Chapter 391
Looking down from the height of nearly five stories, the risk of falling in the wrong position could even lead to death. Yet, there was no trace of fear on Xia'er’s face; instead, it was filled with the thrill and excitement brought on by a surge of adrenaline—her crimson pupils seemed to flicker with lightning.
With a sudden burst of energy, Xia'er pushed herself up and climbed back onto the rooftop. She looked down to see Jidi leading the team to the entrance of the experimental building, but it seemed they were being stopped by the guards.
So slow...
Xia'er took off running again across the rooftop, aiming for the dome-shaped building that was a story shorter, resembling an ancient castle. This was the main hospital built by the Redemption Society over a century ago, now repurposed as an experimental building. She leaped off the edge of the roof.
Her figure fell rapidly along a parabolic arc, the twenty-meter drop seeming to close in on her quickly, but...
The trajectory of her descent was already too low to reach the opposite rooftop, and it was almost predictable that Xia'er would crash into the wall and end up half-dead.
But just then, in mid-air, Xia'er tucked her body and crossed her arms in front of her face—
Crash—
A sound of shattering glass echoed as Xia'er’s form smashed through the colored glass window that had obscured her view, landing directly in a room on the third floor. She rolled several times on the carpet before finally coming to a stop against the wall.
“Hah... Hah...”
Leaning against the wall, Xia'er gasped for breath, the exhilaration of her success numbing her pain. She didn’t care about the cuts on her cheek from the glass; the blood of an "adventurer" urged her to take even more dangerous actions.
At that moment, a woman who had been sitting at a lab table, writing, stared in shock at the flying Xia'er, their eyes locking.
Xia'er slowly raised her hand, making a gripping gesture, and asked, “Where’s Fred? Fred Hopkins.”
Though Xia'er held no gun, the writing researcher seemed to sense an overwhelming fear. Trembling, she stammered, “He... he’s in the potion lab on the second floor...”
Bang! Bang! Bang—
“Ah!!!!”
Gunshots rang out below, causing the researcher to scream in terror. The piercing sound seemed to awaken the lifeless hospital, igniting it with chaos alongside the gunfire and screams.
“Hahaha!!!” Seeing the researcher nearly scared to death, Xia'er burst into laughter. She retracted her right hand, turned, and walked toward the door, twisting the doorknob and leaving the room.
Now, Xia'er finally understood why the second-tier title of "adventurer" was called "madman."
What she didn’t know was that her actions were quietly completing the ritual of the "madman."
Xia'er sprinted down the corridor, leaping over the railing as she reached the stairs, effortlessly vaulting to the second floor, her movements fluid as if rehearsed countless times.
Many ordinary researchers were frantically running in the hallway, trying to reach the stairs. Xia'er grabbed one by the collar and asked, “Where’s the potion lab?”
“It’s... over there...” The researcher pointed shakily to a location, and Xia'er immediately tossed her aside, sprinting in the indicated direction.
Just as Xia'er was about to reach that room, a figure in a black robe, wearing a silver raven mask that he hadn’t had time to put on, stepped out of the potion lab, looking bewildered at the chaotic corridor.
Upon seeing Xia'er approaching, he suddenly realized something was wrong and turned to run, but Xia'er was faster—silver light flashed in her hand as the **Deadly Blood Roland** appeared.
Bang—
A gunshot rang out, and a spinning seed bullet shot straight for the black-robed man’s ankle, piercing through his right foot.
The seed quickly sprouted in his flesh, roots penetrating the ground and anchoring him in place. The man, who had intended to flee, was brought down by the excruciating pain and the roots, collapsing to the floor with a twisted ankle.
Xia'er dodged the panicking crowd, crouching in front of the man, lifting the blade of the Blood Roland to his chin, and asked with a smirk, “Fred?”
“I... I’m not...”
The fallen physician trembled, raising a shaking hand to point inside the potion lab.
“He’s the one...”
Xia'er turned to meet the astonished gaze of a man inside the lab, which was filled only with various glass containers and bottles.
“Fred?” Xia'er narrowed her eyes and spoke.
The man under her gaze turned pale, his eyes slowly drifting down to a vial on the table.
But no matter how fast a "physician" is, they can’t outrun a bullet.
“Who... are you? What do you want?” Fred gave up resisting, looking at Xia'er with a mix of fear and confusion.
“Keyman,” Xia'er stood up, slowly walking toward Fred, “from the Pleasure Society.”
Fred’s pupils constricted slightly, disbelief etched on his face.
Keyman? Pleasure Society?
How is this possible...
Why would the Keyman interfere with my ritual...
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PS1:
226 (overdue) - 2 (extra) = 224 (overdue)
I finally finished writing with all my might!!!
I want to stab yesterday’s me!!!
Stab you! Stab you! Stab you! Stab you! Stab you! Stab you! Stab you! Stab you! Stab you! Stab you!
Also, thanks for everyone’s support, congratulations to Miss Xia'er for winning the Best Character of the Year~
From the 1st until now, the subscriptions have increased by four to five hundred, seemingly attracting quite a few new readers. Thank you all for your support! I will keep working hard!
Good night!
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PS2: PY a novel called "The Failed Art Student Renamed Da Vinci in Another World"
Chapter 211: "Madman" Materials and Potions (4000-word chapter)
(There was a name error in the last chapter; "Fried" has been corrected to "Fred.")
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“Sir... what is this...”
Upon hearing about the Pleasure Society, Fred seemed to have completely given up resistance. His hands hung limply at his sides, shoulders slumped, though his eyes still held a hint of defiance.
Not complying with the orders of superiors was a tradition of the Pleasure Society.
“Oh?”
Xia'er blinked.
That was quick.
Xia'er had thought she would need to apply some pressure to get him to reveal what she wanted.
With the identity of the mole confirmed, it was clear that the Pleasure Society in reality had already obtained information about Adele...
This was a bit troublesome.
In reality, this mole had escaped due to Ashford’s mistake and misplaced trust, and later, Tara had failed to track the mole’s movements. The information must have already been relayed to the Pleasure Society.
But in the previous simulation... it had been over a hundred days. Did the Pleasure Society, knowing about Adele’s information, not take any action? Were they not secretly collaborating with the Strong Sound?
There were two possibilities.
The first is that the Pleasure Society planned to keep this information hidden until the most critical moment to disrupt the Strong Sound’s plans or achieve other objectives.
The second is that someone within the Pleasure Society intercepted this information and did not report it further up.
Xia'er leaned toward the second possibility and hoped it was true... If the Pleasure Society already knew, Xia'er would be in a very passive position.
If it was just someone intercepting the message, it would give Xia'er greater maneuvering space.
Now, she could only see if she could extract information about another person from Fred.
Ignoring the unfortunate "physician" still screaming beside her, Xia'er stepped closer to Fred, slowly raising her gun and aiming it at him, coldly questioning:
“Do you dare to betray me?”
Xia'er was merely trying to bluff him. From the chaos, it seemed that the lower ranks of the Pleasure Society did not have two superiors at the same time.
With the Keyman dead, if Fred had someone else to continue relaying messages, there was a small chance of betrayal.
“Betrayal...? Your Excellency, the Keyman...” Fred took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “I don’t believe I’ve agreed to your terms yet.”
“Tsk...”
Xia'er frowned slightly.
So the Keyman was the one trying to pry into things.
This is too troublesome...
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