Chapter 397: 395, I think I saw the director.
The relationship between the public bus and the Horror House is complex and intertwined.
Targeting the school, they staged an extremely absurd battle between strangenesses, or should I say, mutual backstabbing?
“Backstabbing” seems to be a more accurate term.
The Horror House backstabbed a wave of public buses, dragging the school away.
The public bus then backstabbed a wave of Horror Houses, pulling away the school along with the city reflection.
This is fatal.
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If the strangenesses were replaced by people,
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then their hatred for each other was probably to the point of never-ending enmity.
And Du Wei…
He is very embarrassed right now.
Things had already spiraled out of control when he began to use his Marking Ability to take Josh onto the bus.
He had no choice but to brazenly help the public bus battle the Horror House.
Naturally, he contributed to the end of this battle.
But now the Horror House is frantically pursuing the public bus, which is fleeing non-stop with the school and the city reflection in tow.
It refuses to give up.
The public bus is even less likely to give up the school it regained.
The two strangenesses moving one after the other.
Without the slightest sign of stopping.
Du Wei sits in the driver’s seat, emotionlessly pressing the door switch over and over again.
But it’s completely useless.
Before the will of the public bus was revived, he could muddy the waters and play the role of the driver.
But now this privilege is invalid.
It’s easy to board but hard to disembark.
Helplessly,
Du Wei sighed and asked himself, “Am I going to be trapped here?”
The likelihood was very high.
Then he took out the Joker Card.
“I wish to escape from my current predicament.”
Just like before.
This time the Joker Card didn’t even show a hint of change, it simply went on strike.
The confrontation between the public bus and the Horror House was something it dared not meddle in.
The realization of wishes in a spiritual sense depended on the level of the wish.
Now it was utterly useless.
Du Wei checked all the items he had on him, the flintlock gun, a pair of white gloves, coin, mask, lighter, Joker Card, and that map.
Beyond that, there was nothing else that could come in handy in this situation.
Clenching his teeth, he turned his head to look at the carriage, his gaze lingering on the thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers for a long time.
“I need to think of a way…”
Outside.
The relentless downpour enveloped everything.
The silhouette of the Horror House appeared above the rain-struck cities in a flash.
On the other side of those cities,
the public bus, dragging the reflection of West Gana City along with the school, moved through the rain-drenched world at a bizarre speed.
It would only appear on a rainy day.
That is to say, any place in the world where it’s raining could become its route.
…
At this very moment,
It’s also raining in Switzerland.
The people from Dusk Bell Church are just as uncomfortable as Du Wei.
Ever since the night of June 15th, all members of the Dusk Bell Church have been vomiting and suffering from diarrhea, as if they had food poisoning.
Their leader, Lord Matthew, had given them an order.
They must find out the truth of the matter within three days.
Hmm…
Now it was the third day.
But they had nothing to show for it.
In the council hall on the second floor of Dusk Bell Church.
Everyone sat upright and serious.
Their leader, Matthew, his face hidden by a cowl with only his aged, falling hair visible, coughed.
This old man had lived for several centuries.
But now, he was also suffering from diarrhea.
All kinds of medications had been used, to no avail.
The urgency still demanded its due…
“Ladies and gentlemen… it’s now the third day, tell me, you won’t let me down, will you?”
Matthew’s voice sounded weak and powerless, no longer carrying its former dignity and solemnity.
All of them lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.
Someone, full of shame, said, “I’m sorry, my lord, I… we’ve found nothing.”
Another said, “I suspect there’s something wrong with our food, but we’ve already changed our food supply sources, yet there is still no improvement.”
“Moreover, we have checked the entire food supply market in Switzerland, the entire supply chain is very clean, and there was no trace of drugs found in the original food.”
Hearing this.
Matthew weakly pounded on the table and asked, “What about the water sources? Could it be in the water?”
Immediately, someone replied, “We’ve sent it for testing, and there is no issue with the water source. This might be an incident beyond our comprehension, such as Evil Spirit? Demon Spirit? Or perhaps it’s the church that’s making a clandestine move against us.”
Matthew’s anger surged as he said, “Evil Spirits and Demon Spirits would only twist your head off, they definitely wouldn’t cause vomiting and diarrhea, is your head filled with water?”
Saying this, he forcefully stood up, but then felt his legs go weak and had to support himself on the table with both hands.
This made Matthew even angrier, and he pointed at those people and scolded, “The church, the church, don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. If it were really the church’s doing, they would have already made a move against us by now, just look at yourselves.”
“You… you… you’ve all disappointed me too much!”
If it weren’t for knowing that these people were core members of the Dusk Bell Church, Matthew might have thought that sitting in front of him was a group of patients.
Suddenly.
Ryan, who was dozing off to the side, was awakened by the noise, and he looked around confusedly, “Is the consultation over?”
Matthew shook his head and said, “Not yet.”
After speaking, his complexion darkened, “Shut up, this isn’t some consultation, this is our council.”
Ryan uttered an “Oh” and then blankly stared at the ceiling.
He thought to himself, “Damn, these mental patients sure know how to come up with terms, a council, no less. Do they really think I, Ryan, haven’t seen enough in my years as a doctor?”
“Heh.”
But just then, Ryan’s eyes reflected the inverted image of a city, and he widened his eyes in disbelief at the sight of a bus within that reflection.
To be precise, it was Du Wei inside the bus carriage holding a flintlock gun, preparing to do something.
Then, Ryan got excited.
“Director, is that you? Have you finally come to get me?”
“Damn, the food at Dusk Bell seems to have issues, but good thing my constitution is wicked awesome, not a single thing wrong with me. Hurry up and take me away, I don’t want to stay here anymore.”
“Director? Director, why aren’t you stopping the bus?”
Ryan watched dumbfounded as the reflection of the city rapidly disappeared.
He scratched his head, then had a moment of realization and said, “I get it, the director is on a business trip, no wonder he’s taking the bus, what’s it called again… public… public something…”
This scene in the eyes of the others looked like a mental patient having a fit.
Matthew watched Ryan with mixed feelings, lamenting, “Couldn’t you stop acting crazy? We’re in the middle of a meeting, do you understand? There is no director here, only bishops.”
Ryan was interrupted mid-thought, and he said angrily, “Cut the crap, I definitely saw the director.”
Now Matthew was a patient too, his voice not as loud as Ryan’s, and was simply drowned out.
He waved his hands helplessly, “Suit yourself, just don’t talk now, the council isn’t over yet…”
Ryan’s expression changed, and pointing at Matthew, he said, “Okay, you, you’re not well yourself, and you won’t let me talk, you should know, I have the right to remain silent.”
Matthew suppressed his anger and reluctantly smiled, “Yes, yes, you have that right.”
Ryan then nodded contentedly, silently staring at everyone.
He did not speak a word, but to himself he thought, “I, Ryan, am truly amazing, prescribing to so many people at once. Their reactions to the medication don’t seem quite right, but no matter, as long as we keep at it, I’m sure I can cure them.”
“After that, the director will take me with him on the bus for a business trip, just thinking about it feels great!”
Ryan’s gaze left Matthew and the others confused.
But no one really took it to heart, after all, in their eyes, Ryan was just a mental illness hunter.
A mental patient, after all, wouldn’t be normal if they didn’t act strangely.