My Immoral Detective System Chapter 47
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It was a good thing that the system recorded everything, despite what he was doing. If he were in the standby status, he could still see whatever happened with his host. It was a method to avoid dangerous situations. Of course, it hadn't been a rule not too long ago.
There was a system that went on a vacation with his girlfriend when his host had finished most of his missions. Although the last task was remaining, the system was confident that with the host's ability, nothing would happen. But the result of these things was that by the time the system came back from his holiday, he saw his host was on the verge of death and couldn't say a single word. Even his host's thoughts were chaotic. That made it difficult for that system to guess what had happened that pushed the host into such a state.
So, after that system came back with tears in his eyes, the officials in the heavens rebooted him. That meant the system didn't have the memories of his past anymore. After this incident, the Methu man and his colleagues created a rule that whenever someone leaves the host, even for a few minutes, they would record the scene and watch it right after coming back. And they also created another rule according to which, the systems aren't supposed to leave the hosts for a long time.
This aspect saved the lives of many hosts, and today, it saved Zion from dying at the hands of the black-cloaked man.
As soon as 007 entered the scene, the first thing he saw was an unconscious Zion in an extremely unfamiliar place. Before doing anything else, he played the recording and was shocked when he saw the end.
Then did it mean his host was on the verge of failing this mission?! According to the rules that he had still not shown to the host, it was mandatory to bring the crime to light and capture the criminal to make sure that this person wouldn't be harming people anymore. You could say that Zion had to change the fate of these people. 007 also knew that without his host, the world would be destroyed eventually.
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But if Zion failed, not only would the people of this kingdom die, but even Zion would suffer for innumerable lifetimes!
A hint of anxiety rose in his heart. He was gone for five minutes, and his host had already fallen into the hands of the criminal! What could be worse than this?
If he failed to wake up this sleeping master, he would fail this mission, and 007 would also suffer from this. He was sure that the Methu man would reboot him like that system that had created so much trouble!
After thinking about this, he brought a pot of water from God knows where before appearing in front of the host on the screen and throwing the water at Zion's face. The latter coughed and fluttered open his eyes, glancing around him in confusion. Where exactly was he?
Then a string of memories flashed in his brain as his eyes widened. That's right! He was unconscious, and he had subconsciously called out to the system!
He looked down to find a familiar furry man staring at him anxiously. "Now, what should we do?"
Zion took a deep breath to calm himself and got up from the ground. After that, he went inside and glanced at the coffin before opening his mouth. "Is there a way to hide this body?"
Hide? Where? The system tilted his head while glancing at the body inside the coffin. Just a moment after thinking about it, 007's tube-light-like brain ignited, and he realized what his host wanted. "You want to take this body with you!"
Zion said nothing but stared coldly at the furry man's face until the latter shivered under that icy gaze. "Fine!" The system spoke those words through his gritted teeth and continued, "We'll bring him along."
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There was an inventory where Zion could hide foreign objects inside, but there was a limit to it too. Currently, he could only hold one thing, and seeing how big this body was, the system was afraid that the space wouldn't be enough to hide this dead body in the inventory. Thankfully, it had space, so 007 easily pulled the body inside the screen by closing his eyes and uttering a spell.
Then the body disappeared and flashed on the screen before disappearing from there as well.
Zion's body relaxed as he made his way out of the house. He glanced in the brothel's direction and ignored it before heading over to the opposite direction.
The system was confused after seeing this kind of behavior from his host. He couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you heading over to the brothel? That's an easier way to get out of this place, right?"
Zion walked at a faster pace through the forest as he said, "I'm sure the black-cloaked man would have prepared a good, welcoming gift for me if I woke up before he thought I would. But he would never expect me to go this way. For him, I must be a regular servant of the 'master' he talked about. So I should logically choose the brothel, not the unknown route."
"Wait…." The system just remembered something when Zion said about the master. "What did the black-cloaked man mean by saying, master?"
Zion sneered in his heart at that. "What did he mean? Well, let's see. The first time I came into the limelight was when I was Vincent. So he must have taken me for granted back then, while leaving a spy to follow me. But soon after this, he saw me coming out of the same inn with different faces. It made him deduce that I, in my Vincent identity, was perhaps leading a detective group that was dead set on solving the murder case, and he didn't want that. While doing this, he strangely recognized your presence and considered that Vincent must be giving his followers a strange power to deal with the situation. I'm sure he probably didn't know exactly what the system was, but he was aware of your presence and must have thought that Vincent sent that system from one person to another for the sake of the case."
007 nodded as he understood what Zion was talking about. So, after this, he silenced his mouth and watched him walking through the forest at a faster pace.
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