Chapter 323: 321, Best Undercover
Switzerland, headquarters of the Dusk Bell Church.
Unlike New York, the weather in this city was not very good, with a constant drizzle.
From ti to ti, there were flashes of lightning.
In the underground room, Ryan’s room.
Drip drip…
The sound of footsteps arose.
The next second, the door was pulled open abruptly.
Ryan, dressed in a white lab coat, walked out, his eyes dark as if he hadn’t slept well, his hair a ss, yet he did not give off a sense of decrepitude.
As an idealistic, goal-oriented “psychiatrist.”
For a long ti, Ryan had been living a monotonous life day after day.
Back when he was at Hill Psychiatric Hospital, his daily routine was unchanging.
He would sleep in the ward, patrol the hospital for patients trying to escape, and regularly report to the director at scheduled tis.
But Ryan never grew weary of it.
Because to him, that was his life.
The thoughts of the ntally ill tend to be very simple and direct; they have their own logic, but it’s completely different from that of normal people.
Difficult for others to understand.
But ever since Ryan t his director Du Wei, life had completely changed.
A promotion and a raise were just within reach.
Suddenly, from the darkness behind Ryan, a dull voice sounded, “Where do you think you’re going so late?”
From the shadows erged a man in priest’s attire, bald with a cross-like symbol tattooed on his scalp, roughly 40 years old.
Ryan stiffened, standing in place, yet he twisted his neck backward.
Upon recognizing the newcor, his expression beca extrely arrogant, “I am thinking of going out to take a piss. Do you have a problem with that, Cruz?”
His words were truthful, but in reality, Ryan intended to find Jas and deal with an Evil Spirit incident.
Only achievents could secure his rapid ascent within Dusk Bell.
And all that, for a future promotion and raise.
The man known as Cruz’s face darkened, “Your room has a bathroom, why would you need to go out to pee, and can’t you be a bit more civilized? You are now a hunter of the Dusk Bell; you represent the image of the Dusk Bell!”
Actually, Cruz’s job was sowhat similar to Jas’s.
The only difference was that he was responsible for monitoring Ryan, while Jas was in charge of all Ryan’s affairs within the Dusk Bell.
Ryan, with disdain, spat out, “I want to use the bathroom in soone else’s room. Got a problem with that?”
Cruz took a step back, troubled, “It’s so late, most people are asleep. What if you disturb soone, and they take a swing at you?”
Hearing this, Ryan was stunned.
He pondered what it ant for soone to take a swing at him…
To him, the Dusk Bell Church was like a ntal hospital, and apart from himself, everyone else was a patient.
There was no reason for a patient to strike a doctor.
So, Ryan sneered coldly, addressing Cruz, “I, Ryan, am not afraid of trouble.”
A hint of wariness flickered in Cruz’s eyes.
He knew that Ryan was ntally ill and how terrifying his Evil Spirit Transformation Ability could be.
Within the entire Dusk Bell, there were only a few hunters stronger than Ryan.
Moreover, there was the concern of being rendered normal by Ryan’s disabling touch.
If it wasn’t necessary, no one wanted to confront Ryan.
Indeed, both the Conservatives and the Radical faction wanted to establish a good relationship with Ryan.
After all, he might just be the most “excellent” hunter the Dusk Bell had thus far.
Cruz spoke again with a conflicted tone, “You have to tell whose room you plan to ‘pee’ in… I an, use the restroom.”
Ryan scratched his head, “I forgot, I just recall the director telling to do well in Dusk Bell.”
Confused, he added, “Yeah, whose room was I going to pee in again?”
Cruz, on the side, keenly caught the word ‘director’, and thought to himself, Could it be that soone within Dusk Bell has already gotten close to Ryan?
But… director, I haven’t heard of anyone using that codena…
Instinctively, he felt as if he had stumbled upon soone’s secret, and hurriedly asked, “Mr. Ryan, can you tell about the director? Who is he, and what did he say to you?”
Upon hearing this, Ryan imdiately rembered what Du Wei had said to him in his dream.
No one else must know.
Thus, Ryan pointed at Cruz’s nose, disdainfully saying, “You think you are worthy to discuss the director with ? Have you ever considered your own status? Just a common hunter like you, do you think you have the qualifications to talk about the director?”
“Go to hell.”
This comnt caused Cruz’s expression to change drastically.
A troubling thought began to form in his mind.
Could it be that the director Ryan ntioned was the leader of the Dusk Bell, that mysterious old man…
“I apologize, I shouldn’t have asked, my brashness got the better of !”
Cruz hurriedly apologized, “You must forgive , please don’t ntion this to him. I swear I won’t ddle in your private matters again.”
With vague words, Ryan said, “At least you know your place. Alright… I need to go take a piss right now, don’t follow , I don’t want to develop a psychological shadow.”
Cruz nodded quickly and disappeared into the darkness.
And after he left, Ryan showed a scornful smile, thinking that a simple apology thought to smooth things over was naive of the Hill Psychiatric Hospital. Next ti he’d be in a dream “calling” the director, he must snitch on him.
“Hmpf… What nonsense.”
While saying this, Ryan walked toward Jas’s room.
…
A few minutes later.
Ryan arrived at Jas’s room, the door shut tight.
But to him, this was no obstacle at all.
After Ryan chose to join the Dusk Bell, for so reason, he suddenly found himself able to use his hunter abilities.
It was like an empowernt that ca with his status.
Whether it was the Evil Spirit Transformation or hunter abilities, it was like second nature to him.
Moreover, his ability was not limited to disabling other hunters’ Evil Spirit Transformation, as the Dusk Bell had thought.
To be precise, disabling others’ Evil Spirit Transformation was just one aspect of his power.
His power was built on his own cognition.
At will…
Therefore, when he reached the door, Ryan didn’t stop.
In the next second.
He walked through the door, defying reality, and into the room.
…
At that mont.
Jas was sleeping in his room; his previously intractable eyes, for so reason, were not showing that eerie state anymore.
Now his eyes were tightly closed, his forehead full of sweat, and his body was shivering slightly.
Clearly, his sleep quality was poor.
Ever since he arrived in Switzerland and his body lost control, blood seeping from the corners of his eyes, a vague voice had been echoing in his mind.
He felt he might have been targeted by so peculiar entity.
It wanted him to do sothing.
He was anxious and uneasy…
But even after consulting many docunts within the Dusk Bell Church, he hadn’t found any similar records, so he had to suppress this unease in his heart.
Suddenly…
In his sleep, Jas heard a rustling sound of water…
He was a light sleeper, so his eyes snapped open imdiately, wary, but his gaze remained eerily calm.
In the bathroom, there was a blurred figure in a white lab coat.
Jas quickly sat up in bed, and as he walked toward the bathroom, he pulled a defensive dagger from his pocket.
But at that mont, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Ryan stuck his head out, grinning, “You’re awake? It’s ti for us to go out and deal with the Evil Spirit.”
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