svetikya Chapter 275 Dr. Allen: You've become unlucky too?
Chapter 275 Dr. Allen: You've become unlucky too?
Chapter 275 Dr. Allen: You've become unlucky too?
After much effort, Marich drove the carriage, carrying the nearly exhausted Lorne, toward Rose Street.
"Finally, what did you put into Steve's body?" Sharon's cold voice broke the silence in the carriage.
"The same cursed thing." Lorne leaned back in his soft chair and answered weakly, "I bought it at a party a few weeks ago, intending to use it against that detective, but I never expected to use it here—"
"That item might be related to the true creator," Sharon said expressionlessly.
"The true creator? That evil god the Aurora Society worships—" Lorne pondered, resting his chin on his hand. "It's certainly possible—I know that item; it's related to the 'Listener.'"
"You'd better see a psychologist," Sharon added.
Lorne's expression turned somewhat strange. "Do you think I've become a potential madman?"
"I don't think it's that serious yet."
"This is just a suggestion—" Sharon said expressionlessly, but her tone seemed to carry a hint of barely perceptible concern.
"The people of the Aurora Society are all top-notch lunatics, not to mention those things that have been corrupted by Him."
Maric, who was standing nearby, also spoke up, which was quite rare for him.
"Are you worried about me, Ms. Sharon?" Lorne forced a weak smile, and then used Scott's flippant tone again.
"It's just the concern that should be shown to a companion," Sharon readily accepted the joke.
"————" This time, it was Lorne's turn to be silent.
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind."
He wanted to say something more, but a sudden, excruciating pain shot through his abdominal wound, forcing him to swallow the words he was about to say.
Damn it! I got stabbed in the back by an ally!
My luck hasn't been good these past two days.
Just over ten minutes after Lorne and the others left the abandoned shipyard, a fully armed squad of "Mechanical Hearts" appeared on the battle-ravaged open space.
There were five of them, each carrying a different sealed artifact. But when they saw the area before them, which looked like it had been completely altered, they couldn't help but frown.
On the open ground surrounded by the abandoned warehouse, members of "Mechanical Heart" came and went. The person in charge of this incident had been promoted from the initial squad leader to a powerful butler-level figure.
At this moment, Iconsel Bernard, with his strong and clear facial features, is holding a silver mirror engraved with ancient patterns, his expression solemn.
After a two-second pause, Ikonser took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice to the mirror: "Your Excellency Arodes, my question is, who were the participants in the battle that just took place here?"
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"My spiritual intuition has been triggered—"
Lorne had just returned to his residence and hadn't even had a chance to relax when he felt his brow furrow suddenly.
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Someone is doing a fortune telling for me—is it someone from the government?
Although the anti-divination ability of the "machine" pathway had been activated automatically, the feeling of being spied on still made him very uncomfortable. This indicated that the person who had divined his fate was highly skilled!
Calm down! I checked carefully before leaving and didn't leave anything behind. Miss Sharon and the others must have taken appropriate measures as well. I even put on some light makeup and adjusted my facial features; they couldn't possibly have identified me directly by simply taking a picture.
Despite saying that, Lorne still dragged his tired body and prepared to go out again.
"Let's go out and find somewhere to stay for a while."
Mrs. Griffin is no ordinary woman either; I don't want to drag her down with me.
"Meow—" Laki seemed to notice his abnormality, jumped off the bed, and looked at him with a worried expression.
Lorne paused, squatted down, and said in an extremely serious tone, "You stay at home and don't go anywhere."
Watching its owner's hurried departure, the orange cat pouted in dissatisfaction.
Looking at the image on the mirror, which barely showed what had happened but was completely blurry and made it impossible to see anyone's face, the members of "Mechanical Heart" exchanged bewildered glances.
Arodes—when did he become so unreliable?
Ikonser was about to ask the team members for their opinions.
"Based on the principle of reciprocity, now it's your turn to answer my question."
Suddenly, several lines of clear words appeared on the mirror.
Amidst the curious gazes of the surrounding teammates, a line of blood-red text slowly appeared on the mirror: "What is your sexual orientation?"
Ikonser froze. He felt that the way his teammates were looking at him had become strange.
He found an inconspicuous little hotel, lay in bed for the night, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that everything was calm.
He changed his clothes, transforming into James Scott, and prepared to go to a more remote place to hide again.
Ouch—the wound still hurts!
If I quicken my pace even slightly, the wound on my abdomen will be pulled, causing sharp pains.
While extraordinary individuals possess healing abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, the "monster" pathway doesn't offer any particular enhancement in self-healing compared to other pathways. It's completely incomparable to the freakish beings like "werewolfs" and "zombies" who can rip open their stomachs, pull out their intestines, wash them, and stuff them back in, then bounce around again without even needing to stitch them up.
The extraordinary potions I got from the "Pharmacist" are all used up. Otherwise, it would be much more convenient.
Lorne sighed inwardly. Then he noticed that there seemed to be more and more people around him.
It seems I've unintentionally wandered into a place with a lot of people.
Lorne looked closely and realized he was next to a hospital. Moreover, he recognized the hospital; it was the same hospital where he had taken the unconscious worker, John.
"What? Is this a medical appointment for me? —" Lorne looked at the hospital entrance and couldn't help but smile.
"It's not impossible. After all, my physical structure isn't much different from a normal person's, so I shouldn't scare the doctor like a zombie."
He believed his injuries were still manageable and he shouldn't need to see a doctor. However, going to the hospital to buy some medicine and bandages wouldn't be out of the question.
He first went to a coffee shop on the street, ordered a coffee, and prepared to fill his empty stomach after a night of fasting.
"You and Hugh sat here last time, didn't you? —" He took a sip of coffee, lost in thought.
"Sir, you might have a lot of bad luck lately—"
Looking at the familiar scene before him, a child's voice suddenly rang in his mind again.
This—although the "Catastrophe Priest" does indeed have the passive ability to attract catastrophe—has my luck been a little too bad lately?
One problem after another arose. A misunderstanding had arisen with Hazel, and the situation with Fors was unclear—Lorne lowered his head and fell silent.
The same applies to the Rose School; although no one was killed in the end, but—
It seems that none of the qualities of a "lucky person" have been brought into play.
And that strange dream I've been having lately —
"Could it be—that child really has a problem?"
After thinking for a moment, he finished his coffee in one gulp, got up, and walked towards the hospital.
"Dr. Allen."
After much effort, he finally found a figure in the hospital corridor wearing a white coat, but with an extremely haggard face.
This is the same doctor who took that little boy away last time.
Unlike the last time I saw him, this time, his aura was somewhat weak, and he seemed rather listless.
Lorne observed him for a long time before he finally realized what was happening.
"Sir, are you here for a medical checkup? Where does it hurt?"
Lorne shook his head: "I'm here to find someone."
Looking for someone?
"I'm looking for a young boy with a leg injury who likes playing with tarot cards. He's your patient, I'm looking for—"
Before Lorne could finish speaking, Dr. Allen exclaimed, "You're looking for Will? What do you want with him?!"
Lorne sized him up for a few moments, then said honestly, "His tarot readings are very accurate. My luck lately has been a bit—"
"Could it be that—you've also been having a run of bad luck lately?" Dr. Allen suddenly stared intently at Lorne with the look one would give someone of his own kind.
"also?"