148 Tragedy Of A Half-Host 1 (1/2)

Chris furrowed his brow, wondering why there was no mention of Leo Jones' name, whether on the TV news or the articles online.

He came upon this fact when he recalled yesterday's evening news and checked on the internet today. He had already refreshed the news sites more than a couple of times but there was really nothing there, his annoyance and anger prompted him to leave novel-length comments under the useless reports.

Now that he remembered it, why didn't the reporters say anything about Leo Jones?

It was weird, considering how the media loved to name names. They labeled the explosion as a terrorist attack and focused more on the casualties. Just why? Didn't the police give their statements? Those people perfectly knew who the person behind the attack was, right? They were the ones who 'informed' him that criminal's name after all.

He remembered asking the system, but it once again said that it didn't have access to this person's information. The first time it said so, he only assumed it was trolling him so he didn't put much thoughts to it. Now, he confirmed it was not kidding around. He was a bit taken aback. This was the first time that this happened, so he couldn't explain the shock he felt.

'There were actually things which even this bastard system didn't know....''

'But why does the sole perpetrator of the current hottest news have to be one of these?'

'What damnation is this?'

Now aside from knowing that this Leo Jones also came from Alina City, he knew nothing else. Nothing about his face, age, or motive for being a terrorist.

But why on earth was he thinking of these stupid, troublesome things? Was this the effect of guilt on him? Or did he just have so much free time today to ponder about these complicated and disturbing matters?

Actually, these were not the first questions which popped up in his mind when he suddenly found himself in the middle of a deserted basketball court...

”.... A while ago... I was still inside my room, right?” he murmured in disbelief when he blinked and realized that his eyes were not playing with him. Instead of his laptop, a basketball ring was in front of him, and he was currently exposed not to the full blast of air from his electric fan, but to the hot rays of the sun which hanged probably sixty degrees above from his west.

Why was he suddenly here? He was supposedly typing another rant on his laptop. How come when he blinked, he was already somewhere unfamiliar?

Was this something the system did?

Of course, he asked the latter to his AI, but it said that it couldn't do anything like this due to the lack of points.

”What dafuq happened then?” he asked without any ounce of calmness in his person.

The voice in his head also showed panic.

Its two last words made him silent for quite a long while. His eyes wandered around to check the surroundings. However, aside from him, he found no one else in the place. It was still daytime so it would be impossible to miss out a person in this kind of open field. Speaking of an open field, he noticed that this basketball court, which appeared a bit run-down due to the old and fading paint on the bleachers, rings, and even the flooring, was unusually quiet.

Weird. Very weird.

Why was this? Since it was Saturday, young men should be flocking around here. After all, basketball was the most loved sports in this country, popular to many men, especially youngsters around his age. So how come there was no one besides him?

No, in the first place, where was this? It appeared to be in a rich neighborhood because from afar he could make out several tall villas and townhouses... On the east side, high-rise buildings could also be found. In short, it was not in the middle of nowhere. This means this place was accessible to normal youths like him. So why was there nobody around?

And who the hell caused him to teleport here?

Chris felt his body growing colder as he at least recognized that he was not even in his own neighborhood anymore. His face showed just how much shocked he was for discovering that in just a second, he was no longer inside his house.

'So a host could so something like this, huh?' he asked himself when a bit of calmness returned to his body.

'Clarissa then?' He began guessing as to lessen the panic in his heart.

'For that frickin' phone?'