69novels Chapter 121 The Lonely Soul
Chapter 121 The Lonely Soul
Chapter 121 The Lonely Soul
Raphael and "Postman Amon" had a pleasant conversation, but Raphael could also sense that he was now teetering on the edge of danger.
This is the norm in the extraordinary world; higher-level beings can crush lower-level extraordinary beings as easily as crushing an ant.
However, Raphael enjoyed it and found it very exciting.
"Postman Amon" felt that he had truly met an interesting person because he sensed Raphael's desire for excitement, and this was something that couldn't be faked.
However, after receiving the spiritual reminder, "Postman Amon" decided against stealing Raphael's fate. Although he enjoyed seeking thrills, it was only within a controllable scope. He would be foolish to steal fate if his spirituality caused him trouble.
The two chatted as they arrived at the subway station entrance.
Raphael noticed that the panicked people around him "spontaneously" made way for him and the man with the monocle.
This further convinced him that the person next to him was of a high caliber.
"I know you're acting, not just playing a prank," "Postman Amon" added. "But your idea is good. I hope I can be an audience member next time you act."
"No problem," Raphael agreed. "How can I contact you?"
"Postman Amon" smiled and said, "You don't need to contact me first. As long as you agree, I will be there when you start acting."
He exploited a "loophole" in the conversation between the two: if Raphael agreed, he would be a member of the audience for the next performance. As an audience member, he would naturally receive information about the "performance" before it began.
Raphael nodded: "I also hope that my work can be shared with those who understand it."
The two men approached "Postman Amon's" bicycle and held out a hand: "Amon, what about you?"
Raphael suddenly felt a pang of fear; the name sounded familiar, yet also dangerous.
However, he skillfully concealed his discomfort: "Raphael Collins."
The two shook hands, and "Postman Amon" said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Raphael smiled and said, "Me too."
Then "Postman Amon" said goodbye, got on his bicycle, and left.
Raphael watched the other person's retreating figure: "Danger, loneliness."
He smiled. It was no wonder they got along so well; they were both lonely.
Raphael often felt that no one understood him, which is why he frequently chatted with the two puppets.
Watching "Postman Amon" leave, Raphael glanced at the chaotic street again. The police were already maintaining order, and he estimated that the official Extraordinary Ones would arrive soon. So he left with the panicked crowd.
Because there were too many people on the platform at the time, the official extraordinary individuals simply did not have time to sign confidentiality agreements with everyone, so this matter will definitely spread to a wider range.
After boarding the carriage, Raphael took a deep breath, already feeling the first wave of feedback from his role-playing, and he was sure this feedback would continue for some time.
He estimated that after playing the role two or three more times, the "living corpse" potion would be completely digested.
Connaught Avenue subway station falls under the jurisdiction of "substitutes".
After receiving the report, a team of "punishers" quickly arrived at the scene.
The team leader was Simian, who was the first to arrive at the scene during the previous "Werewolf Incident." He had two team members: "The Wrathful People" Mand and "Sailor" Bowers.
They immediately conducted a preliminary investigation of the scene, and Simian quickly discovered: "This 'person' was already dead before skinning himself, and—and he seems to have undergone some 'treatment' to allow the skin to easily separate from the flesh."
Mand paused for a moment, then asked, "So what just happened was a performance by a corpse?"
This is even stranger.
Simian nodded.
Mand clenched his fist: "Damn it! Did they really think that once the war started, the 'Punishers' wouldn't have the energy to handle extraordinary cases?"
He roared, "This is provocation! Blatant provocation!"
Simian didn't say anything, but squatted down and quietly looked at the corpse whose upper body had no skin. If you ignored the fact that it had no skin, it really looked like it was asleep.
The captain of the "substitute punishment" team felt that things wouldn't be that simple.
Seeing that the captain didn't react, and noticing that his colleague Bowers was also deep in thought, Mand asked loudly, "Don't you think this is provocation?"
Simian remained silent, but he felt that the other party was not simply being provocative.
Bowers said, "I've seen the police's statements to the witnesses. If it were a provocation, they shouldn't have made things so complicated."
"Tearing up flags bearing the 'Storm Emblem' in public, or smashing artifacts engraved with the 'Storm Emblem,' makes the provocation process much simpler."
Mand gave a somewhat annoyed "hmm," then asked his colleague, "How did you come up with these infuriating things?"
Bowles chuckled awkwardly and said, "I was simply making this assumption from the perspective of a prisoner."
Simian suddenly stood up: "Go contact 'Night Watchers' and 'Mechanical Heart' to see if they've received similar cases."
Mande and Powers exchanged a glance, realizing that the matter might be more complicated than they had anticipated.
Raphael returned to the apartment and opened the door to find a letter on the floor inside.
The letters usually placed here were slipped in by Carter through the crack in the door.
The door closed again, and Raphael glanced at the envelope in the dimly lit room. On it was a note written by Carter: "Sent by Dawn Dantes' butler."
It seems that Dantès returned to his villa and heard about my visit, so this demigod sent his butler with a letter.
He opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.
Although the light was dim, it did not hinder his reading.
The letter was simple: 9:10, Burningham Road at the intersection of Townsend Street.
It was obviously at this time and place that they met.
Raphael took out his pocket watch and checked it; there was still time for dinner.
He cooked himself a bowl of noodles and ate it while it was still hot.
After finishing the meal, he regretted it a little because his stomach was very cold, and he felt uncomfortable after eating so much hot food.
Raphael put his hat on again, donned his trench coat, and went out.
Actually, he is no longer afraid of the cold and doesn't need a windbreaker, but since everyone outside is wearing one, he would stand out if he didn't.
We boarded a horse-drawn carriage and arrived at the crossroads around nine o'clock.
The crossroads was large but rather remote, and only occasionally did carriages pass by. Shortly after alighting, Raphael saw a carriage approaching and stopping in front of him.
The car door opened, and inside sat Dawn Dantes, a man with deep-set eyes.