1150 Descend Again (1/2)
”Mistake… and terrible things?” Nietzsche's eyes were at a loss.
”It's the ghouls' contamination… After a few rounds of verification, we've finally found out that when the number of ghoul deaths reaches a certain extent, there will be an impact on those at the scene. It won't necessarily occur, but undoubtedly, the greater the contact or the darker the person is, the greater the possibility of being affected…” Clayon rubbed his brows. ”Hannibal was an ordinary person with a normal life and social relations, but it's also a fact that he became a ghoul. There's no doubt that it's because of such contamination!”
”Contaminator…” Nietzsche murmured, now more knowledgeable about Extraordinaries. At the same time, he realized that Mr. Andy from the convenience store truly had not joked with him.
Even ghouls that looked like they were easy to deal with were too scary for normal humans.
”I understand. What do you need to check?”
”Give me a drop of your blood!” Clayon said.
Nietzsche did as he was told, and a doctor soon walked out with a test tube.
”It only takes about ten minutes for the verification… Now, let's talk about something else. I'm really sorry about Vivienne.” Clayon sighed. ”I originally wanted to bring her into the Investigation Agency…”
”Let's talk about the ghoul that got away, Hannibal. He seems different from other ghouls…” Nietzsche said without any expression.
”Yes, he's very different. After ghouls are killed, they will spread something around them, be it bacteria, viruses, or something we don't know yet. The people affected by it will desire flesh and blood, having an insatiable appetite somewhat similar to binge-eating patients. Hannibal accepted the changes wholeheartedly and became even more powerful!”
Clayon sighed. ”Simon was the first to realize something wrong with me. Headquarters then started targeted treatment on me. And I became what you see now…”
Nietzsche was silent for quite some time as he gazed at Clayon. ”This… really can't be considered as fully healed…”
”It's just diet therapy. Much better than what I had to go through previously. You didn't see the colleagues who failed the treatment. But my doctor told me that from now on, I must curb my desire to binge, and I especially can't eat meat, better to become a vegetarian…”
Clayon spread his palms in a gesture of resignation.
”That's… really unfortunate!” Nietzsche thought about fried chicken, barbequed meat, and that delicious beef steak… Wait, throw the thought about that damned beef aside. However, the punishment of not being able to eat meat for a lifetime was truly torture.
”Sir!” Another person entered at this moment. It was Simon!
Nietzsche could feel an uncomfortable aura surging toward him from Simon.
Hiss Hiss!
A trace of black gas converged, appearing to turn into a viper opening its jaw.
Does he realize that I'm an Extraordinary?!
He did not know why, but even though he had just recently become one, Nietzsche felt as though his perception and observation were extremely powerful, and he could even see the resentment in Simon's eyes.
Hiss Hiss!
A large number of black snakes enveloped him entirely. Nietzsche went numb and was unable to move.
Clayon could see nothing and asked curiously, ”What's wrong?”
”Great Sun Meditation Technique!”
In that instant, seemingly having a stress response to the danger around him, Nietzsche seemed to see that heatwave in the desert and the sun that hung in the sky.
Sizzle!
The black snakes wrapping around him immediately turned into smoke and quickly dissipated.
Simon screamed and took a step back. Two lines of blood oozed down from his nose, as though someone had punched him.
”Simon, what's the matter?” Clayon asked with obvious irritation, his tone serious.
”It's as you've seen… Our dear little Nietzsche has become an Extraordinary!” Simon licked his lips.
”Really?” Clayon stared at Nietzsche. ”What's going on?”
In the base, Clayon can mobilize dozens of people to destroy me with submachine guns at any time… Nietzsche's brain started working furiously, instinctively wanting to conceal the important parts of his secret. ”It's… that painting!”
”What painting?”
”Vincent's unlucky oil painting—Dream! I've felt something in my brain ever since I went with Hannibal to take a look at it. It's like a ball of fire…”
After obtaining a lot of information about extraordinary powers from Gegehu, Angelina, and Andy, Nietzsche could smoothly come up with a feasible lie.
”Vincent's unlucky oil painting? Did he leave behind a seed of power in some paintings?” Clayon rubbed his chin. ”And these special seeds of power will only sprout when they meet a suitable person… Perhaps this is why you weren't contaminated by the ghouls.”
”The contamination of ghouls doesn't affect Extraordinaries?” Nietzsche grasped the key point immediately.
”No! It's just the power of Extraordinaries can better resist it…” Clayon explained. ”In that case… Nietzsche, firstly, congratulations on joining the ranks of Extraordinaries. Next, are you willing to join our Federal Investigation Agency?”
”Of course, it would be my honor!” Nietzsche bowed slightly.
”Originally… all the new Extraordinaries who joine have to attend training, but there have been too many things happening recently in Kimbert City… We need to deal with them first!”
Clayon rubbed the area between the eyebrows. ”You, go and prepare yourself. Ask Simon if you don't understand anything. I'll return with you later to deal with Hannibal and other strange matters…”
”Yes, Boss!” Nietzsche gave another bow as he went out. Following tightly behind was Simon.