Chapter 107: Chapter 8 Tulpa
Translator: Doggotranslation
Jas watched with a sullen face as Zach found the key hiding under the eaves of the door and opened the door.
“You should be happy, it ans that Barton is a safe city.” Zach said so.
As a police detective who had lived in Barton for two months, Jas could not agree or refute. Under mixed emotions, he entered the house.
“No one.” Jas glanced around the room.
“What do you think?” Zach closed the door and walked past Jas, “If there is anyone, I will knock.”
Jas’s frown affected the bridge of his nose, causing a dull pain.
“Euh.” Zach slit his fingertips, tore off the band-aid on Ja’s nose, and threw it in the trash can by the sofa, pressing his bleeding finger on the bridge of Jas’ nose.
Jas instinctively wanted to defend himself. When he touched the bridge of his nose, the wound had disappeared and the swollen bridge of the nose had returned to its original shape. Jas looked at the discarded band-aid in the trash can and was about to pick it up. After all, this was soone else’s ho.
“There is no need to do it.” Zach walked around the sofa and walked to the bedroom behind, “This man has run away.”
Jas remained in the posture of bending over and looked at the trash can. He also ca to this conclusion, because the filled trash can emitted a stinking sll, which showed that the garbage had been left untouched at least three days here.
This was the apartnt-style housing that most single people in the Northern District of Barton City, or families below the middle class would choose. The location was more remote than the forr civil servant Wells’ apartnt, but the apartnt size seed to be bigger. As for the interior, it was much better than Wells’.
“What are you looking for?” Jas asked unhappily when he heard Zach start going through stuff in other people’s bedrooms.
Zach stood in the bedroom, spreading his hands, “Looking for inspirations.”
Jas looked at the things scattered around the vampire: clothes, shoes, and sundries...
Zach was not talking nonsense. He really had no idea what kind of ‘species’ the person who once lived here was, so he could only look around, trying to find so clues.
First of all, Zach had determined that this guy was not short of money. As a newcor to a city, although it was not as exaggerated as Jas, his living condition was much better than the native, Wales. Then this guy didn’t have a job, because there were no real formal dresses or work uniforms in the closet. Most of the dresses were casual dresses.
And then this guy either had a special gender identity, or he was a playboy or sothing like that. Because Zach found many won’s clothes of different sizes.
Finally, this was a very cautious guy. Nonhumans usually had so things that needed to be hidden, such as Zach’s blood bank, Benjamin’s hair, and torn clothes, the leftovers eaten by the shapeshifter...
And this guy seed to be nothing different from ordinary people, except for his strange collection obsession.
Zach walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, frowned, and fell into thinking.
“What did you find?” Jas just ca out of the bedroom and asked.
“His diet is very healthy.” Zach raised his eyebrows. “Form a human’s standard.”
Jas frowned, walked around Zach, and looked inside the opened refrigerator. After a quick glance: vegetables, fish, chicken, eggs, milk... It was indeed very healthy because there was not even a can of beer or soda.
Zach stroked his chin and looked at the photo hanging on the wall. The man in the photo was about 30 years old, not very burly, but a well-proportioned body shape. In most photos, he looked very happy. With a row of white teeth, he could even beco a model in a dentist’s clinic’s advertisent. The scenes of the photos were also various: Fishing, climbing, swimming, traveling... the photos had all been taken by a polaroid cara, and this cara had just been found by Zach.
“He may be an ordinary person.” Jas looked around again and found nothing suspicious.
“A perfect ordinary person suddenly left everything and ran away.” Zach added.
Jas noticed sothing amiss about his tone, “What do you want to say?”
“He is too perfect.” Zach pointed to the picture on the wall, “He travels, does all kinds of things, has perfect teeth, and looks like soone that everyone would envy.” Zach pointed to the bedroom again, “Not job but have enough money. and.” Zach tilted his head. “He is very popular with won. There are a bunch of ‘trophies’. ” Zach pointed to the kitchen again, “And his living habits are simply impeccable.”
“So what exactly do you want to say? !” Jas was fed up with the frustration of not being able to get the answer to the question when he had already been given so much information.
“He is like a person that only exists in people’s fantasy.” Zach sumd it up.
I once asked the vampire about the classification of nonhumans, which was different from the previous questions about social hierarchy.
The vampire explained: “There are three types. It is very easy to distinguish them. The first type is people like Benjamin, Jim, and . Our difference cos from our physical body, and our abilities are reflected in the physical body, including the hypnotizing eyes.”
I nodded, signaling that I understood what he said. It was basically brainwashing. I rarely showed off my intelligence in front of the vampire, so I signaled the vampire to continue.
“Not bad, you can understand this. The second type is the nonhumans that erged on the basis of souls, just like Ryan. ”
“Erged on the basis of souls?” I thought for a second and said, “Like angels and demons?”
After the vampire praised my comprehension, he hinted, “What you ntioned are the two extre examples, but there is a middle section. From the beginning as earthbound spirits, there were Shadow Beings, Wandering Souls, Tulpas, Night-mares...”
I barely understood what he said, and continued to ask, “What about the third type?”
Zach thought about it, and decided to use a specific na to describe the third type, which made it easier for to understand, “You, Alice, Spell, Papa Midnight...”
“Oh.”
So the nonhuman here was the second type that Zach said.
“You an this Daniel is a ‘Tulpa’?” Jas half-opened his mouth, as if he had finally understood it, but there was still a trace of bewildernt, “I thought ‘Tulpa’ would only appear in prosperous comrcial places.”
“No. ‘Tulpa’ would easily erge in places where the money is frequently traded.” What Zach said was a fact. Money was the strongest desire of human beings, so the fantasies derived from it was also the most unrealistic, but if Tulpa did not pursue power, it could survive anywhere where desires existed, “You forgot that it ca to Barton City because of ‘rumors.’ It is normal for him to pursue values that are not in line with the mainstream nonhumans.”
Jas frowned, “Does Tulpa have the ability to make people disappear and reappear?”
“If the timing is right and the desire is strong enough, Tulpa can make anything co true.” Zach explained.
Jas’ face darkened again, and his fists clenched. Obviously, the detective didn’t quite understand the difference between Tulpa and Papa Midnight.
Zach glanced at him, “Your prejudice is too strong. I need to remind you that Papa Midnight is a human being and he is an outlier among your humans. Real nonhumans are not interested in playing with human feelings.” Zach added, “Will you play gas with your lunch before eating it?”
Zach’s explanation didn’t make Jas feel any better.
“They keep their souls alive by absorbing and collecting the fantasies of people.” Zach continued, regardless of Jas staring at him, “But the capacity of a soul has a limit, so when it can’t accommodate anymore, it will naturally split. Then fantasy becos reality. It is a poor creature.” Zach pointed to everything in the apartnt, “These, these ‘perfect’ things. Maybe only these photos are what he actually wants, and the rest are all from ‘you people’s’ fantasies.”
Why would Zach say that such a healthy and enviable lifestyle was a fantasy?
Because the two people who wouldn’t have any gains left this Daniel’s house and knocked on his neighbor’s door. With just a small opening of the door, Jas could sll the smoke that diffused from the room. The thin man had heavy dark circles around his eyes. He was only under 30 years old, but he looked like he was going to die soon. He stared at two strangers, “How can I help?”
Zach didn’t give the man any ti to react. After the red eyes appeared, he simply pushed the door open. Then Jas saw a room shrouded in smoke. It was much smaller than Daniel’s apartnt, and the dirty table and chairs were full of pizza boxes and empty liquor bottles...
Zach randomly asked a few questions about his neighbor, said goodbye, and knocked on another neighbor’s door.
In the cold and damp room, a fat middle-aged man was dressed in a pair of pajamas that hadn’t been washed for a long ti. His whole body exuded an unpleasant sll, and he was holding a wrinkled toilet paper in his hand.
Zach also asked a few questions and said goodbye.
After knocking on another door, the teenager leaning on the wheelchair looked at the two strange n, “How can I help? Mister?”
The vampire sighed in his heart, it turned out that those photos were not ‘real’ either. Zach’s brief mont of distraction gave Jas the opportunity to talk first.
“We ca to find Daniel, but he is not ho. Do you know where he might be?” Jas tried his best to suppress his mind from clamoring fiercely after seeing reality and fantasies coexisted.
“Who are you?” The teenager suddenly beca vigilant, and his thin hand had been pressed on the wheel of his wheelchair.
Jas pressed the door that the boy wanted to close, “I am Jas Rance! We are not bad guys, I am from Barton Police Departnt, Detective Rance!” Jas pressed his shoulder against the door and took out his police badge. “We suspect that Daniel is missing and we are investigating it. We are hoping to find him.”
Zach didn’t stop Jas, standing aside and watching.
The boy looked at Jas’ badge and remained vigilant. “He is not missing. He just went on a trip.”
Jas glanced at Zach. The first two neighbors didn’t know anything about Daniel’s whereabouts. But this boy seed to want to help Daniel to get out of ‘trouble’ for so reason.
“Do you know where he went?” Jas asked.
“I don’t know!” The boy stared vigilantly at Jas and answered.
Jas did not give up, and still tried to extract information from the boy through talks, “Do you know how to contact him? For example, his numbers? We need to contact him to make sure that he really didn’t go missing...”
Zach couldn’t stand it anymore. He pushed Jas away, took out a business card, and handed it to the disabled boy, with his face close to the boy: “Zach, from Grande Funeral Ho. What’s your na?”
The teenager looked at the business card, then looked at Zach suspiciously, “You are not a policeman.”
“I’m not...” Zach smiled, “You don’t need to trust , but I want to ask, has Daniel ever made you able to stand up again?”
The boy’s pupils constricted. He pressed his hands on the door and wanted to close it!
“I guess he did.” Zach blocked the door from closing effortlessly, looking at the boy with red eyes, “Tell Daniel that I have sothing that I need to ask him, the number is on the business card.”
Zach then let go of the door and the door was slamd shut.
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