Chapter 72 The third form of existence

"When is it?"

"You will know... one day in the future, you will definitely know... until then, please remember the kindness you have experienced from the Powder Keg Gang, Mr. Chen."

After a while, they left the basement.

The black cloth was taken off, and Ryan Gama sent Chen Yan out.

"With that guy's protection, you must be safe."

Ryan Gama pointed at Chen Yan's shadow.

The moonlight was particularly bright tonight, and Chen Yan's shadow was stretched on the ground. The concentration of darkness in the shadow was deeper than any other night.

He was referring to Claude Moon in Shadow.

Chen Yan raised his head and stared at the moon in the sky, but he did not see the woman holding the knife on the moon, nor did he see the large bush of bright trees and flowers beside her - the moon was white and bright, and he could only see some looming things.

Just blemishes and spots.

"Good night, Mr. Chen."

Ryan Gama looked at Chen Yan who was entranced, and reminded him in a low voice:

"You need to go home early tonight, because there was some trouble in Xiacheng District today. We are close to Xiacheng District, so the night is not peaceful."

Chen Yan came back to his senses and nodded.

"Good night, Mr. Gama."

Chen Yan was not used to such courtesy.

Such obviously purposeful kindness made him feel even more strange.

Ryan Gama grinned, showing big yellow teeth.

He stepped back into the door, and with a series of crisp sounds of the lock cylinder closing, the door of the Powder Keg Gang was closed.

Chen Yan stood at the door and first looked at his watch.

The time stayed at 8:32.

He looked down at his own shadow again.

"Claude Moon, why did they do this?"

The fat blond man's voice came to his mind.

'This is not the place to talk, just communicate with me through your thoughts.'

Chen Yan raised his foot, wanting to step on his own shadow, but he quickly gave up this boring move.

"I won't communicate with you with my mind, Claude Moon. Don't think that I don't know that you once entered my dream - peeped into my dream without my permission - what a shame.

A very stupid thing."

"If I communicate with you using my mind, does that constitute some kind of two-way channel?"

"You can follow this passage and enter my mind?"

The echoes of Claude Moon echoed in his head.

'Ha, you are really imaginative, Mr. Chen.'

Chen Yan refuted his words.

"Even if my guess is wrong, it's not much different - you keep asking me to communicate with you, and you once peeked into my dreams... You must have another purpose."

He walked to the other side of Walker Street, preparing to walk all the way back to his neighborhood.

Perhaps because the moonlight is too bright tonight, this part of Walker Street near downtown is quite bright.

Even without street lights, you can almost see the dark alleys beyond the streets.

Chen Yan walked very fast and wanted to go home quickly.

Even though he was unbearably hungry, he didn't want to stay outside.

As he walked back, he questioned his shadow.

"Claude Moon, what do you want to do?"

'Looking at your tone, we are about to open the skylight and say harsh words.'

"Open the skylight and speak frankly. Who did you hear these Asian slang words from?"

'Ah, is this a test of me? Mr. Chen, I just helped you with the notarization, are you going to test me without any limits?'

"You are really shameless. This is the first time I have seen someone make shamelessness so natural."

'Your grammar is wrong.'

"Don't avoid my questions."

'Speaking of which, I really want to ask you for help.'

"You can finish it in one sentence."

'I would like to ask your favor to ask a question to Vivian Murgwen.'

Chen Yan suddenly stopped.

"What did you say?!"

The moonlight seemed to have suddenly turned cold, and Chen Yan couldn't help but shiver.

'Shh, don't talk.'

Chen Yan watched helplessly as the moonlight in the block in front of him became more and more intense. In a moment, the moonlight actually formed a mist-like existence, covering him.

He lowered his head.

On the shadow head on the ground, Claude Moon's eyes have been opened.

'We need to be more cautious, Mr. Chen. The moonlight barrier can help us isolate everything, including electromagnetic waves.'

Chen Yan was still stuck in the problem he just had.

"What on earth are you talking about! Isn't Vivian dead?"

'Vivian Morgwen is indeed dead, but you can still find her.'

"Where can I find her?"

'Zoo, Mr. Chen, Byron Weiss Zoo.'

When Claude Moon said this, although it was a voice that appeared directly in his head, Chen Yan felt that his voice had become lower-he was avoiding something and fearing something.

'The world is very different from what you imagined, Mr. Chen.'

'Humans, extraordinary beings, demi-humans, dependents, souls...these are just different forms of life.'

"You mean, although Vivian's body has died, she still exists in the zoo in the form of a soul?!"

'That's not the case, Mr. Chen.'

'She's dead.'

'Her body died, her blood dried up, and her soul was shattered.'

'But she lives on - she lives on in our memories.'

"You...what are you talking about?"

‘She exists in this world as another life form——

This form is not flesh and blood, and it is definitely not a soul.

It is a third form of existence with memory as its origin and the beast as its carrier.’

"I...I don't understand."

'We don't understand either, Mr. Chen, but after a long period of observation, we have found that this is one of the [high-end technologies] studied by the Baron Weiss Group.'

"How...how can I contact Vivian?"

'I don't know either.'

"I refrained from scolding you."

‘Thank you so much, Mr. Chen, because I really don’t know how to contact Vivian.

I only know that Vivian still [exists].

Although her memory is fragmented, she still holds some key information.’

"This so-called [key information] is what you want to ask about."

'Yes, Mr. Chen, we must know who the murderer of Vivian's family is.'

"Can you tell me the reason?"

‘There’s nothing to hide, Mr. Chen.

Vivian's father, Johnny Mogwen, is a member of the Labor Party in Yharnam.

He has a list.

There are some names on the list, the names of some Labor candidates.

Most of them are ordinary workers.

As you have seen, the names of ordinary workers holding hammers and picks and sweating in the factory for 15 hours a day.

They will participate in the general election, and Mr. Chen, some of them, will become leaders of the Labor Party and even MPs in Yanam City, with the power to make laws.

Since Johnny Murgwyn died, that list has disappeared.’
Chapter completed!