allendalepharm Chapter 321 I Will Come Find You
Chapter 321 I Will Come Find You
Chapter 321 I Will Come Find You
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Half a minute later, Lorne slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, gradually calming his somewhat agitated emotions.
He turned around and looked at Klein, who was standing to the side, and Dr. Allen, who was still slumped on the ground. Both of them wore expressions of undisguised surprise.
"I'm sorry, seeing this scene made me lose control of my emotions. It reminded me of—that night at the Capin Villa." Lorne offered a seemingly reasonable explanation with an apologetic smile.
"Hmm—after all, Scott must have seen something similar that day." Klein nodded, indicating his understanding. He walked up to Dr. Allen, bent down, and extended his hand, saying, "There's nothing to be afraid of; he's already dead."
"—It's precisely because he's dead that he's frightening." Dr. Allen's emotions calmed down slightly. He didn't accept Klein's help, but instead pushed himself up.
"This outfit is dirty, it's a shame," Klein thought with a pang of heartache as he looked at the other person's expensive suit, which was covered in mud and grass clippings.
Seeing that Dr. Allen still looked shaken, he smiled and offered another suggestion: "In times like these, praying to your god will have a good effect."
"That's right." Lorne agreed. Whether it works or not, it at least provides some psychological comfort.
"Really?" Dr. Allen paused for a moment, then tapped his chest four times clockwise, and whispered, "Goddess of the Night, more sublime than the stars, more enduring than eternity, your devout follower, I beseech your favor—"
Klein also pretended to gesture the triangular emblem in front of his chest and muttered incantations.
Should I pray too? — Seeing this, Lorne tapped his chest four times as well.
"Goddess of the Night, your devout—you not so devout—your future devout follower, begs for your favor."
The thought that he was a pseudo-believer who had barely been to church made it impossible for him to utter the full name of the Goddess of Night.
"I won't just disappear into the night one day," he thought uncertainly.
"Let's call the police!" Klein suggested.
His spiritual intuition told him that the highly decomposed corpse before him was most likely Will Unsettin himself. As for the truth behind his death—he had initially planned to go back and perform divination above the gray fog, but upon closer reflection, he realized that matters involving high-sequence beings were far too dangerous, and it was best to leave it to the authorities.
"Call the police—" Lorne pursed his lips, then nodded.
He looked at the corpse again and activated his spiritual vision.
There were no signs of life; he was indeed dead, and had been dead for a long time.
Was I just affected? By the presence of a high-order sequence with the same pathway?
So this Will Unsett is really a high-sequence extraordinary being of the "Fate" pathway, or at least a demigod.
Unexpectedly, he really is a wicked little devil who likes to act young.
He actually died just like that—for some reason, Lorne didn't feel much fear, but rather an indescribable sense of unease.
It's like a delicious meal that's almost in your mouth, but is suddenly knocked over and covered in dirt.
About twenty minutes later, the three arrived at the interrogation room of a nearby police station.
Because of Lorne's recent fame, the ordinary police officers were very polite to the three of them after recognizing him. However, they showed complete disbelief in the story the three told them.
To dream of a little boy appearing in your dream, and then dig up a corpse—that's just too absurd.
However, when the police officer in charge of the interrogation went out for a walk and returned, he immediately changed his attitude. He stated that the three men were not suspicious and only needed to sign a statement to leave.
Dr. Allen was quite surprised, but Klein and Lorne understood. They knew it must have been an official Extraordinary who had intervened.
"I'm a celebrity now, so the church and MI9 shouldn't make things too difficult for me," Lorne thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Fors Wall, dressed in an elegant black dress and wearing a black soft hat, entered the rather quiet cemetery and came to Mrs. Anlissa's grave.
Here she met Mr. Lawrence, the brother of Mrs. Anlisa's husband, whom she had met once before. After showing her kindness and compassion, she received a request—one that might change the course of her life.
"Will Unsett is dead."
"Will Unsett is dead."
Watching the pendulum in his hand slowly turn clockwise, Lorne sighed.
"He's really dead—but why do I keep feeling like something's not right?"
Although he had already seen the other person's corpse with his own eyes, Lorne had a strong premonition—
Will Unsettin might not really be dead. He's still somewhere he doesn't know, waiting for him to find him. After lying on the chair for a while, he stood up, put away his pendulum, took a coin out of his pocket, and tossed it upwards.
After seeing that the coin landed heads up, he set up the spiritual wall and then took out the simple wooden box from his personal space.
Ever since he encountered a series of accidents following the instructions on the note inside the box, he has rarely used this magical item.
But in the current situation, this box might be of some use. At the very least, it can provide some reference.
"How can I find Will?" he asked softly, looking at the box.
Feeling the depletion of his spiritual energy, Lorne frowned slightly.
As I expected, the higher the sequence, the more spiritual energy it consumes.
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However, to Lorne's surprise, this time, after paying a considerable amount of spirituality, no note appeared inside the box.
"Could this mean—Will is really dead?"
"No, that's not right. If that were the case, it should have reminded me of something related to the corpse. Or it should have produced a blank sheet of paper, just like before. It's impossible for it to consume its spiritual energy and then have no reaction at all."
"Is it being interfered with? Or is it that—Will's current state is no longer observable?"
"Whichever possibility it is, it proves that Will definitely has a problem!"
After putting the box back into his personal storage space, he took out a paper crane. It was the one Will Unsett had left behind.
After examining it carefully and finding nothing, he suddenly had the idea of destroying the origami crane.
"No," he quickly rejected the impulse, "If I just tear it up, there'll be no room for negotiation. What if it really does have some crucial function—"
After thinking it over, Lorne took a pencil out of the pen holder and looked at the surface of the origami cranes.
"What should I write?" He fiddled with the pencil in his hand, unsure of where to begin.
"Say hello? Or—uh—"
Suddenly, a thrilling and daring idea popped into his mind.
"How about writing a sentence?"
"I will come to find you."