Breath (End of Volume)

After leaving the Special Education School, Jock had traveled through many cities and met quite a few investigators, as well as Pseudo-Humans disguised among the crowds.

All manner of lifeforms were different from the person before him.

Faced with the unknown, Jock's latent instinct to flee had been triggered. Even though he was in high spirits, he decisively stopped performing and prepared to run.

Staying alive was more important than anything. If he stayed alive, he could perfect all kinds of performances. If he stayed alive, he could do anything he wanted.

Standing in the corridor without making the slightest sound, Jock wore a smile. He waved goodbye rhythmically as he retraced his steps like a rewinding tape.

When he returned to the entrance and reached behind himself to open the door,

he found that the lock was completely fixed in place and could not be opened.

"Hmm?"

Jock turned around to inspect it and found that the keyhole had been completely blocked.

A door like this naturally could not hold him. He immediately pressed his palm against the door and injected balloon material inside through the cracks.

After the door was completely destroyed, there was a thick cement wall outside. It was airtight, and there was no way out.

He immediately went to the kitchen on the other side of the corridor. Though he could see the scenery outside through the window,

when he approached it, he discovered that the so-called "scenery" outside was merely a sticker. Beneath it was still a cement wall.

At that moment,

Jock finally understood that he, a random hunter all this time, had actually been targeted by someone.

The other party's methods were exceptionally skillful, surpassing his own tricks.

Since he could not escape directly, he could only think of another way.

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