Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1456 - 1454 Artificial Existence Core (24)

Chapter 1456: Chapter 1454 Artificial Existence Core (24)

The true professionalism is to make people believe in what you are doing, rather than actually doing it.

Former medical titan, billionaire Lek Wesley, has disappeared.

With mysterious motives, Grimshaw, masquerading as a swindler, after his initial plan was seen through, successively appeared at his home and the hospital where he once worked.

With thunderous momentum, he investigated and searched for something.

This mysterious figure not only had bizarre methods but was also suspected of being a demigod.

Moreover, he seemed completely unperturbed by potential conflicts with the Night Watchmen.

His purpose was clear, his will resolute, treating every obstacle with impartiality.

Such a character roaming in Los was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous affair.

As the Night Watchmen guarding this realm, the only choice to maximally restrict this unstable factor was almost laid out before them—through the only target currently of interest to the other party.

Since they couldn’t catch up, they would let the other party come to them instead.

Quickly find Lek Wesley, control the situation, and confirm more information.

Including whether extraordinary powers were involved, why he fled, and what exactly was the grudge with Grimshaw, thereby maximizing control over the situation.

This time, they even sent an elderly lady over to assist with the investigation.

They believed that soon, they would receive good news from the Night Watchmen.

In thought, Fu Qian walked forward and sat where the old lady had just been.

Without rummaging around, he picked up the documents left on the table.

...

Indeed, diligent.

A glance revealed it was clearly professional material, with more than one handwritten note visible.

The earlier story about the old lady being so engrossed that she entered the wrong room had some credibility.

Even sensing the entire room, there were no signs of any transcendent domain.

But here lies a question of time.

Besides the old lady, all the content previously mentioned by Lek’s young wife, Claire, Fu Qian also tended to acknowledge.

For example, the special room her husband used for feasting existed as early as their newlyweds over three years ago.

The old lady and these former colleagues were also proven to be contaminated.

But the extent seemed insufficient.

Judging by the contamination capability inferred from current indirect contacts, even if Mr. Lek was the sole contamination source, such a long time would have been sufficient to infect a considerable area.

However, from the current situation, it appeared far less severe.

One possible explanation was that after retirement, Mr. Lek became reclusive, avoiding harming the public.

Or maybe his high infectivity only mutated recently, and previous pollution transmission wasn’t nearly as easy.

Fu Qian clearly leaned towards the latter possibility, which was also why he appeared here.

Some sort of thing caused Mr. Lek’s interest to run wild, like a plague source.

Mr. Lek might be a key figure, but he wasn’t the target of his mission.

This was a thought Fu Qian had long ago.

It seemed that any form of contact with Lek would result in contamination.

While needing to kill him under these circumstances, a paradox so blatantly obvious.

The earlier claws and giant mouth seemed to corroborate this again.

Through the old lady, the power seeping through the dream seemed sourced from some special creation lurking within.

If it was indeed the plague source target of his trip, everything seemed to make much more sense.

Of course, it also made things much more troublesome.

A target that, seemingly non-existent in real form, could even wander through dreams as a concept presented an undoubtedly worthy research subject: how to eradicate it.

Exterminate all who are contaminated?

An easy attempt to think of.

...

As Fu Qian left, Mr. Lek’s office remained almost in its original state.

On the one hand, conscientious Night Watchmen wouldn’t leave him time to search leisurely.

On the other hand, as a professional with no hard feelings, Fu Qian preferred to leave such a scene to give the Night Watchmen plenty of room for speculation.

Compared to chaos, such a sight undoubtedly suggested he had already found what he wanted.

...

At noon, under the scorching sun.

In the Wesley family mansion, though the male owner had not yet returned, the previous chaos had gradually subsided.

"Winona, can you tell me what exactly is going on now? Don’t worry about me not being able to handle it."

Of course, the chaos within a person was not so easily settled.

Watching her friend, almost taking on the stance of a personal bodyguard, Claire finally couldn’t help but ask.

The former did not completely stay away; whenever coordinating internally with the Night Watchmen, she would alert Claire before relocating.

This led to a change: every time she returned, her face looked worse.

By the last time, even maintaining a perfunctory smile became impossible.

Although knowing her friend wanted to relieve her excessive worries, Claire couldn’t help but ask.

"Have they found Lek?"

"...The situation is still under control."

Gazing at her determined-looking friend, Winona hesitated before finally nodding somewhat vaguely.

"But you’d better be mentally prepared; from the current signs, his condition is indeed a bit off."

"Because...he eats those things?"

Previously, Claire had diligently followed Master Grimshaw’s advice, sharing his analysis of the wall of boxes with Winona.

Yet even so, mentioning ’eat’ stirred an uncontrollable urge to retch in Claire.

"That’s just one aspect, and there’s something more peculiar... Some people previously in contact with him have shown extraordinary signs."

Even with her brave confrontation style, Winona shook her head.

"Your husband might not just have simple eating fads and delusions."

Extraordinary signs...

Even with ample mental preparation, the answer stirred waves of emotions in Claire, and she immediately touched her face.

From earlier until now, any previous intoxication was gone, and her skin felt slightly cool, still silky smooth.

On hearing the extraordinary mention, her first reaction was the imagery of her husband licking around her.

Fortunately, it currently appeared she hadn’t transformed into some inhuman creature.

"So is Lek actually...in danger?"

Upon confirming as much, Claire hesitated slightly before asking an equally ambiguous question.

Both inquiring about her husband’s situation and his inherent threats.

"I can only say... there are things even more dangerous than him, like—"

"Like the one even he must avoid."

Winona had only spoken half when a voice suddenly continued beside her.