-1 Their Connections 1 BAIT? (2/2)

Up above, the black and bluish curtain began to spread, replacing the redness of the twilight. When Milo met up with Chris again, the boy cried hard, and the lady bodyguard who ran after him started to shake her head in helplessness.

”Let's go home.”

Though the young man appeared someone with too high regards for words like they were precious diamonds, the child felt the warmth in it as he stopped crying and nodded.

Afraid of being separated from Chris, Milo hugged him and buried his face in his chest.

The kid felt so attached to the first person to bring him out of his nightmarish situation. This must be a young one's instinct.

It was not that hard for the child to know who harbored goodwill towards him, but trusting was another issue. So far, only the actor could make him willingly obey and open up.

Some time passed and they finally reached home. It took a while since he had taken the boy and Alessa's entourage in a fine restaurant to dine in. Only after that did he lead Milo back to his penthouse.

Since sleep had not come to him yet, he chose to pass the time reading scripts, like he always does.

In front of him, soft classical music from the phone that was set in loudspeaker mode was playing, drowning the homey living room in a solemn atmosphere.

The scene appeared picturesque due to the beautiful dancing assortment of lights that could be seen through the glass walls.

Chris stopped reading temporarily to rest his eyes. His gaze naturally sought after the pleasant scenery.

A few eye doctors he had interacted before who saw his habit of immersing himself into the scripts told him that he should rest his eyes once every while. The method they suggested was to look away to the distance for twenty seconds before going back to reading.

Later on, he had proven it effective hence it became part of his habits.

'... It's raining again, huh?'

In his eyes, probably thanks to the panes saved from being stained by the droplets, the rain appeared to be giving more variations to the dancing lights coming from the shops and buildings.

It was so nice to watch. The gloominess of the unending shower of waters mysteriously added more beauty and appeal to the view. At that moment, he just had the extreme urge to go out and be in the center of it all.

Just when all sorts of thoughts and plans were formulated in his head, a soft sound similar to a wind chime echoed inside his brain.

Chris blinked once and asked the one who made that sound, 'Notification? What is it?'

It was not an everyday chance for him to witness the system hesitating. He had to repeat the question before it answered,

'...Come again?' he subconsciously blurted out. The words it said were very random, or at least, he never saw them coming.

What was being severed? Connection? Whose supporter again?

Alarmed and puzzled, he additionally asked, 'Alessa?'

The reply that came to him was said in a displeased manner. The system shouted at him angrily.

His expression darkened as another name crossed his mind. Wendy Gomez, the girl referred to in his still untouched qualifying mission.

However, it didn't take long for him to still in his spot. His face froze, realization taking over his brain.

'Damn.'

Without saying another word, he went back to his room and fetched the first jacket he saw from the rack. A few moments later, his car was seen by the guard exiting Purple Shadow Residences.

Chris sent a message to Sofony that he would be going to the townhouse where Wendy was. The matter was urgent so she also must come.

'Tell me, if that woman is still recognized by the system as my non-host supporter, is her condition deteriorating? She is in a coma, right?'

The man's heart was filled with worry. Different scenarios were also playing in his head, more on what Sofony would do if the system answered his first question with a yes.

Chris' pupils dilated. His brain, like any other immoral hosts, had received an upgrade through the stats candies, hence he could somehow understand what the system was trying to tell him.

In this world, what else could be more mysterious and inexplicable than the system?

As they sped along the road and graved the curtain of rain ahead, he asked,

'... Is it a system AI like you? Or an immoral host?'

The destination was far so he took the chance to gain more knowledge of the situation.

It was around 9 pm in the evening so there were still many cars on the streets. But the man kept accelerating, paying no regard whatsoever to the lights and the traffic enforcers.

Chris said, 'I'm sure it's related to the system. All this time that woman has yet to wake up which is weird considering the fact that she is already cured.'

From the beginning, the half-host couldn't understand why someone whose adrenaline rush didn't even last for a minute would fall into a catatonic state like that.

If he remembered correctly from one of the texts he read, adrenaline rush was basically a heightened state of physical and mental alertness. As long as it's not long-lasting, that burst of human jet fuel can be a good thing.

So why did the girl ended up like that?

Now it seemed he was closer to the truth.

He held his breath. A ridiculous thought flashed in his mind.

'It couldn't be that, right?'

Yet when it was confirmed...

With his mind turning blank, the man driving his car with an unmatched speed on the road pressed hard on the break. The tires of the vehicle that skidded along the high way made a loud and shrill sound.

Inside the car, Chris, whose face turned weird and unreadable, went silent for a long while, digesting and breaking down the recently received information.

”... A ghost made her fall into a coma and is now trying to take over her body...”

A few moments after, he unconsciously blurted.

”DAFUQ!”

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