Then let the witch offer her loyalty

On February 14, 59 of the Long Night, the subject of the containment awakened psychic abilities. The reason for the awakening was suspected to be that he was involved in a large-scale violent gang fight, was seriously injured, and accumulated great fear while on the verge of death.

Its ability is blood control; it possesses extremely strong regenerative and restorative power and can condense its blood into high-strength crystals for use as weapons.

Based on our assessment, he/she has been identified as a "heterogeneous psychic".

The detainees did not have an happy childhood. Their mothers died early, and their fathers often abused them. Long-term repression led to their gloomy personality, strong sense of vigilance, and unwillingness to communicate with others in a friendly manner.

During the early stages of containment, the detainees exhibited numerous acts of defiance against control, including vandalizing public property, attacking supervisors, and verbally abusing other witches; their behavior was extremely egregious.

Later, influenced by the witch hunters, the malicious behavior of the subjects he had been holding greatly subsided. He also took the initiative to serve as an undercover agent, assisting our bureau in destroying the witch alliance's stronghold, the Wings of Liberty, and making great contributions.

Therefore, the original decision to "strictly manage and detain" was cancelled, and the detention level was allowed to be downgraded to "generally manage and detain".

On October 25, 60 years after the incident, the biological father of the detainee died by accident from falling from a building. Since he had no other relatives and was a minor, the state assumed the responsibility of raising him and he was placed under the care of our bureau.

Containment Record

[097-01]

After the biological father died in an accident, the inmate fell into a state of incapacitation, spending his days curled up in a corner of the incubation room, unable to communicate with anyone.

To appease her, the witch hunter who had formed a spiritual pact with her placed origami cranes with her food for two consecutive weeks.

Finally, on the 15th day, it was discovered that on the plate pushed back from the containment room, the paper cranes were arranged in a star pattern, which was the first time the target had responded to the outside world after becoming disabled.

[097-02]

The inmate is rather withdrawn and rarely participates in group activities. In his spare time, he occasionally goes to the library to read books alone.

Because the detainees have extremely low levels of education and are semi-literate, they can only read children's books at present.

Subsequent monitoring by regulators revealed that his favorite themes were mostly heartwarming fairy tales.

[097-03]

The inmate was found to have repeatedly gone to SWAB-132's residence to freeload meals. At first, he was relatively restrained, but later it became more and more frequent, and he was fed by SWAB-132 almost every day.

The inhabitants had a history of bad habits such as wolfing down their food and hiding food, but these bad habits have been greatly improved since they were fed by SWAB-132 for an extended period of time.

[097-04]

The detainees suffered from severe malnutrition in their early years, resulting in stunted growth and a height far below the average for their age. Furthermore, due to premature closure of their bone age, they have no possibility of growing taller in the future.

During an annual physical examination, doctors were surprised to find that the inmates' height had miraculously increased by 3 centimeters.

After careful inspection, it was confirmed that the target had secretly stood on tiptoe when measuring her height.

[097-05]

The inmate had displayed amazing artistic talent in the art studio of the containment area, and was especially skilled at mixing various red pigments.

His series of works, "Cocoon" and "Metamorphosis", have been selected as exhibits for the Twin Cities Annual Art Exhibition and have inspired many artists to interpret the theme of "childhood trauma".

Experts are calling on all sectors of society to pay more attention to the prevalent phenomenon of domestic violence in lower-class families, so that every child can grow up healthily and reduce trauma.

[097-06]

The person in custody has a red scarf that he never leaves behind. He wears it not only when he goes out, but also when he sleeps at night, he needs to keep it by his pillow to sleep soundly.

When asked about the origin of the scarf, the person in custody said that it was a gift from the most important person in their life, and that they would always keep it with them.

Special containment measures

Those in custody are required to undergo a psychological consultation once a month to ensure their physical and mental well-being.

The walls of the living quarters for those in shelters should be painted with warm-toned coatings; cool colors or metallic reflective materials are not recommended.

The inmates do not have a particular preference for food, but their diet should be checked regularly to ensure that there are no health problems caused by nutritional imbalances.

It is recommended to provide an emotional logbook, allowing inmates to record their mood of the day by writing or drawing (submission for review is not mandatory).

Aside from the witch hunter with whom you have formed a spiritual contract, please do not touch her head without permission.

【appendix】

Scarlet Witch Psychic Explained

SWAB-097 Personality Analysis – Author: Gu Qiaoqiao

The Twin Cities Witches Management Bureau promises that the above containment report contains no false information, misleading statements, or material omissions, and assumes responsibility for its authenticity.

Roses in full bloom, empire forever.

Chapter 190 Luo Lingyou's First Time

The Tribunal for the Judgment of Crimes is a supervisory body specifically established to oversee the Witch Administration Bureau.

The judges of the Rose Empire can be broadly divided into two categories.

One type advocates strictly adhering to laws and regulations, clearly distinguishing between different rules and regulations, and ensuring that no boundaries are crossed.

These judges often tend to be conservative in their political stance, prefer to follow the rules in everything, and require the bureau staff to be strict with themselves.

Another type of person also upholds the Imperial Charter in principle, but seeks flexibility in their work, weighs the pros and cons, and will allow the Bureau's agents to overstep their bounds to a certain extent when necessary, turning a blind eye to it.

These judges have a bold working style and can often achieve remarkable results in collaboration with the administration, but they are also quite controversial.

There is no right or wrong between the two types of judges; they simply represent two different directions.

But when something collides in these two directions, it often sparks intense friction.

...

As a judge stationed in the Ninth Division of the Twin Cities Witch Management Bureau, Luo Lingyou is obligated to return to the courtroom once a month for a routine report.

That day, she returned to the courtroom with her work summary for the month, intending to report to her direct supervisor, Yan Yong.

As she arrived at the office door, just as she was about to knock and go in, she faintly heard voices coming from inside, as if someone was talking to Yan Yong about work.

She was about to find a place to sit down and wait when she suddenly realized that one of the voices inside sounded familiar.

So she quietly leaned against the wall and listened to what was happening inside.

...

"Instigating underage witches to participate in dangerous cases and carry out undercover work violates the Witch Containment Act."

"Beating a member of the public with violence, causing serious damage to their nose, violates the 'Regulations on the Work of Staff of the Administration Bureau'."

"Making a spiritual pact with a witch without authorization is a violation of the law and the 'Psionic Control Code'."

"..."

Yan Yong looked at the thick report in his hand, on which were written more than twenty accusations against the witch hunter Chen Moxin.

He put down the report, rubbed his temples with a hint of helplessness, and looked at Wang Hui in front of him: "Wang Hui, didn't I make myself clear when I called you last time?"

“The things you listed would indeed be significant problems for an ordinary operator, but Chen Moxin is a witch hunter, so he is different.”

Wang Hui straightened his back and said in a businesslike tone, "Yan Zu, what's the difference? As the ancients said, the emperor is subject to the same laws as the common people."

"Everyone is equal before the law. Whether you're an ordinary operator or a witch hunter, a violation is a violation. As judges, we absolutely cannot tolerate such behavior."

Yan Yong said impatiently, "This isn't a meeting, don't give me that bureaucratic talk! Don't you have any idea who a witch hunter is?!"

"We believe in equality for all, but we also believe in doing what is necessary in extraordinary times."

"Did the state create the position of witch hunter and grant them special privileges so that you would treat them all the same? You write down every little thing you can do. If you're so capable, next time there are illegal psychics committing crimes, you might as well step in and take their place!"

Seeing that his boss was getting angry, Wang Hui touched the bridge of his nose and didn't argue anymore. He just said dryly, "I was just following the rules and regulations. I didn't say I had to do anything to him."

"I just discovered these things, and I have to write them down. I can't just leave them unrecorded, can I? If you think it shouldn't be blown out of proportion, then we can leave it alone."

Yan Yong stared at Wang Hui for a while, his tone and gaze becoming serious: "Wang Hui, it's just the two of us here, let's be frank—are you targeting Chen Moxin because of personal issues?"

Wang Hui's heart tightened.

Even if he were right, he would never admit it: "Group Leader Yan, absolutely not. I'm only acting out of duty and principle, without any personal motives."

Whether Yan Yong truly believed him or simply didn't want to expose him directly, he said calmly, "I don't care what you think in your heart. In my view, rules are both rigid and flexible."

"Some people are ordinary people with average abilities who cannot make contributions. For them, they can only see the rigid side of the rules."

"Some people have connections, some have ability, and some have both connections and ability."

“When these people transgress the rules and the benefits they gain outweigh the cost of breaking the rules, or the cost of punishing them outweighs the cost of enforcing the rules, the flexibility in the rules will make concessions for them.”

"As someone in that position, it might not be right for me to say these things, but there's nothing I can do; that's just reality."

"So, I also advise you to stop picking fights with Chen Moxin. You two work in the same office and see each other every day."

Instead of constantly picking on him, why don't you politely invite him to a meal to reconcile? It's always better to have more friends than more enemies.

Yan Yong gave Wang Hui a dressing down, then dismissed him, citing other arrangements to be made later.

Wang Hui left the office, closed the door, and immediately felt a bit upset.

"Damn, is it really true that we can't take down Chen Moxin? I refuse to believe it!"

Wang Hui racked his brains, figuring out how to deal with his mortal enemy next.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something.

"I've got it... I'll go tell Mio's mom!"

“My parents work in court, so they’ll definitely find a way to say a few words to Mio’s mother.”

"I told them to pass a message to Mio's mother, saying that there is a hunter named Chen Moxin who is like a toad trying to eat swan meat. He is always being ambiguous with Mio, which is seriously affecting her daily work and life."

"That's the chief judge of the capital's Supreme Court. He could kill this kid with just a frown... Heh heh, Chen Moxin, let's see who can protect you this time!"

This brilliant idea made Wang Hui very pleased with himself, and he left humming a little tune.

He didn't notice that a pair of crimson eyes were silently watching him from the shadows behind him.

...

As evening fell, a heavy rain fell on the Twin Cities. Thick, leaden clouds rolled across the sky, dimming the light. The pattering raindrops pounded against the windows, making a dense and rapid pattering sound.

With only a few minutes left before the end of the workday, the bureau's office had already quietly changed; the printers had long since stopped working, and the filing cabinets were neatly closed.

Some people pretend to be working at their computers, but anime videos are playing in a small window on their screens.

Some people close their laptops early, wash and put away their water cups, and are ready to clock out and leave as soon as it's time to leave work.

Luo Lingyou went even further; she had even changed her clothes beforehand and was leaning back in her seat making a phone call.

"Hey, you've already booked the party villa? Great! I'll be off work in a few minutes, then I'll come over to find you."

Just as Wang Hui was staring at Luo Miaoyou's back as she made a phone call, lost in thought, she suddenly got up and walked over.

"Wang Hui, are you free after get off work later?"

“…Huh?” Wang Hui was stunned for a moment.

Since Luo Lingyou deleted him from her friends list, the two haven't spoken to each other.

Even someone as shameless as Wang Hui was ashamed of his clownish behavior and had no face to continue bothering her.

Therefore, he could only vent his jealousy on Chen Moxin, frantically reporting on this guy's misdeeds.

When Luo Miaoyou suddenly spoke to him today, Wang Hui almost thought it was a hallucination.

Looking into those jewel-like, rose-red eyes, Wang Hui's heart skipped a beat, and he stammered, "Uh...off work? Uh...oh...you're free? What's up?"

Luo Miaoyou looked at him earnestly and said in a slightly pleading tone, "I made plans to go to a house party with my friends tonight. I was planning to take the bus, but it's raining today and it's not very convenient to go out. Could you drive me to the bus stop?"

The others in the office immediately cast envious, jealous, and resentful glances at him.

Wang Hui's mind went completely blank for a moment. After regaining his senses, he was overjoyed and jumped up, saying, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Why take the bus? Where are you having a party? I'll drive you there!"

Hearing Wang Hui say that, Luo Miaoyou smiled and said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's on the top of Qishi Mountain. That place is quite far. It would probably take two or three hours to get there and back. I won't trouble you. I'll just take the bus."

This was the first time in his life he had received a request from Luo Lingyou, and he even had the opportunity to be alone with her in a car.

Let alone a round trip of two or three hours, he would gladly drive Luo Lingyou around the border of the empire.

"No trouble at all, really no trouble. I happen to have something to do nearby, and it's on my way, so you can ride with me." Wang Hui made up an excuse casually.

Luo Lingyou subconsciously tucked the hair behind her ear, pursed her lips, and smiled, "Then I'll trouble you."

Seeing Luo Miaoyou smile at him, Wang Hui felt even better than if he had been cheated on.

Even if I die now, it'll be worth it.

After get off work, Luo Miaoyou got into Wang Hui's car, and the two went together to Qishi Mountain in the northern suburbs.