Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 127: Twenty-seven Oh, let me see what other moves you have (6K)

In the dusk, three fully armed figures swiftly approached Gerard's cabin.

As one of them neared the cabin, he immediately pressed against the wall and peered through the window. However, before he could make any sense of the scene inside, another person patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be so tense, Carl. That guy is locked up in the Skeletal Headquarters' guardhouse. There's no way he's here."

Carl, referred to by his companion, was somewhat displeased by the interruption. "Jim, you're being too careless. Even if he's not here, that's the former ..."

"'Night Star's Knight,' we all know, but you've said it yourself, it's the past." Jim shrugged, "Now the second generation of the Pioneer Force has been in charge for ten years, and you're still stuck on a hero from ten years ago. Don't you know that in this era, even the best prosthetics should be scrapped after three years?"

Carl was clearly dissatisfied with Jim's remarks and was about to retort when the last person, built like a small mountain, said, "Alright, let's get moving and not waste time here, don't forget why Lord Yong Xin went through so much trouble to keep that Night Star occupied."

Evidently the leader among the three, his command made Jim and Carl cease their talk and prepare to start their task.

"Clang."

Carl broke the old lock, and the wooden door creaked open.

Jim was about to push the door and enter when the large man stopped him.

"Wait, look there," the large man pointed behind the door.

Following his pointing, they discovered a small and concealed device behind the door. Walking straight in would trigger the device immediately, and a little crossbow bolt behind the mechanism would shoot out.

Jim was shocked, "He even installed this at his own front door."

Carl said, "That's why I said we should be careful of him."

"But even so, what's the use of such a small arrowhead?" Jim remarked, "Who could it possibly injure?"

Stepping forward, the big man dismantled the tiny device with his elongated prosthetic limb, then he sniffed the arrow and said, "Dissolving Liquid. This isn't meant to be used against people, but against pollutants. It was once a standard-issue equipment for the Pioneer Force... Of course, the original Pioneer Force."

Jim was somewhat skeptical, "And just with the amount of Dissolver smeared on this arrowhead, it could kill a pollutant? That seems too easy."

"Of course not, this small dose of Dissolver can only delay a pollutant for nearly ten seconds," the big man explained, "After that, it can completely recover."

"What's the use of that?"

Giving Jim a glance, the big man said indifferently, "In the Polluted Land, those nearly ten seconds are enough to save your life... Clearly, he didn't expect this device to kill the pollutants but to stall them, buying more reaction time. In the Polluted Zone ten years ago, such devices were called 'doorbells.' They were necessary for a safe night's sleep, to prevent being eroded by pollutants while asleep."

On hearing the big man's explanation, Carl nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "But this isn't the Pollution Zone, what was he trying to guard against with this thing?"

That question hit a critical point, and even after pondering, the big man couldn't answer.

"Maybe it's just his habit," the big man remarked lightly, "No one returns from the Pollution Zone quite the same."

The double entendre in the big man's words was clear to Carl and Jim.

Since the big man had also been a member of the Pioneer Force, specifically the Devil's Army of the second generation, Carl and Jim recognized his leadership stemming from such experience.

That was his credentials.

"Let's go in," after one more check outside the door, the big man spoke again, "There shouldn't be anything else inside."

Carl and Jim then entered the cabin, but with the earlier trap in mind, they became much more cautious.

"What are we looking for again?" Jim asked, carefully navigating the narrow room.

"Anything you find suspicious," the big man said gravely, "The former Night Star has changed more in these past few days than in the last ten years, Lord Yong Xin believes he must have encountered something, or... obtained something."

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"Just suspicious things... I think there are too many of those," Jim muttered, "Everything in this house is an antique from ten years ago, just that fact alone feels significant. What is this, a museum?"

Jim's attempt to lighten the mood received no response, leaving him feeling somewhat bored, so he continued with his task.

Suddenly, an enormous shadow blocked his path, making him jump, "Shit."

This immediately drew the attention of Carl and the big man, "What happened?"

"Come and see... what is this?"

Before Jim stood a large machine that looked very ancient. Each segment was covered with rust. By Jim's standards, it should be regarded as scrap metal.

But Jim couldn't consider this machine as mere scrap, because it looked imposing. Even just standing there, it made Jim feel breathless.