The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 279 - 186: The Disappearance of Isadelle_2

Chapter 279: Chapter 186: The Disappearance of Isadelle_2

The pain gave him a solid sense of reality, at least he still possessed part of his body.

"Hm?" Devil Wind made a sound of confusion, finding the person curled up in the corner somewhat strange.

It shouldn’t be like this.

If that person was on the verge of Cyber Syndrome, his condition shouldn’t be like this.

On the eve of a Cyber Syndrome outbreak, a patient would only have destructive urges, and it was almost impossible to restrain such urges.

Simply put, those who could restrain these destructive urges generally possessed extremely strong willpower and decision-making abilities; they wouldn’t risk it for greater mechanical strength.

As for this person now...

Devil Wind lowered his gaze, slowly walked towards the corner, then took a small bottle of medicine from his body and rolled it toward the person in the corner.

He said in a deep voice to the person, "This is a sedative, it can calm your mind."

Having said that, Devil Wind turned and left the place, catching up with Fox and Fang Yue, seemingly indifferent to whether the rift dweller could hear his words or not.

"Playing the good guy again?" Fox glanced at the following Devil Wind, "Better to just kill those who are hostile toward us."

"But even the good guy dares to face blood and kill people with his own hands," Devil Wind heard the mockery in Fox’s words and replied calmly.

"..." Fox gritted his teeth, seemingly somewhat annoyed as he protested, "I just don’t like dirtying my own hands."

Fang Yue wisely didn’t interject, although he too found it incredible when he discovered this fact.

Fox, this recklessly bold individual, actually couldn’t stand the sight of blood.

It wasn’t a physiological aversion like hemophobia, but rather a simple psychological fear...

Er, disgust, disgust.

He could hypnotize a criminal without hesitation, smile playfully, and command him to die, but he was unable to do the actual killing himself, or even fire the gun.

That was somewhat outrageous.

"Let’s go." Devil Wind didn’t pursue the advantage over Fox, "There are still many prisoners scattered throughout Thirteen District."

"Cheh." Fox snorted and then walked ahead as usual, with Devil Wind closely following; after all, with Fox’s actual combat ability, just a stray bullet could end his life.

And painter Fang Yue also briskly followed them, still unsure of his exact status with these two.

After leaving Special Prison, with little communication or interaction, Deception Group had not subjected him to any coercion or temptation; yet he naturally found himself tagging along behind them.

After the three men slowly left, Gary in the corner finally felt his headache easing up a bit. He reached for the small bottle and without hesitation swallowed two pills.

Perhaps it was psychological, but just half a minute after swallowing the pills, he felt much better. However, the continuous pain had left him mentally and physically exhausted, so he chose to lie down straight, staring blankly at the ceiling.

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"Aunt Lisa, I have some things I want to ask you, can we talk?" Jiang Shu knocked on a door in the alleyway, opened by a stout, waist-round woman.

"Sorry young man, I still have to go help in the restaurant; we can talk when I get back," said Aunt Lisa with a Slavic face, continuously waving her hands, stepping back into the house without shutting the door.

"Valich, if I see you taking your brother’s things again, I’ll skin you!"

"And you, Agata, you’re no good either, idly going to help your teacher at the factory!"

The house was chaotic, filled with the sharp screams and playful noises of children. Aunt Lisa, raising her voice, patrolled around the house quickly. She soon found her large bag, slinging it over her shoulder and checking the time as she hastily walked out.

"Here’s five thousand, which should be enough to cover your afternoon kitchen help," Jiang Shu quickly pulled out five thousand dollars; for him now, the value of time far exceeded this amount of money.

"You... alright, what do you want to ask?" Aunt Lisa’s eyes widened at the sight of the stack of bills, nodding continuously, then pointed to a small fruit stand not far from her house, "Let’s talk over there."

"Okay." Jiang Shu nodded his head. It was clear she still had some wariness toward him, not daring to invite him into her home.

The two walked toward the fruit stand, chatting as they went.

"Were you previously a maid for the Ashbourne family?" Jiang Shu cut straight to the chase, "Can you tell me about their family situation?"

"Yes, but that was more than twenty years ago," Aunt Lisa put away the five thousand dollars, unconcerned about Jiang Shu’s thoughts, idly counting the bills and casually said, "The Ashbourne family has always had few children, so they didn’t have many maids. You’ve come to the right person asking me."

"Uh-huh," Jiang Shu nodded his head, then continued, "You can skip the details that can be found online. I want to know about something specific concerning Clo."

"Clo? Clo Ashbourne?" Aunt Lisa paused for a moment when she heard the name, seemingly recalling something about Clo, then slowly said with a sigh, "You mean the one who left to form some black syndicate and then got caught?"