harleyscars Chapter 276 The Evil Will?
Chapter 276 The Evil Will?
Chapter 276 The Evil Will?
"also?"
Lorne keenly grasped this key word, pondering it as he sized up the listless doctor before him.
"Have you become unlucky too?"
"That's right!" Dr. Allen seemed to have found an outlet for his emotions, and his voice rose several decibels.
"Things have been awful lately!"
"I'm so unlucky! Several surgeries have gone wrong for no reason! Luckily, they were all minor issues and didn't cause any serious consequences."
"Ahem." Lorne coughed lightly twice, gesturing to him with his eyes. The two were still in the busy corridor.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Dr. Allen realized his lapse in composure and pointed to a door not far away, saying, "My office is over there, let's talk there."
"Mm." Lorne nodded.
The two arrived at Dr. Allen's office, where Allen poured Lorne a cup of hot tea.
In the ensuing conversation, Lorne learned that Dr. Allen's recent experiences were strikingly similar to his own. While he hadn't encountered any life-threatening troubles, he'd been plagued by one minor mishap after another: surgical errors, a burglary at his home, and a steam train accident while traveling. Even walking around, he'd inexplicably get splashed with mud by a passing carriage.
"Are there any other people around you who are in the same situation?" Lorne asked curiously.
"No." Dr. Allen shook his head. "You're the first person to come to me about this."
"Do you think it's possible that we're cursed?" Dr. Allen asked in a low voice.
"A curse?" Lorne rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought. "I'm not against the occult, but why do you think that? Do you believe that little boy named Will cursed you?"
"At first I didn't think of him, but—" Allen took a sip of hot tea, his eyes filled with complex emotions, "the tarot cards you mentioned just now reminded me."
"The day before Will's surgery, to comfort him and help him relax, I did a tarot reading with him."
"At that moment, I turned over a card, the Wheel of Fortune reversed." Dr. Allen's voice trembled slightly. "The child looked at me, smiled so pure and innocent, and said, 'Doctor, your luck is going to get worse.'"
This is almost exactly the same experience as mine, although I drew the "Tower" card.
As Lorne listened to the other person's description, he frowned.
Through his spiritual vision, Lorne knew that Dr. Allen wasn't lying, and that the man was just an ordinary person, not an extraordinary one. In fact, he and Lorne had almost nothing in common.
The only thing they had in common was that they had both met the little boy named Will and had both drawn each other's tarot cards.
Could it be that Will is really up to something?
Is all this bad luck of mine his fault? With such a similar example before him, Lorne couldn't help but suspect the seemingly innocent little boy.
Yeah, that kid's got a really big head for his age, he might actually be up to something—
Lorne remembered that the other person had asked him if he and Hugh were a couple. How could a normal kid ask such a question!
How could he use such an innocent and naive appearance to deceive people? What an evil fellow!
"Um—" Dr. Allen said cautiously when he saw that he was silent.
"My name is James Scott."
"So, Mr. Scott, do you have any clues?"
"Do you think our ordeal was caused by something supernatural?" Lorne countered.
"I—I'm not sure either. Although I'm a devout believer in the goddess, I don't reject supernatural things." Allen lowered his head, looking somewhat lost.
"Did Will give you anything? Like any little gadgets?" Lorne asked again.
"————Yes!" Allen suddenly remembered something. He went to his desk and pulled out a rather well-made origami crane from the drawer.
"He gave this to me before he was discharged from the hospital, saying it would bring me good luck. I didn't pay attention to it at the time and just threw it into the drawer."
"Could it be—this is the cursed object?" He looked at the origami crane, a hint of fear in his eyes.
Lorne took the origami crane from his hand and examined it carefully.
It looks a lot like mine, but—I can't see anything unusual about it.
He returned the origami cranes to the other person and pondered, "I think, for safety's sake, we should investigate that little boy named Will."
"If it were before, I would have gone myself. But now—" Lorne pulled open his clothes, revealing layers of bandages wrapped around his body, still stained with blood.
"Ah—was this also caused by an accident?" As a surgeon, Allen could tell at a glance that Lorne's injuries were definitely not minor.
He suddenly felt a chill of fear. Could he really suffer such an accident? These are just minor troubles now, but who knows what might happen in the future—
He still has a job and a family, and he's about to become a father; he absolutely cannot afford for anything to happen to him!
"I've been very good to Will, I've taken good care of him, he shouldn't—" Dr. Allen muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself.
"I still treated him to ice cream, and it was the same thing—" Lorne shook his head helplessly. Seeing that Dr. Allen was becoming increasingly frightened, he knew that there was no hope in relying on this ordinary person.
But did Will only harm those who had helped him?
Under normal circumstances, Lorne would definitely investigate Will himself. Just to be on the safe side, he might even bring Sharon and the others along. But he's injured and won't recover anytime soon, and neither will Sharon.
Could it be that Will orchestrated all of this? He knew we would get hurt, which is why he dared to act so recklessly—Lorne fell into deep thought.
I need to find someone to investigate this matter in my place.
That person must have a certain level of ability and professional skills, and most importantly—they must be resilient enough not to suffer accidents easily due to bad luck.
Suddenly, a haunting figure appeared in his mind.
That person is an extraordinary individual, a capable detective, and most importantly, he has such good luck that he can keep "Phantom" from firing!
Moreover, he himself seems to be hiding quite a few secrets, so he should be able to withstand the risks that the investigation might bring.
"I think we can hire some professionals to handle this," Lorne said slowly, looking at Dr. Allen. "For example—a detective."
"detective?"
"Achoo!"
At 15 Minsk Street, Klein, who had just finished his mission and reverted to Sherlock Moriarty, couldn't help but rub his nose.
"Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?" he muttered to himself.
Not long ago, his undercover mission officially ended, and Mr. Rastig retired successfully. He also claimed that he had returned to Backlund after visiting relatives, and resumed his business as a private investigator.
"I hope nothing else goes wrong," he sighed softly.
Then, he laughed self-deprecatingly.
"How could things not go wrong?!"