Chapter 236 Unidentifiable
"There won't be a next time, understand?"
Sheen felt like a nanny, forced to care for this delusional ace operative. She angrily returned to the driver's seat, placing the pendant in the glove compartment while silently cursing He Yu, that bastard. She was utterly disgusted, especially by these so-called authority figures. Five years ago, Eoubs had specifically created this group to symbolize status and supreme ability, to prove they were truly successful.
Since then, they have spent a lot of money and resources claiming that this is to clear away the disaster caused by the taboo of the fluctuation layer. But now, there is such a "great person" living on in the world, like a monster that suddenly appeared in your nest in your childhood, which is very torturous and hard to get used to.
But what could she do? Behind her was an anomaly, who, because of being abandoned by Eoubs, having endured too many missions, or experiments, or indiscriminate killings, had become a madman devoid of reason and logic.
From the shadows behind me came a low, ancient melody, like a story patiently soothing a child to sleep, but from another desolate world.
She glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that the man had started rummaging through the remaining items in his cotton-padded coat pockets again, observing them with great interest and a mixture of patience and amazement.
He's just stirring up trouble for no reason. It's a typical problem left over from the privileged class. Even when he's gone mad, he hasn't forgotten this personality trait.
In Bell Hera's hand, Sheen saw two movie tickets, three special bullets, some change, an Aquarius-themed button... Then she couldn't be bothered to look at it anymore. She couldn't even remember when she had stuffed those things in there. Anyway, they were meaningless things that should have been thrown into the trash heap, things that didn't interest her at all.
The madwoman, however, wore an excited expression, as if she had found a priceless treasure.
This is truly frustrating. It has to be said that the nanny's identity is rather nauseating. Sheen feels as if her inner self has been assimilated by this person. She begins to regret taking on this errand job. She would rather stay inside the Heavenly Gospel and continue to play dumb. Sometimes waking up is not a good thing.
She thought for a moment, then turned on the heater and the car music. Classical dance music quickly filled the entire car interior; it was hard to imagine that a drunkard like Fitz would like this style. The good news, however, was that Sheen could finally ignore the person in the back seat and treat them as a puppet.
The moment the soothing music started, she noticed in the rearview mirror that Bel Hera suddenly looked up, but quickly looked down again and continued fiddling with the pile of trash—she might like the country-style tune, but it didn't matter; this person was clearly used to being manipulated, like being moved from one place to another.
Sheen listened to classical, elegant music as she drove through the white, snowy night. Looking back, excluding the time spent with Ethan, this was probably the most peaceful moment she'd experienced. Her memory was excellent; she knew the way back, so this mess would soon be over.
She saw warning signs flashing by—they were nothing more than reminders to drive carefully in the heavy snow. It was late at night outside, and all those tedious illusions were gone, replaced by a peaceful atmosphere of returning home.
This made her even more eager to go back, have a drink, take some drugs, and complain to Lu Jin about how annoying that idiot in the back seat was.
Sheen rarely runs errands for others; the reason she was assigned this task was simply because her own characteristics were well-suited to survival in Block N23. According to the data Pandora retrieved, the temperature in this hellish place can sometimes be ridiculously low, enough to freeze a person into an ice sculpture, and at the molecular level—this is no joke.
But the overall difficulty is not too high. You just need to go to a forgotten area, find a similarly deserted mental hospital, and bring out a very obedient madman.
Thinking of this, she glanced at the rearview mirror again. The guy in the back seat had fallen asleep sometime earlier, leaning against the window. Sheen breathed a sigh of relief. Please, she really hoped he could sleep all the way out of N23 block, and not cause any trouble.
The rest of the time went very smoothly.
She drove for about forty minutes. Because of the slow speed, she was also lamenting that the road was even more desolate than when she came. She hadn't encountered any warning signs or signs in the past ten minutes. The road was pitch black on both sides, and the visibility was still very low. She couldn't see anything more than five meters away.
It gives you the feeling of being in a separate space, as if you are trapped in some kind of otherworld for the rest of your life.
Sheen drove on for a while longer, then began to feel something was wrong.
Please, stop joking...
Logically, she should have at least seen the alleyway entrance area she entered for the first time, but not only was there no alleyway entrance, there wasn't even a decent cluster of buildings, or any signs indicating the turn.
The road was nothing but endless darkness, stretching straight ahead without any bends or trace of any living thing. The snowflakes falling from the dome grew increasingly frantic, as if trying to bury the entire world.
Sheen tried to open the terminal, but Pandora still didn't reply, and no one accepted the calls he made, which seemed unlikely.
She glanced at her watch. She had been driving for almost two and a half hours since leaving the Black Goat Mental Hospital. She should have reached the damn exit long ago, but there was no sign of it. The highway seemed to be endlessly sprawling, greedy and without end.
She knew perfectly well that she couldn't have gone the wrong way—she hadn't even turned a corner. She'd come this way on this road; there was absolutely no reason for her to have strayed off course.
Sheen glanced at the fuel gauge, which showed two-thirds full – enough for her to drive out of N23 block, or even back and forth three or four more times, but now, there was nothing in front of her.
At this point, she had to admit that she was fucking lost.
Although this is impossible... far more outrageous things have been created. Sometimes fate is the kind of thing that embarrasses you. It creates the illusion that everything is under control, and then it inexplicably collapses, as if it deliberately wants to see you make a fool of yourself.
Sheen had no choice but to stop the car temporarily, take out the map he had saved beforehand, and carefully examine it, trying to figure out exactly where he was in this wasteland.
Bell Hera also woke up at this time. Still half asleep, she pressed herself against the car window, her cheeks marked with several pressure marks, and asked softly, "Where are we?"
"Shut up, just go to sleep." Sheen didn't bother with her at all and replied irritably.
The other person came to their senses, stared at their surroundings for a while, then rummaged through their pockets, their expression quite amusing.
Sheen felt a pang of liver pain while reading this.
Just how much do you like that pile of trash?
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