"Generally speaking, visiting Mr. Kraft requires accompanint by five senior staff mbers throughout the process.
But given your uniqueness, Detective Roddy, and your A-grade evaluation in the inspection, you are allowed to et him alone.
Of course, we will monitor your personal state through sensors in your clothing at any ti.
The visit is set for 15 minutes. If everything goes smoothly, you may request an extension.
You should already be aware of other precautions, so I won’t repeat them. Good luck."
The accompanying staff mber took the elevator and left, leaving Roddy standing alone at the end of the passage.
After this long review process, even a seasoned detective like Roddy, accustod to the Corner, felt a bit intimidated, slightly nervous.
His bracelet was changing its ten-digit code at a speed of once every 5 seconds.
Entering the code opened the hydraulic heavy door in front,
but behind it was not a containnt room, just another corridor, with a similar hydraulic door at the end.
This repeated a total of ten tis.
The door at the end finally turned normal, a solid wooden door like one found in any household.
When Roddy was thinking about how to open this ordinary wooden door without a password, click! The sound of the lock ca, and it opened automatically.
Inside was a typical entrance hall,
a pair of black slippers matching Roddy’s shoe size had been placed on the ground.
As Roddy stepped over the wooden door,
Buzz!
A ringing sound ca,
and the grayness in his brain beca unstable, the tentacles active in the moon pituitary all retracted and tensed, as if fearing sothing.
Clearly, he was about to et just an avatar, one that couldn’t exceed the limitations of the human world, with power weaker than an ordinary monster.
Yet Roddy was drenched in cold sweat, unable to activate any gray-related ability.
"Sorry to disturb!"
Quickly adjusting his state, suppressing the unease within.
Roddy politely shouted, but the room remained eerily quiet, without any response.
He could only slowly walk into the house in slippers.
Inside was a duplex apartnt structure, only 50 square ters, the first floor a normal living area, including the kitchen and living room.
The second floor should be the area for creation and sleep.
As Roddy walked past the entrance hall, glancing towards the second floor,
a pair of crow-style slippers stepped on the stairs, the slippers adorned with a chubby brain design in pink pajamas.
Belonging to a middle-aged man stretching lazily, seemingly just awake,
parting hair and wearing round-frad glasses,
chestnut brown hair in a wild birds’ nest style.
However, when Roddy saw what the man was holding, he was so startled that his eyes widened, nearly triggering the sensors in his clothes.
In the hand of this middle-aged man was the Iron Maiden container that stored the finger.
Roddy had no idea when it was taken by the man, as it should have been hidden deep within his body, unnoticed even by the World Bureau’s perception equipnt.
After stretching,
the middle-aged man brought the Iron Maiden closer for inspection, speaking in fluent Mandarin:
"You managed to obtain such a root-reaching item so quickly, even if it’s just a small piece, it’s quite remarkable.
Explain to in detail how you acquired it, perhaps I can use it as inspiration to create a novel.
If the story is exciting enough, I’ll naturally help you deal with this item.
Let the two girls co out as well, very welco to co here as the prototypes for the Hell Island creation characters."
"Wouldn’t they be discovered?"
"Don’t worry."
With that,
Roddy slightly lifted his clothing,
Wu Wen and Hua Yuan separated from his body in different forms, and upon seeing Mr. Kraft’s avatar, cold sweat dripped down as they hid behind Roddy.
The middle-aged man glanced at Hua Yuan, seemingly seeing the interesting structure inside her.
"You three are all participants, co on! Hurry up and tell ."
Roddy, at this mont, was more concerned about the finger issue, wanting to quickly move past this part, "Mr. Kraft, why don’t you directly read the mory?"
"Don’t do such a lowly thing~ What is a story? It must be sothing conveyed by humans personally, that is what makes it a story."
"Understood."
"Wait a mont, I’ll get a pen and notebook... right! If you want so coffee or drinks, help yourself in the kitchen, and if you haven’t eaten, there are so pizzas in the fridge you can heat up."
"We’ve eaten!"
"Alright, wait for on the sofa then~ I’ll also take a quick break."
In a joint narrative, the three explained the videotape incident in detail.
Mr. Kraft was attentive in taking notes throughout,
especially excited upon hearing about the bizarre on-campus event, Roddy’s showdown with Lebeite, and the final twist with the Joker’s intervention.
"Wonderful! The event itself isolated your mories, so I don’t need to explain the character relationships in advance, I can write directly according to the identity in the setting.
Once this novel is finished, I guarantee it’ll be more popular than Hell Island, you guys perford fantastically!"
"Got it... um... Mr. Kraft, about the finger?"
"See, you’re anxious again~ I won’t keep it for myself.
You are still at the ’germination’ stage, contacting this item is indeed too early. If you had fully matured, you could use it to move to the next stage and explore deeper into the Corner.
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