Chapter 110: Card Draws That Only Yield Ego
The young man with the white bun looked solemnly at the last bit of madness in his hand, surrounded by clothes and various weapons.
This doesn't make sense, does it?
Has Mephistopheles broken? Why is there only an ego, not a personality?!
Following the pattern of synthesizing Heathcliff and Faust, he only needs to draw three more sinner personalities, each with only one personality card, to complete his collection of sinners.
Why can't I pull it no matter what? Is this some kind of Witch's Night limited banner? Is it only available for Lobotomy Corporation's standard Ego characters?!
Moreover, he felt like someone was talking all the time, but he couldn't hear clearly; it sounded like a mosquito buzzing.
Okay, let's draw first, let's draw the last one.
It was the same familiar green light. X casually clicked on it, but it was different from before. Angela's headshot popped up. It really was Witch's Night, even a limited-edition announcer had appeared.
But the next moment, the announcer, who should have been still, started to move.
She opened her eyes and saw that the person in front of her was white-haired. The words she was about to ask were swallowed back.
"Have you seen the manager? Adam... wait," the secretary, whose company inventory had been emptied, looked at the somewhat strange Adam, "Manager, what are you up to now?"
Now she thinks her supervisor might have gotten hair extensions and dyed his hair white.
X looked at the chibi-style secretary occupying the glass window screen with a puzzled expression. What was he doing? He was just drawing... cards here...
Wait, what?! No way?!
The supervisor, finally realizing something was amiss, glanced at the piles of Ego armor and weapons around you, then at Angela, whose face clearly showed her delight.
Suddenly feeling guilty, she asked, "Did something happen at the company?"
Angela, who successfully discredited her own news anchor, said: "...Don't you know? You've practically taken over the entire company's ego."
Ah, this.
“The company has to shut down now,” she sighed, tilting her head slightly as if listening to someone. “Have you seen Mr. Adam? Mr. Abram said he suddenly lost contact with him.”
"He's right here."
As he spoke, X opened the door with some difficulty; there was so much ego piled up inside that the door was almost jammed.
“Adam, Angela is looking for you,” he said to the outside.
Adam had long been impatient with watching him keep throwing up his ego; he was talking to Koizumi Akako.
The little witch, who actually possessed magical powers, was completely fooled by Adam, who was essentially a tech enthusiast. Judging from her expression, it seemed like she was about to throw away her superstitious beliefs and run into the arms of the scientific god.
The little girl, now wearing a black cloak again, believed that only by studying science could she develop true, her own red magic.
Adam's somewhat obscure words posed no problem for her, a witch who had spent years studying ancient texts with even more obscure vocabulary.
She remained seated, lost in thought, until Adam was called away.
X, who has swapped bodies with Adam, listens to the conversation between "himself" and Angela.
What is this? A version A floating server?
The buzzing sound was actually Abram speaking, but he was blocking out "X" on one side. Adam couldn't receive the signal because he was using X's body, while X was blocked because his soul was not right.
This created the illusion that Abram believed Adam had disappeared.
Don Quixote is actually myself!
Abram, who was already looking haggard, looked even more haggard after going to work.
After receiving Angela's account of the body-swapping incident, the haggard, forced substitute slowly sat back down in his chair, his expression completely blank.
Angela looked at a part of her creator, and whether it was her imagination or not, Mr. Abram seemed a little dead.
On the other side, the faint sound in X's ear gradually became clearer, as if it had been adjusted.
He was added to the construction department's small group.
Originally, X's status could be continuously broadcast in this small group, but who knew that as soon as X changed bodies, the broadcaster also went offline.
Their communication style is very similar to Carmen's pseudo-game announcements, the only difference being that it appears in the form of subtitles, and they do not speak in words.
"
X: You guys actually had a group chat behind my back?!
Abram: ...
Abel: Long time no see.
Adam: Hmph.
"
"manager."
Angela noticed X's absent-mindedness, and normally she might have let it go.
But not now. He's basically taken over the company's ego. If the anomaly really causes trouble, are we supposed to have the employees fight it naked?
If it were normal damage, they could remake it; however, the current Ego, both its weapons and armor, are in perfect condition.
The upper limit still exists; they can't do it, but they're not within the company, creating a subtle, bug-like situation.
"I think you should come back; you've had enough rest this time."
"Based on my current knowledge, the Mephistopheles engine does not have the ability to directly traverse the world."
Don Quixote's voice was very calm, but upon closer listening, it didn't sound as certain as it usually did.
This is a Faquid who can't log into the server. She looks at the AI secretary in front of her, who belongs to Lobotomy Corporation, and nods to her.
"Hello, Miss Angela."
She couldn't connect to the floating server now, but she had still seen the essential artificial intelligence of Lobotomy Corporation in various branches. Sure enough, the one at headquarters was much more vivid than the one in the branches.
“Don Quixote? No, you are not Don Quixote.” Angela looked at the expressionless blonde girl, who seemed to have experienced the same accident as her supervisor.
However, it's not entirely unexpected; this isn't the first time something like this has happened.
At this moment, the real Don Quixote also squeezed in.
"I heard my name, is there something..." The originally languid, gentle female voice, after being replaced by a different voice, also carried a hint of excitement.
However, the jubilation ended there, because the white-haired woman, whose soul seemed to have suddenly lost its intelligence, immediately fell silent upon seeing Angela.
Don Quixote was still quite afraid of this secretary; compared to the supervisor who directed their work, Angela was the real boss of these employees.
After all, even the manager is under her control.
“It seems you are the Don Quixote.” Angela said, looking at the white-haired woman who had suddenly become timid.
"Manager, we'll locate the coordinates. Please, this time, absolutely do not move anything." Angela smiled.
“Okay,” X said.
Because he remembered that the consequence of his previous recklessness was that he had to bring a whole carload of people to change their schedules with him.
*
Matsuda Jinpei continued going to work, even though he had some doubts about the three people he met at the Ferris wheel that day.
However, he had no evidence, so he could only investigate on his own after get off work.
Today, the Metropolitan Police Department was unusually quiet, with officers chatting idly until they received their first emergency call at noon.
When the phone rang, Sato Miwako happened to be nearby. The more the capable policewoman listened, the deeper her brows furrowed, as if she were hearing a world-shaking mystery.
She hung up the phone and looked seriously at Inspector Megure:
"Inspector, a cartoonist said he saw a suspicious person a few days ago."
As she spoke, she began searching the web, slightly moving the monitor to show her computer screen to her colleagues who had gathered around.
"On November 7th, he happened to see a man sneakily leaving something at Mika Hospital."
"But he was in a hurry to see a doctor and didn't take it to heart. As a result, today, when he was looking for some materials about Ferris wheels, he discovered in a photo that his sister had accidentally taken that the so-called mental patient who set off firecrackers was the suspicious person he had seen."
“Moreover,” she said, looking somewhat confused, as if she had encountered something she couldn’t understand, “the gentleman on the phone said that if the person on TV didn’t look exactly like the person he met, he wouldn’t have thought it was the same person.”
Just then, the fax machine on the other side of the office rang, and a hand-drawn sketch was slowly printed out.
Although the drawing is simple, you can tell at a glance that it depicts the patient who was taken away by the doctor that day.
The two pictures show a fierce-looking man who doesn't look like someone to mess with, and a silly grin on his face.
"The gentleman also said that he felt it might be helpful to us, so he called, preferably if there were no cases."
Inspector Megure listened to Sato's retelling, and looked at the two chapters, both written by the same manga artist, yet showing completely different expressions of the same person. He pondered for a moment:
"There haven't been any police reports at Mihana Hospital recently, have there?" he asked.
"No, our department has no recent police dispatch records related to Mihana Hospital," the officer in charge of managing the documents replied.
Then, as if he had just thought of something, he suggested, "Inspector, didn't we leave the doctor's contact information?"
As he spoke, he began searching, and because the date was so recent, he found it in just a few seconds.
Although there was no confirmed case, Inspector Megure still made the call. It's always good to find out, just in case it was a patient having an attack and doing something in a secluded place.
But all I heard from the other end was a busy signal; it was a disconnected number.
"Inspector, when we exchanged contact information, we confirmed that the call could be made!"
Inspector Megure also remembered this incident; the twin doctors, the one with black hair, answered the phone in front of them.
"What's the address?" Inspector Megure planned to go there directly and take a look at the mentally ill person who was suspected of being a suspicious individual.
...
And so history repeated itself. Inspector Megure looked at the familiar empty space in front of him, and then at the address provided by his subordinate.
This looks so familiar! Isn't this the address of the manor where the series of deaths occurred?!
Not only is there no mental hospital, but the manor is gone too!
Unfortunately, the officer who recorded the address and contact information had never been to a crime scene with them, so he didn't know what this meant.
Even Inspector Megure only realized it when he became more and more familiar with the roads on both sides.
However, this is definitely not normal. The fact that the manor disappeared within a few days and that there was a fake address indicates that those two doctors are not ordinary citizens.
No, maybe that patient was faking it too. What are the three of them up to?
"Report it. I'll submit the application and see if it matches any illegal organizations."
Returning to the Metropolitan Police Department empty-handed, Inspector Megure made a decision: if it was indeed an organized operation, then it was no longer within the jurisdiction of their First Investigation Division.
However, they were destined never to find it.
Mephistopheles, guided by Lobotomy Corporation, was completely out of Virgilon's control and crashed into the newly repaired basement again, plunging headfirst into the floor right under Koizumi Akako's nose.
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Author's Note: Koizumi Akako: Master math, physics, and chemistry, and a little magic will take you straight to victory [doge emoji]
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