"Generally speaking, visiting Mr. Kraft requires accompaniment by five senior staff members throughout the process.
But given your uniqueness, Detective Roddy, and your A-grade evaluation in the inspection, you are allowed to meet him alone.
Of course, we will monitor your personal state through sensors in your clothing at any time.
The visit is set for 15 minutes. If everything goes smoothly, you may request an extension.
You should already be aware of other precautions, so I won’t repeat them. Good luck."
The accompanying staff member took the elevator and left, leaving Roddy standing alone at the end of the passage.
After this long review process, even a seasoned detective like Roddy, accustomed to the Corner, felt a bit intimidated, slightly nervous.
His bracelet was changing its ten-digit code at a speed of once every 5 seconds.
Entering the code opened the hydraulic heavy door in front,
but behind it was not a containment room, just another corridor, with a similar hydraulic door at the end.
This repeated a total of ten times.
The door at the end finally turned normal, a solid wooden door like one found in any household.
When Roddy was thinking about how to open this ordinary wooden door without a password, click! The sound of the lock came, and it opened automatically.
Inside was a typical entrance hall,
a pair of black slippers matching Roddy’s shoe size had been placed on the ground.
As Roddy stepped over the wooden door,
A ringing sound came,
and the grayness in his brain became unstable, the tentacles active in the moon pituitary all retracted and tensed, as if fearing something.
Clearly, he was about to meet just an avatar, one that couldn’t exceed the limitations of the human world, with power weaker than an ordinary monster.
Yet Roddy was drenched in cold sweat, unable to activate any gray-related ability.
Quickly adjusting his state, suppressing the unease within.
Roddy politely shouted, but the room remained eerily quiet, without any response.
He could only slowly walk into the house in slippers.
Inside was a duplex apartment structure, only 50 square meters, the first floor a normal living area, including the kitchen and living room.
The second floor should be the area for creation and sleep.
As Roddy walked past the entrance hall, glancing towards the second floor,
a pair of crow-style slippers stepped on the stairs, the slippers adorned with a chubby brain design in pink pajamas.
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parting hair and wearing round-framed glasses,
chestnut brown hair in a wild birds’ nest style.
However, when Roddy saw what the man was holding, he was so startled that his eyes widened, nearly triggering the sensors in his clothes.
In the hand of this middle-aged man was the Iron Maiden container that stored the finger.
Roddy had no idea when it was taken by the man, as it should have been hidden deep within his body, unnoticed even by the World Bureau’s perception equipment.
the middle-aged man brought the Iron Maiden closer for inspection, speaking in fluent Mandarin:
"You managed to obtain such a root-reaching item so quickly, even if it’s just a small piece, it’s quite remarkable.
Explain to me in detail how you acquired it, perhaps I can use it as inspiration to create a novel.
If the story is exciting enough, I’ll naturally help you deal with this item.
Let the two girls come out as well, very welcome to come here as the prototypes for the Hell Island creation characters."
"Wouldn’t they be discovered?"
Roddy slightly lifted his clothing,
Wu Wen and Hua Yuan separated from his body in different forms, and upon seeing Mr. Kraft’s avatar, cold sweat dripped down as they hid behind Roddy.
The middle-aged man glanced at Hua Yuan, seemingly seeing the interesting structure inside her.
"You three are all participants, come on! Hurry up and tell me."
Roddy, at this moment, was more concerned about the finger issue, wanting to quickly move past this part, "Mr. Kraft, why don’t you directly read the memory?"
"Don’t do such a lowly thing~ What is a story? It must be something conveyed by humans personally, that is what makes it a story."
"Wait a moment, I’ll get a pen and notebook... right! If you want some coffee or drinks, help yourself in the kitchen, and if you haven’t eaten, there are some pizzas in the fridge you can heat up."
"Alright, wait for me on the sofa then~ I’ll also take a quick break."
In a joint narrative, the three explained the videotape incident in detail.
Mr. Kraft was attentive in taking notes throughout,
especially excited upon hearing about the bizarre on-campus event, Roddy’s showdown with Lebeite, and the final twist with the Joker’s intervention.
"Wonderful! The event itself isolated your memories, so I don’t need to explain the character relationships in advance, I can write directly according to the identity in the setting.
Once this novel is finished, I guarantee it’ll be more popular than Hell Island, you guys performed fantastically!"
"Got it... um... Mr. Kraft, about the finger?"
"See, you’re anxious again~ I won’t keep it for myself.
You are still at the ’germination’ stage, contacting this item is indeed too early. If you had fully matured, you could use it to move to the next stage and explore deeper into the Corner.