Night World Players

Chapter 35 I am afraid that classmate Ishtar will be traumatized
Click.

The bear biscuit in Ista's hand was broken into two halves unconsciously.

Batman?
Each person's spiritual symbol stores a vast amount of memories, and what can be observed by the Peering Eye are often the darkest and most unbearable memories in the other person's mind.

Therefore, this is also the thing that best reflects a person's true heart.

As a professional psychometrician, Ishtar has extensive experience in using the Eye of Prying Eyes.

There were times when my entire family was killed by my enemies when I was a child, and I could only hide under the bed and watch my parents die, swearing a blood oath for revenge.

There was a young genius who died one day, and the girl who was betrothed to him came to cancel the engagement and made a three-year agreement.

There were those who were backstabbed and framed by their fiancées and thrown into prison, but they discovered secret passages, treasure maps, and soul rings that housed powerful men in prison.

There are also those who were falsely accused and exiled to the border at the beginning; those who were expelled from the brave team; those who were used as substitutes by the daughter of a rich family who was studying abroad, and swore to make her regret it; and those who were seventy-year-old cleaning ladies but were favored by the domineering duke...

Over the years, Ishtar has seen almost all kinds of scenes, so she can be considered knowledgeable.

however--

The memory fragments she saw from Rast this time through the "Eye of Prying Eyes" were indeed beyond Ishtar's expectations.

As the owner of the Eye of Prying Eyes, she was able to browse the memory fragments from a God's perspective and quickly grasped the full picture of this fragment of Last's memory.

Walking in darkness, but with heart toward light.

They are outside the law, but they maintain the order of the city in their own way.

Faced with the criminals' conspiracy to get involved, he would rather sacrifice his own reputation than maintain the residents' belief in justice.

He is the silent guardian and the vigilant protector.

Also the Dark Knight.

Ishtar was silent.

She originally thought that there were no such things as heroes in this world.

Things like "friends of justice" should only exist in fairy tales and fantasies, fictional things made up by writers.

Even those clergy who appear to be extremely upright on the outside must be hiding some shameful secrets deep in their hearts.

That's why she is so keen on spying on secrets.

To expose the glamorous appearance of those hypocritical people and let their ugly and dirty hearts be exposed to the sun... This is the fun of Ishtar's prying eyes.

But, at this moment.

In the face of justice that still guards the light even in the darkness, her faith was shaken.

Although Batman's concept seems a bit crude, childish, and immature.

But it was precisely that kind of naive and clear justice that made Ishtar's voyeurism pale in comparison.

Compared with the boy in the interrogation room, I am the hypocritical and ugly clown who uses dark thoughts to speculate about others.

Her mental strength had been exhausted when she activated the Eye of Prying Secrets earlier, and now even the will that had supported her all along began to waver, and she fell into a slight trance for a moment.

And it was at the moment when Ishtar became unconscious.

She was horrified to find that in her spiritual vision, the pitch-black kitten that was the spiritual symbol of Rast suddenly looked at her.

Then, it opened its bloody mouth again.

"Gulu gulu gulu..."

The wails of Ishtar's spiritual clone were swallowed up by countless tentacles.

……

"Dean Yin, I didn't expect you to be here." "Didn't you notify Night World Base in advance when you came? If it weren't for my intuition sensing traces of strange spatial fluctuations nearby, even I wouldn't know this news."

Hiltina opened the door.

She gently held the hem of her skirt with both hands, bent her knees slightly, and performed an impeccable aristocratic etiquette.

"That spatial trace was specially left for you to see, but you discovered it faster than I thought. It seems that this time entering the night world has brought you a lot of gains."

An elegant and lazy voice echoed in the room, but the owner of this voice, whom Hiltina called Dean Silver, was not human.

This is a snow-white creature. At first glance, it looks a bit like a fox and a bit like a big cat. Its silvery-white fur reminds people of the snow-capped mountains in the Far North.

At this moment, it was leaning lazily on the sofa in the room, with a large bag of dried fish on the armrest of the sofa and a tablet computer in front of it.

What was somewhat unusual was that although it was just lazily leaning on the sofa and not doing anything, the picture on the tablet computer was changing on its own. From time to time, a small dried fish would float up from the packaging bag and slowly fall into its mouth.

It was as if there was an invisible hand controlling all this in the void.

After noticing Hiltina pushing the door open, Dean Yin remained lying on the sofa without moving. He just raised his furry white tail as a greeting: "Little Tina, are you almost at the fourth level?"

"Yes." Xiltina sat down elegantly on the sofa opposite her. "It's all thanks to Dean Yin's good teaching."

"Well, if you could put half of your respect for teachers and etiquette into your stubborn temper and attitude toward your father, I wouldn't have to worry so much."

Dean Yin raised his tail helplessly: "Forget it, let's not talk about that."

"I came to you this time because of the night traveler you mentioned earlier, who was lost in the echoes of history."

Hiltyna's eyes moved slightly: "Last came out of the night world passage?"

"Well, a few hours later than you, just when you were meditating and practicing."

"According to your request as one of the twelve seats at the round table, the school did not follow the original standard process of 30-day isolation-testing-monitoring. Instead, it sent psychometrician Istar Julian to conduct a direct risk assessment on Last."

Hiltyna frowned slightly: "That Night Blade is Ishtar from the Eye of Secrets?"

"There are so many psychometricians in the academy, why did you send her?"

Obviously, as a classmate at Star University, Hiltina had also heard about Ishta's quirks.

"This matter has nothing to do with me. It was decided by the college itself." Dean Yin stuffed a small dried fish into his mouth.

It glanced at Hiltina and said, "What's the matter, little Tina? Are you worried that he will suffer?"

"But according to the process, once the risk assessment process is started, it cannot be stopped. You can only hope that the guy named Last has no ulterior motives and can withstand the test of the "Prying Eye". "

"Although this little girl, Ishtar, has some weird habits, she has never wronged a good person."

As he spoke, Dean Yin grabbed the tablet computer on the table with his little paws. The tablet screen was displaying real-time surveillance images of psychological measurements.

But then, Dean Yin froze in his tracks.

All I could see on the screen was that Rast looked relaxed and was sitting there doing nothing in the interrogation room.

And on the other side of the one-way mirror.

The chief examiner of the risk assessment, Ishtar Julian, who had once frightened countless students at the Star University, was now slumped in her chair in despair.

She stared at the ceiling with a distracted gaze, her twin ponytails hanging listlessly from her shoulders, and her eyes were dazed and empty, as if she had lost her soul.

That pretty face, which was originally as cold as ice, now showed an Ahegao-like expression.

"Dean Yin, you misunderstood me."

Hiltina's voice sounded faintly: "I am not worried about Luster, but the safety of classmate Ishtar."

"I'm afraid that Lust will leave her with some psychological trauma and she will never be able to use Nightblade again. If that happens, the academy will lose an excellent psychometrician."

(End of this chapter)