NOVEL WEB Chapter 117
Chapter 117: “Inspector” Xia’er.
Xia’er looked at the extraordinary individuals kneeling neatly before her, and almost couldn’t catch her breath.
This is what you call a surprise?
Can you tell me what a surprise really is?
“Lord Xia’er, don’t worry, they are all trustworthy members of the church, at least second-tier, and are close confidants I can trust. Many of them have been baptized by me personally.”
Tara seemed to notice Xia’er’s emotional distress and quickly explained.
“Regarding the Salvation Goddess Religion, I’ve also made some noise outside the city to distract them. There won’t be anyone bothering you today.”
At least second-tier…
Damn it!
Xia’er felt her mind buzzing.
She didn’t know whether seeing a dozen or so second-tier or higher Extraordinarys was worse than seeing a few third-tier Extraordinarys amplified several times with the “Strong Fortune Coin.”
But she knew she couldn’t avoid this ordeal.
The moment she confirmed they were Extraordinarys, Xia’er realized her escape route had been completely cut off.
She glanced at the current system time.
[Tomorrow]
[Sheng Year 741, June 30th, 04:58]
[Countdown – 03:59:59]
Four hours left…
Xia’er raised her hand, and silver light flashed from her right hand. The “Lethal Bloody Orchid” appeared in her grasp.
Xia’er’s face was gradually turning pale, but she hesitated not at all. She directly aimed the gun at Obold’s direction and pulled the trigger.
Bang —
With a flash of fire and blood mist, a bullet rapidly shot out of the barrel and struck Obold’s forehead.
Dong —
The immense kinetic energy caused Obold’s head to uncontrollably tilt backward, almost breaking his neck.
But Obold slowly turned his head forward, and the spot on his forehead where he was hit had already armored over. The seed-like bullet was embedded halfway, and a trickle of blood oozed from the wound on his forehead.
The blood nourished the seed bullet, and branches began to spread outward from the wound on Obold’s forehead. At this moment, Obold felt utterly hopeless.
He sensed his life force rapidly draining away, his thoughts racing.
He had no grudge against the girl opposite him; they had only met once today, and he had even stepped aside…
How could such a grand operation be orchestrated just because he blocked the path for a moment, leading the Arrival Sect to hunt him down?
This was impossible.
There must be another reason.
Although he had offended many people, he was very clear about their backgrounds before doing so. Such an operation was beyond the capability of any of his enemies.
Thinking back to recent events, there was only one possibility.
The girl in front of him was the one who sent a messenger to deliver a message using a dead agent.
“It’s you? You’re the one who sent the message?!”
Obold looked toward Xia’er, his voice hoarse, “I can give you all the sealed objects. I promise to leave An Su immediately after giving them to you!
Just spare my life! I will give you anything you want…”
Bang —!
Xia’er’s blood was drained, and the second bullet was ready. Without hesitation, she fired again.
This shot was aimed directly at Obold’s eye.
Swish —
The bullet pierced his eye and embedded itself in his skull. Roots sprouted from the bullet and rapidly penetrated his brain, drawing nutrients.
Obold’s last words were cut short as he fell straight forward, his body convulsing uncontrollably.
Xia’er hadn’t expected Tara to have such power, gathering a group of Extraordinary cultists in Borough City within a day…
She must pay attention to this situation next time. If real-life events led to a batch of Arrival Sect Extraordinary cultists being brought to Borough City, she would never be able to clean up her relationship with the Arrival Sect.
The mindset of fanatical cultists was truly hard to understand.
Her simple command was treated like a decree or oracle, analyzed repeatedly, and then carried out with excessive effort at any cost.
In normal circumstances, having such a believer or subordinate would be quite reassuring… but in this situation, Tara’s absolute loyalty instead endangered Xia’er.
“Let them go.”
Xia’er’s silver light flashed, and she looked at Tara standing beside her. “Keep watch far from my sight, and don’t let me see them.”
“Yes.”
Tara nodded and quickly began directing others to leave.
Though she wasn’t sure why Xia’er gave such orders, she knew that The Mother Goddess must have her reasons.
Only when the cultists disappeared from view and only two third-tier Extraordinary corpses remained did Xia’er finally relax.
Keeping them out of her sight should prevent triggering any bad luck… As for the rules already broken, Xia’er had no choice but to hope that the cultists on the perimeter could help mitigate some of the bad luck.
As long as no meteorites fell, everything would be fine.
“Please wait, Lord Xia’er.”
Just as Xia’er was about to approach the two corpses, Tara stepped forward and ran to the corner of the factory where a piece of cloth was covering something. She lifted the cloth, revealing what was underneath.
It was a large wooden table big enough to hold two people, with numerous tools laid out on it.
Daggers, saws, scissors, forceps, scales, measuring cups, and almost every tool needed for dissection were present.
In addition, there was a potion bottle containing a yellowish semi-transparent liquid, with a desiccated black spider floating inside.
At this moment, Xia’er also had a potion bottle in her pocket, though compared to the one on the table, the yellow liquid was more turbid, and the spider’s remains showed some damage, with other unknown characteristics used to compensate.
At least from an appearance standpoint, the potion on the table was of superior quality.
There was no helping it; after all, Xia’er’s potion was exchanged for tokens from Derton Manor. Although it could be used, its quality couldn’t be guaranteed.
If there was a better potion, Xia’er wouldn’t refuse it.
Four white shadows emerged from the shadows of the corpses, lifting the two bodies toward the wooden table. Xia’er also approached the table.
After Tara placed the bodies on the table, she retreated, watching Xia’er from afar, her eyes full of excitement.
This was definitely a historic day… Unfortunately, the Holy Maiden and Divine Servant couldn’t witness this thrilling scene.
And she herself would be constantly sung about by future generations as part of this history — in the world where the Arrival Sect had spread its influence.
Xia’er’s hand gently brushed over the wooden table with small gaps, beneath which were cushions placed to prevent blood from dripping through the gaps and splattering onto boots and dresses.
This era did not have a professional field called “forensic medicine,” and the police station did not have genuine inspectors either. This profession was often taken up by medical experts, legal professionals, or government officials who were not medically trained.
To ordinary people, and even to most detectives, performing an autopsy was considered a sinful and cursed act. Many nobles and detectives referred to inspectors as barbarians.
A typical inspector would not have such professional and detailed equipment, so it was likely something the Arrival Sect had developed during their human research or sacrifices.
Xia’er walked along the edge of the wooden table, her fingertips tracing the rough surface until she stopped at the potion bottle.
Since she had already broken enough rules, why not completely break the rule forbidding contact with the extraordinary? Let the storm come fiercely.
Xia’er reached out and grasped the potion bottle. Her warm palm seemed to awaken the black spider floating inside.
The yellowish semi-transparent potion, infused with extraordinary traits, was quickly absorbed by the withered spider. Its body and abdomen gradually swelled, and the six scarlet eyes on its forehead opened under the influence of the potion.
The first step was to drink the potion.
The success of the stitching would be closely related to the completion of the replication ritual. Xia’er must be in her best state to ensure a smooth process.
She took a deep breath, held the potion bottle in her left hand, and with her right hand, she slowly pulled out the cork stopper.
The spider, fully saturated with the potion, quickly crawled out of the bottle and instantly climbed up Xia’er’s arm to her back. As Xia’er felt the coolness on her hand, she experienced a sharp pain in her neck.
With the sharp pain came a burning agony, causing Xia’er’s fingers to tremble slightly.
If she had a mirror in front of her, she would see her veins bulging, and her purple fluorescent blood spreading up her veins until it covered her face and entire body.
It was as if she were enveloped by a purple web.
Xia’er felt her vision blur, and her steps became unsteady, as if she had suddenly transitioned from clear-headedness to a drunken stupor.
She supported herself on the table, feeling her heartbeat accelerate. At this moment, she felt that her body heat could not dissipate, and she instinctively reached out with her right hand to support her left shoulder, only to feel a tearing pain.
This pain momentarily cleared her mind. Xia’er noticed that the skin she had touched earlier under her clothes had been torn away, adhering to her clothes and pulling away from her muscles.
The replication ritual…was about to begin…
This sensation was not much different from what was described in her notes. Xia’er began to feel a layer of light purple covering her eye membranes, and the previous blurriness affected her judgment of everything around her.
She trembled as she reached for the dagger and walked to Obold’s corpse.
Obold’s head had been completely eroded by the “Lethal Bloody Orchid,” leaving his skull and face riddled with holes. It was clearly unusable.
But his organs were fresh enough, and Lucy’s body was relatively intact. She needed to transplant Obold’s intact organs, especially his heart, which still contained the core trait yet to be extracted, into Lucy’s body.
Xia’er directly plunged the dagger into Obold’s chest, making a Y-shaped incision, and then, using both hands, she peeled back the skin along the Y-shaped incision, revealing the ribs underneath.
Although Xia’er had never dissected a human before, she had stabbed plenty of people and herself, knowing which areas were vital. Avoiding those areas was sufficient.
Sweat continuously seeped from Xia’er’s body, making it difficult for her to grip her tools.
She quickly grabbed a saw and started cutting through Obold’s ribs.
Damn “Crown Guards”… how can their bones be as hard as iron even after death?
A drop of sweat seemed to respond to Xia’er’s thoughts, falling from her palm.
Zhizhizhi…
The sweat slowly corroded the red ribs, creating a hole.
The smell of roasted meat wafted out.
Xia’er discarded the saw and used her hands to pry open Obold’s ribs.
Zhizhizhizhiz…
The hard ribs and flesh turned from dark red to yellowish brown, and finally to black, which Xia’er easily pried open with her bare hands.
A heart that had stopped beating appeared before her.
The heart’s exterior was black, smooth like polished steel, and felt hard to the touch when Xia’er touched it.
She severed the connections between the heart and the body and pulled it out. Xia’er’s gaze continued to search through Obold’s internal organs for parts still slowly exuding the potion.
Pieces of skin, muscle tissue, and organs were dug out by Xia’er’s bare hands.
In the distance, Tara watched Xia’er under the light, her hands clasped in front of her, her excited smile never fading.
The once complete third-tier corpse had been dismembered by Lady Xia’er, and her movements slowed down, but Tara sensed that Lady Xia’er had fully entered the state.
When Tara saw Lady Xia’er lift the disfigured corpse onto the bloody table, she couldn’t help but take a few steps forward to get a closer look at Lady Xia’er’s actions.
At the same time, she heard Lady Xia’er’s faint, weary muttering:
“No eyes behind, very dangerous… hair a bit covering, seems normal…”
“So troublesome…”
“Two hearts… useless organs can be removed if not needed for eating…”
Transparent mucus oozed from Lady Xia’er’s hands, sticking the muscles back into the body. Under the writhing of the seemingly living mucus, the muscles with extraordinary traits were gathered back into the body.
Could she use most of her abilities now?
Tara looked at the bloody and terrifying scene before her, feeling a wave of nausea.
Although she was usually extreme, she felt that Lady Xia’er was even more so now.
After some time, Lucy’s pale corpse twitched slightly. Seeing this, Tara’s eyes lit up.
Almost there!
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