"The assassination of the Imperial Minister was solved, and the secret organization 'Vision School' was behind it. They used the revenge of James Wensley, the victim of the prisoner abuse case 17 years ago, to conduct experiments on 'a certain secret research'..."
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"Currently, the leader of the organization, 'Professor' Carlson Mensis, escaped from the siege led by Archbishop Benjamin Clift, and James Wensley also escaped..."
"The Suppression Bureau promises to eliminate the forces of the 'Farsighted School' in Caspars and will not allow this organization to further endanger the personal safety of citizens..."
Leon sat on the bench, flipping through the newspaper in his hand: "It seems that public opinion is sympathetic to James Wensley. Several reports focused on the dangers of the 'Foresight School', and some even mentioned the
The revelation of the truth about the prisoner abuse case triggered attacks on victims such as Wilson Swift and Belle Thabeet."
"Because newspapers know very well that their audience is still mostly ordinary people, so news about 'powerful people persecuting civilians' is more interesting." Wein held a cigarette in his mouth and sat on the other side of the bench.
"Those people are powerful after all, but they didn't try to silence the newspaper company?"
"They are too busy dealing with the Suppression Bureau's investigation. How can they have time to take care of these things? What's more, although the 'victims' include bankers and military officers, in the end they are not big aristocrats and do not have that much influence.
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Leon read the newspaper for a while, and soon, the person they were waiting for came back in front of them.
James did not take off his hood and hesitated: "You...really want to let me go?"
Leon put down the newspaper: "This is the boss's decision...Boss?"
Three days ago, after they left Carlson's laboratory base, Wein did not hand James over to the Suppression Bureau, but arranged for him to escape from the scene. Therefore, in the Suppression Bureau's view, James accompanied Carlson.
Escaped.
After that, one day later, Leon saw James again at Dr. Yousefka's private clinic. He underwent skin grafting surgery and used artificial human skin to cover the mechanical parts of his body. Now James looks different from the 17-year-old.
Years ago, he didn't look like a dangerous person, he was just an "ordinary" disfigured man.
Regarding Wein's decision, Leon said it was impossible without differences. He never thought that Wein would take the initiative to help James escape.
"Well..." Wein shook off the ash from his cigarette, and Isaac in his arms turned away his head in disgust, "Have you bought a ticket?"
"I bought the last ticket to leave Casper and go to Sudbury Valley before the storm." James paused, "Thank you very much for helping me, but I don't know why..."
"Do you still want to live?"
James was stunned by Wein's question, and he was silent for a moment: "To be honest, after completing my revenge, I...I don't feel the reason to continue living. My family members are all dead, and neither can my friends."
To recognize each other, even if I continue to live, it will be nothing more than becoming a part of Professor Mensis's experiment."
In fact, he originally planned to help Leon escape from Carlson's control and then kill himself, but he didn't expect that he failed to help Leon escape and was caught on the spot by Carlson. Then the detective who suddenly appeared rescued them and returned the favor.
By the way, he helped James escape the pursuit of the Su Zheng Bureau.
After that, under the command of Wein, he went to Yousefka Clinic for skin grafting surgery. With the help of alchemy potion, he recovered in less than a day after the operation, and then Wein took him to the city.
He went to the international transportation station and asked him to buy a ticket to Sud Valley, another city in the Eastern Exile.
"Since you have no reason to live, then keep the remaining life and do something more meaningful." Wein said, "You carry two souls, and the psychic self-discipline circuit will not corrode you.
It will be too fast. As long as you don't activate the circuit as desperately as before, you still have three to five years to survive."
"I..." James pressed his chest, and his body returned to its original body temperature without activating the psychic self-discipline circuit.
"I have an acquaintance in Sudbury Valley. He may be interested in research on psychic autonomic circuits. Remember the address I gave you. Go find him when you get to Sudden Valley. Maybe you can contribute to science.
Research and make some contribution.”
Liang frowned: "That acquaintance of yours is also studying psychic self-discipline circuits?"
"No, it's just that his research direction overlaps with the psychic self-discipline circuit. Carlson's works may bring him inspiration." Wein threw the cigarette butt aside in the trash can, "Use the last of your life to exert some residual heat. This
It won’t do you any harm either.”
"Yeah." James nodded. Under Carlson's control, he had already undergone many painful experiments, and now he had fulfilled his desire for revenge. He didn't particularly care about his remaining value.
"Intercity Land Cruiser No. 1086 will arrive in 10 minutes. Passengers please go to the designated check-in point for inspection..."
The announcement in the hall sounded, and Wein pointed in one direction: "I've already said hello to the people at the ticket checkpoint. Just go there and they won't make things difficult for you."
"This land cruiser will take a week. The coolant found in the laboratory should be enough for your daily use. As long as you don't activate the psychic self-discipline circuit, you only need one injection every two or three days."
James picked up his suitcase and bowed deeply: "Goodbye, you two, and thank you again."
"No need to thank you, we will meet again in the future." Wein waved his hand casually, "By the way, I have to remind you, that guy's temper is not very good, don't say the wrong thing - oh, you look so stupid,
I’m afraid I won’t offend him verbally.”
James nodded, turned around, walked into the crowd with his suitcase, and finally disappeared from Leon's sight.