Chapter 43 About the Missing Person Notice
This is truly a ghost story.
After finishing a day's work, the dark-haired young man, whose complexion was not good, covered his head and fell into deep thought.
It's been a week now. After falling asleep, I always have a subtle feeling of being on the verge of death. When I wake up, I also feel some lingering pain. After a series of tests, no abnormalities were found.
Moreover, whether it was just her imagination or not, Angela and the ministers seemed hesitant to speak, but in the end they all chose to remain silent, even Benjamin chose to keep quiet.
Something's wrong. It's not just my body that's acting up, the ministers are acting up too...
Just then, the short-haired woman came to deliver today's work records for her own department head, who had been avoiding the supervisor for some reason these past two days. It's you, Sinclair!
"Sinclair, I have something to ask you."
Looking at the expression on Ryosuke's face that should belong to Sinclair, X felt uncomfortable no matter how many times he looked at it. It was too strange. Was there any way to switch them back?
He had tried every single one of the few potentially useful tool-type anomalies in the company, including the gender-changing magic mirror and the portrait from another world, all of which ended in failure. During the experiment, he even forgot to pick up the ticket for the train to the underworld, resulting in a day's work being wasted.
“Manager…” Sinclair, disguised as a handsome young man, hesitated for a moment, glancing around before leaning closer to the weary-looking black-haired youth and speaking softly.
These words were, in a sense, a secret between the supervisor and them. He didn't know why he had become a high-ranking member of Wing, but he knew that this was the person he had chosen. Mr. Honglu had also told him before that Angela clearly didn't like them, these "outsiders."
However, she did not forbid him from telling his supervisor about what happened before he lost his memory, as long as he didn't mention that he suddenly "disconnected," which was an absolutely forbidden topic.
According to Sinclair, he once turned back a clock whose current location is unknown, resurrecting Honglu and him. The price was the same as in the game: he would experience the same pain as the sinners before their deaths...
So, does that mean I subconsciously turned the clock while I was sleeping? If so, that explains my recent discomfort. The question is, who did it?
If you follow this uncomfortable method, doesn't that mean that unfortunate nobody is already teetering on the edge of life and death every day?
He knew who it was...
The black-haired youth covered his face with his hands, somewhat amused and exasperated. What was this called, resetting the luggage's health every night? He needed to find this likely sick culprit first.
After a long, rambling conversation, Chuuya Nakahara came to the conclusion that the man's name was YISANG. The man's voice was incredibly hoarse. After learning a rough name, the orange-haired boy, unable to bear listening any longer, interrupted him.
"Never mind, you should get some rest."
He was about to leave when two people burst in and pushed him back to the bedside. Before he could even stand up straight, they started talking all at once:
"Chuuya! Do you think this is him?!"
The pink-haired girl held a piece of paper high, almost smearing it on Chuuya's face, forcing him to take it down to see what was written on it.
Chuuya Nakahara asked, puzzled, "Didn't you say you went to Tokyo? Why are you back so soon?"
"Chuuya, we're going to be rich! He seems to be a very important person!"
She kept talking, her face full of anticipation for the future, after all, the numbers on the screen were just too tempting.
"Hey, take a look at this first! We came back to tell you as soon as we got it!"
The orange-haired boy had already seen the final signature, which was the place where the missing person notice was posted.
"Lobotomy Corporation and the Spanish Embassy?"
He knew about the Spanish embassy, but what was Lobotomy Corporation? And what about that man, who might be called Ideal or something similar? He was definitely 100% Asian, so what connection did he have with Spain?
Are you Spanish?
Seeing that the man was about to torture his voice and his ears again, Chuuya quickly added, "Just nod or shake your head."
The man shut his mouth and shook his head, but he nodded as he pointed to the line for Lobotomy Corporation.
"Chuuye, they've already said he's one of theirs, so it'll be easier for him to get medical treatment if he goes back."
This time it was Shirase who spoke, lowering his voice to the orange-haired boy's ear: "Have you forgotten? Koizumi is sick too. With this money, he can go to the hospital."
Li Xiang was still holding a water cup in his hand. This was specially given to him by Nakahara Chuuya when he came back. Since there was no medicine, he could only give him water.
His dark eyes looked at the boy and girl, who were trying to persuade Chuuya Nakahara to exchange him for money. He didn't know where Spain was, but he knew about Lobotomy Corporation. Although it didn't have much to do with him, it was at least a company he remembered.
If only I could help this child who's being dragged along by his companions. As for myself... going to Lobotomy Corporation might give me a better chance of running into my companions than if I were out there alone.
Thinking about what happened before they were separated, the atmosphere around him became even more somber.
Chuuya Nakahara asked, "So, are you going back?"
Seeing Li Xiang nod, he looked at Bai Se and You Xing and asked, "Judging from his appearance, we probably need to send someone to pick him up. Where did you get the missing person poster?"
The two men breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he had agreed: "Actually, we have already contacted them. As long as you agree, we can take him away immediately."
"You went there directly without even confirming anything?"
Zhongyuan Zhongye took a few deep breaths to calm himself down: "Have you ever thought about what if this person is his enemy!"
Forget it, the result is the same anyway. No matter how many times I tell them, they won't listen.
X never imagined that the somewhat ridiculous and clumsy method of posting missing person notices, which was used after failing to find the data, would be the most effective.
Less than an hour after the post was published, someone contacted them, saying the person was with them. However, all they talked about was the bounty. How should I put it... they seemed like scammers.
"Is this a scam?"
Look, there are other people who share the same idea as you. Who's talking?
"Nikolina, what are you doing here?"
"I've come to deliver the latest research on blood rods to my kinsman."
With endorphins, blood sticks have also begun to be rapidly upgraded. They are no longer crayon-flavored. This time, Nicholas is here to deliver the latest product to Don Quixote. Unlike his aunt, Don Quixote, who is free from phlegm, still needs to ingest blood.
Since the park was closed today, she came to run errands and also to check on her sisters for her mother. Although Dulcinea said she hated Sancho, as her familiar, Nikulina could still see her feelings for her sisters.
As soon as she entered, she heard a standard phone call that could almost be considered a scam statement. Don't ask her how she knew; her family member received the call and, after following the instructions on the phone, all the money in their card was stolen!
"Let me do it, let me do it!"
Raman, however, led her barber to vent her anger. The bastard who had cheated her family last time still hadn't been caught, and she couldn't just stand by and watch her supervisor be cheated too. She would see how she would defeat him in three moves.
"Hmm, hmm, oh."
X watched as Nicolina's upturned lips drooped lower and lower, her aura weakened, and finally turned back to himself, saying, "It seems the people really are with them."
Frustrated at her failed attempt to vent her anger, Nicolina went downstairs. Now, only her relatives could comfort her. X then listened to a phone call from someone who supposedly held the suitcase.
Thanks to Cervantes's suggestion, their missing person notices touched on their relationship. Lobotomy Corporation wouldn't be so bad that Li Xiang wouldn't recognize them. If he dared to use Border Prison Corporation, Angela would probably knock his head off.
After agreeing on a meeting place, the supervisor hung up the phone. The person on the other end of the line suggested that someone accompany them because Li Xiang was very ill, which was the main reason why X judged that they were not scammers.
Yokohama?
The supervisor, who was still in the office, wandered over to the surveillance camera. There were two maps there for some reason: one was a map of Japan, and the other was a world map.
Are you going out?
Angela's voice came from somewhere, but X responded nonchalantly, saying he had to go find the suitcase.
"If you're going to Yokohama, I suggest you bring Algaria along. If you'd like, you can also bring Dazai Osamu; he's currently the person in our company who knows Yokohama best."
Why Algarria?
"He was once sent to Yokohama by you on a mission."
"That also happened when I had amnesia?"
"Yes."
Dazai Osamu tugged at his black suit; the suit always gave him a sense of déjà vu, especially compared to the white lab coat his supervisor was wearing when he decided to go out on short notice…
If it weren't for the fact that the supervisor didn't look as haggard as Mr. Mori, and that he himself wasn't wrapped in bandages, Dazai Osamu would have really started hallucinating.
Inside the company, everyone was wearing weird EGO armor, but outside they all looked incredibly normal. The pink dress that was practically glued to his body while he was at work was left behind at the company. Thanks for going out.
His wonderful mood ended when he saw Shirase and the other two. He had seen these two before. They were the "sheep" who betrayed Nakahara Chuuya. Did that mean that the person the boss was looking for was among the "sheep"?
The two children, who were not much older than Dazai Osamu, walked straight toward their leader—Algaria.
After all, the other two people were a child and a doctor in a white coat, so the elegantly dressed white-haired man was obviously the one in charge.
Algaria gave a faint smile and began chatting with them naturally, while X and Dazai Osamu listened silently.
As they led the way further and further off the beaten path, the residents began to cast increasingly ill-intentioned glances our way, as this place resembled a back alley.
"This is Leibo Street, or rather, a slum," Dazai Osamu explained quietly to the supervisor, who was visiting such a place for the first time.
Their attire was too conspicuous. With the Port Mafia's control weakened considerably, various organizations began to stir, making Lei Bo Street an even more chaotic place.
In a place like this, three teenagers and two adults, one a doctor and the other a young man dressed in expensive clothes, aren't they easy targets?
Until, a cold glint blinded them, and the pretty boy found himself holding a giant scythe in his hand, yet his face still wore that same smiling expression.
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