fly around like crazy! It's so exciting to be able to fly. Auntie, why are you standing so still? It's weird."

"Although you spoke of testing partners and seemed quite enthusiastic, I don't believe you stayed here just to ask for my help and to continue to discover your new abilities."

Doudou didn't attack again, but stood still. He picked up a piece of gravel left behind by the previous collision, tossed it in his hand, and threw it very lightly towards the section chief.

Pah. The section chief, like he was playing baseball with Doudou, caught the gravel he threw in his palm.

"Ah, you see. The discovery was made quickly. I thought it would last at least five minutes. So what's your conclusion, Doudou?"

Doudou looked up and down, then slightly bent his knees and tapped the ground with his toes:

"As expected—you can't actually fly [actively]. Right?"

By the time he mentioned [Active Flight], Doudou had already disappeared from the section chief's sight: He stomped his foot hard—

Clang clang clang.

The tempered glass floor shattered, and a wave of debris suddenly rose from the ground, exposing the steel and concrete of the floors below. This huge wave rushed towards the section chief, swallowing everything in its path.

Cluster-cluster-cluster-cluster-

Doudou pulled out the steel bars from the building one after another and threw them out:

The steel bars he threw tore through the air, swirling and emitting a terrifying whistling sound. Each spear-like bar was pre-aimed directly above the section chief, landing in a dense cluster. If the section chief continued to move at the same speed as before, he would be caught in the path of the bars.

call!