Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 128: Twenty-seven Oh, let me see what other moves you have (6K)_2

"What on earth is this?" Jim asked.

The burly man had also come over, and when he saw this machine, a look of surprise crossed his face.

"This is... a pollution detection device," the burly man said, "a tool used by the Pioneer Force in the past to check if they had been contaminated."

Carl was puzzled, "If it's just for detecting pollution, why is it so big?"

"Because detection is just one of its purposes," the burly man spoke in a deep voice. "Its more direct effect is to eliminate the pollution once it's detected."

"Eliminate the pollution?" Jim asked subconsciously, "How does it eliminate it?"

The burly man patted a recessed part on top of the machine, "See this here? This is where you put the Chainsaw Sword. Understand now?"

Some things didn't need to be spelled out explicitly.

With just a little imagination, Jim and Carl could picture what the machine would look like with the Chainsaw Sword installed, and immediately understood how it was meant to operate, chilling them to the bone.

"That old guy, is he really that harsh on himself?" Jim muttered, "Really planning not to leave even a whole corpse for himself."

Carl added, "This must have been standard issue for the Night Star squadron, but it looks like it hasn't been activated in a long time."

At that moment, the burly man sensed something. He first checked the core part of the machine, then looked at the seat within, and gradually his brows knitted tighter.

"No, this machine has been activated recently," the burly man spoke slowly, "within the last day or two, after his return."

Jim and Carl were stunned.

The burly man slowly backed away. The more he examined the details of the machine, the more he was sure of his initial conjecture.

The machine had been activated.

Jim hadn't yet grasped it, "Why did he activate it?"

No one answered him because the answer was easily deduced with a little thought.

Why activate a detection device?

Obviously, because... he suspected he was contaminated.

At this time, a vision emerged in all three men's minds—a stiff and lonely Knight sitting alone in the dead of night on a machine designed to butcher himself, pulling down a lever, waiting for fate to descend.

"It seems 'Lord Yong Xin's' judgment was correct," the burly man slowly began, "there was indeed a change in him, and he himself felt it."

"... But he's still alive and well," Jim said, "which means this device didn't work. So, was he contaminated or not?"

"Does that matter to us?" the burly man glanced at Jim and said indifferently, "What's your definition of contamination? According to the definition from ten years ago, then we..."

The speech stopped there, but Jim understood.

"Yeah, times have changed," he said, "Contamination needs a new definition. If he's dead, he's contamination; if he's not, we are. It's just that simple."

After a brief exchange, the three resumed their search for the "suspicious object" among this pile of "junk."

They were not worried about leaving traces that Gerard would discover later because entering this room meant they could not hide it; Gerard was sure to find out—he was a Knight of the Night Star, not just anyone.

That meant their actions could only happen once; a second time wouldn't work.

So they didn't need to worry too much; they just needed to find that suspicious object before Gerard returned.

It was a very simple task because they knew exactly when Gerard would be detained and had ample time; enough to turn the cabin upside down and even burn it to the ground without issue.

But for some reason, this seemingly easy task brought an inexplicable pressure to the three men.

Especially for the burly man who once belonged to the Devil's Army, the feeling was pronounced, like returning to the Polluted Land.

That damned place always gave an oppressive feeling that was enough to drive one mad, which was why the burly man had retired from the Devil's Army, to work for a new organization.

But now, he felt as if he had returned to that accursed land.

Yet this was just an ordinary house, filled with nothing but ten-year-old scrap metal.

So where was this strange, oppressive feeling coming from?

The longer the burly man stayed in the room, the more restless he became, especially when he approached the desk and saw one after another photograph of the old Night Star squadron, the sensation of being in the Polluted Land intensified, making it unbearable. In exasperation, he kicked the leg of the desk chair.

"Damn it," he cursed.

The ancient desk immediately began to wobble, and the yellowed photographs began to fall one by one.

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The burly man originally just glanced at it, intending to look elsewhere for clues, but even that glance caught something in his peripheral vision and he stopped in his tracks, following the sight.

He saw a very strange box that did not quite fit with the rest of Lyra's decor... a box.

Carl, standing by, also noticed the commotion and immediately widened his eyes, "What's that?"

Hence, Jim also stopped what he was doing and looked over.