"What's going on?" Peter asked a technician around him. The latter was wearing a white coat. In fact, there were multiple white coats on the scene, and three people had already gone up to check the prisoner's physical condition.

"Oh, vision has a strong stimulation to the brain. Sir, you may know that photosensitive epilepsy... Some people, under strong flash stimulation, the stimulation of the optic nerve triggers nerve spasms in the brain and may cause coma."

"Oh, I've heard of it." It seems that I have seen similar news or something.

"Yes, this weapon undoubtedly takes advantage of this." The technician replied. "But we don't understand the principle behind it. At present, it can only be said that if light is shining on human eyes at a specific frequency and brightness, it will cause humans to become coma, blind or lose their ability to move. In short, it can effectively disable people. Obviously, this weapon has excellent advantages."

"It's true. Very good." You know without asking, this weapon has obvious effect and is very cheap. Because this gun is actually just a flashlight. It has a broad prospect for use, even ordinary soldiers occasionally need non-destructive weapons. And whether it is a rubber bullet or anything else, it costs nothing, and this kind of thing has zero cost and zero load. Of course, it can also be used as a self-defense weapon, just like an anti-wolf spray. But it is obviously much better than anti-wolf spray.

While speaking, the second tester had been photographed by a pistol for a round. The results this time were slightly different. The tester was not in a coma, but was just circling around and shouting, "I can't see! I can't see!"

"Oh, it seems..." Although Peter thought this weapon was good, what should he say? This is not a weapon test site. Why was this thing sent here for testing? Isn't this a bureau established for...supernatural abilities?

"Don't you think this weapon is good?" asked the commissioner.

"It's very good, but why..." Peter had to raise his own question. It is of course a good thing to have such non-destructive weapons, which proves the United States' strong strength in high-tech. But in the end, does this matter have anything to do with them? Or does this colorful gun involve supernatural abilities?

Some technicians were busy collecting data. Peter noticed that they were whispering to each other in excitement. He couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about, but they were obviously very satisfied with it.

"There is a theory that supernatural abilities are closely related to our brains. According to this hypothesis, all humans have the potential of supernatural abilities. But because the human brain has been evolving, it has covered or degenerated this part of the abilities. It's a pity," the commissioner picked up the gun and fired another shot at the tester in front of him. The colorful light ejected from the muzzle, and the tester fell down, his body was stiff and unable to move, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably, but he looked sober.

"Our neurology is still developing very slowly, and there are too many unknown mysteries in our brains that cannot be explained. And these unknown fields are likely to be hidden in the supernatural abilities we are struggling to find."

"But what does this have to do with... this kind of colorful gun?" The intelligence official was still a little puzzled. Although he was an expert, he was not a professional. Experts were not omnipotent. He was no different from ordinary people in terms of content outside his knowledge.

He noticed that the first tester had been helped up. He had not received any treatment methods just now... It can be seen that this weapon has not been effective for a long time. It is about five or six minutes. But considering that it is a flashlight, the effect is already very satisfactory. And if it is aimed at self-defense, this time is enough.

"You have heard of it just now... the principle of this weapon is to stimulate the human brain visually. It is already very mature." The commissioner raised his gun and shot it again, and another person fell down. This time the effect was blind and spasm. "There is no doubt that this involves complex neural theories and requires a lot of experiments to complete. I don't know where our Heidi and Miss Hamilton got the data, but we have reason to think that she should hand it over to us. After all, the United States urgently needs information in this regard. And patriotism is the obligation of every citizen."

"But..." Although this statement makes sense, it still feels very far-fetched. Especially for this kind of experimental data, these data are the hard work of others, and it should not be easy for the government to take it directly.

But on the other hand, he suddenly understood the previous call. So that's it, a project of Miss Heidi Hamilton was stuck with the commissioner.

"What if Miss Heidi disagrees?" he asked suddenly.

"Then this kind of colorful gun will never be licensed." The commissioner smiled and said confidently. "But I don't think she is so stupid. Based on my experience, it should take a long time and a lot of money from the initial theory to the experiment to the final results. Now it's time to get it. If this thing is licensed, I believe it will be a best-seller worldwide. Patent licensing alone can make money and make money."

While speaking, he sprayed a colorful light again at the first tester who had just recovered. The latter was hit again and fell to the ground.

Peter has to admit that this is very likely. No, it should be said to be inevitable. This thing is so easy to use.

"Where did this Miss Heidi get this data from? Who is she?"

"I can only answer the former, I don't know." The commissioner replied. "Does the latter... What we know is that she may be a genius."

"genius?"

"The kind with an IQ may reach more than 200." said the commissioner. "Have memory far beyond normal people, analytical and judgmental skills, thinking skills and reasoning skills. Unfortunately, Wall Street has never lacked fallen geniuses." He said the last sentence meaningfully. While speaking, he walked past the body where the first tester fell to the ground. As mentioned earlier, he had just recovered and got another shot. At this time, his whole body was twitching again, trying to stretch out a hand, but he didn't know what he wanted to hold.

He walked over directly to that hand.

"I don't know what our Miss Heidi is doing now."

She stretched out her hand again.

The dim light shone on the young man, his hair was like gold, and his drooping face was invisible under the dim light, but there was a faint cold light like porcelain. The snow-white cloak embroidered with a red cross fell from his shoulders to his feet, revealing his slender and straight back line.

"Is this... the Crusader?" Heidi was a little amazed. The other party played so perfectly that she almost thought she had traveled through time and returned to the Middle Ages.

He knelt on one knee, and the metal armor jingled. "It's your knight."

Heidi reached out and helped him up with a little surprise. The man held her arm with a look, clenched it gently, and then relaxed immediately. "Don't worry."

"It's my first time..." Heidi was a little uneasy. He played it perfectly, but she could only say it was very ordinary. She tried hard to play herself as Snow White, but she knew that she was not wearing makeup at all. She was not good at dressing up, and in fact she never had the conditions to dress up. The girls in the class who knew how to dress up would make her secretly envious. Of course, in her past days, she never thought that one day she would attend a costume party. This was a game that only the upper class had.

Maybe she should ask her makeup artist to help, she is professional in this regard. Unfortunately, she doesn't want outsiders to know about it.

"It's okay, the costume party is actually very simple." The man whispered in her ear. "With me by your side, you can feel at ease."

The two of them walked into the hall. On the other hand, a vampire was wearing a medieval dress with two red spots on the corners of her mouth, as if she had just finished her meal, and the blood left by the prey left marks on the corners of his lips. On the side was a succubus - her shoes were made like hooves, and it was really hard to tell if she didn't look at them a few more times. At the same time, her breasts were exaggeratedly clad with clothes, charming and lewd.

"Hi, Luke. Your companion?" The vampire took the initiative to greet the Knight. "Beautiful Princess."

The Knight smiled lazy and conceitedly. "Your is not bad, the charming succubus."

"Haha..." The two men laughed together.

Heidi didn't know if this was a regular scene, so she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and subconsciously bit her lower lip. Her white teeth slid across her pale but moist lips, pressing down the light marks. She clearly felt that she was not suitable for this environment. Everything here, from people's smiles to the bands in the distance, from the quiet and careful steps of the waiters to the bottles of wine they held, was so strange. She had an instinctive sense of fear.

But the Luke Knight beside her had reached out to hold her five fingers, then carefully lowered her head, and dropped her lips to the back of her hand. His lips were pressed against the skin on the back of her hand without any obstruction. The young man's lips were not very soft, probably because of the windy and dry weather recently. But the slight rough touch doubled her perception, which made the kissing etiquette smell a bit unspeakable.

Perhaps because of his own mental turmoil, Heidi didn't even notice how long the other person's lips stayed.

"Let's go in." The Knight took her hand and officially walked into the dance.

The atmosphere of the masquerade party is much better than expected. Especially when you really get involved in it. The hall is lighted and candles at the same time. The faint smoke comes out from the tip of the candle flames, and special spices are mixed in to make the room smell like nothingness floating. The two of them circle a song on the dance floor and then sit down next to them.

The ambiguous light makes it particularly dim. More than a couple of men and women choose a corner and whisper.

When Luke sat down beside him, Heidi opened her mouth to say something, but her throat was dry and tight, and she couldn't make any sound.

Perhaps because she noticed her struggled look, the young man named Luke got up and poured a glass of water himself. The party actually used a silver cup.

He handed the silver cup to Heidi, who reached out to take it, but his fingertips accidentally rubbed past the other person's fingers.

Heidi lowered her head and pretended to drink water to avoid the other person's gaze. But when she took a sip and looked up, the other person also happened to look at her at this moment. Her eyes met, and both of them seemed to be stunned. She subconsciously remembered that she had not thanked the glass of water, but when she wanted to thank her, the words she wanted to say remained on the tip of her tongue, and she couldn't even make the first syllable. So she twitched her lips a few times, and finally pulled out a smile that was undistinguishable.

The knight's pupils seemed to shrink, and he lowered his golden eyelashes, and his tight lip line gradually relaxed. When he raised his eyes again, Luke seemed very calm, as if he had finally made a decision to weigh for a long time. He reached out his hand quietly, his palm first touched the back of her hand, then followed his wrist, swept his arms all the way up, and stopped on her shoulders.

If there was a feeling of non-existence, the light sleeves were transmitted, and the scattered dots were connected into lines, connecting the throbbing like electric currents. Heidi subconsciously shrank his shoulders, and Luke's thumbs stroked along the outline of her shoulders, making her curled shoulder lines stretch again. Before she could react, he suddenly brought her into his arms.

It was an unexpected hug. It was the first time Luke took the initiative to hold her in this way. He hugged her tightly, ironing her body temperature, and they could even feel each other's rapid heartbeat and breathing.

The two of them quietly maintained a hugging posture for a moment.

Luke leaned forward, and Heidi stretched out a finger to resist. But his lips were pressed against her index finger, and his fingertips slowly rubbed against his lips, as if he was about to convey the touch printed on his fingertips. It seemed like a kiss but not a kiss, this was a very ambiguous action.

"Heidi," he said in a dreamy voice. "I love you."

Some kind of girlish instinct made Heidi stand up, or her heartbeat was almost at a point where she could not control her. She didn't know how to describe this feeling, but she felt that she was about to drown. She wanted to calm down, wanted...

"You want to go back?" Luke whispered. "I'll give you it."

He helped her, who was already weak, walk out of the venue. There was a dark alley next to the venue. Although it was dark, it was very clean. When he helped her to the edge of the alley, he suddenly pressed her with force and leaned her against the wall of the alley.

A brief colorful light erupted past. The Crusader rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Heidi wanted to scream, but at the last moment she covered her mouth with her hands. "Mary..." she murmured softly.

In front of him was the little girl. God knew where she came from, or she had been hiding here early in the morning. Mary was wearing a white short-sleeved skirt with a pair of wings behind her back. But half of the middle part of the wings was dyed red from the end.

"You are..."

"See," the little girl showed off her wings. "Oh angel of revenge."
Chapter completed!