Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 151 - : Thirty-six, it’s not Helmo! Its your..._3

Chapter 151: Thirty-six, it’s not Helmo! It’s your…_3

Listening to Bai Wei’s obvious mockery, Gerard said nothing, just glanced at the Wanted Notice and then turned to leave.

He wasn’t in the mood, nor did he have the energy to respond to Bai Wei.

Just as Bai Wei had said, he was now like a disabled person.

His body’s metal frame had been completely scrapped in last night’s battle, reduced to mere scrap metal.

At this moment, he could say he was walking with several dozen pounds of weight, and with injuries to boot, so after walking an entire night, he still hadn’t reached a safe area.

If he encountered enemies now, he wouldn’t have the slightest strength to fight back, he could only surrender his body to Bai Wei again, just like last night.

“So where are you planning to go now?” Bai Wei asked, “You’re wanted throughout the city; you can’t possibly go back now, can you?”

Gerard still didn’t respond to Bai Wei.

And this was already a serious violation of his second deal with Bai Wei.

But Bai Wei didn’t care, he even seemed somewhat pleased to see this, so he just watched Gerard drag his crippled body through the alleys, like a disabled old man scavenging for trash.

Logically, he should have been easy to spot, but with Bai Wei’s help, he managed to evade many dangers.

Like this, walking and stopping, he finally reached his destination, the Rim Station he had visited yesterday.

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And at this moment, Bai Wei finally realized where Gerard had wanted to go.

Sure enough, after another dozen minutes, he stood in front of a house that had collapsed by half, its walls spray-painted with “The Culprit Should Go to His Death.”

This bunch, when something goes wrong, they still subconsciously want to run home.

Even if the home is no longer there.

This is what Bai Wei thought.

Gerard didn’t know what Bai Wei was thinking; he walked into the house like a puppet and entered a room filled with ruins.

Looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, Gerard paused for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and began digging through the rubble, as if he wanted to find something underneath.

Meanwhile, last night’s experiences began flashing through his mind.

Last night, Bai Wei had used his body to eliminate all the bugs and also left the Monster on the brink of death.

Then, a human face emerged from the Monster’s body—it was Hallman’s.

Hallman regained consciousness in his dying moments and told Gerard many things.

For instance, the new scourge that was killing Lyra.

And how all the Bishops, in support of Lyra, had entered the Thought Amber, severing their connection with the outside world.

And how the new scourge’s power was far more widespread than imagined, having infiltrated many positions within Lyra and possibly influencing the other Bishops in the same manner.

Another point was Lyra’s poor condition, which couldn’t last much longer.

For Gerard, each piece of news was shocking on its own, let alone when added together, and he finally realized how difficult a situation Lyra was in at this moment.

But none of these compared to the last piece of news.

Gerard’s hands rummaged through the rubble faster and more frantically.

It was rare for him to lose composure like he did today.

Lacking mechanical assistance and owing the price paid to Bai Wei, his body had long reached the breaking point, but he couldn’t care less, just kept digging, allowing the rocks to cut his fingers and gash his flesh without stopping.

Finally, he found what he was looking for.

A blurry photo.

A young him holding a boy and girl, smiling awkwardly for the camera.

Hallman’s voice rang out in his ears again.

“Gerard… The Night Star member who returned ten years ago wasn’t only you, his name is now Yong Xin.”

“I already know; it’s Helmo, right?”

“No, no, no… it’s not Helmo.”

Gerard’s gaze slowly shifted to the boy’s face in the photo, as Hallman’s last echo before death exploded in his ear.

“It’s your son!”

“It’s your…”

“Son!”

The old and frail Gerard looked at the young boy in the photo.

The boy in the photo smiled at him,

Just as he did in his memory.