High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 2311 - 532: The Meaning of the White Crow

Xiao Xiao’s last one percent possibility was a rather discouraging answer.

Discouraging to the point where one suddenly feels that words like life, dreams, struggle, goals, and so on have lost their meaning, and reality is smeared into a dazzling black, with chaos becoming the keynote of the world.

Chaos.

Thinking of this word, Zheng Qing instinctively thought of its antonym, order.

A sense of determination inexplicably rose in his heart.

"Whether it’s one percent or ninety-nine percent, it’s just a calculated result."

The captain of the Absolution Hunting Team exhaled lightly, looked around, with a serious gaze: "Destiny above, in the magical world, anything is possible. We don’t need to worry about what will happen to him later, we just need to find a way to get a little something out of his mouth now... even if it’s just a tiny bit. Doctor, is there any way to interfere with the fog in his mind?"

Xiao Xiao thought very seriously for a moment.

"I have been thinking about this for some time."

He took out a feather pen and started drawing on the floor, writing a long string of dazzling deductive spells: "...just as I mentioned before, true consciousness closure requires very advanced magic skills. If one takes shortcuts in this process, with someone else helping to construct the fog in the mind, then to keep this magic effect continuously effective, a powerful external medium is needed to consistently suggest to the subject... This medium could be a person, a bottle of wine, or a piece of white linen."

The five hunters all raised their heads simultaneously, looking at the group of white ravens suspended in the net under the ceiling.

"Uncle in the Bush, Fire Rages on!"

Without another word, Dylan threw out a Firestorm Curse, and blazing flames emerged from the void, transforming into twisting fire tongues, which nimbly slipped through the gaps of the net, binding the struggling white ravens one by one. In an instant, fine ashes began to fall from the net.

"Now, one possibility can be ruled out." Mister Blood Werewolf’s voice finally became a bit cheerful.

Had it been on a regular day, seeing this scene, Zheng Qing would have inevitably joked a bit with quips like ’the full moon is here’ or ’blood conflict,’ subtly reminding Dylan to control his emotions a little during special times.

But now, hearing Xiao Xiao’s analysis, he suddenly felt as if he had grasped a thread.

Medium.

Suggestion.

Selective truth?

A flash of inspiration passed through the young cost student’s mind, and he suddenly looked up, glancing at the old newspapers posted on the walls from the "Beta Town Post."

Almost simultaneously, Xiao Xiao also looked up at the wall and squinted.

"It’s the newspaper!"

"Tear down those newspapers!"

"They’re stuck too tightly, can’t pull them down, wait, let me try this spell..." Xiao Xiao spread open his Bamboo Slip Law Book and quickly wrote down a spell formula:

"Yunlong Bug!"

An orange spell light rose, and a surge of moist heat gushed from the spell light.

In just a moment, Zheng Qing felt as though the entire bar had turned into a sauna, with the old newspapers on the walls becoming blurred in the damp heat. Zheng Qing timely summoned a few slender vines, which, like flexible fingers, easily tore them down from the walls.

Almost at the same time the newspapers were pulled down, the captive who had been slumping to the side began to tremble violently as if electrocuted. Xin Fat Man dashed over, swiftly pulling out several different-sized glass bottles, pulling the stoppers, and pouring all the magic potions inside into the captive’s mouth.

He coughed violently, his body bent over, and it was a while before he gradually calmed down and returned to his previous limp state.

"The wind from afar!"

"The valley breeze!"

Two wind curses of different effects rose from Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao’s law books; the first spell summoned a lively cold wind, sweeping the steamy heat out of the house while the second summoned a dry warm breeze, wrapping the just-removed wet newspapers, drying them, and neatly stacking them.

"Collect them, hand them over to the Trident Sword later... these are all evidence." Xiao Xiao noticed the perplexed look from his captain and simply explained, then turned his attention back to the captive slumping aside.

Xin had already poured a few more drops of truth serum into him.

Dylan also rolled up his sleeves, looking every part the solemn knight.

"Can you hear me?"

The interrogation restarted according to its set procedure, and after a few simple but correct response checks, the interrogation officer shifted the topic: "I want you to tell us the true meaning of the ’White Crow.’"

Tom Hansen’s lips twitched slightly, and his originally vacant eyes seemed to suddenly come alive with color. For a moment, Zheng Qing felt as though this theoretically unconscious warlock in front of him had woken up and was staring at them fiercely.

But immediately, he realized it was an illusion.

Because the captive in front of him had slack cheeks, a vacant expression, and his eyes were still unfocused.

"On Odin’s shoulder, there are two ravens, symbolizing thought and memory."

Tom Hansen seemed to hum an ancient ballad, but because of the magic potion and compelling arts, his voice bore not a hint of emotion, coming off mechanical and cold, bizarre in every sense:

"They wear black feathers, yet they see through the deepest darkness in the world; they soar the skies, overlooking the changing landscapes... They are destiny, they are the envoys... Only they would look at the world’s most humble corners, only they can see the world’s most humble us... Only they will discover that in those humble corners, the humble us have already died.

Death turns us into angels, allowing wings to grow from where our shoulder blades used to be, resembling crow’s claws.

We must break the bounds of rules, transform into angels, and pursue eternal and noble truths..."

"Didn’t hear anything about white crows, huh?" The fat wizard muttered quietly. Zheng Qing gave him a fierce glare before refocusing on the captive.

The captive ignored the little interlude among the interrogators, his expression as calm as an ancient well without waves, and continued with a monotonous voice: "The professor says, if the world is not the one you pursue, then there’s nothing worth exploring in this world either.

The professor says, the greatest enemy in the war between wizards and demons is actually the wizards themselves. Binding hands and feet with morals and man-made rules is a desecration to each wizard who died in battle.

The professor says, wizards continued this mistake into magic research.

The professor says, black ravens walk in the night, white ravens walk in the sunlight.

The professor says, I am a white crow."

Beneath the cat-faced mask, Zheng Qing frowned. Although the captive correctly answered the interrogation officer’s question, it felt evasive and different from normal interrogation answers, more like listening to a diviner.

Thinking of the diviner, he couldn’t help but tilt his head to look at Xiao Xiao.

The short warlock was hanging his head, holding a crystal ball, silently rubbing it, looking contemplative.