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Chapter 1040 - Chapter 1040 Chapter 139 Whirlpool Incident

Chapter 1040: Chapter 139: Whirlpool Incident Chapter 1040: Chapter 139: Whirlpool Incident Ding-dong~

The elevator carried two people to the top floor of the hotel.

On the wall, clad in a shell pattern, a hollowed-out wall lamp was placed every two meters.

The corridors, carpeted with grey wool, symmetrically and regularly lined with guest rooms on both sides.

Above the corridor, some delicate black wood with ribbon patterns was used as ‘wiring’ decoration.

Btw the rooms, through an arched glass display, various dark-style artworks were placed, or paintings from the Renaissance period were hung on the wall.

At that moment, the door of the third room on the left slowly opened.

An elderly resident, one hand dragging a candle and the other hand resting on the wall, slowly walked out… his pupils filled with exhaustion and panic, even his consciousness seemed bewildered.

When this resident caught a glimpse of Han Dong with the corner of his eye, his panic escalated to fear, and he immediately returned to his room as if he had seen a ghost.

Click, click~ The sound of locks fastening continuously echoed from inside.

“Was that just now…”

Even though this resident appeared in Han Dong’s field of vision for less than a second, 90% of his features were memorized.

Aside from some common characteristics of the Dark Residents, and the ‘sickly’ appearance due to severe insomnia.

The old man’s right pinky finger was in a [spiral] shape… by comparison, it was nowhere near the Spiral Arm that Han Dong had glimpsed the night before.

Neither in the degree of the spiral nor the area it covered.

Moreover, the old man did not emanate a sense of danger, nor did he make Han Dong feel uneasy… However, using the [Anubis Divinity]’s perception of death, Han Dong could roughly tell that this old man might die soon.

“Could this ‘spiral’ be a kind of disease?”

With doubts in mind, Han Dong used his key card to unlock his own room.

As soon as he opened the door!

Creak~ A sound of straightening lines came from above.

A shadow suddenly fell, with a rope tied around the neck, the feet just a centimeter off the floor.

Appearing in the room by ‘hanging’ was the young lady from the front desk.

This bizarre mode of appearance almost made Maritzis squirt water.

Han Dong, quite accustomed to this, entered the room as soon as he saw his Spiritual Invasion was successful.

Immediately conducting a comprehensive check of the room to ensure there were no ‘walls with ears’, Han Dong sat in the rocking chair in the corner and started to converse with the front desk young lady hanging in the middle of the room.

Maritzis, also quite interested, sat on one of Han Dong’s thighs, eager to hear some bizarre stories from London City.

“What do you want to know?” A profoundly raspy voice oozed from the constricted neck.

“Isn’t it hard to talk like this? Why not let the rope down and talk normally?”

“This state is ‘normal’ for us… Residents of London City, more or less all have some quirks, and these help us concentrate.”

“Alright then…”

Han Dong quickly accepted this setup and moved on to the ‘question and answer segment’.

“What’s your name, what organization do you belong to, and are you related to agents?”

“Eileen Knot, born at No.83, Beisen Street, London City, formerly worked at a newspaper, was forced to work here due to involvement in reporting and investigating a ‘Vortex Case’.

I’m not directly related to the intelligence agency, but their people often contact me to ask about situations in the hotel.”

Han Dong stroked his chin, continuing to inquire, “What did you mean by ‘special period’ just now?

Why is only the top floor open, and it seems the staff here has also been relocated?

Who are the guests on the top floor?”

When the issue was brought up, the front desk clerk hesitated slightly, as if there were internal defenses set up against such questions, but they were quickly breached by the “Mad Laugh.”

“The ‘special period’ refers to the ‘Vortex Period.’

Currently, London is shrouded in the shadow of the Whirlpool, especially affecting the middle and lower class residents, leaving them in constant trepidation.

This Cavendish Royal Hotel had experienced over ten vortex incidents recently, leading to the resignation of all its staff. The administration ordered the hotel to cease operations and repurposed it for the temporary containment of ‘vortex-related personnel.’

Those contained on the top floor had all survived the vortex incidents, but were Dark Denizens whose conditions were very unstable. Most of them would die within a few days, while the rest would disappear.”

The front desk clerk’s response fully piqued Han Dong’s interest.

“Oh?… Can you talk about what you know of the vortex incidents?”

“Rumor has it that the vortex incidents originated from ‘participants’ who appeared in London through the Door of Fate a few months ago.

During that time, we, as common residents, were restricted in our movement.

I was resting at home during that period and didn’t see any so-called ‘participants;’ I only later learned through the newspapers that they had all died.

A few days later, bizarre serial killings began to surface in the outskirts of London.

Even high-ranking investigators were deployed but struggled to find any clues.

The bodies of the victims were often partially distorted into spiral shapes.

The survivors involved would either die in an exaggerated ‘spiral state’ within a few days or disappear completely after leaving a whirlpool mark in their room.

Only a very few high-ranking investigators occasionally glimpsed ‘figures entirely twisted into spirals’ but could never identify the perpetrator.

As the ‘vortex incidents’ frequently happened in the city, especially in densely populated residential areas.

Nowadays, many residents from middle and lower classes are eager to leave London.”

Hearing this, part of Han Dong’s confusion was alleviated.

As Han Dong had suspected, the event he was involved in was related to the past “participant incidents.”

But as some of his doubts were cleared, new ones emerged.

Han Dong asked, “Isn’t this city governed by the ‘Mother’ with a King Level Land Deed? With her Old King ability combined with the ‘power of the Land Deed’, shouldn’t she be able to directly locate the perpetrator?

Or wouldn’t deploying a Mythic Body to handle the situation prevent the whole city from being in panic?”

“We, as Demons, find it very difficult to contact the ‘Mother.’

Rumor has it that the Mother is engaged in an important ritual and cannot be disturbed.

She has entrusted Duke Vlad with a full investigation of the ‘vortex incidents,’ but there has been little progress.”

Han Dong knew very well that the so-called Duke Vlad must be a Mythic Body.

Having just trained in the underground temple of N’Kai, Han Dong was very aware of the strength of a Mythic Body, which could certainly reach a captain-level… It was strange that an existence of this caliber had not made much progress in the investigation.

“Is it truly difficult to find them, or are they deliberately not looking?”

As Han Dong fell into thought.

Squeak squeak squeak~

A sharp metallic screeching sound came from outside the door.

All of a sudden, Han Dong moved from the corner to the front door, his feet shimmering with the light and shadow of the Void.

Crack!

He flung the door open violently.

The hallway was empty.

Only a ‘whirlpool’ mark was left on the guest room door.