If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Chicago, Willis Tower, temporary war conference room.

"Okay, let's go through it quickly." In the dim room, the man standing next to the projection screen clapped his hands, attracting the attention of everyone in front of the round table in the conference room.

"This war practice class is an old tradition of the college, so all of you here are freshmen. Let me introduce myself first. I am the Commissioner of the Executive Department. I will not reveal my number for the time being. My name is Ryder Francis. Co. Carlos, just call me Ryder." Ryder glanced at the young people in the conference room who were wearing windbreakers but all looked immature: "I don't do any pain teaching or insult teaching, these are just children. An outdated trick, you are all well-trained elites, so we should all have a certain amount of respect for each other.”

Caesar, who was spinning his pen on the conference table, raised his head slightly and took another look at Ryder. After getting off the CC1000 Express, all the freshmen took the Chicago subway and came to the conference room of this building. The Executive Department said that arrangements had been made. The relevant specialists explained the situation to them and temporarily became their "instructors".

In all actions in the war practice class, the forty-three freshmen will wear the military rank of "temporary commissioner" and obey the instructions of their superiors. Many people thought that the instructor sent by the execution department would give them instructions as soon as he arrived. One person seems to be intimidating, but judging from the current situation, the other person seems to be a reasonable person, and he emphasizes respect and equality from the beginning.

"I know what you are thinking." Ryder said calmly: "I am also a college graduate and a freshman. I know what your temperament will be like at this time based on your experience and age, so I will not deliberately provoke you in this mission. In my opinion, people who lack education and brains are not worthy of entering Kassel Academy. Being able to sit here means that you are all elites selected from a million, and elites and The dialogue between elites should be like this now. Sit down, talk about things in a calm manner, and complete the task. If you have different opinions, you can raise your hands. If you are not convinced by me, the "instructor", you can also raise your hands. .”

No one in the conference room raised their hands, but someone took the lead in applauding, so everyone started to applaud, and there was a wave of applause.

"Very good, now let's talk about the content of your mission, but before starting, I hope everyone will turn off their phones to avoid the possibility of leakage of information."

After everyone did as they were told, Ryder nodded and continued: "Let me ask you beforehand, are there any patients with anaemia in the room?"

"Does fear of heights count?" someone made a harmless joke.

"Then you are lucky. Our mission this time is not to search for ancient dragon eggs hidden in hanging coffins on the cliffs of the Himalayas. Otherwise, the vehicle sent to you would not be a train, but an airplane." Ryder pressed. After moving the remote control panel in his hand, the PPT on the curtain suddenly jumped, and a dark red light enveloped the faces of every freshman.

The conference room fell silent, and this silence was due respect when facing the deceased.

Some female students subconsciously covered their mouths to avoid looking. On the PPT, there was a corpse sitting on the toilet seat, leaning against the toilet wall and looking up at the sky, because the scarlet face of the corpse exposed the texture of the muscles and ruptured veins. The blood vessels and eyes stared at the ceiling aimlessly as if they were about to fall out at any moment. The overall death state was extremely tragic.

"'BloodyFace', AKA Bloody Face Killer, the fugitive serial murderer who shocked the United States, is also the target of our mission. What you see now is one of his works." Ryder raised his head and glanced at the person who was close at hand. The picture of the corpse showed no emotion and said: "This is his first crime. The crime took place in the toilet of the Broadway Theater in New York. The deceased was a 21-year-old woman, Emily Jones. Her father was a Wall Street investment tycoon and her mother was a famous celebrity. The artist was watching a musical with her parents at a Broadway theater on the day of the incident. She went to the bathroom on the way and never went back. The body was discovered by a passerby. The camera was turned off in advance and no footage was captured. The motive of the crime is unknown. , the only clue is that he cut off Emily Jones' face."

"Vendetta?"

"An acquaintance committed the crime?"

Immediately, some students raised their hands and asked their own questions.

"Everything has been ruled out. The FBI authorities have not found any favorable clues. Emily Jones has no enemies in school or in life who can become suspects," Ryder said.

"Cause of death?" someone asked again.

"He died of suffocation. There are obvious pinch marks and bloody fingerprints on his neck. There are no fingerprints. It is initially speculated that the murderer wore gloves to commit the crime."

"The victim was not violated or property was lost?" Caesar couldn't help but frown at the conference table.

"Is this Caesar Gattuso? Remember to raise your hand when you ask questions later." Ryder glanced at Caesar. It seemed that even among the graduates of the Executive Department, the heir to the Gattuso family was very famous: "You When asked about the idea, the answer was no. Therefore, according to the analysis of the FBI and the tactical department of the execution department, this was a premeditated crime and not an accidental killing. The murderer prepared perfectly for this killing and left no footprints, fingerprints, hair, or human body. The FBI also determined that this was a perfect crime."

"If it was just one crime, we could boldly characterize it as a revenge killing, and peeling off one's face is a retaliatory method. But the next six consecutive crimes were committed with the same method, which means that the murderer's purpose is not simple. ." Ryder quickly cut through the remaining six pictures of the murder scene on the PPT. Everyone put their hands on their lips and watched silently, using these seven bloody faceless corpses to create a picture in their hearts. The image of a vicious perverted murderer.

"He skinned seven people, all of whom were women, and all the victims had the same features of beautiful faces." Ryder said: "Interim Commissioners, I think you should know what kind of situation we are facing now. Enemy."

Perverted murderer.

This word is self-evident in everyone's mind.

"You always use 'him' to refer to the murderer. Indeed, the male murderer is more in line with the characteristics of these seven murders. He peeled off the face of a beautiful girl for collection because of his psychopathy. But why can't the murderer be an ugly woman? , get revenge and attack beautiful people of the same sex?" Caesar raised his hand.

In order to take care of some freshmen who are not very fluent in Chinese, the main language of this meeting is English. 'He' in English is clearly 'he', which is completely different from the female 'she'. Caesar pays attention Got to this point and decided to dig deeper.

"Because we took a picture of the murderer's back when he committed the seventh crime." Ryder pressed the remote control panel again, and a picture with extremely blurry resolution was cut out on the ppt. It showed a man wearing a peaked cap and a baseball. The figure in the suit has his back to the camera. Judging from the shooting angle, it should be the picture captured by the camera.

"It's impossible to commit seven crimes every time and it's impossible for them to be perfect crimes every time." Ryder said calmly: "Based on the photo analysis, the suspect is about 1.8 meters tall and wears size 45 shoes. Minus the weight of his clothes, his weight should be At about 75 kilograms, the frame size is consistent with male characteristics, with no obvious disability and no obvious physical characteristics."

All the students held their hands and looked at the man in the photo carefully, imagining what kind of face he looked like and how violent and ferocious the expression on his face was when he committed the crime.

"Now that he has become the target of our mission, does this mean that the executive department has a firm grasp of his location." Caesar asked.

Ryder pressed the button, and the PPT cut again. A ward appeared on the screen, with a headless body lying in a pool of blood on the floor of the ward.

Everyone frowned, and their reaction was much greater than when they saw the faceless corpse before. Everyone's eyes were focused on the chest of the headless corpse, where there was a Kassel College emblem pinned there.

"The eighth victim, Executive Department 'C' Commissioner, Andre Rooney, Executive Department No. C025." Ryder said calmly: "The victim's location is 25 kilometers away from our current conference room in the north and south of Chicago. Hospital, the time of death was 3 o'clock in the morning yesterday, and today, you are sitting here."

"Did the murderer attack the executive commissioner?" Caesar whispered.

"No, to be precise, Commissioner Andre tracked the prisoner to the scene based on the only photo clue. He intervened when the other party was about to harm the eighth victim. Finally..." Ryder paused before speaking. He said: "Unfortunately, he died."

"The other party's blood class?" Caesar asked.

"Initially it was estimated to be 'B' level, but now due to the death of a specialist, it is hereby raised to 'A' level. Congratulations to everyone, you have such a powerful enemy in the dragon battlefield for the first time." Ryder nodded, but there was no one at the scene. You can laugh, they are 'A'-level dangerous hybrids, and the 'A'-levels among their group of students can only be counted in the palm of a hand.

The scene was very dull for a while. Many people finally realized that this was not an outing course, nor was it a casualty-free shooting with Frigga bullets in a drill class. Their opponents were real dangers, the 'A' class who killed without blinking an eye. Mixed breed.

"But we have an 'S' class." Suddenly, someone at the conference table said.

This sentence made everyone's eyes light up. Yes, so what if the murderer might be an 'A' grade hybrid? There is a once-in-a-lifetime 'S'-class hybrid among them!

A breath of fresh air came into the originally tense atmosphere, and everyone couldn't help but cast expectant glances at the boy sitting at the end of the table.

Lin Nian felt the scorching heat focused on his body. After a pause, he moved his eyes back from the headless corpse on the PPT. Only then did he realize that everyone was staring at him. Even the instructor Ryder at the front was silent. Watch yourself quietly.

what's the situation?

Lin Nian admitted that he had just looked at the PPT picture and saw that God was thinking about a lot of random things. Now that he was distracted and looked up to see such a scene, it was really confusing.

What to say now?

Lin Nian was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously: "I understand."

The conference room was quiet for a few seconds, then burst into applause.