Chapter 120

"Stop, stop, stop! Let's leave this topic at that! Also, you just said you could provide some solutions for Zuo Jian..."

"I don't think I'm capable of doing that!"

"Are you just going to give them an empty promise like that?"

The Doctor, somewhat annoyed, asked about it.

'Don't worry, neither of us has the ability to solve this problem, but the difference is that I happen to know someone who does.'

"You know?"

'If my guess is correct, we need a messenger, and then we need to establish a long-range communication system. With a bit of luck, we might be able to contact some old friends soon.'

"I always felt that your attitude when you mentioned those old friends was completely different from how you were talking to Zuo Jian just now..."

'Really? Maybe. If you could be like him, I wouldn't mind being nicer to you.'

Chapter 76, Recipient, Rhodes Island

"I said, do you really have a solution?"

The Doctor walked out of the hotel, somewhat puzzled, and asked the voice in his head.

Yes, but first

First, my suggestion is that you contact that young man who doesn't know the truth.

The Wraith slowly spoke, reminding the Doctor that there was a young man in the police station in the distance trying every possible way to seek help.

"You don't need to tell me."

With a sigh, she took out her communicator and dialed the number again.

This time, after a brief dialing sound, the other end answered.

[Hello, I'm sorry, I'm very busy right now. If it's urgent, please call me back later... What? Officer, I've already made myself very clear! My colleague has been kidnapped by gangsters, please hurry...]

What does "insufficient evidence" mean?

Aiden's voice came through the communicator. It was clear that he was talking to someone, but the more he spoke, the more his voice trembled and became tinged with anger.

Immediately afterwards, a dull thud rang out, accompanied by the young man's burning anger and incredulous confusion.

[Aren't you police officers?! Aren't you supposed to be helping the people?! Are you in cahoots with those gangsters?!]

On the other end of the phone, Aiden clenched his fists and loudly questioned the police officer sitting upright in the chair in front of him.

The latter simply put down his glasses silently, then took out a cleaning cloth and slowly wiped away the dust.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Wilson."

"You!"

"Are you all a bunch of --?"

"Mr. Wilson, I suggest you watch your wording. If necessary, in order to protect the reputation of the Royal Victoria Police, I will have to take some necessary measures."

However, the other party simply put on glasses, directly interrupting Aiden's anger that was about to spill from his throat.

"..."

"If there is nothing else, Mr. Wilson, you may leave now. The police department's public resources are very valuable, and we must ensure that they are used to protect the interests of the public."

As he spoke, he straightened his clothes, making the police badge on his chest shine brightly under the light.

But Aiden felt as if... that flashing light was like several needles piercing his eyes.

After being half-shoved out of the police station, he turned around and looked at the golden lion and wheat symbol hanging on the floor of the building behind him.

When he was a child, his textbooks told him that this emblem meant a righteous policeman, and that the laws and glory of Victoria would protect every person.

"...* Victoria's profanity*"

Aiden took a deep breath and looked at the convenience store next to him. His gaze gradually focused on the pointed kitchen knife displayed in the window.

Seemingly having made up his mind, he stepped forward, about to enter the convenience store.

[Let me guess, you're not thinking of just buying a random kitchen knife and fork or whatever—basically some ridiculous weapon—and then rushing back to the hotel to confront the gangsters alone, are you?]

A familiar voice suddenly came from beside him, abruptly pulling Aiden out of his anger and impulsive emotions.

After looking around and finding no one, he realized something and then took out a communicator from his pocket.

The communication time shown above has already lasted for ten minutes.

"That voice... Senior?! Was that you who just called?!"

He was momentarily stunned, but then he excitedly grabbed the communicator and shouted.

[Pretty much. I also listened to the service attitude of the Royal Victoria Police, which I can only say met my expectations.]

"Senior, you escaped?"

[Escaped?]

[Pretty much, it just took a bit of effort. Don't underestimate me, kid.]

"Where are you, senior? I'm coming to pick you up..."

[No need. You should take care of yourself first. I'm quite comfortable on my own right now. If I add you, I'll be followed and have someone to carry on my person.]

"I..."

[By the way, how's the police station in Londinium? Did you get a warm welcome from those champions of justice?]

"Senior, you knew it would turn out like this... so why did you still—"

"... No... I'm sorry, senior, I understand... I'm sorry..."

[Alright, we'll talk about self-criticism tomorrow. It's obvious the fieldwork is off now. Aiden, go home and rest.]

After saying that, the Doctor hung up the phone and leaned back lazily on a park bench.

"Hey, how much longer are we going to stay?"

'If nothing unexpected happens, it shouldn't take more than an hour.'

In the Doctor's sight, the Wraith slowly walked over from the side and then sat down beside her with a somewhat dignified air.

"Speaking of which, I was clearly off work, but I was dragged into working overtime, and now there's even more work to do... Damn it, this is exploitation! Exploitation!"

However, the other party simply ignored the Doctor's protests and quietly counted down the time.

That's about it.

"What do you mean, 'almost'?"

'Time.'

"What happened to time...?"

Raise your hand, making a coin-tossing gesture, repeat four times.

"What do you mean by flipping a coin..."

..."

The Doctor was somewhat puzzled, but the Wraith clearly had no intention of explaining anything further to her.

'You'd better hurry, the other person won't observe you for long. You probably have about five seconds to finish taking out the coin.'

"Can't you just explain yourself clearly?"

Despite his doubts, the Doctor took out a Victoria coin, then naturally flicked it up with his thumb, caught it, and repeated this four times.

Even she herself was a little puzzled. Flipping a coin shouldn't be a particularly simple action, but why... did she feel quite familiar with it?

"Okay, so what's next?"

The Doctor caught the coin and spread it out in his palm.

Before the Wraith could answer, a rough hand reached out and took the coin from her hand.

"Playing with coins in public is not a good habit, ma'am."

"Who else could it be but you--"

Upon seeing this, the Doctor was about to jump up and snatch back his coin, but after seeing the pair of curved horns on the other person's head, he subconsciously sat back down.

Sarkaz?

How could Victoria have Sarkaz? And...

Not Infected?

"Really? I think it's an excellent way to attract 'Rat'."

"Ha?"

'Stop being silly, just read it aloud.'

The Doctor, seeing that the other party seemed to be waiting for something, then steeled himself and repeated the Wraith's words.

After hearing this, the other person's expression clearly showed displeasure, but instead, they sat down next to her.

"It seems that Wraith is still alive."

The Sarkaz man's voice seemed to carry a hint of regret and anger.

"Really? You don't seem too happy to see me. Whatever, I don't care. On the contrary... I can't believe you guys actually managed to infiltrate Victoria, and so... brazenly."

The Doctor sat to one side, responsible for repeating the Wraith's words one by one.

"I am deeply grateful for the Princess's kindness."

'But it seems you're working for someone now?'

The words had barely left his lips when the Doctor suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The man beside him suddenly blazed with intense killing intent in his eyes, staring intently at the Doctor.

"We could have continued to follow her."

"Tell me, where is that damn Doctor?"

'How would I know? After all, I was just a messenger.'

"... I really wish I could kill him with my own hands."

Hearing the other person's angry words, the Doctor suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Damn it, what the hell is going on?!

The person on the other end seemed to have some deep-seated grudge against her, but she didn't seem to know her at all—wait a minute! You don't know me! I don't know you either, so why the hostility? What did I do to deserve this...?

Halfway through her thought, she suddenly paused, then listened to the Wraith's somewhat sarcastic tone...

Damn it.

'Alright, I'll relay your thoughts to him truthfully. He'll probably break out in a cold sweat after hearing them.'

"Ha, I can't imagine that bastard showing any fear at all."

"Alright, let's get down to business. What do you want to know?"

'What the hell is Theresis up to now?'

"That Doctor can probably figure that out himself, so is it really necessary to ask again? Actually, he just wants detailed personnel allocation, right?"

'Very well, so, what is the answer?'

"The Bloodfiend Great Lord is alone; the rest are like me, who went into hiding beforehand."

After the Sarkaz man finished speaking, he stood up, seemingly intending to leave after delivering the information.

However, the Doctor's voice soon rang out from behind.

Oh, and besides that, could you please send a letter for that Doctor?

Stepping forward, at the Wraith's prompting, the Doctor took out a letter from his pocket.

Wait a moment

Letter?

When was this written?

However, it's clear that the other party has no intention of explaining to the Doctor.

"... Tsk, who is the recipient?"