chsdbacks Chapter 104, Round 1 of Role Playing
Chapter 104, Round 1 of Role Playing
Chapter 104 First Round of Role Playing
Raphael, who had just stepped off the rental carriage, was still considering how to play the role of a "liver".
Just then, he heard a newsboy waving a newspaper and shouting, "The 'Clown Angel' has appeared again at St. Har Hospital! The injured man has miraculously grown a severed arm! Sir, would you like to see this news?"
Raphael was slightly taken aback. What "clown angel"?
He pulled out a coin: "Give me a newspaper."
After taking the newspaper, he quickly returned to his apartment with the two "bronze corpses".
Raphael sat on the sofa, and one of the "bronze corpses" handed him a cigarette, while another lit it for him.
Raphael smoked a cigarette and opened the newspaper. He still doesn't have the habit of reading newspapers; he only buys one occasionally when he hears news that interests him.
The front page of the newspaper featured a speech by King Rune, who called on all the people of Rune to join the just battle to defend their homeland. This uninformative news was skipped over. Raphael saw a report about the "Clown Angel" on the second page.
The previous attack by the Fusak Empire airships injured many people, and in particular, crippled many others. The sudden disaster left many without any hope of survival.
Just then, a miracle occurred: a monster frequently appeared in the hospital wards, healing patients' injuries and even causing severed limbs to regrow.
It is called a monster because some people saw that its head was made of straw, some saw wheat sprouting from its head, and others saw that it looked like a terrifying demon.
But he was indeed using his extraordinary abilities to heal people's wounds, so people thought that God had sent an angel to redeem them.
Because this angel is ugly and terrifying in appearance, people call it the "clown angel".
Raphael tossed aside the newspaper and stubbed out the last bit of his cigarette in the ashtray. Someone was definitely impersonating him.
But Raphael couldn't say for sure which sequence it would play.
The case of "The Clown Angel" gave Raphael some inspiration. Although the bombing was over, many people were still seriously injured in the bombing, and their lives were probably coming to an end in the next few days. They were good subjects to play.
After thinking about it for a moment, Raphael had some good ideas, and a smile crept onto his face.
At that moment, he glanced at the two plush toys on the table and picked them up.
Raphael first raised the doll shaped like a little girl in a shrill voice: "Mr. Zombie has a brilliant idea! Making a corpse suddenly come to life will definitely shock a lot of people!"
He then lifted the doll shaped like a boy and imitated a child's voice, saying, "But if we do that, it'll be easy for the official extraordinary beings to spot us."
Raphael laughed and said, "In the past, the pressure from official extraordinary individuals was indeed very great."
"But things are different now. The war has started, and the official extraordinary individuals are very busy. As long as there are no large-scale casualties, they won't devote too much energy to paying attention to these strange events."
As he spoke, Raphael pointed to the newspaper: "I think I'm not the only one who thinks this way; the guy who plays the 'Clown Angel' has a similar idea—"
Just then, Raphael's expression suddenly turned sinister: "We still need to take advantage of the chaos to create a few serial murders, causing panic among the people. That will definitely help them digest the potion—"
Raphael put down the puppet and slammed his fist on the table: "I told you! Now is not the time to play the 'serial killer'! You better behave yourself!"
"I just noticed that your method of digesting those potions is too slow, so—"
Raphael pointed to his forehead: "Behave yourself!"
He took a few breaths before leaning back in his chair and laughing: "I have to be patient. It's not time to play the 'serial killer' yet. Although the thought is exciting, it's not the right time—not the right time—"
On the table, two rag dolls, with somewhat stiff smiles, quietly watched Raphael.
In a ward at Keller Hospital.
Dr. Vincent is performing CPR on a patient, while a nurse is on the other side of the bed, ready to take over at any moment.
Several family members of the patient were quietly weeping around the hospital bed.
The other patients in their beds watched all of this silently.
A few minutes later, Vincent, panting heavily, stopped, took out his stethoscope, and examined the patient again. After confirming that there was no pulse, he took out his pocket watch and checked: "2:23 AM. Mr. Miguel is confirmed dead. Cause of death: organ failure due to high fever."
The patient's body was wrapped in bandages, many of which were stained with yellow bodily fluids and medicine, making him look somewhat like a mummy.
The patient's family finally began to cry loudly.
Suddenly, everyone in the ward felt a cool breeze, and the whole ward seemed even colder.
Dr. Vincent glanced at the patient again and breathed a slight sigh of relief. The patient had suffered severe burns due to the attack by the Fussac Empire airship and had developed a high fever the night he was brought in.
Death was a relief for him.
Vincent was about to comfort the patient's family when suddenly, the deceased patient sat up abruptly.
Everyone around was startled. Vincent thought the patient had miraculously come back to life: "Lie down, don't—"
He was about to push the patient down when he discovered that the patient had actually stood up nimbly, and then stared at everyone with his cloudy eyes.
The patient's family, as well as the doctors and nurses, felt a chill run down their spines.
The patient didn't say anything and started walking out.
Vincent tried to call him back, but he soon noticed that the patient's walking posture was strange, as if his joints were stiff and he walked with a slight hopping gait.
A terrifying thought crossed the doctor's mind: Is he still alive?
By this time, the patient's family had caught up with them, and logically, the doctor no longer needed to concern himself with the matter.
But this was very strange, so Vincent followed along.
Although the patient's walking posture was a bit strange, he walked very fast, and his family members ran to catch up, but they still couldn't catch up.
Soon, they attracted the attention of passersby, mainly because the bandages on the patient's body were so impactful. How could someone so seriously injured be able to run so fast!
A few minutes later, the patient arrived at a pile of ruins. After the bombing, there were still many ruins that had not been cleared away.
The patient arrived at the ruins and began digging.
Vincent went up to the patient and asked what he was digging for. The patient didn't say a word and continued digging.
The patient's family members also came forward to ask, but the patient still did not answer.
Soon Vincent and the patient's family noticed that the patient was very strong; he could easily push aside broken brick walls that would have taken two or three people to lift.
The group of people silently backed away, sensing that something was amiss.
At this moment, there was movement from under the rubble. First, a hand reached out, and then the patient lifted a cement slab. A "person" with a flattened head struggled to get up from inside.
Everyone was stunned, especially Vincent. As a doctor, he was certain that someone whose head had been smashed like that couldn't possibly be alive.
Moreover, several days have passed since the bombing, and even the survivors from the day of the bombing would have died long ago!
After the patient "rescued" the "person," he sat quietly on a brick wall.
He then sat on the cement slab pressing down on him.
The two of them fell silent.
A few minutes later, Vincent went to check on the patient who had been digging through the rubble; the patient was long dead, while the "person" who had just been rescued...
He has been dead for several days.