Amidst the chaos, someone noticed the figure in the sky and trembled as they pointed:

"There's a monster up there!"

People looked up, and upon seeing the woman's appearance, an inexplicable fear arose in their hearts, akin to the primal fear of darkness in ancient times, a fear born from the deepest instincts.

Feeling the emotions directed at her, the expression of the woman in the rain slowly changed. Her kind and gentle countenance faded away, and her thin face seemed to tear apart, revealing a bizarre grin that stretched to her ears, with mud continually rolling out from the cracks, and her hollow black eyes held only dead silence mixed with mockery.

She slowly extended her hand, and her slender arm was far out of proportion to a normal person. Her two hands formed a gesture as if taking a photograph, aiming at one of the figures below who was looting amidst the chaos, as her thumb and forefinger mimicked pressing a camera shutter.

A terrifying scene unfolded; with the torrential rain exploding into a waterfall, the figure within the finger frame vanished in a flash of blinding white light, leaving only a neatly severed arm falling to the ground, clutching the stolen bag, the blood quickly dyeing the rainwater red.

"Bitter..."

The woman's eyes narrowed, revealing an expression that was hard to tell if it was pleasure or discomfort.

"So bitter, so bitter..."

Another flash of white light flickered, and the robber's accomplice was severed at the waist, the cut equally neat, with blood mist bursting and flesh tumbling, the entire lower half collapsing forward and kneeling on the ground with a thud.

"Still so bitter, and hard to swallow..." The woman's expression twisted, mud continuously flowing from her seven orifices.

"You're sweet."

Beside her, the girl emitted a sharp scream as she watched the figure in the sky aiming the finger frame at her, and she knelt on the ground, her body refusing to obey, unable to stand due to extreme fear.

As she screamed and covered her face, a young figure appeared timely, placing a hand on her shoulder, and the two disappeared from the original location.

The next instant, the rain curtain exploded into a waterfall, water droplets bursting apart, and amidst the shrill sirens, the girl slowly opened her eyes, slightly stunned upon seeing the young man beside her.

"Run quickly."

Jian Liu calmly lifted his hand from the girl's shoulder, his black trench coat drenched and hanging from his shoulder, holding an umbrella reduced to half its original size, facing the eerie and mocking gaze of the woman in the sky.

The young man's voice, not too light nor too heavy, reminded the girl, who promptly nodded and ran off quickly.

After confirming the girl and nearby people had left, Jian Liu slightly relaxed, standing alone under the gray sky to confront the legendary rain woman's tale.

Jian Liu methodically issued instructions to the other members of Dawn Society:

"You should maintain control of the situation, preventing further escalation of the chaos. The target, 'Rain Woman,' is a hazardous tale and might advance to Disaster Level by consuming people's fear. Everything here is under my control."

"You are..." The woman's throat rolled before she smiled broadly, "That's not important. What's important is, you're sweet."

She then aimed the finger frame at the young man again, noticing the latter neither dodged nor avoided, simply gripping the sharpened umbrella shaft, his dark-ringed eyes showing a hint of sharpness as she sneered, pressing her hands together like a shutter!

At the last moment of the white flash's arrival, Jian Liu moved, not attempting to escape the woman's finger frame, but slightly turning his body, with his entire arm disappearing in the blinding white light, a waterfall of blood and rain exploding.

"Sour, sour..."

The features on the woman's face twisted, as if she had tasted something filthy, making her face extremely ugly, while Jian Liu, in contrast, had one empty arm, with only a ragged sleeve remaining where his arm had been.

"What an awful sour taste!"

The woman shrieked strangely, lunging at the young man standing still, slightly pale yet calmly, as though intending to tear him apart.

"Is the director going to be alright?"

A member of Dawn Office, who had come to stabilize the situation, asked with concern, while a veteran colleague laughed in reply:

"You should ask, will the tale consuming the director's flesh have any issues? Seeing that creature truly swallowed the director's body, I knew it was over."

Just as the woman's hand was about to touch Jian Liu, ready to rip apart his unflinching face, her entire tall body suddenly stopped in its tracks, then fell heavily into the rain, splashing a large swath of rain flowers.

"What did you do..."

The woman's hair spread out, covering her pale face, faintly revealing large, worm-like blue veins writhing over her skin, which at that moment were throbbing wildly.

"The tale's poison." Jian Liu gripped the sharpened umbrella handle and walked to the woman's side, his consumed arm astonishingly regenerating, its skin as transparent as jade, akin to a newborn entering this world.

The voice trembled, intermittent, as she uttered a child's low plea.

"... Let me go, I didn't do anything wrong, let me go..."

"Not a trace of remorse indeed, letting go of tales is something I cannot do."

Jian Liu smiled, just as he intended to thrust the sharpened umbrella handle into the woman's chest, an unexpected gunshot alerted him.

As a bullet hole appeared in the woman's head, her face showed a bizarre expression of happiness and relief, her form disintegrating into countless black and white butterflies wafting into the air.

In the earlier chaos, more than one tale was born. Jian Liu turned his gaze toward the alleyway.

He saw a figure clutching a finely engraved white-patterned pistol, dressed in funeral attire, with a head replaced by a large white butterfly with black patterns, slowly emerging from the rainy mist. Jian Liu's expression grew unprecedentedly solemn, his fingertips gently tapping on the communication screen.

The members of Dawn Society were all taken aback; only when facing extremely high-risk sudden events would the president issue withdrawal orders through Morse code, indicating the situation could spiral out of control at any moment, and they should maximize the preservation of their forces.

From afar, members of Dawn Society raised their heads toward the cloud-laden sky, with rumbling thunder shaking the entire heavens.

What exactly happened to the president over there?

The solemn and mysterious atmosphere dripped like ink onto the silence, allowing no frivolity, with life and death lingering around the fluttering white butterfly with black patterns. Upon closer inspection, the raindrops falling from the sky were not truly landing on his funeral attire, as an invisible airflow separated the rain curtain.

He did not attack Jian Liu but walked to a dismembered corpse, the sound of his black leather boots splashing water echoed loudly and heavily in the gray world.

The white butterfly with black wings gently vibrated, the pattern on its wings lamenting the passing of life or perhaps Heaven's compassion for all the suffering and tragedies of this world.

He pointed another pistol engraved with black patterns at the corpse, firing, and the tattered body transformed into countless black and white butterflies.

With the third gunshot, the last deceased's fallen arm also turned into butterflies fluttering away; he never attacked any present individual nor expressed any malice, only deeply bowing to everyone before disappearing back into the shadows of the building, as silently and mysteriously as when he arrived.

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