Ghost Compendium-Chapter 436 - 382: Forgotten Is a Slow Death
Their conversation fell word-for-word into the ears of Wu Liang, who was preparing to leave.
Hearing the guy’s plan about dating a Special Ability User suddenly piqued Wu Liang’s interest.
He blew a faint breath towards Bald Peter’s direction, and a wisp of the Power of Nightmare silently landed on the man’s head.
A moment later, Wu Liang squinted his eyes and stood up, sighing that sometimes things just work out unexpectedly.
Through Peter’s memories, he discovered that the bald man indeed knew a beautiful Special Ability User.
This stemmed from a recent Supernatural incident during which Bald Peter happened to be the officer in charge of sealing off the scene, and the beautiful Special Ability User was the one handling the Fierce Ghosts.
During the process, Bald Peter coincidentally used his Awakened Ability to save her life.
Thus, the date for tonight was set.
No wonder this guy remembered matters concerning Special Ability Users more than John did; after all, there was an underlying connection here.
"So, the deeper the interaction with Special Ability Users, the slower one forgets?" Wu Liang pondered over the characteristics of this Fierce Ghost’s ability.
Honestly, if it were really as he thought—being thoroughly Forgotten equates to death.
Then, from a certain point of view, this Fierce Ghost’s ability is even more frightening than the typical Nation-Destroying Level.
Because once forgotten, no one would even remember the existence of this Fierce Ghost.
It implies it can stand in the shadows and toy with the people of the entire world at will.
No one would even notice why people around them gradually disappear, let alone discover they are disappearing.
"To be fair, the judgment of the person in charge in Paris is still decent; seeking help from other countries is indeed the best solution." Wu Liang somewhat wanted to meet that person who sent out the call for help.
Because, in a situation where the entire nation is slowly forgetting, the only way is to let an outsider like himself break the deadlock.
At least upon first arrival, even someone like Director Long or other Awakened coming to this country wouldn’t immediately forget the existence of Special Ability Users.
Even if they really forgot, these helpers from other countries would notice something amiss.
Because without any reason, why would they come to this country?
Just that bit of peculiarity could be slowly investigated, though the inefficiency is self-evident.
Luckily, the person who came is Wu Liang, who can steadfastly explore towards the target.
Subsequently, Wu Liang had Mist Ghost quietly follow Bald Peter, instructing him to notify once Peter made contact with that female Special Ability User.
For now, Wu Liang took advantage of the time before night to continue wandering the streets, searching for further developments.
The process of street investigation was tedious, especially since Wu Liang had to constantly peruse the memories of these passersby.
In no time, it was sundown.
When Bald Peter changed into casual clothes and left the precinct, it didn’t take long for him to enter a bustling bar.
The bar was filled with men and women wildly dancing to exhilarating music, and the dazzling lights flickered inside, making it extremely glaring.
In an era where an unexpected death by a Supernatural incident could happen any day, places like bars and clubs that allow for stress relief were almost always packed.
Watching the lively crowd in the dance floor and the scantily clad pole dancers, Bald Peter couldn’t help but lick his lips.
After all, this place was chosen by that female Special Ability User, which, in his eyes, suggested an unspoken understanding.
Drinking and dancing were just the preludes, the real feast he could indulge in later!
"Hey, are you really that mesmerized by other women dancing?"
Suddenly, a teasing voice sounded in his ear.
Bald Peter turned his head abruptly, to find the Special Ability User woman who invited him standing behind.
Despite wearing combat gear, her alluring figure and the overflowing presence right in front made him fall head over heels.
He couldn’t help but laugh foolishly and replied, "No, no, there’s no comparison to your enchantment, did you just come over after finishing work?"
Normally, it wouldn’t be possible to wear combat gear to a place like this to dance and drink, would it?
So, he casually asked if the woman had just come over after handling a Supernatural incident.
But little did he know that his words would make her raise an eyebrow and retort, "Oh? I did just get off work, but can you tell what my job is?"
"Hehe, is there even a need to ask? You’re a warrior active on the front lines against the Supernatural! But I guess even a warrior needs to unwind, right? How about we relax a bit tonight?" Bald Peter said, reaching towards the woman’s waist.
In his vision, the next step was to hold her into the dance floor to warm up, then drink some strong liquor, and finally savor this wild horse himself.
But to his surprise, as soon as he spoke, the woman smiled and deftly brushed away his arm from her waist,
and in the next second, Bald Peter felt something pressed against his waist.
He was in a casual shirt, but the cold sensation at his waist was familiar even through the fabric.
After all, before coming off duty, he had just taken his gun out of the car.
"Holy shit! Is this..."
"Shh, it’s fine as long as you know. Now, why don’t you come with me for a bit?" The woman smiled, poking Bald Peter’s waist with a handgun.
Seeing this, all his previous filthy thoughts evaporated, and any lust in his mind was scared to death.
He could only move, as the woman urged, step by step towards the back door of the bar.
During the process, he continuously pondered why this woman was doing this, or if there was any reason on his part worth it.
Money or power? As a low-ranking officer, even his car was a second-hand wreck; what money or power could he have!
Could it be revenge? But he generally stayed far from any cases to avoid trouble, so how could he have offended anyone?
Ultimately, unable to solve the mystery, Bald Peter was forcibly seated into an inconspicuous black van.
Just as he got in and hadn’t yet observed the situation inside, he was struck by an inexplicable dizziness.
And then he directly lost consciousness and passed out in a slump.
The woman was unfazed, simply reholstering her handgun and opening the front passenger door to sit down.
Without turning her head, she said, "This time, luck is good. He still remembers my appearance and even my job, but like before, it probably won’t last long and he’ll forget. Quickly bring him back for Tony to study."
Hearing her words, the man in the driver’s seat instantly floored the accelerator, the vehicle launching forward as if in a rally race.
Even though the car sped astonishingly fast, with its engine roaring like a mournful howl, the interior remained eerily calm.
The other woman in the back looked at the unconscious Bald Peter with some sentimentality and said, "Sister Kelly, the number of people who remember us is dwindling, these past days we’ve only found someone like him, and what he remembers was wanting to sleep with you. Is it really worth studying?"
The woman in the passenger seat, called Kelly, seriously replied, "Precisely because fewer people remember us, we must not let go of any way we’re remembered. Haven’t you considered what would happen if we were completely Forgotten? Look at how absurd things have become..."
Saying this, everyone in the car unconsciously looked outside.
Indeed, even though their vehicle barreled down the urban streets like a beast, the pedestrians took no notice,
as though they were Ghosts absurdly wandering.
Screech—
All of a sudden, the fast-moving vehicle came to a screeching halt, making an ear-piercing sound.
The abrupt stop nearly toppled everyone, with the people in the back even cursing, "Damn it, Vic! How are you driving! Isn’t your ability the perfect control of any machinery!?"
"No... it wasn’t intentional, there was someone blocking the road ahead!" the driver Vic stammered in terror.
This was the first time since they had been Forgotten that someone had blocked their way!
Kelly in the passenger seat frowned and looked outside.
In the short distance ahead of the car stood a young man with a smile.
His distinctly Asian face looked somewhat gentle, yet the eerie mask at his waist added a sinister aura.
Seeing the car stop, the young man also spoke, "Good evening, city Ghosts, would you mind giving me a ride to Hell?"
