Clown Game
Chapter 372 - 357: Seeing Angel Again

Chapter 372: Chapter 357: Seeing Angel Again

The next day, in the apartment on Shell Street. Chen Xiao woke up early, went to the bathroom to clean himself up, got dressed, and then, out of boredom, twisted all the handles of the pots and pans in one direction. He stood up, sat down—all in all, he seemed weighed down with worry.

In fact, he had tossed and turned all night and hadn’t slept much. Although he tried to hide his excitement, to elevate his sophistication by adamantly telling himself, "What’s the big deal in just getting my memories back!" he ultimately lost the battle.

Yesterday, after the postman left C-211 and Eyeball at The Splitters’ base, he sent everyone back to their homes. As for Chen Xiao, he of course clamored to wake up C-211 quickly to reclaim his memories...

But after such a long operation, everyone was stretched to their limit. Moreover, the postman told Chen Xiao that some preparations were needed before they could begin; it wasn’t something that could be started immediately. So, Chen Xiao had no choice but to wait another day at home.

As the sun gradually climbed up, just as Chen Xiao was getting frantic enough to curse, the postman finally appeared with a *poof*.

"Ready!" he said curtly and grabbed Chen Xiao’s wrist.

The latter didn’t move an inch but felt the scenery before his eyes shift in a slide-show fashion, and he was suddenly in the base of The Splitters.

Everyone from yesterday’s operation, along with Eyeball, were scattered around the computer named "Aniak"... Hm, it seemed the nurse was not seen, but Mujin and A-Ming were there in the crowd. Not far away, the iron coffin stood quietly. C-211 inside it was still with closed eyes, appearing no different from yesterday. Everyone looked as if they were waiting for something, until Chen Xiao appeared, and all eyes uniformly turned towards him.

"Waiting for me?" Chen Xiao asked knowingly, his gaze unabashedly fixed on A-Ming and Mujin.

"Of course, and as far as I’m concerned, I’ve been waiting for this day for quite a while," Mujin said calmly.

"Uh... So, you really are a member of the Raven Organization? And I am too? But I remember the first time you came to see me as a writer... you asked a lot, and you seemed not to know much about me."

Mujin nodded: "Yes, indeed, I don’t know you. But that’s because you don’t understand the ’Raven’ organization. It’s not like the Foundation or The Splitters, where all people gather together with a common goal. ’Raven’ has no location, no purpose, nothing at all. What it does have is people like you and me, and we hardly ever meet. In fact, before the Foundation put forward the ’Dimensional Materialization proposal’, I didn’t even know who you were. Each of us has our own thoughts, perhaps dedicated to saving the world, enslaving, or destroying it, or more likely idling around, engaging in what we consider interesting every day. That’s us."

"Ah?" Chen Xiao grimaced with annoyance: "So you’re saying we’ve got all sorts in our midst, what kind of organization is this? If everyone’s just doing their own thing, why not just disband instead of pretending there’s some sort of connection."

"I’ve thought the same, but somehow we’ve been chaotically passing on for thousands of years. I suppose it’s to let each other know in certain special circumstances who is worthy to be an ally... or an enemy."

"Okay then." Chen Xiao dropped his head, looking defeated: "But how on earth has this dastardly organization managed to survive so long? There’s got to be someone to take over, right?"

"Every Raven has their own card. All you need to do is give this card to the person you think can inherit your position and tell them, ’From now on, you are a Raven.’ That’s it."

"Ah? That’s it? Sounds like a game, so I could just give the card to the fat guy living below me and he’s the next Raven?" Chen Xiao ranted, struggling to accept this.

To his surprise, Mujin actually nodded: "Yes, and apparently, many people have done this before, and some even died without finding a successor. Yet time operates in mysterious ways, as if these cards, after many twists and turns, eventually end up in the hands of those who are most suited... Time always evolves the desired outcome, whether anyone wants to or not. Alright, I know you have many questions. About the Raven, about your so-called plan, about the causes and consequences of many things, but it’s too cumbersome, I don’t want to explain. Besides, you won’t necessarily believe it even if I did explain... so, you’re better off asking yourself."

Chen Xiao shrugged: "Okay, that’s exactly what I want to do. So... let’s get started, what do I need to do? Punch this old man? Make him spit out my memories?" Chen Xiao said, already warming up his fists.

Suddenly... a voice came from behind him.

"No need for that, I will help you..."

Chen Xiao’s expression changed, then he surprisingly chuckled: "Heh, I knew it was going to be like this." Saying that, he turned around to look at the "Angel Sister" behind him. At that moment, she was sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in a white dress. On the sides of the wheelchair were stands for hospital IV bags, with organs swimming in bags of fluid that swayed with the motion of the wheelchair. The wings made of blood vessels were not spread out but neatly folded, coiled on her own legs, and above them, she held a glass vessel containing a brain studded with electrodes.