Chapter 4529

"Not long after the cliff incident, I returned to England and told Dr. Sothip everything I had experienced. I thought he would be surprised, but now he is troubled by another matter. He told me that he was a member of a pen pal club, and they exchanged some mysterious and obscure information through letters. When I asked about the specific situation, the doctor was secretive about it. And judging from his reaction to my story, he was definitely not the first time he had come into contact with such things. I think there is really a group of people in this world who can see the other side of this world that is more terrifying and dangerous, which ordinary people cannot see.

What troubles the doctor is that there are fewer and fewer normal people among those who correspond with him. Recently, someone even emailed him to ask about some things in this regard. This is indeed crazy, because you don't know who will see the email and come into contact with those taboo knowledge. This group of people is obviously unscrupulous, and their boldness is surprising.

The content of their correspondence is also becoming more and more dangerous, seemingly searching for information in this regard, like a posture of getting to the bottom of things. This also triggered my worries, because if you want to find such information, the Cat Getan University Library is an unavoidable pass.

Since I left, Cat Getan University has not had a new librarian. If this group of people is allowed to rampage in the library, I don't know what kind of trouble will be caused. Dr. Sothip also entrusted me with this. Therefore, on a rainy night that was still humid, I returned to my hometown. I returned to Cat Getan."

A harsh creaking sound came from the old wooden floor. Moisture poured in from the doorway. Jason, sitting behind the counter, looked up and saw a familiar face.

"Good evening, Jason. I really didn't expect you to be back."

"I should be the one saying that," Jason continued to look down at the manuscript in his hand. His eyelashes were straight and long, casting dense shadows under the dim light, almost covering up all his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"If I said I came to visit you after learning you were back, would you believe it?"

Jason laughed in a low voice and said: "If I believe you, I'll be a ghost. Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"What else can you do in the library." The figure in front of him walked into the light. She had a gorgeous face, but her smiling eyes were very clear, leaning lazily against the counter, tapping the table with her fingers. "I'm looking for a book, Mr. Librarian."

"Alright, Harley," Jason looked up somewhat helplessly. Harley had already crossed the counter and leaned over; the distance between the two was too close, and Jason could even see every pore on her face. This scared him, and he kicked the chair with his feet, retreating more than a meter away.

Harley laughed triumphantly, patted the counter with her hand, and said: "Hurry up and find me a book! Jason Todd!"

Jason sighed, slowly stood up from the chair, and walked back to the front of the counter. The bad diet in England didn't limit his growth and development; he was really too tall and too strong. When he straightened his body, he was like a high wall, able to shroud anyone in it.

Harley subconsciously took a step back, put her hands behind her back, looked up at him, her face full of justification. Jason looked at her and said: "What book are you looking for?"

"I don't know either," Harley lowered her eyes and said, "The strangest book you have here."

"The strangest book?"

"Yes, the kind of gibberish that no one has ever borrowed and no one is willing to read. The crazier, the better."

"What are you looking for this kind of book for?" Jason sat down again, looking at the draft he hadn't finished writing, and the first part that had already been published, conceiving the direction of the story.

"Don't worry about that, great writer. Can't I just want to find some leisure books to read?"

"That's not a leisure book," Jason was still very calm, and he said, "Go and flip through the bookshelves yourself. I'm busy right now."

"If I could find it, why would I bother you?" Harley was relentless, "I just need one book. Can you help me find it?"

"I know what you want to do," Jason said, "Among your group, a bizarre case suddenly spread, called 'Blood Tide'. Something created a corpse that you find very beautiful, and you want to trace the source. But I must remind you, that is very dangerous."

"You didn't just hear about it," Harley narrowed her eyes and said, "You must know something, Jason. You have talent in this area, but you are always resisting. Why can't you honestly accept yourself?"

"I am just myself," Jason said, "I think I am very good as I am now. And I don't want to participate in any mystery investigation at all. I..."

"Bang!"

The gunshot was like a silver bottle breaking. Behind the glass window that Harley aimed at, a corpse slowly fell in. She put away her gun with cold eyes and said: "I'm afraid it won't be as you wish, sir. They have been eyeing this place for a long time."

Jason put down his pen and looked in that direction. The corpse that fell in was holding a high-powered crossbow, the arrow was already loaded, and one second later, it should have shot directly into his head.

Harley didn't pay attention to the corpse; she just turned around, looked at Jason and said: "Admit it, Jason Todd. You can go anywhere for a short time and enjoy the different lives you dream of. But as long as there is a chance, you will definitely return to Cat Getan, because you belong here. You may be a kind savior, but you also enjoy the danger and excitement of dealing with evil. Isn't that right?"

For privacy reasons, I have omitted this person's name here. All I can say is that he was once a world-renowned magician, but he was also notorious in the magical world, or, the same in hell.

Am I like what she described? I don't know. She was right too many times, so the last time we talked about this topic, I chose to escape. And the fact is, on many nights in Oxford, I was thinking about this question.

Whether Cat Getan is really a curse to me. Whether the me shaped by this city is really essentially different from those lunatics I don't want to understand and don't want to collude with.

Admittedly, a person who truly pursues a peaceful life would never come back at such a moment. But is the idea that I should be responsible really just an excuse for seeking excitement? I believe she didn't mean that, and I shouldn't think of myself as so evil. However, when a crazy adventure threw me an admission ticket, I still squeezed this thin paper tightly and let myself walk toward the lottery machine."

Jason walked out from behind the counter. His tall figure shuttled through the dense bookshelf area, looking like he was wandering aimlessly, but also seemed to have a goal. Harley just stood outside the bookshelf area, seemingly very trusting of the results he gave.

After a while, Jason walked out with a book in his head, handed it to Harley, and said: "Maybe it will be this one, I can't be sure either. But you can take a look."

"What is this book about?"

"I haven't read it either."

"Then how did you find it?"

"By intuition," Jason tilted his head and said, "This is why this job is not something anyone can do."

"Interesting," Harley evaluated. Then she picked up the book and started flipping through it. The library became very quiet, with only very slight page-turning sounds and the rustling of writing.

"Your intuition is quite accurate," Harley closed the book and laughed, saying, "I'm going to see a friend, do you want to go with me?"

"Friend? Who?"

"A nameless lady."

Shiler stood on the cliff, observing the movement of the corpses below. Some time had passed since the injection, but there was no movement for the time being. This could also be said to be good news, because this proved that the Black Hand had not made any progress on the Great Old One, and couldn't take care of this group of living corpses, naturally not discovering their abnormality.

Jonathan didn't say the effective time, but it can be inferred from his personal style that it shouldn't take too long; after all, fear toxin is effective immediately. There is no movement now, it should be that the Joker virus is exerting its power.

Sure enough, after waiting for a few more minutes, Shiler found that the fingers of one of the old corpses trembled slightly. Then this kind of tremor and twitching appeared universally on all corpses.

It didn't look like they had come back to life, but rather that something was pulling them to move. The whole scene looked very strange, and appearing on the set of a zombie movie could scare a lot of people.

After the twitching stopped, there was no movement again. Shiler felt something was wrong, he walked down, wanting to check the eye movement of the corpses. If the eye movement frequency changed, it should be a success.

But just as he walked into the middle of the corpses, cold wind accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air attacked the back of his head. Shiler turned and dodged. A short-haired woman rushed toward him with a dagger. Shiler pulled away again. When the other party stabbed forward, he hit her wrist with an umbrella. The dagger fell to the ground. The woman rushed up again. Shiler retreated again.

"I haven't offended you, have I?" Shiler asked.

"Damn it, what did you inject me with?!" The woman swayed in place, her limbs seemingly out of control.

Shiler observed her state, and then found something wrong. This was the first time he had seen such a person—her spiritual realm and her appearance were completely different.

Generally speaking, the spiritual realm will truthfully reflect on the appearance, which is the so-called "appearance comes from the heart." The appearance here does not refer to looks, but a person's overall appearance and temperament.

How a person dresses themselves and what kind of temperament they show is closely related to their mental state. The woman in front of Shiler was obviously a professional killer, her skills were very powerful, and her actions were very decisive. Her appearance style was biased toward Gothic, and logically speaking, it wasn't very out of place, but there was a kind of awkwardness that couldn't match.

"Are you a superhuman?" Shiler asked. But he almost confirmed this guess; without the ability to transform, it would be impossible to appear so abrupt.

The woman suddenly knelt on the ground and started retching, the gasping sound in her throat becoming like crazy laughter. Shiler had never thought that there would be a living person mixed in these corpses. If he had known, he would have asked Jonathan for some antidote.

Although there was no antidote, it was not completely impossible. Shiler walked over and grabbed the woman's wrist, starting to use the gray fog to help her clear the Joker virus in her body. This was not his kindness, mainly because injecting this thing into a dead person was a gamble, and injecting it into a living person was a bit anti-human. If a Joker was really created, it would be trouble.

The Joker virus is special, and no one can say it can be completely cleared. Shiler cleared the Joker virus solution injected into her body as much as possible. The woman let out a long breath and sat on the ground.

"So what is going on? Who are you?"

The woman looked up: "Jane Doe."