Fearn placed the fourth apple core on the corner of the table. The core was leaning crookedly against the three intact apples in front of it, like four prisoners awaiting execution.
"Do you know what it feels like to live forever?" he asked suddenly.
Lin Ze didn't answer, just looked at him quietly, waiting for his next words.
Fearn Fold the knife and put it into the work pocket.
"I spent hundreds of years studying something, and one day I finally accomplished it. When I looked back, all the people around me were dead."
His voice was calm and had no fluctuations.
"My contemporaries died in plagues and wars, and my juniors also grew old and died. Now those people no longer know me."
"I just lived in my memories. Until later, I couldn't even remember their names, and then I couldn't even remember their faces... In the end, I couldn't even remember my own appearance..."
"What happened to Number Forty-Eight's experimental subject?" Lin Ze asked.
"For a while, I completely forgot about myself." Fearn turned to look at him, and there was something inexplicable in his pupils with dark red rings.
"I was very lonely during that time. There was nothing interesting in this world, so I just played two roles by myself."
"The Number Forty-Eight you see is me jumping repeatedly between the two characters."
Fearn laughed, as if he was laughing at himself.
"Besides Number Forty-Eight, what is the Number Forty-Nine at the back? The card says Number Forty-Nine has been completed..." Lin Ze asked.
"No, Number Forty-Nine has not been completed. To be precise, those so-called experimental subjects all served me and were all failures in the past. Number Forty-Nine was the most perfect experimental subject in the past, but at that time, my life span was about to come to an end." Fearn said.
"At that time, I had no time to continue the experiment, so I simply injected the sample directly into myself."
"Maybe my desire to survive is too urgent, or maybe I am really the one favored by the God of Destiny. The previous failed experiment finally succeeded in me."
"After that... it took me more than three hundred years to understand that living too long will not make people stronger, it will only make people lose their humanity."
"Of the people I used for experiments, I remembered their names at first, but later I only remembered their numbers. No. 47, No. 31, No. 19..."
"You invited me here just to talk about this?" Lin Ze asked.
"No, what I want to say is that I can help you find all the remaining people on the list. Longbottom, Mulciber, and several others. I have spent more than two hundred years tracking their footsteps, and no one knows where they are better than me."
"What about the conditions?"
"Give me a death that suits my status." Fearn said.
Lin Ze looked into his eyes to make sure that the other party was not joking.
"You have lived for so long, and there are ten thousand ways to die."
"You don't understand." Fearn shook his head.
"My body can no longer die from physical damage."
After Fearn said those words, the air-raid shelter was quiet for a long time.
Lin Ze stared at him for a while, as if to confirm that the other party was not joking.
Fearn chuckled softly, stood up, and took off his work jacket. It wasn't until he took off all his shirts that Lin Ze could see clearly that his chest was covered with scars.
Some were stab wounds, some were marks of flames, and some were caused by nothing at all, as if the entire skin had been torn apart by something and grown back again.
Fearn picked up the folding knife from the table and made a slash on his left wrist.
The blade cut into the flesh, no blood seeped out at all, and the wound closed within two seconds, leaving not even a shallow mark.
He put the knife away and put on his coat again.
"I may have tried all the 10,000 methods you mentioned, but none of them worked."
Lin Ze leaned on the back of the chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"Then why do you think I can do it?"
Fearn sat down again, staring at him with dark red-ringed pupils for a long time.
"You may not realize it, but there is something in you that is the only thing in the world that can kill me."
"What?"
"I don't know what it's called, but I can feel it." Fearn's nose twitched slightly.
"You have a special smell. The first time I saw you from a distance, I knew you were different."
Looking at Lin Ze's expressionless face, Fearn smiled.
"I'm not kidding." Fearn pushed the three peeled apples on the corner of the table in the direction of Lin Ze, his movements were very slow, as if he was discussing an ordinary business.
"You were the first person who made me feel hopeful."
Lin Ze picked up an apple and took a bite.
Very sweet.
"What kind of death do you want?"
"A strong enough opponent can kill me in a fair duel." Fearn put his hands on the table and crossed his fingers.
"My experimental data is enough to drive the entire Wizarding World crazy. I will burn them all before I die."
"You can help me distribute the property in my name to the families of those who have been harmed by me, no matter whether they are still alive or not, as much as you can find."
"Of course, you can keep these things yourself if you want." Fearn smiled when he said this, with a self-deprecating tone in his tone that Lin Ze felt was quite real.
"But I have to say something first." Lin Ze put down the apple core and said seriously.
"I can promise you, but only if I confirm your sincerity first."
"How to confirm?"
"The people on the list, Old Mulciber, Casa·Longbottom, I need them to become members of the Wizengamot trial bench."
Fearn did not hesitate and took out a piece of squarely folded parchment from his pocket and pushed it in front of Lin Ze.
"This is Old Mulciber's second residence in London. It's not Grey Mist Manor. That place is just for entertaining visitors. He also has a secluded house in the city, at Kensington District, where he goes every Thursday night."
Lin Ze took the parchment, unfolded it and took a look.
There is a detailed house number written on it, the handwriting is neat and the ink is not dark.
"Why Thursday?"
"Because every Thursday night, someone from the vampire clan will send him something."
Lin Ze Fold the parchment and put it into your pocket.
When we came out of the air-raid shelter, the traffic on Southwark Bridge had become much thinner.
The night wind blew in from the river, carrying a damp muddy smell, causing the collar of his coat to turn over.
Lin Ze Standing in the shadow of the bridge tunnel, he raised his head and glanced at the bridge across the river above his head. The steel structure glowed darkly under the night sky.
"A death worthy of one's status." He repeated Fearn's words in a low voice and sneered.