Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 115 - : Nineteenth This is your last chance.

Chapter 115: Nineteenth This is your last chance.

Terrell was extremely nervous, even more so than when he met Lord Yong Xin the night before.

His hands wouldn’t stop trembling, and the beads of sweat spilling from his forehead continually dripped down, mingling with the fresh blood that had welled up from his finger pricked by the clock hand earlier, making him look particularly wretched.

Terrell could no longer hear anything beyond the “thumping” of his own heartbeat, not even the wound on his finger that kept seeping blood felt any pain—fear was the only emotion he could genuinely experience.

And all of this, of course, was brought on by Gerard.

Terrell couldn’t forget the scene he had just witnessed, where even Lord Yong Xin could only tune the “Desolate Time Clock” to “two,” but it collapsed the moment it neared Gerard… What did that imply? Had Gerard found the power he failed to bring out from the Pollution Zone before? And the concentration of that power… it far exceeded Lord Yong Xin’s!

But according to Lord Yong Xin, they had tested Gerard just a month ago, and he had nothing on him then.

Could so much have changed in just a month?

Or did it mean… he had always been like this, pretending for ten years?!

One after another, thoughts and suspicions popped into Terrell’s mind, stabbing his nerves sharply like needles, making it unbearable for him to contemplate further, leaving him only the desire to report immediately to Lord Yong Xin.

But Gerard was right by his side, never having left!

While Terrell pretended to casually pick up the scattered parts of the “Desolate Time Clock,” Gerard stood silently beside him, still as a statue. From the corner of his eye, Terrell could clearly see Gerard’s legs, straight as columns, also imposing a tremendous pressure on him.

Terrell felt like a convict waiting for execution, and Gerard the executioner ready to behead him.

With the abilities of the “Knight of Night Star,” Terrell believed that if Gerard really wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t even have time to raise his head to call for help.

So, would he strike?

Had he noticed Terrell’s earlier actions?

Terrell was incredibly tense, and this tension peaked when he heard the “thud, thud” of footsteps.

Gerard was approaching him, and his heavy boots seemed not to tread on the hall’s floor but on his heart… Yes, he felt Gerard’s footsteps and his own heartbeat had synchronized.

Then, the footsteps stopped; Gerard had come to a halt beside him.

At that moment, Terrell felt like he had forgotten how to breathe, fumbling several times for a small part he couldn’t manage to pick up.

He dared not look up, and naturally, he couldn’t see Gerard’s face, but he could feel Gerard’s gaze.

That gaze rested on him like a butcher’s knife on his neck.

…Was he really going to act?

If Gerard truly intended to kill him, then before he died, he had to get the message to Lord Yong Xin!

That was the only thought Terrell could cling to amidst his chaotic thoughts.

So, when he saw Gerard slowly leaning down, preparing to “act,” Terrell could almost no longer restrain the pressure within him, almost shouting for help.

But just then, he heard Gerard say calmly, “Let me help you.”

The moment those words were spoken, the unparalleled pressure Terrell felt vanished in an instant.

The world, which had been so quiet that he could only hear his own heartbeat and Gerard’s footsteps, disappeared, and the noise of the bustling Fourth District came flooding back—the wound that was still bleeding began to hurt as well.

In that instant, Terrell felt as though he had come back to life.

And when Gerard also bent down to start picking up the parts with Terrell, the fear and tension in his heart had completely dissipated, leaving only a trace… of puzzlement.

Strange, why had he been so afraid just a moment ago?

Terrell was perplexed.

He looked around the room; there were hundreds of people coming and going on the first floor of the Fourth District Tower, and the commotion he had caused had attracted quite a bit of attention, with people now looking over.

This immediately eased Terrell’s anxiety.

Yes, this was his territory.

How could Gerard possibly dare to lay a hand on him here?

With this thought, Terrell immediately felt relieved, attributing his earlier excessive tension to the poor rest he had had over the past two days, the shock of Ocot’s death at Gerard’s hands, and of course, the “truth” revealed earlier—an accumulation of factors that had driven him to act so abnormally.

But now that he had calmed down, Terrell knew there was no need to be afraid.

Even if Gerard knew everything, he would never dare to touch him.

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Because Terrell now stood in the sunlight, while Gerard… was nothing but a mouse in the shadows.

“It really troubles you, Knight Gerard.” Thinking of this, Terrell’s face once again wore a smile, “Actually, you didn’t need to help me, I could have handled it myself.”

“Tell me, what exactly happened?” Gerard said in a low voice.

Terrell blinked slightly, “What are you saying?”

Gerard lifted his head to look at Terrell and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “Stop pretending. Tell me, what exactly happened? What was the matter ten years ago? What has been happening these past ten years? And, the Desolate Time Clock that was just blown up, what about that?”

Terrell narrowed his eyes.

He hadn’t expected that Gerard would lay his cards on the table so directly.

Was he feeling nervous? Nervous that his secret had been discovered.

It could only be this way.

Terrell once again showed a smile, but what he said was, “Knight Gerard, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Everything here is normal, as it was ten years ago, and so it is now.”

Gerard continued to look at Terrell, slowly saying, “Can we talk somewhere else? There are too many people here.”

Oh… it seems my guess was indeed correct.

Seeing that Gerard had made this request, the smile on Terrell’s face grew even brighter, and there was even a hint of mockery in that smile, “Knight Gerard, I don’t understand what you mean. Do we have something that can’t be seen by others? Perhaps you do, but I don’t. If we really must talk, it’s fine right here.”

Gerard fell silent.

His gaze remained on Terrell, but that look could no longer exert the same pressure on Terrell as before.

In his view, Gerard knew his own secret had been pierced through, so he wanted to gamble one last time.

The more it was at times like this, the less Terrell was willing to give him a chance.

Terrell had decided that later, when he would send a message to Lord Yong Xin, he would by no means leave this hall.

Gerard looked at Terrell for a long time, and then finally spoke again, “I don’t know how much you’re involved, but since I didn’t detect any pollution on you, I think you still have a chance… but this is the last chance. I’m trying to help you. Any later, and it really will be too late.”

Terrell was somewhat surprised that Gerard would say such things. Even from Gerard’s tone, he sensed a bit of sincerity and… pleading?

He looked at Gerard’s eyes, somewhat puzzled, and somehow Gerard’s left eye, concealed with gauze, gave him a palpably throbbing feeling.

But this feeling did not last long.

Terrell said calmly, “Knight Gerard, I don’t understand what you’re saying. Perhaps in your eyes, all of us have problems, and you’re trying to save us all. But is it possible that all of us are normal, and the only one with a problem is you?”

After saying this, Terrell did not continue to entangle with Gerard and, having packed up the remaining parts, he stood up.

“I’ll leave the rest as a keepsake for you.” Terrell shrugged and said, “After all, that clock is a thing from ten years ago. It’s broken, it’s outdated, and indeed shouldn’t continue to be carried around. Perhaps the scrap metal yard is its best destiny?”

After leaving these words, Terrell turned and left.

He was still somewhat wary that Gerard might come after him.

But Gerard did not, he just stood there, watching Terrell’s departing figure. When Terrell looked back, he suddenly felt like Gerard was looking at a dead man.

This caused Terrell to shudder. He blinked, and when he looked again, Gerard had already turned to leave.

“What a mystifying fellow,” Terrell muttered, then walked briskly toward the front desk, “Contact Sky Tower for me, and quick.”

He wanted to get the message to Lord Yong Xin as soon as possible.

The sooner, the better.

So he quickened his pace.

Then he felt his footsteps become very fast, his body light.

And also, getting lighter and lighter.

Even, as if he were flying.

Next, he saw the receptionist’s expression at the front desk gradually shift from a full-faced smile to a stunned look, and finally to horror.

In the end—

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

A thud.

Terrell’s head landed on the ground.

The last image he saw before losing consciousness was a body with only one-third left, striding quickly forward.