Chapter 59: Chapter 42: The Offbeat Golden Breathing thod
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Leonard Churchill had a photographic mory, suspecting that soone might co looking for him, he had been observing his dormitory surroundings closely and ticulously.
Normally, only a few Corpse Collectors from Team Five would use these stairs, and he rembered almost every detail about them.
But now, there was a set of unfamiliar footprints in the layer of dust on the ground.
No.
He had noticed them in the yard already.
The tread pattern suggested so sort of anti-slip shoes, made by the “Mole Leather Factory” in Eastern District 5, possibly ngke Shoes. They seed to be a style appreciated by middle-aged n around 40 and not sothing affordable for common folks, so the owner of this footprint likely had a decent job.
However, these expensive shoes weren’t what Corpse Collectors wore to work; no one in the entire branch office did.
Size 42; the left heel was worn down; average stride; according to the formula: Normal Height=6.876x(Shoe Size 10) / 2, the owner’s height should be between 173-178 cm. His left foot slightly outward when walking;
Judging from the depth of the shoe prints in the yard’s muddy ground, the owner’s weight was roughly 60-65 kg.
Not a very sturdy figure overall.
This person was unlikely to be a close combat Curse Card Master.
Arnold strength and weight are proportional. A close combat Curse Card Master of this height would have exceeded 80 kg.
The Magic Type or Mysterious Type?
So, it probably wasn’t killers from the Miller Family who had co knocking.
The first thing Leonard thought of: sothing had happened in the Tailor Street’s cellar.
That would make sense.
Here to look for sothing, not to kill.
A Mysterious Type Curse Card Master with special abilities would be a better fit than so brute who only knows how to fight and kill.
Reaching his dormitory, Leonard was even more certain – soone had been in his room.
Hmm…
Perhaps, even now, they were in there.
Waiting for him, Leonard, to return.
After all, only he and Fatty had gone down into the cellar. Their rooms would have a stronger scent.
Leonard had already made up his mind the instant he noticed the anomaly.
If the intruder is a master, escaping now would be pointless. Any unnecessary movent might raise suspicion.
If they aren’t, Leonard wasn’t sure that they would necessarily have the upper hand.
Daring to touch such a hot property, one naturally has to be prepared for risk. He had been prepared for this.
But now that the stolen jewel had been consud, he had no fear of being caught red-handed.
It’s a gamble on courage and mindfulness.
Before his cover is blown, his identity is just that of an ordinary Corpse Collector.
He shouldn’t show any alertness beyond his professional capacity.
With a shift in thought, he didn’t hesitate at all, and pretended to drunkenly open his room door.
But at the sa ti, the hand hidden in his pocket has already activated the Clown Mask Card.
From what he has learned so far, curse card masters are not omnipotent.
Besides their own special abilities, they might not understand much about other areas.
At least this person who didn’t hide their footprints was a sloppy investigator.
Perhaps they hastily sent soone over to find the missing item.
Or the darn evil organization had no one skilled in tracking.
Leonard already had a fairly accurate ntal picture of the intruder.
At the mont of opening the door, Enlightennt occurred: ‘You have been exempted from a ntal hypnosis’
As expected.
Leonard stared blankly at the silver pocket watch before him.
He had been hypnotized many tis in his previous life, successfully or not. Because of his unusual ntal status, he proactively learned and understood a lot about it, so he was quite familiar with the state of being hypnotized.
There was a cloaked figure in the room, their face obscured.
Leonard acted as if he didn’t see it, pupils dilated, he stood there blankly.
The strong sll of alcohol on him wasn’t because of drunkenness, but an aromatic gas that significantly interferes with Scent-based Curse Card Masters. The alcohol stains on his clothes were also intentional. This way, even if there is any dium’s scent left on him, it would be hard to detect.
And the logic for a Corpse Collector to get extrely drunk on his day off wasn’t strange.
The cloaked person frowned at the “drunk” Corpse Collector before him.
Thinking he had succeeded in his hypnosis, he asked directly.
“Did you collect the corpses in the cellar at Tailor street No.17 yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“Did you find anything special?”
“Collected… a lot of corpses…”
“And?”
“Seems… I can’t quite rember, I only recall a lot of corpses…”
When they heard this vague response, the intruder didn’t press on. Instead, it confird their suspicions and they murmured to themselves, “The mory was wiped as expected…”
This was also why Leonard dared to confront danger head-on.
Normally, if sothing was stolen, the first people that the puppeteer behind would look for should be the two Field Agents from the Golden Oak Security Company.
But now that they’ve turned up here, it ant that they had already checked those two Field Agents.
In other words, the puppeteer must have known about Golden Oak Security Company’s “mory Wipe” procedure.
They ca here just to ascertain that.
Killing is pointless,
Killing re Corpse Collectors is even more aningless.
They were here to find sothing.
The cloaked person wasn’t interested in wasting ti here and left the dormitory shortly after a few questions.
Once the stranger left, Leonard’s dim eyes started to regain their sharpness.
At the sa ti, he let go of the pull ring hidden in his sleeves.
It wasn’t until this hurdle was overco that the danger concerning the Tailor Street cellar was completely eliminated.
Leonard shut the door, feeling hardly any ripples in his heart.
As for moving to a new place because soone had co looking –
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