69novels Chapter 210 What I hate most is accidents.
Chapter 210 What I hate most is accidents.
Chapter 210 What I hate most is accidents.
After seeing that Klein had accepted the "coincidental" commission, Lorne nodded slightly to express his "sincere" gratitude.
Thank you for your help.
He then handed Klein a slip of paper with a hotel address on it, saying, "Mr. Moriarty, I'll be staying here temporarily. If there's any emergency, you can come find me here."
"You—aren't you from Backlund?" Klein looked at the hotel address on the note, somewhat puzzled.
After all, Lorne Disenk is a native of Backlund. Since this Mr. Scott is his friend, he should most likely be a Backlund native as well. If so, why would he be staying at a hotel?
"I'm not from Backlund," Lorne explained with a smile. "I just came here to study. I met Lorne on my way to school."
Afterwards, the two briefly discussed the specific procedures for the commission. Lorne, having paid a £10 deposit, politely bid farewell to Mrs. Summer and Klein and left.
"What a polite young man," Mrs. Summer said approvingly, looking at Lorne's tall and straight back.
"Yes," Klein muttered to himself, "but it's a little too polite."
After leaving Minsk Street, Lorne turned into a deserted alley.
"He didn't notice me."
Sharon's ethereal, emotionless voice rang in his ears. "Hmm." Lorne nodded. "Although he's hiding it well, he should—be an Extraordinary as well."
What do you think of his abilities?
"Not bad," Sharon's voice came again.
Not bad—it must be at least Sequence 7 level. Lorne analyzed his bodyguard's words in his mind.
His reaction just now clearly shows that he had definitely investigated me beforehand.
Moreover, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before. But where exactly—where—have I seen him before?
"In his house," the bodyguard's voice rang out again, "there's the lingering scent of another extraordinary being who once lived there."
Sure enough, he had a partner—Lorne sighed inwardly. His plan wasn't actually that complicated. He simply wanted to use this commission to make the detective Sherlock Moriarty reveal his own flaws.
The most important point is that he wants to confirm whether the other party's investigation of him was just his personal action, or whether there was a huge organization behind him carrying out a planned operation.
In the forged letter, he specifically mentioned many locations where "Lorne" might appear. At the same time, at the end of the letter, he hinted that "Lorne" might leave Backlund again in the near future.
If this is an organized investigation, then, under time constraints, the best and safest approach is to employ a "human wave tactic," dispatching multiple people to various locations to simultaneously investigate and gather clues.
However, if this is merely his personal action, then he will most likely have no choice but to risk going to each location alone to conduct the investigation.
Considering the possibility of divination, he would also use some ritual magic to perform some counter-divination, of course, this was just a very rough test. In fact, once he confirmed it was safe, he could also consider meeting him under the true identity of "Lorndisonk". With this bodyguard lady present, capturing him alone shouldn't be a problem.
Sherlock Moriarty, sigh. Maybe he really is a time traveler, but judging from his unauthorized investigation of me, this possible fellow countryman is definitely not a good person.
"Be careful, he might be a cunning and ruthless character—" Lorne muttered to himself.
These words sounded like they were being spoken to himself, yet also like they were being spoken to the bodyguard.
He had already decided that if the worst-case scenario really happened, then—he would have no choice but to 'speak through spirits'!
Lorne clenched his fists.
After returning from the sea, he found himself seemingly—more ruthless than before.
Before we knew it, the sky was gradually darkening.
In a dark, foul-smelling alley in the East District.
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
Hugh Deer peered into the depths of the alley and shouted angrily at the blurry figure crouching on the ground.
The figure did not reply.
A cold wind blew by. A strong smell of blood wafted onto Hugh's face, making her feel intensely uneasy.
Crimson moonlight streamed down through the gaps in the clouds—it was... blood!
Hugh finally saw clearly the large patch of dark red, viscous blood on the ground deep in the alley. She instinctively took a few steps back.
Just then!
The figure that had been crouching suddenly turned around!
Under the crimson moonlight, it was a werewolf with sharp, blade-like claws and thick fur!
"ah-
Those eyes, filled with savagery and hunger, were fixed on Hugh! He exhaled a cloud of white mist mixed with the smell of blood.
The moment he saw Hugh, he smiled as if he had found his prey.
Meanwhile, Lorne and Sharon also arrived in the East District.
The first place he mentioned in his forged letter, where he planned to meet his "friend," was in this area of the East End.
Considering that Sherlock Moriarty might be coming here soon to investigate, he planned to come in advance to prepare and find a good vantage point for observation.
"Just in case, we might have to split up with the bodyguard. If we're just observing, there shouldn't be any danger—"
Lorne pondered his plan as he walked, but stopped after only a couple of steps, his brow furrowing slightly.
"There is danger nearby."
The bodyguard's ethereal voice rang in his ears.
This familiar feeling is typical of people from the "Rose School"!
Lorne's pupils contracted sharply, and he pulled out "Phantom" from his pocket, assuming a defensive posture.
After waiting a few seconds, he glanced behind him warily and asked casually:
"Did you come to see me, or—to see me?"
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"Breathing breath——.breathing smell"
She ran frantically through the dirty, narrow alley, panting heavily. A trickle of warm blood slowly dripped down her smooth forehead.
In the East District, she had never encountered such a terrifying monster as the one behind her!
Madness, terror. It left her helpless!
Her prized three-edged daggers couldn't pierce the monster's skin at all! Instead, she herself was scratched by its sharp claws during the exchange!
A series of excruciating, tearing pains were emanating from the wound!
She had felt a similar despair when she investigated the pirate general before, but that time Fors was there, and Fors had that magical "teleportation".
But today she is all alone—
Oh no! Am I really going to become this werewolf's food today?
I really shouldn't have come to this place alone at this time!
What the purifier said earlier was right! I really was cursed by some evil god! Otherwise, how could I have encountered such a terrifying thing? At this moment, she was filled with regret. She shouldn't have accepted the ghost investigation mission. At the same time, she cursed the evil god in her heart.
As she ran, she felt her steps growing heavier and heavier. The excruciating pain from her wound was rapidly spreading throughout her body.
"Breathe-"
She even felt that the werewolf behind her was simply toying with her. Like some cruel felines, it enjoyed toying with its prey before completely devouring it.
"Oh no!..."
Hugh, who was running in a panic, suddenly lost his footing and fell heavily onto the sewage-covered ground!
I can't just die here.
My mother and younger brother can't live without me.
She struggled to get up from the ground. But suddenly she heard a series of slow, steady footsteps.
Is that monster catching up?! No, that's not right! The footsteps are coming from ahead!
Hugh realized someone was coming! She immediately shouted with all her might, "Don't come any closer! It's dangerous here!"
"Run! Run!"
But the sound of footsteps didn't move away; instead, it got closer and closer.
Hugh struggled to lift his head and saw a young man with short black hair, holding a strangely shaped revolver, slowly walking towards him.
His expression was indifferent as his fingers twitched slightly.
With a "click," he pulled back the hammer of the pistol.
Amidst Hugh's shocked and bewildered gaze, the young man slowly raised his hand, aiming the dark muzzle of the gun at it—
She was lying on the ground!
How could this be—Hugh's thoughts were instantly jolted.
"Bang!"
A black flame whistled past her ear! It struck the werewolf squarely in the chest as it lunged at her!
Without pausing, Lorne continued to pull the trigger! At the same time, he took out two purification talismans that he had prepared beforehand, activated them, and threw them directly at the werewolf that was howling in pain!
"ah--!!!"
The werewolf let out a painful howl! His body was enveloped in golden light, scorching out wisps of acrid black smoke!
Before Lorne could make another move, the werewolf, which had been berserk, suddenly froze in place.
A moment later, it slowly extended its sharp claws and, in an extremely bizarre manner, fiercely twisted them towards its neck, which was covered with black mane!
"Kapomi!"
The filthy, dark red blood splattered all over the ground like a fountain.
Is this... being possessed by the bodyguard?
The conflict between the temperance and indulgence factions is truly legendary. Lorne, who is quite ruthless when he gets going, understands the power of the "vengeful spirits" and quickly grasps the situation before him.
"Hey, are you alright?" Lorne turned around and looked at the girl who was still lying on the ground, seemingly stunned, and offered her hand.
"It's alright, not bad." Hugh, still half asleep, grabbed Lorne's outstretched hand and was pulled up from the ground.
"Ouch, that hurts!" Hugh gradually felt the physical pain as he came back to his senses from his daze.
This is—the person who asked me to perform an exorcism at that gathering before?
What a coincidence!
Daring to wander around here at this hour, you're small but pretty bold.
By the red moonlight, Lorne finally recognized Hugh's appearance.
However, Hugh didn't seem to recognize him. After all, the environment was too dark. In addition, his appearance had been slightly altered with camouflage cufflinks. Therefore, the other party did not realize that the person who saved him was the "liar" who had previously exorcised him.
Lorne activated his "spiritual vision" and glanced at Hugh, discovering that a faint, ominous black layer was attached to the surface of her spirit body.
Was he poisoned? Lorne immediately recalled his experience of being slashed by "Iron" McVitie.
It seems that attacks along this route all come with a special toxin, similar to a curse.
After thinking for two seconds, he took out a "Sun" talisman from his pocket.
"Light!"
A ray of warm sunlight once again emanated from the talisman, bathing the wary Hugh in its warmth.
Hugh felt a sudden warmth spread throughout his body. The excruciating pain that had been spreading through the wound gradually subsided.
Seeing Hugh's relaxed and contented expression, Lorne nodded.
As expected, this special toxin, which resembles a curse, can be directly purified by the power of the "sun".
"Um, thank you for saving me—" Hugh snapped out of his daze and was about to thank the mysterious person who had saved his life.
However, a final, unwilling roar suddenly interrupted her.
"Meow—"
Is it about to end? ———
Lorne glanced at the werewolf beside him, which was gradually losing its life force. He turned to the still somewhat shaken young lady beside him and said gently, "Kind lady, this is merely a reward for your kindness just now. Now, you may leave—"
"Okay, thank you."
"Oh, right." Just as Hugh was about to leave, Lorne suddenly added.
What happened tonight is a secret between the two of us.
"I can't tell anyone~"
"I understand."
After Dai Xiu's figure completely disappeared at the end of the alley, Lorne turned around and looked at the werewolf corpse, which was covered in wounds, and shook his head slightly.
A gust of cold wind blew from behind him. Lorne knew it was his bodyguard returning.
"The spoils are all yours," Lorne said, showing no intention of competing for them.
"By the way, have you figured out why he's here?" he asked.
"It was just an accident," came the ethereal, emotionless voice.
Accident-
What I hate most is accidents—
He encountered an accident in Tingen, another at sea, and now, back in Backlund, another accident has occurred.
It's true that you can encounter unexpected events wherever you go.
Hou Lorne sighed and muttered a few complaints in his mind.
"Official personnel may come."
"Yes, I know." Lorne nodded.
He didn't know much else, but he'd seen plenty of the kind of people who took the punishment for others during his time at sea.
Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly felt a jolt.
"Madam, have you felt any gaze upon you?"