Clown Game
Chapter 298 - 285 Interlude

They all had their own places to live.

For example, the scantily clad woman lived in a small town on the edge of Mozambique.

And the drunkard, he lived near a town in Northern Ireland with a name that was hard to pronounce. In fact, if the Foundation wanted to catch him, they just had to stake out a nearby brewery for a couple of hours to nab him.

Like Lin Fan, he lived in a privately built dwelling on the coast of the Yellow Sea.

Like the nurse, she lived in a bustling area of Seattle.

Then there was the guy who never took off his baseball cap, he wandered around the world, staying wherever he liked.

Anyway, apart from Amin and the Locksmith, everyone lived in different places, and Amin and the Locksmith only stayed in this gathering place because their abnormal reactions were too obvious to hide among the crowd; otherwise, they wouldn’t want to stay here either.

Because it was really boring here, there were only a few rooms with unclear purposes, a few doors marked with numeric codes, an enormous computer like a steel tower, and a vast expanse of metal ground.

And all people did was take a key, and each time they entered or left, they just randomly opened a door with this key.

...

At the moment, Lin Fan stood dumbfounded in a room decorated in a medieval European style.

Looking at the mysterious young girl who had just taken off her hood.

"Is this person... really still alive?"

That was Lin Fan’s first thought upon seeing her.

Her skin should have lost its nutrient supply long ago, but through some means, it was still attached to the muscles, not rotting away. It was like those bodies soaked in preservatives.

And when she took out jars containing organs and the brain from the backpack she carried, Lin Fan barely controlled himself and almost vomited out his morning meal.

Then, as the girl’s robe slipped off and the wings made of dense blood vessels unfurled, Lin Fan was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide. The food remnants that surged up his throat were also frightened into silence.

No wonder, she was called Angel!

But, she seemed somewhat different from the conventional image of an angel.

...

In this room, there were only three people, and Qiu Mujin showed no discomfort at the young girl’s appearance.

No matter her reaction, Lin Fan wouldn’t be surprised because he simply couldn’t see through her.

She always appeared in a hurry and left in haste. She had many things on her mind but never spoke them out loud.

Well..., actually he couldn’t see through anyone here.

A bunch of freaks.

Maybe, others saw him the same way.

....

"Foundation, I finally found you," Qiu Mujin said.

The young girl in front of him was slowly moving jars from the floor to the table. Lin Fan saw with his own eyes as she inserted a long electrode into a brain jar, just like sticking a chopstick into tofu.

"The space is still imperfect, it will always be discovered. A month ago, it was tracked down to a gap while searching for my next body. The guy who loves sugar personally led a team here. Lucky for me, I managed to escape."

"So that big eyeball was captured?"

"Yes, it bought me time; otherwise, I couldn’t have escaped."

"Well, no matter what, they didn’t catch you, which is still good news. So I guess there’s also bad news."

The girl known as Angel nodded slightly.

"I... am trapped here," she said, pointing to her chest.

...

...

Lin Fan stood quietly, listening to the conversation between the two women, but he couldn’t understand a word.

Suddenly, Angel raised her head abruptly.

"How much longer do you have..."

She inexplicably stared at Qiu Mujin and asked a baffling question.

Lin Fan was stunned; he subconsciously thought of something. He looked at the two in surprise.

"Three months," Qiu Mujin replied indifferently, as if she were discussing something perfectly normal. Then, she turned her head and smiled... It was the first time she had looked at Lin Fan since entering the room.

"Everything has its cost, possession entails loss. In this world, the principle of equivalent exchange is hard to change... so, don’t tell anyone else," she said, squinting her eyes beautifully.

But Lin Fan’s heart had been trembling violently from the moment that question was asked, and it still hadn’t stopped.

...

...

Shell Street in City K

Chen Xiao was fiddling with two cards that bore the crow pattern in his hands.

Two days ago, after Boss Yu handed him the cards, Chen Xiao seemed a lot quieter.

He hadn’t sifted through tasks aimlessly, nor had he pried into Bai Xiong’s stories about an old man who devoured memories.

He just sat at home, playing with the cards, occasionally going to the café to eat a slice of cake, and even when he saw Boss Yu, he was too lazy to complain.

He was waiting for something.

When his cousin saw Chen Xiao like this, she wondered for a while... if he was in love.

However, whenever she asked him something like "What’s wrong with you?" Chen Xiao always seemed to suddenly remember something extremely exciting, grinning incessantly while holding a spoon.

Well... okay, considering her cousin’s face, which was truly hard to like, she quickly dismissed the thought.

If someone like him could fall in love, maybe her cousin could actually get married too.

In any case, the past two days had been calm, even somewhat surreal.

And often, at such times, some minor incidents would come along to fill the dullness of life.

...

That day, a young man was wandering around Shell Street.

This man looked as if he had just recovered from a severe illness, with sunken eyes, a dim complexion, and skin that seemed slack, as if it had rapidly lost weight in a short period and never recovered, resembling the half-buried elderly. However, the tattoos on his arms and shoulders and the remaining muscle contours showed that, not long ago, he was robust and probably fit enough to be a petty thug in the lanes and alleys.

Indeed, he had been a very healthy person half a year ago; however, after suffering from kidney failure and staying in the hospital for most of the year, even the best of health had turned into this condition, and he was lucky to have barely clung to life because of his youth.

So without further ado, wandering around Shell Street, one would definitely see this coffee shop, especially since it had become quite famous (particularly after his cousin began baking cakes there).

This young man naturally did not have any taste for this kind of homebody culture, but he glanced inside through the window unconsciously and disdainfully spit.

Suddenly, it seemed he saw something. He immediately dragged his sickly body to the window at top speed, staring with wide eyes at Chen Xiao sitting at the counter and his cousin, who had just delivered the cake to the kitchen... His breathing, due to extreme anger, quickened significantly and caused several coughs.