f it was really this butterfly, then in the one thousand sacrifices, only one mother had a suspicious feeling—and she was a pathological mother with a strong sense of control over her son!

At ten o'clock.
In Dongchuan City, more than a dozen low-key black off-road vehicles surrounded an ordinary residential building, and the members of the task force rushed upstairs in several batches.

In an ordinary family home upstairs, the anxious mother was sitting in the living room with a laptop, desperately searching the Internet for the contact information of some so-called “masters”.
Her online shopping cart was full of items with the words “enlightenment” and “warding off evil spirits”.
Her hair-raising son was in his bedroom and the door was not tightly closed.
Through the crack of the door, his back was seen—he was wearing headphones and playing mobile phones while doing his homework, no different from a “normal” teenager.

The mother clenched her hands tightly, her shoulders tightened.
Everyone said that her son had recently been “normal” and sensible, but she was still uneasy.
That indescribable fear was only understood by a mad mother who had for part of her life parasitized on her child…

At this moment, the doorbell of her house rang.
The mother trembled: “Who, who is it?”

“Hello, we are here to check your water meter, as the property notified yesterday.”

it's here.”

The woman murmured in her heart.
She hadn't seen the notice, but it might have been overlooked because of her heavy thoughts recently.
She got up to open the door, but there was more than one person.
The woman was stunned by the gray uniform.
She subconsciously wanted to close the door.
A gray uniform person quickly blocked the door frame and the other pressed her throat with his hand, making a gesture of “shush” to her.
The woman only felt that the fingers pressing her throat were icy cold.
She was terrified and stepped back, covering her neck.
She found that she couldn't make a sound!

The gray uniform people sneaked into the house like cats, with no sound under their feet.
However, the “boy” wearing headphones seemed to have a pair of ears behind his head.
When they broke in, he didn't even turn his head and ran away as soon as he jumped up.

“The target is jumping out of the window!”

The woman screamed–this was the eighth floor!

In a flash, the “boy” had leaped out of the window, and something flashed behind him–it was like a pair of huge butterfly wings, translucent and flashing phosphorescently, flying off into the night sky.

The next moment, a whirlwind suddenly appeared out of nowhere, sweeping over the large “butterfly”, and three gray-uniformed men on the roof leapt down, pulling out a big net from the air and firmly trapping him in the middle!

Ten o'clock.

“Report, Director Xiao, we have controlled the target! The boy is fourteen years old, and after examination it is confirmed that he is infected with a Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly.
Please instruct on the next step to be taken!”

Before Director Xiao could speak, a worker suddenly ran in anxiously, and attached to his ear said: “Director Xiao, there is an emergency situation that needs to be reported to you.”

“Say it.”

“Well, just now when we were viewing the relevant information on Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly in the archives, we found that the number and inventory of Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly pupae in the 'Dangerous Goods Archive Center' on the twelfth floor of the underground did not match up…there was one less vat.”

Director Xiao lifted his head incredulously: “Say it again?”

“The twelfth floor underground has a great magical array for protection, there is no abnormality, and no traces of intrusion.
The archives also cannot explain why there is one less vat…”

“The Dangerous Goods Archive Center stores first-level dangerous goods, and according to regulations, it must be counted and checked every day.
What is the Archives department doing? This is dereliction of duty!”

Director Xiao's face was really too ugly to look at, and the worker swallowed his saliva, not daring to make a sound.

“Isolate all the relevant personnel from the archives.
Go through them one by one and investigate this!”

There was no time for calculations, and Director Xiao squeezed out a word from between his teeth, barely suppressing his anger.
“Have the scene cleanup team sent over.”

“Leader,” at the Chiyuan Hospital, Ping Qianru asked Xuan Ji while holding the phone,

“Director Xiao contacted us, asking if you know how to crack the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly?”

“Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly…” Xuan Ji repeated the word in Mandarin, imitating the tone of a little girl, and then glanced at the picture on Ping Qianru's laptop.
He then smiled with a mixture of misfortune and pleasure, “Oh, it's the 'Human-faced Butterfly', not good, the Human-faced Butterfly is not easy to deal with.”

Xuan Ji glanced at the image of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly.
This time, the “Thousand Demon Bestiary” responded in time, prompting: Once the Human-faced Butterfly detects external invasion, it will perish with its host.
This butterfly is not cold-resistant and will hibernate in cold temperatures.

Xuan Ji: “Low temperature!”

“You don’t say!” Xiao Zheng's voice flew out from the mobile phone, “Low temperature treatment will make the butterfly lose its activeness, and this process takes at least one day.
Look at what time it is now, where can I go to steal you a day?”

“There is a way.
Let me teach you a trick,” Sheng Lingyuan may have understood a few sentences, and he spoke casually, maybe because the ritual was about to be completed.
A little blood appeared in his pale eye corners and lip cracks, but this blood did not add any life to him, but it was like a layer of red ocher on white paper, which was shocking and even more terrifying.
“The last sacrifice must die at the stroke of midnight.
If the death time is wrong, the caster will be in trouble.
Since the sacrifice has fallen into your hands, you can't save people, so why not kill him before the stroke of midnight?”

Xiao Zheng: “Who is talking? Is that demon summoned by the Yin Sacrifice ritual? What did he say?”

“He said,” Xuan Ji lifted his eyelids, and his beautiful phoenix eyes were soaked in moisture, but there seemed to be firelight in the pupils, “As long as you catch the caster before the stroke of midnight.”

“Director Xiao, the boy who was parasitized by the butterfly started to draw the ritual sixteen days ago.
If we push back one day, it should be the time of infection.
That day, he was in the Internet cafe and mixed up for a day.
We just got the monitoring record of the Internet cafe and found this person!”

Xiao Zheng quickly walked to the video, only to see the blurred screenshot of the video, which showed a person with a small mustache holding a cigarette: “This person is…”

“Yes, it's one of the people we just rescued from Chiyuan, and he's also the leader!”

Ping Qianru heard this from the phone, suddenly covering her mouth: “They have been transferred to the county hospital…
It's over, Big Sister Bi! Big Sister Bi is with them!”

Sheng Lingyuan looked at Qianru inexplicably, then turned his head to look at the thick fog outside the window, curling up the corners of his eyes: “There is still a moment, Little Demon, remind you again, after a moment, no matter how much I like you, I won't be merciful.”

Xuan Ji was stunned, thinking that it was not more than ten o'clock, how could it be…
He suddenly became agitated–no, the “stroke of midnight” is the concept of midnight at twelve o'clock, which was influenced by the modern Western calendar.
The “Midnight” in ancient times started at eleven o'clock!

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