Life Game In Other World
Chapter 172: The Secret Medicine Approached by the Magician (Request for Subscriptions, Collections, and Monthly Votes)

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: The Secret Medicine Approached by the Magician (Request for Subscriptions, Collections, and Monthly Votes)

When He Ao threw the walkie-talkie back into the pool of blood, the fresh blood on the short sword also flowed clean, the silver blade reflecting a cold light under the moonlight.

He Ao slid the short sword into the scabbard hidden behind him and looked at the skinny man who was now completely petrified, "Open your mouth."

The skinny man, looking at He Ao’s icy demeanor, shuddered and slowly opened his mouth.

A sweet thing was tossed into his mouth.

This must be the antidote.

He thought to himself.

It was still somewhat sweet.

Under the effect of the sugar, his panicked state calmed down a bit.

At this moment, he also realized that the youth in front of him, who seemed to have walked out of hell, had just saved him.

If He Ao had been any later, the one lying on the ground could have been him.

"What do you know about the I-27 robotic arm operation accident that happened a month ago?"

Watching the skinny man gradually calm down, He Ao shook his sleeve and asked softly, "Aside from what everyone knows."

"I,"

The skinny man didn’t understand why He Ao was asking this question; he paused for a moment, pondering seriously.

Seeing his expression and movements, He Ao knew he had asked the right thing.

People who get on well with the foreman usually have very reliable information.

Joey did have some information about his parents’ death, but it was mostly what the factory or the investigation team told him, and amongst the workers, there definitely were some rumors that he couldn’t catch wind of.

"There’s a piece of news," the skinny man thought for a moment, "known by few, told to me by the foreman."

He looked up at He Ao, "The couple involved in the accident had applied for a transfer, but it was not approved. They didn’t dare resign, and it is said that there was a malfunction in the machinery on the day of the accident. They wanted to shut down for maintenance, but it wasn’t allowed; they were forced to keep working anyway."

At this point, the skinny man was also somewhat afraid because he was now working in the position Joey’s parents had held.

He couldn’t help but curse through clenched teeth, "These damn bastards never saw us as humans."

"Do you know who made the decision not to allow the maintenance shutdown?"

He Ao didn’t speak, he just asked slowly.

"It seems to be one of the deputy managers of the factory," the skinny man recalled, "It’s weird, he’s a deputy manager but only oversees a small area of I District and is mostly absent."

"Does he have any distinguishing features?"

"He likes to wear a gray suit, I think that’s right. Since the accident, he stopped managing I District, I heard all this from the foreman."

"Gray suit."

He Ao pondered for a moment, then patted the skinny man’s shoulder, "Change back into your own clothes, then find a back way to slip out. They probably don’t recognize you."

At this point, He Ao paused, "Are you familiar with this area?"

"Yes, yes, yes," the skinny man started excitedly taking off his clothes, "f**k, this factory is inhumane, these guards are too cruel, I’m leaving this place tomorrow, find a different factory."

He Ao didn’t let him change clothes there but dragged him into another safe alley.

After changing back into his clothes, He Ao watched the skinny man run into the night.

Then, following the moonlight, he left the area.

——

"Dad, are you back?"

Jessie, with freckles dotting her face, watched her father who looked weary push open the door and come in. She placed a steaming steak on the table, "Perfect timing, let’s eat, Mom and I already had ours."

"Alright."

Jessie’s father watched his daughter bustling about in her apron, and some of the fatigue seemed to lift from his body.

He hung his police uniform coat on the rack by the door and walked over to the dining table.

"What happened today, working overtime so late?"

Jessie looked at her father with some confusion.

"In this line of work, you’ve always got to put in overtime."

Jessie’s father stretched out his hand and tossed the transparent material bag onto the table; at the very top of the bag was a printed surveillance screenshot.

In the center of the screenshot was a blurry figure in a jacket, wearing a cap and a mask, standing in front of the reception desk.

"There was a major explosion in the Crown District today—three people died, and the whole station is busy with it."

As Jessie’s father picked up his knife and fork and began cutting his steak, he explained softly.

Jessie glanced at the photo, her body suddenly stiffening, then casually asked, "Who is this? A son of one of your buddies?"

"What, looking for a boyfriend now?"

The man who was cutting his steak chuckled lightly, "You can’t go after this one; he’s a suspect in the explosion. The apartment’s front desk said he entered the apartment where the explosion happened before the incident and never came out again. We didn’t find his body at the scene either."

"Dad, what are you saying!"

Jessie’s face turned red, she stamped her foot and, with her hands behind her back, walked into the bedroom, "I’m not talking to you."

Just before closing the door, she made a silly face at her father, "Lalala."

Only when the solid wood bedroom door was gently closed did the girl lean against it, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She raised her wristband and opened the most recent photo.

In the photo, a bunch of teenagers were laughing and gesturing in various poses at the camera; it was taken the day before they went to Qi Ke’s concert, during their get-together.

And there, the boy in the jacket quietly stood beside her, smiling shyly.

"Joey..."

Bang, bang, bang—

As the girl was lost in thought, sharp knocks at the door interrupted her thoughts.

She immediately shut down her wristband and cautiously asked, "What’s up?"

"Girl, you’ve got your internship at the ’Dawn Daily’ after class tomorrow afternoon, don’t forget."

"Okay, okay," Jessie replied loudly, "Got it."

Although the Dawn Daily was named after Dawn, it was a newspaper with tremendous influence throughout the Federation.

An internship at the Dawn Daily could greatly enrich Jessie’s social practice experience and help her apply to better universities.

—

Bang, bang, bang—

The worn rolling shutter door rattled loudly.

Roger, wearing a white lab coat, pulled up the rolling shutter door, yawned, and looked at He Ao, "Didn’t you just come by this morning?"

"It’s boring on my own," He Ao said as he stepped into the clinic, "Just sitting here with you for a bit."

After that, he pulled down the rolling shutter door and asked, "So how’s the extraction of those two Talent Sequences going?"

"There," Roger led He Ao into the back room, casually picked up a test tube rack from the side, and placed it in front of him,

"The ’Magician’ is ready; you’re lucky you found me. Three Talent Sequences from F to D grade have all been successfully separated out."

He Ao looked at the wooden test tube rack in front of him, where three test tubes containing a faintly luminous grey liquid were neatly arranged from left to right, the color deepening progressively.