Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

If the recording plan fails, the person cannot speak.

Fortunately.

He also prepared paper and pen.

He started trying to record things with pen and paper this morning.

Chao Yin vigorously wiped his hands with a clean bed sheet, rubbing away the festering skin and blood, before picking up the pen beside him.

He picked up the notebook and began to write with his still-functioning left hand:

"March……"

Snapped.

A fingernail fell off Chao Yin's left hand and covered the words on the notebook.

Almost simultaneously, his left hand twitched and trembled violently!

'Oh no!'

Chao Yin knew things were going badly, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch helplessly as the minced meat and ink on his hands stained the notebook a deep red and black!

'Convulsions, ulceration and bleeding, auditory and visual hallucinations—these are today's symptoms, and I must record them…'

Chao Yin gritted his teeth and threw the notebook aside.

It's no longer possible to record things with paper and pen.

Fortunately.

He is a Nen user.

Chao Yin gathered his spiritual energy at his fingertips and used the technique of "Entanglement" to slowly etch today's record onto the wall, using words as concise and accurate as possible.

Reading aloud isn't a rare skill; the people who come to collect the bodies later will definitely figure that out too, so there's no need to worry about missing any reports...

Chao Yin wearily withdrew his finger, leaned back against the wall, and looked at the television that was still playing a videotape.

A black-and-white silent film was playing on the television.

A comical mime artist is energetically performing a beggar boxing in a boxing ring, fighting silently.

Chao Yin smiled. That was an actor he admired very much, named Charlie Chaplin.

The movie is called "City Lights".

Drizzle...

The sound of continuous pattering rain came from outside the window.

The vast and meaningless passage of time is compressed here into a single raindrop, falling in a continuous stream.

Chao Yin estimated the number of days and felt that he could probably hold on for another two days.

He lowered his head and drifted off to sleep, his mind preoccupied with his mission:

'Though I cannot speak, I can write; though I cannot write, I still have thoughts; and when my thoughts are exhausted, I still have blood…'

As long as this report can play even a minor role...

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The soldiers, dressed in gray-blue raincoats, stood silently.

They wandered the gloomy streets covered by rain, their eyes scanning each pedestrian warily, splashing water as they walked, their steps brisk and powerful.

Poxon frowned and subtly bypassed the guards.

They were all carrying large-caliber pistols.

She had just come out of the pharmacy, which was almost empty today; some common fever reducers had been sold out.

It wasn't just one pharmacy; she went to several and found the same thing. Even the hospital restricted the purchase of fever reducers—citizens were limited to one box per ID card.

What's strange is that, for some reason, there are many more elite soldiers like those from before around most pharmacies and hospitals.

They were all wearing raincoats and remained silent, clearly not there to arrest anyone.

'Patrol? For some pharmacies?'

Pokson couldn't figure it out, and he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Could a simple flu cause this much damage?

Even fever reducers are being rationed?

Fortunately.

She didn't come for fever reducers or any other medicine.

Otherwise, by using Mu Muze's name, she could have directly asked the royal family for enough medicine to last until next year.

After all, no matter how much medicine Kakin is short of, it's impossible for the royal family to be short of medicine.

In fact, she was secretly sent out by Mu Muze.

The purpose is to...

Pokson stiffly touched the family planning supplies in his pocket.

Yes, she was sent to buy this.

Mumu Ze pitifully expressed that he didn't want the royal family to know, so he was unwilling to ask for this through the royal family.

So this "difficult" task was assigned to Miss Poker.

'What would she need this for?'

Miss Poker clutched her head in despair, feeling her head grow heavy.

Dia probably doesn't know about this.

'But what does he know he'll do later?'

Miss Poker became increasingly frightened, and her whole being transformed into the image of the famous painting "The Scream".

She found herself completely powerless to do anything but watch Mu Muze make progress little by little.

When they're all lovey-dovey, Miss Poker will just have to stand guard at the door and hand them family planning supplies...

"This is outrageous!"

Miss Poker stomped her foot, trembling with anger, on the verge of tears.

Is this karma for what happened a few days ago?

But wasn't that Dia's fault?

"Poxon?"

An unfamiliar voice came from the alleyway next door.

Miss Poker remained on the verge of tears, ignoring everything.

"Poxon!"

Miss Poker was so engrossed in her own world that she couldn't pull herself out.

"Dia? You're here too?"

"Ah! What are you doing here?"

Pokson jolted, instinctively clutching his pocket, and turned around in alarm to look around.

He also came to buy family planning supplies?

However, when Poxon turned his head, he only saw a green-haired man with a strange look in his eyes.

"Uh...Sherlock?"

The man before me was none other than Sherlock, the wandering squire!

Pokson had seen Sherlock and Dia before when they were talking, so he wasn't surprised that Sherlock was in Kakin.

However, she was surprised by the other person's attire at that moment:

"Why are you dressed like that?"

At this moment, Sherlock was wearing a one-piece raincoat, wrapping himself up like a walking body bag.

Sherlock casually remarked:

"That's not important. Why are you still wandering around like this?"

"Now? What's wrong now?"

"You didn't know? There's a flu outbreak, and there are patients everywhere."

Sherlock pointed to the pharmacy on the street:

"All the fever reducers are gone, except for that one."

He then pointed to an uneasy pedestrian on the side of the road.

The pedestrian, wearing a mask and constantly mindful of maintaining distance from other passersby, looked utterly dejected, muttering to himself:

"It's over, all the medicine is gone, what are we going to do with my wife and kids now..."

Sherlock's gaze deepened as he withdrew his finger and said:

“New Delhi’s inner city is full of people like this now. They’re all middle-class people who can’t buy medicine and have come here. Have you ever seen what the hospital looks like now?”

Remembering the hospital he had just visited, Pokson hesitated and said:

"The hospital is out of medicine, and the wards are overflowing..."

"Yes, but what I'm saying is that it's not the hospitals that are truly overflowing."

Sherlock pointed solemnly in a certain direction and said:

"The crematoriums are even fuller than the hospital wards, though they're called funeral homes now."

"If it weren't raining right now, you could probably see huge plumes of smoke rising from the crematorium—that's a sign that the furnaces are running at full capacity."

This means...

Pokson's eyes narrowed, and he blurted out: