Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 91 - : Six Now, we can properly discuss the transaction_2
Chapter 91: Six Now, we can properly discuss the transaction_2
Gerard closed his eyes, seemingly preparing for what Bai Wei was about to say next.
“Now, since there is a discrepancy between the past and memory, there are two possibilities, either you’ve been contaminated…”
Bai Wei paused,
“Or Lyra has gone mad.”
Silence, a long silence.
It was unclear how much time had passed before Gerard slowly opened his eyes, saying softly, “This matter, even within Lyra, is known in such detail by very few. Whether you are Visas or not, my previous wariness towards you was justified. My instinct tells me that you… are very dangerous.”
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“I won’t deny that,” Bai Wei said indifferently, “To make a deal, showing some prowess is logical, especially for someone in deep trouble, it is necessary.”
“So you sought me out, just like when you found your last host?”
Bai Wei did not respond.
“Indeed, the power contained in that eye of yours is beyond my comprehension,” Gerard said gently. “As you’ve said, if it’s that eye, perhaps it really could help me see things I’ve never been able to see before.”
“So…” Bai Wei asked, “do you want to make a trade?”
Faced with this trade proposal, Gerard suddenly laughed. It was the first time Bai Wei had seen him laugh in days.
“But how can I be certain that you’re not an even greater contaminant?”
…Oh?
Gerard suddenly pulled the lever on that strange machine, which immediately roared to life, followed by a whole juddering motion.
Then, Bai Wei watched as the machine slowly parted, and a chair was pushed out from within.
Gerard sat down in the chair, and then came a series of metallic clangs. Chains from every corner of the chair emerged, securing his limbs and neck in place.
“What exactly are you up to now?” Bai Wei asked curiously.
“As I’ve said, you’re too dangerous,” Gerard remarked gently. “Whether it’s that eye or you yourself, I get this feeling. Every organ in my body seems to warn me when you speak to me, a sensation I’ve never even had in the Polluted Land. And your actions…they scare me.”
“Are you referring to killing the Archbishop?” Bai Wei said indifferently. “I’ve told you, I didn’t kill him, he just lost the game. Moreover, strictly speaking, I saved your life. If it wasn’t for me, that Archbishop would have slaughtered you that night.”
“I know, but I’m not afraid of dying,” Gerard said. “Knights of the Night Star do not fear death. What we fear most is… contamination. Death is a glorious sacrifice, departing the world still in human form, but after contamination, we do not know what kind of monster we might become, nor what deeds we might do.”
With Gerard’s explanation, the machine’s roaring and shaking grew even louder, and Bai Wei saw two black tubes fall onto Gerard’s head.
“So that’s it, you think I’m a source of contamination and that I’ve already contaminated you.”
“When voices that aren’t your own start appearing in your mind, don’t doubt it, you’ve been contaminated,” Gerard stated indifferently. “That is the iron law of the Polluted Land.”
“Interesting,” Bai Wei said. “Honestly, you’ve somewhat surprised me. So what do you plan to do now? Remove my eye from your body? That doesn’t seem to require such trouble.”
“No, I need to first test the extent of contamination I’ve suffered,” Gerard claimed. “There are ways to extract both First Level and Second Level contamination, but if it’s above Third Level, then there’s only one choice.”
The moment Gerard’s words fell, the Chainsaw Sword that he had just affixed to the machine started to operate slowly.
Bai Wei finally understood what he intended to do.
“I’ve already set it up,” Gerard said. “If this machine detects that you’ve contaminated me, it will immediately treat my body with Fifth Level contaminant procedure. I know I can’t hurt you if you truly are Visas, but I have to make sure…”
Gerard paused, then his tone became firmer.
“Make sure not to leave any part of my body you can use to harm Lyra.”
The Chainsaw Sword’s operating speed was incrementally accelerating, as if a wild beast was transitioning from a tentative growl to a threatening roar.
Meanwhile, an artificial female voice emanated from the machine.
“Contamination level detection is about to begin, the subject—Knight of the Night Star, Gerard.”
“If contamination is detected, it will be immediately cleared at Fifth Level contamination procedure.”
“After the operation is complete, your remains will be delivered to the heir of the Night Star Army, Ian… beep, error, that identity has been canceled, will be delivered to the second heir of the Night Star Army, Helmo… beep, error, that identity has been canceled, will be delivered to the third heir of the Night Star Army, Eric… beep, error, that identity has been canceled…”
The machine rattled off more than a dozen names in succession, all of which were in a canceled state.
Gerard gently closed his eyes, and finally, the machine came up with a single viable name, “Devil’s Army, Ina.”
“Initiating inspection…”
Only then did he open his eyes, and the Chainsaw Sword overhead had been powered up to its maximum capacity. At this level of power, the Chainsaw Sword could pulverize any mortal flesh, just as it had the Pollutants earlier.
After all, it was created to combat Pollutants.
If Gerard was identified as a Pollutant, then the Sword of Slaughter would show no mercy, despite him once being its master.
“Inspecting, inspecting…”
The machine continued to emit the voice of inspection while its body shook incessantly, for it had not been maintained in too long and was also at the end of its operational life.
Bai Wei watched quietly.
Both the sword overhead and the machine itself had become relics of the past, clashing with the modernity of Lyra.
Just like Gerard beneath the machine.
But they were still combined together, solely to stop him—a potential great threat.
“…Interesting guy.”
“Inspecting! Inspecting!”
At that moment, both the machine and the Chainsaw Sword reached their maximum power.
They shuddered continuously, as if they were about to break down at any second.
And Gerard was staring intently at the Chainsaw Sword.
Come on… the final answer!
The Chainsaw Sword, like an enraged lion, edged closer to Gerard, its sharp chains seeming ready to tear Gerard apart in the next moment!
And then.
With a “clang,” a screw was ejected.
The machine also made a sound.
“Inspection result, level of contamination—zero.”
“Knight of Night Star, Gerard, you have not been exposed to any pollution.”
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“Congratulations, you are in good health.”
“Congratulations, you are in good health.”
The Chainsaw Sword ceased operation, and the machine, having been used far beyond its intended lifespan, malfunctioned after finishing its last bit of inspection; it froze on the last phrase, repeatedly saying, “You are in good health.”
Gerard turned to see the ejected screw landing on a nearby desk, rolling past small items marked with names and dates, over one picture after another filled with warm smiles, and finally stopping with a clear “ding” sound against the largest group photo.
“Congratulations, you are in good health…click.”
The machine stopped working completely.
The screw no longer rolled.
Gerard sat alone in the small room, looking at the screw that had stopped beneath the group photo, the machine’s phrase “You are in good health” still echoing in his mind.
He remained silent for a long time.
Until Bai Wei’s voice rang out again.
“Now, we can have a proper discussion about the negotiation.”
