Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 52. A Familiar Face

Chapter 52 - 52. A Familiar Face

I was left to wait in the room alone. It was nice not being watched by guards, but the mirror across from

had

creeped out. I knew that soone was standing behind it, observing . I lay my head on the cold tal table to escape the gazes.

Maybe no one was watching , and I was just being paranoid.

I didn't feel really well rested. The ti I had slept before getting woken up was not really enough to keep

going; I was so damn drained from everything that happened, possibly also because I had overused my powers. But I didn't have any nosebleeds. Just so damn tired.

They let

wait here, perhaps because they had forgotten

or because they wanted to build up psychological pressure. Instead, I just started to get sleepy.

What psychological pressure? Want to rape ? I nearly had yesterday already. I was in here forever; what else could they do to ?

If it were about solitary confinent, I would gladly oblige and get more sleep and a toilet for myself, which wasn't soundproof, but at least I was unseen. Then I could conjure up a few comics to read.

I hadn't had enough ti to experint, but from the sole porn magazine I rembered looking at as a young teenager, it seed that I had not had to rember the whole contents of a magazine or book to conjure it up. Even if I just rembered one picture of it, when I got it in my hands for two minutes, the pages showed also content I couldn't rember, maybe which I had never even seen.

That was both good and bad news. Good news because it ant that I could conjure up books I had only read part of, and learn sothing new from them, like new skills or anything. The bad news was that it ant that electronics were probably really a no. When I could conjure up books that I had not touched wholly, each page in it, then it ant I hadn't to be able to understand the content of the things in my mories. Then, the idea that I couldn't get electronics because I didn't understand their content fully or understand how it worked could be false.

Getting drowsy and closing my eyes, I dozed off, getting a bit of the so much-needed sleep. Still, it wasn't long when the door opened, and I snapped my eyes open again. Turning around, I saw a familiar face.

The female detective, Detective Norman, ca in with a few files. She sat across from , looking

straight in the eyes. Was that now my cue to ask her how she felt when she heard the sheep scream, followed up by so strange hissing?

"Kennith Howard, we haven't seen each other in a while." She said, opening the files she had on her.

"Yeah, for you, maybe." For , it had been a few days.

"The incident yesterday..."

I sighed and interrupted her.

"Give

a piece of paper and a pen." I wish I could say that all the crazy actions I had done until now were planned to get soone like her to co and listen to . But they had not. Would have been smart.

She furrowed her brows but obliged. Sliding paper and pen to .

I started to draw.

"You don't seem as dumb as your colleague. You should already know that sothing is wrong. The phone number prefix, the pictures where my tattoo is missing, my lie detector test, my disappearance before showing up heavily injured, and now the strange injuries of the prisoners yesterday." I continued to draw a map. I had enough movent freedom with the cuffs, so that wasn't a problem as long as I moved my hands together. When I finished, I turned the paper and drew a second map.

"Henry..." I clenched my jaw together, hating to just speak out that na.

"He told

there were caras set up by the police on the street where Henrietta's corpse was found. You should have seen him and

together there."

When I finished, I slid the paper back in her direction.

"Go there. Get a team, not alone. There is a monster there, sothing like a monstrous deer; no idea. I don't know where exactly the portal is, but you can cross with it to another dinsion. The ti difference is: one day in the parallel world is three months in this world. Go there and find the other Kenny, though he could be already dead. Then get

out of here." As I spoke, I felt desperate anticipation manifest inside .

Maybe it was that easy; perhaps I would get out of here when they found Kenny2. Why haven't I thought of that before? No one needed the original Henrietta; we just needed the original culprit. An original Henrietta wouldn't make the corpse disappear, but the original culprit could be locked up for her death.

She took the paper and looked at both sides for a long ti. On one side, I drew the map of the forest; on the other, I drew the parallel world city's outlines. Along with a cross where the original Kenny had lived, and I also drew the spot of the cave, marking it with the words 'monster's cave' and 'corpse hill'.

That should be it. I will get out of here in the most simple way. If they hurried, I was out in a few months. Kenny2, even if already dead from either our fight or because of so other reasons, should overturn my case.

I felt like crying again. There was no reason to despair.

Looking from the paper in her hands to Detective Norman's eyes, I saw her looking at

with an emotion I couldn't read.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it now; you can just see for yourself. Just hurry." I smiled at her and felt a bit more like myself again.