My Cell Prison
Chapter 1046 - Chapter 1046 Chapter 1045 Searching in the Dead of Night

Chapter 1046: Chapter 1045: Searching in the Dead of Night Chapter 1046: Chapter 1045: Searching in the Dead of Night When he returned to the hotel.

As soon as Han Dong walked in, the receptionist who had been ‘hanging’ at the front desk immediately turned her gloomy face around and glared in greeting.

Han Dong was merely a guest here, not a prisoner.

He was not restricted from coming and going.

However, as he passed by the front desk, the receptionist, acting as a temporary person in charge, still asked in a low voice, “The old gentleman who stayed in room 3106 seems to have disappeared after you entered the room, did anything specific happen?”

Han Dong directly told the story he had prepared beforehand, coupled with the “Mad Laugh” mental invasion, to the receptionist.

Simply put, when they arrived at the room, the elder had already spiraled deeply, and ultimately his body at the abdomen turned into a whirlpool that absorbed and made him vanish.

And since Han Dong was worried that he might have been affected by the whirlpool, he took advantage of the free body examination provided by the city gates and conducted a full body check to assure himself he was unaffected, which is why he had left for a while.

“Okay.”

The receptionist affirmed the truth of the story.

As an agent assigned to work here, she naturally needed to report any missing guests.

However, regarding the disappearance of the elder, she just kept a calm face, clearly already aware that those affected by the whirlpool would eventually vanish.

…

Back in the top-floor room.

Mary was still the same, soaking her body in the bathtub as soon as she had the chance.

For convenience in communication, Han Dong sat beside the bathtub.

“How do you plan to investigate? Through this group of residents related to the whirlpool on the hotel’s top floor?”

“No… I found a way to touch the whirlpool in the old man’s memory.

Leaving at dawn, after all, London City is modeled after human cities, with a day-night cycle.”

(Day: Darkness envelops the city, and the dark streetlights are all turned on, keeping London City’s darkness above 80%

Night: The streetlights are turned off, the darkness recedes, allowing the distant galaxies’ glow to seep through the fog and sprinkle across the city. This level of light allows the Dark Denizens to stay at home and rest, regulating their sleep schedule.

Of course, even so, ‘the brightest night’ is still a tad bit darker than what humans consider night.)

“Can you determine what level the other party is?”

“I don’t know, but it is definitely a being that has touched the “Door of Truth.”

For tonight’s action, Mary, you’ll stay as a ‘battery’ inside of me… after all, we haven’t yet confirmed what substance is causing the spiralization, nor do we know how to eliminate it.

Once you get infected, you might be in danger too.”

“You’re going alone?”

“Yeah… After all, according to the old man’s memory, he had trouble all by himself as well.

Acting alone, I have a better chance of encountering the book seller.”

“How confident are you?”

“I can’t estimate.

But even if I can’t beat the other party, I still have a chance to escape… The probability of dying is very, very small.”

As he said this, Maritzis, who had been lying in the bathtub, shifted her body to the side and lifted her two bright, slick legs from the tub, resting them directly on Han Dong’s lap.

“Since there’s a possibility of dying, how about we perform a mating ritual with this lord? Let me lay my eggs here; even if we die, at least our offspring can carry on.”

Faced with the glossy legs that were draped over his shoulder and swaying in front of him, Han Dong’s inner self was undisturbed, “Didn’t I say it? When in Rome, do as the Romans do. This is something that can only be done at the last stage between men and women.”

“Aren’t we already friends? Do we still need to take the next step? What is the next step?”

Just as Maritzis was eager to advance their relationship, Han Dong had already stood up, his hand gently patting her head.

“Hmm… We’re still far from it.

Just in case, I’ll start warming up the ‘Demon Eye’ before nightfall, and you should just lie in the bathtub and rest.”

“Oh.”

…

London City instated a curfew through the extinguishing of streetlights.

The objective was to provide regular rest times for the Dark Denizens to foster their growth, and to ensure they had ample energy to devote to work and life the following day.

Han Dong, seated cross-legged atop the hotel’s roof, had disguised himself layer by layer, appearing to be an elderly old man.

His body was also cloaked in the ‘Holy Demon Robe,’ a dynamism cloak bestowed by Mr. Newton, which could shield his aura as well as aid in casting spells.

The Demon Eye had been adjusted to its final state, missing not a single detail.

A Toad Pearl, symbolizing Mary, was swallowed.

“Let’s make a bargaining chip…”

Han Dong grabbed his own index finger, forcibly bending it backward, causing it to curl.

Backed by the G virus, such a curling bend was nothing at all.

Han Dong, having just learned “Toad Step,” directly stepped into the air, disappearing from the hotel rooftop.

On the streets of London in the early hours of the morning, there was basically only Han Dong.

Moreover, Han Dong chose solely dark and quiet streets, wandering listlessly, as if struck by some blow.

However.

Things did not go as smoothly as Han Dong had anticipated.

Having walked past five streets in succession, he felt neither a cool breeze nor any premonition of whirlpools forming.

“Could it be that I lack some trait not revealed in my memory?

I should be dispirited enough by now. The ‘disguise’ granted by the Faceless Skull should be sufficient to deceive a Mythic Body, plus the ‘spiral’ chip… there should be no mistake.”

Just as Han Dong turned the corner of the current street, he changed direction to walk along the riverside path of the Thames.

Suddenly, a chill breeze blew by.

Han Dong followed the direction of the wind and saw a black whirlpool, similar to what was in the old man’s memory, emerging under the bridge abutment.

In the blink of an eye, the whirlpool disappeared.

The memory of the book seller surfaced.

The hooded figure’s hidden eyes seemed to be watching Han Dong, the ‘dispirited old man.’

Han Dong immediately felt a sort of spiral traction, which would pull him in if he relaxed his mind for even a moment.

If he had to disguise himself, he would do so completely.

The instant Han Dong relaxed intentionally, he found himself standing in front of a book stall.

“How much for this book?” Han Dong mimicked the old man’s way of asking as per his memory.

The book seller lifted a completely spiral-shaped arm, pointing at Han Dong’s coiled finger, requesting a “trade by barter.”

Here.

Han Dong’s approach was a bit different.

He didn’t sever his finger directly and hand it over as Elder Vogt had done… after all, there was a chance the book seller might use part of the body for cursing or witchcraft, which could allow the whirlpool to infiltrate the core directly.

Han Dong’s method was.

He extended his right hand,

as if he wanted the ‘book seller’ to take down the coiled index finger on his own.

Just at the moment when they were about to touch,

his gaze shifted.

‘Sacred Blood Zombie Arm’ activated in full force!

The coiled finger instantly returned to its normal state, instead offering a ‘handshake’ to the book seller.

Like sword blade-shaped Sacred Blood Cells, they flowed within Han Dong’s right hand… sizzling! Black smoke curled up rapidly from the seller’s palm due to the ‘evil warding reaction.’

“Boss, this is a stick-up!”