Chapter 692: Chapter 674: Aura (End of Volume)
Joke, who came out of the special education school, had traveled to many cities and seen a number of investigators as well as those Pseudo-Persons disguised among the crowd.
The various beings and the person before his eyes were all different.
Faced with the unknown, Joke’s latent instinct to escape was triggered. Even though he was in high spirits now, he decisively stopped performing and prepared to flee.
Survival was more important than anything else. Surviving meant he could refine his performances, surviving meant he could do whatever he wanted to do.
Standing in the aisle without making a sound, Joke smiled, waving goodbye rhythmically as he retraced his steps, as if rewinding.
When he reached the door and turned around to reach and open it,
he found the lock completely fixed, unable to open.
Joke turned to inspect it and found the keyhole completely blocked.
For him, such a door could never hold him in. He immediately placed his palm on the door panel and injected balloon material through the gap.
As the door structure was completely destroyed, outside was a thick cement wall, impenetrable, making it impossible to get out.
He immediately moved to the other side of the hallway to the kitchen, and although he could see the outside view with the naked eye,
as he got closer, he realized the so-called “view” was just a sticker, underneath which was still a cement wall.
Joke realized that as a random hunter, he had actually been targeted by someone else.
The opponent’s means were quite advanced, above his tricks.
Since direct escape was impossible, he could only think of another way.
When he moved back to the dining room, he proactively raised his hand in greeting:
“Hello! Are you an investigator or a Pseudo-Person?
Do we have any deep-seated grudges? I remember that up till now all my performances have been thorough, so there shouldn’t be anyone who deeply resents me.
If you’re an investigator, you shouldn’t be so chilling, almost like a murderer from a movie.”
The mysterious figure soaked in rainwater had already finished eating all the noodles in the bowl, wet black hair partly covering the eyes, emitting a strong belch.
The burp was the only response.
he took off the dripping wet black coat and hung it on the back of the chair.
Inside was a grey shirt and a bright red tie,
he picked up a toothpick from the dining table, cleaning the beef residue from between his teeth.
Size forty-five leather shoes stepped forward, passing right by Joke without attacking or touching, not even sparing a glance.
As they passed each other,
Joke considered making a move, but felt a sense of impending doom, already sweating profusely, the sweat on his forehead dissolving parts of the white face paint.
The mysterious person moved to the shoe-changing area,
still acting methodically.
He took off his waterlogged shoes and black-and-white socks, dried his feet thoroughly with a towel, and then took out a pair of heavy work shoes from the shoe cabinet.
The shoe sole hitting the ground emitted a sound resembling a heavy metal crash.
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the mysterious person still did not attack but reached out to open the door… click!
The previously sealed door was opened effortlessly, outside was no longer a cement wall but a regular staircase structure.
He even made a gesture of invitation, his thick throat emitting a deep bass:
“Hurry and escape… in ten seconds, I will start the chase.”
This statement made Joke freeze for a moment; he had not expected this development.
It seemed in the other’s eyes, he was merely a waste used for entertainment.
In an instant, his emotions fermented wildly in his brain and broke through his survival instinct.
Reaching out to touch the other,
as long as he could make contact, he could inject gas, and could quickly swap heads.
the hand about to touch the other’s body suddenly halted.
A clearly visible cutting line appeared at the shoulder, the entire left arm along with some flesh directly detached, slamming heavily onto the ground.
This was the first serious injury since he became a Pseudo-Person.
But before he could feel the pain, a commanding voice like a death knell came through.
Joke had no time to pick up his arm, the overwhelming survival instinct compelled him to run out, his legs almost creating afterimages as he descended the stairs.
Bursting out of the community, he flagged down a passing taxi.
When he reached out to touch the driver, the paint on his body spread over, instantly covering the driver’s skin, also showing a red smiley face on it.
Joke could feel a balloon string from within him maintaining a deep connection with the driver,
the other was transformed into a kind of [assistant].
“Hmm!? Is this my new ability?”
“Did the recent death threat spur my temporary growth? I seem to have risen above the Pseudo-Person, becoming a [monster] able to live among Corners, my brain pituitary seems to have sprouted.”
Joke could clearly perceive his ability growing, and the plant-like change within his brain pituitary.
Confidence surged, his growth rate seemed far beyond ordinary Pseudo-Persons.
fleeing was still necessary! After all, he couldn’t fathom the other, as long as he could escape and hide, once he grew enough, he’d eventually be able to kill the other.
The taxi sped through the city,
Joke in the passenger seat looked confused.