Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 459 The Undercurrents of a Strategic Plan
Captain Ryan's gaze remained fixed on the empty incubation chambers, glancing at the walkie-talkie he had taken out.

A moment later, he held the walkie-talkie close to the bearded man and said, word by word, "Report your location, I'm coming right away."

After saying that, he looked at the exquisitely beautiful female elf and said calmly, "You will come with us too. I don't want to see anyone staying in this laboratory for the time being."

Legolas was about to step forward and argue something.

He believed that Alice was innocent and was exhausted from the experiment and needed rest. Ryan had made her come along so that she wouldn't be able to rest comfortably.

This is discrimination against elves!

Although elves also discriminate against dwarves, at least they haven't completely broken ties yet.

However, before Legolas could speak, Ryan added coldly, "This is not a request, it's an order. Please, this elven lady, don't make things difficult for me."

Hearing this attitude...

The female elf seemed unwilling to put her leader in a difficult position, so she forced herself to get up and gave Legolas a smile, saying, "It's alright, I'll go."

Seeing her unsteady steps, Legolas felt a pang of heartache.

If the investigation into this trip reveals that his people are indeed innocent, he will definitely demand an explanation from Ryan!
Dissatisfied with each other, the three walked out of the laboratory.

Before leaving, the female elf turned off the lights.

She said that because the Soul Reaper is closely connected to the prison, it is more active in the dark, and the same is true for these experimental subjects who are clones.

If clones are not kept in the dark for a period of time from time to time, they will die inexplicably even if they are soaked in nutrient solution.

In response, Ryan asked what would happen if the ghosts in the darkness broke the incubation chamber and the clones escaped on their own.

When asked this question, Legolas stepped forward and declined to answer.

The reason is simple—the incubation chamber is specially designed, and anyone with enough power could probably break it, but the ghosts and demons inside the prison are the only two entities that cannot destroy it.

However, the reason why this effect can be achieved is a technical secret of the research lab and cannot be disclosed to outsiders.

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of the female elf who was walking with her head down.

"So this is ah……"

"This thing sounds a bit like the special light bulb that Ghost Lion has. Is there any connection between the manufacturing process or the raw materials of these two things...?"

That's what she was thinking deep down.

He then followed Ryan without saying a word.

The three of them walked a long distance.

It took quite a while to reach the area reported over the walkie-talkie. We had already left the 18th district, where the riots had started, and were almost at the 16th district.

No one knows how the serious offender managed to cross District 17 to get here.

When they arrived, they saw only six dwarf jailers guarding the surroundings, with a vacant criminal lying on the ground in the center of them.

His face was strikingly similar to that of the missing serious criminal.

"Tell me what's going on here. Describe the whole process of how you found him clearly, without embellishing or omitting any details," Ryan asked immediately after arriving.

The key now is no longer just finding the widow.

But how was he found, and why was he abandoned in this place?

To be honest, Ryan would rather his men had seen an inside man escorting a widow on the run, killed or suppressed him, and then retrieved the hostage.

But there were no signs of battle, nor any extra corpses or prisoners.

The situation was more bizarre than expected.

"Um... when we patrolled here, we found that the lights were broken, and ghostly figures were howling in the dark, so we went to get some new light bulbs to repair them," the dwarf prison guard recalled.

"After the light was fixed, I saw this guy lying on the ground. I don't know how long he had been in the dark. He was probably attacked by a ghost and lost his mind. I immediately reported this to you."

"No suspicious persons were seen during this process."

Upon hearing his subordinate's description, a possibility suddenly flashed through Ryan's mind—

I've always felt that the mole wanted to smuggle the widow out of the country, because she is indeed very important and is the core of the struggle between various parties at this stage.

What if... there are bad people among the crowd?

What if one of those big shots is adopting a "what's the use" attitude, thinking "if I can't have it, no one else can either"?
The mole's goal wasn't to take the widow away at all! He wanted to destroy her!
The reason for not killing them is to show our stance and also to provoke the Demon Prison.

Ryan couldn't help but glance at the widow lying on the ground, weak and seemingly mentally impaired.

He punched the wall.

boom--

The loud noise echoed down the corridor, silencing everyone else. They could all see that Ryan was extremely angry.

"Captain, shall we take him to the infirmary now?" the dwarf prison guard asked cautiously.

Ryan glared at him suddenly.

He then sighed and said, "Forget it, we all know that there's no cure for criminals attacked by ghosts. Besides, as a serious offender in a special room, the doctor wouldn't be willing to make contact with him."

Seeing Ryan's somewhat helpless expression, one of the prison guards suddenly spoke up, puzzled: "Hey, Captain, didn't he fight ghosts in the mine for a long time before? What if he does the same this time...?"

"Shut up! I said! No need to go to the infirmary! Take him back to the special room! That's it!" Ryan interrupted, his voice low and stern.

Doesn't he know what the widow did before?

The problem now is that we don't know who the mole is! How could we possibly hand over a widow to anyone else? Not even the doctor!

Anyway, he's already become like this.

Whether he can pull through depends entirely on himself; outsiders can't offer much help. It would be better for him to move back into the special room.

At least, no one there dares to go over and disturb them.

On the way back to the special room, Ryan asked the elves behind him, "What do you think about this?"

"Don't give me that this is the prison guards' job and has nothing to do with you. This kid is involved in a method for mining a large amount of memory ore. You elves know how much you need the materials."

Legolas understood as well.

Now, whether he wants to clear his name or obtain more research results, he cannot bypass this serious criminal.

However, he hasn't said anything yet.

Alice, standing nearby, spoke up: "I think... the traitor isn't a dwarf."

Ryan was taken aback by these words.

I never imagined I'd hear elves speaking up for dwarves in my lifetime! Has the sun risen in the west?

"Oh why?"

"Because dwarves are always straightforward, their schemes and tricks are usually not guided by wise men."

Ryan: "?"

There seemed to be something wrong with what Alice said, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Oops... wait a minute...

Is "she" a compliment or an insult?

Legolas, standing nearby, was barely able to contain his laughter. He never expected that Alice, who was usually so sarcastic and cold, could be so sarcastic and cunning.

It seems she was quite angry at Ryan's excessive behavior.

Ryan, belatedly realizing what had happened, turned grim and decided to go back to the research lab to check again.

What happened tonight is too strange.

I really have no clue at this stage.

Then we absolutely cannot report this to the warden. After all, even if I'm a slacker, I can't let the warden think I'm a useless piece of trash!

After re-checking the research lab and still finding nothing, Ryan had no choice but to let Alice go back to rest.

He took Legolas to his office to discuss some speculations.

However, as Ryan left, he felt that every elf he encountered in the research room looked at him strangely.

There's a strange sense of mockery about it, like watching monkeys in a circus.

The fact that everyone's eyes were so uniform should have been a very strange thing.

But considering that elves already held extreme prejudice against dwarves, it seemed normal for each of them to have such disdainful sneers.

Ryan simply didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Because he knows it very well.

If the elf Legolas came alone to the dwarven prison guards' lounge, he would be treated the same way by all the dwarves.

Discrimination.

I look down on you, and you look down on me.

Everyone knows the truth.

"Hmm...aren't the tribespeople a little too quiet today? Are they giving Ryan so much face?"

However, Legolas was secretly thinking that everyone was too quiet.

According to his understanding, his group of researchers watched Ryan come to investigate with great fanfare, but in the end they found nothing.

Even if they directly mock them or use insulting words against dwarves, that's perfectly normal!

It's really strange that I just watched them leave.

I have always been a conservative.

The radical elves were too conservative, mainly because they felt it was an insult to dwarves.

No way! I need to vent my anger properly when I get to the office later!

After the two moved away from the research lab area.

Alice returned to her room to rest, and the moment she lay down, the light in her eyes immediately dimmed.

It was as if he had immediately lost consciousness.

Some of the elves outside also got busy with their own projects, but strangely, the usual constant bickering disappeared.

The elves became exceptionally harmonious with each other, able to cooperate with each other on tasks without even speaking, as if they already knew what the other was thinking.

Or……

They were so in sync, it was as if they were one person.

The dwarf prison guards standing watch in the corridor outside the research room felt a chill run down their spines for no apparent reason.

I don't know why, but today seems much quieter than usual.

The quietness made them feel a little uncomfortable.

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On the other side, the widow, who had been escorted back to the special room, lay on the bed with a dazed expression.

Baili Dao and Beilang, who had been captured and brought back long ago, were standing by the bed, looking at him with worried expressions, and even occasionally poking his face.

"This...what should I do?"

"We were saying that destroying that [Prison Magnetic Field] would free the widow from her bondage, but I never expected that he would still... Sigh, I don't know how to explain this to Boss Yan when we get back. I just watched his disciple get killed."

Just as the two were feeling regret and guilt.

The widow on the bed blinked.

The highlights in the pupils gradually brightened up, like a computer being turned on.

He grinned and said, "So you two were my hope back then. Thanks."

Seeing him suddenly regain his senses, the two of them were so frightened that they took several steps back and looked at Wu Wang, who was slowly sitting up, with wary eyes.

He adopted a defensive stance and cautiously asked, "Are you... a human or a ghost?"

They just checked it.

This guy doesn't have a complete soul in his body. His consciousness is like a chaotic mess. How could he suddenly wake up?

Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't have felt so regretful and disappointed just now.

Now there's only one possibility—

The little black child has once again taken over the widow's body!

Damn it! Am I going to have to go through that again? Are those giant prison guards coming again?

However, as the two of them spoke, a dark figure slowly appeared behind them.

The figure exclaimed in disbelief, "How...how is this possible! You're not dead?! How could you not be dead?!"

"If you weren't dead, how did I get kicked out of my body and thrown back into this damned room?!"

This person was none other than the little black boy who had possessed Wu Wang's body, but now he seemed to have reverted to the child state he was in when they first met.

It seems that its replacement and possession also require certain conditions and time to be accomplished.

However, Baili Dao and Beilang acted as if they hadn't heard anything, remaining wary of Wu Wang as he got out of bed and started moving around.

Clearly, without the glow of Ghost Lion's red-tinged light, the little black boy's condition had returned to a state where only Wu Wang could see him.

To this, Wu Wang chuckled and said, "Who knows? But isn't it normal for Brother Ni to be shot dead for breaking into a private residence and violating castle law?"

After saying that, he looked at the nervous Baili Dao and the other man, sighed, and said, "Don't look at me like that. Do you think I haven't done enough strange things? How come even the Xie Zhi is used to my master's heaven-defying abilities, but you two aren't used to my abstract nature?"

Baili Dao and Beilang: "..."

This tone doesn't really sound like someone possessed by a little black child.

After all, how could someone as arrogant and conceited as that little black kid, who calls others things like "little bread" and "baguette," possibly communicate with them like that?

Moreover, he mentioned the Xie Zhi.

Only the widow herself knows this name.

"Little friend, do you have many questions?"

"I know what you're wondering about, but there's been too much going on in between, so I'm too lazy to go into details. Anyway, from now on, don't worry, I won't be possessed by that guy again."

After saying that, Wu Wang clenched his fist slightly.

Get acquainted with this brand-new clone body that doesn't belong to him.

I tried to calm the throbbing pain in my temples a little. After all, I still had a part of my consciousness distributed among different Pokémon, so it was normal for my CPU to be a bit overloaded.

All I lack now is time.

Luckily, this is a prison.

Everything is lacking here.

The only thing we don't lack is time.

After all, everyone's indefinite imprisonment...

(End of this chapter)