Soon.
Bruce came to the rooftop.
The street was very quiet, so even from a distance, the music from Lincoln Apartments still reached his ears.
Anderson, who had hurried over after hearing the news, also paled.
"Will it affect us?"
He looked at Bruce.
As a former squad leader of the Patrol Team, Bruce had encountered Awakened and read some of the files.
He knew more than they did.
"Not sure."
Bruce gave a bitter smile.
They were only a few hundred meters from the intersection.
From the known cases.
Some Supernatural Events stopped spreading after killing everyone in a certain area, but many Vicious Ghosts wandered around, going wherever there were more people.
Of course.
He had already suspected a few days ago that Lincoln Apartments had provoked something more than an ordinary Evil Spirit.
It was a ghost story.
But for ordinary people like them.
Did it make any difference?
No.
Hearing Bruce's answer, Anderson's expression also turned grim.
Evil Spirits were not something ordinary people could afford to provoke. If an Evil Spirit emerged from Lincoln Apartments, they would probably have no choice but to abandon this place and begin wandering ahead of schedule.
"Perhaps we should make some preparations."
Bruce's expression was gloomy, his brows tightly furrowed. "The Red House said a few days ago that some outsiders wanted to trade medicine in the Stream District."
"You know about that, right?"
"I do," Anderson said. "Didn't you refuse them?"
"The people on that ship dared to carry supplies around everywhere. I was worried they had an Awakened among them, so I refused. But things are different now. If there really is an Evil Spirit..."
"We need to prepare to go to the Stream District."
"Awakened." Anderson hesitated before saying uncertainly, "It won't be easy to seize