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"Then I'll leave the rest to you." Lynn didn't rush to stand up right away, but pushed the wheelchair towards Matt at the stairway. "Matt, let's go home."

"Okay." Matt had been wanting to go back for a while now.

By the time they reached the first floor, there were only a few people left.

Lynn didn't even glance at the bodies of the Bazel brothers. Although they were victims, they didn't deserve any sympathy for their deaths.As they passed the bodies and exited the tavern, they found the area outside buzzing with activity. A large crowd had gathered, huddled around the tavern, discussing the events inside.

After all, the dead men were influential figures in this area, and their deaths were considered major news by the civilians living nearby.

"Brother," Matt pushed the wheelchair with a low voice, "I feel like you knew the Bazel brothers were going to die. And that Arthur too, why do you two seem to be so in sync?"

"I did have a bad feeling during dinner, which is why I wanted to follow them and see what happened. I never expected it to actually be true.""Something like this... As for Arthur, it's just a coincidence. He's the sheriff, and I had some ideas, so we decided to work on it together." Lynn knew that Matt would ask about it after they left, so he had prepared an answer in advance.

"Is that so..." Matt still felt like something wasn't quite right.

"Don't forget, I'm writing a detective novel now, so I'm quite sensitive to these things. Helping the sheriff solve cases is also a way for me to gather material." Lynn said.

Matt sighed, "I'm just worried that you'll get yourself into trouble, no matter what happens,"We should stay far away from death."

"Don't worry." Lynn felt a warmth in his heart.

In his previous life, he was quite lonely and rebellious, with few friends and little contact with his relatives.

After coming here, he unexpectedly became much calmer and less resistant to these things. He could try to accept and respond to others' kindness towards him.

"Lynn."

After walking for about ten minutes, Arthur caught up with them."Is everything taken care of?" Lynn knew that Arthur would probably catch up with him.

The reason why he didn't stay and wait for Arthur was due to his concern about the other's corruption level.

Even though they were both awakened beings and would have many topics to discuss, he wasn't too keen on dealing with someone who had a corruption level exceeding 100.

"Yeah. It's not a big deal, especially since none of them know me. I'll just take the person out and pretend like nothing happened. I'll just pretend I don't know anything," Arthur said with a cigarette in his mouth. "Is it convenient to chat privately?"

"We're heading back," Matt didn't like Arthur much, he could sense danger emanating from him.

"It's okay, I'll talk to him," Lynn reassured Matt and sent him away to a distance of a few dozen meters.

"What did you redeem with your points?" Arthur inquired.

Lynn didn't rush to answer: "And you?"

"First time, I exchanged all 200 points for money. This time, I didn't use my 200 points, planning to save up more before deciding," Arthur replied honestly.

Logically speaking, Awakened Ones should not kill each other, so they are not enemies and have no reason to deceive each other.

"I used it to treat my leg," Lynn didn't try to hide the issue of his leg. It was a reasonable thing, and it couldn't be concealed anyway.

"But then why...?" Arthur stared at the wheelchair.

"The points weren't enough for a full recovery. In some situations, using a wheelchair is still convenient, and I'm still thinking about how to explain it to my brother."

"I understand. Matters related to the mysterious space and clearance tasks are all forbidden from being disclosed...""Not to be disclosed to ordinary people," Arthur exhaled a puff of smoke and pulled out a cigarette case, offering it to Lynn. "Want one?"

"No thanks." Lynn was quite unusual. Most male creatives enjoyed smoking, but despite writing novels for so many years, he had never relied on it to relieve fatigue or boost his energy. "You said you've already done two missions?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Yeah, and you...?"

"First time," Lynn said.

"To perform like this on your first time, it's really impressive. My first time...""I barely made it through with low points and an easy difficulty level." Arthur still looked haunted, it was evident that each clearance mission was a major ordeal for him.

"What was your first mission like?" Lynn wanted to learn as much as possible about the clearance missions to prepare for the next one.

"Escaping from assassins," Arthur exhaled heavily. "Suddenly becoming some kind of Awakened, suddenly being given a mission, suddenly being hunted down...Fortunately, it wasn't too difficult. After that, I figured out a way to spend money to get into the Public Security Bureau, thinking that I could legally carry a gun and also...""To learn something from the old security officers."

"How long was the interval between your two missions?"

"Four days, but I'm not sure if the next mission will start in four days. You should have asked the curator too, that old man keeps repeating the same thing that he can't disclose any information. Heh, I really want to kill him." Arthur's tone was arrogant.

Four days.

Lynn happened to have traveled to this other world four days ago, and he wondered if there was any connection between the two.

"I've noticed something a bit strange...""There's definitely something more to this. 'Cleanup mission.' You've been chased before, and today we caught the murderer of the homicide case, but neither of these has anything to do with the word 'cleanup.' By the name, you should have killed whoever was chasing you, and today we should have eliminated Dean as well." Lynn felt more and more convinced that there was a deeper story behind it.

"Don't think too much about it, right? We just do what the mission requires of us. Taking action against them would only increase our risks, wouldn't it?" Arthur preferred a cautious approach to protect himself.

"Hmm, we'll study it slowly later. Our understanding of these things is still too shallow. To gain a deeper and clearer understanding,"It takes time." Lynn decided to put it aside for now.

"Alright, let's talk about something more serious. I came to find you because I wanted to make friends with you," Arthur explained his intention.

"Make friends with me?"

Arthur casually flicked away the smoldering cigarette butt. "You're the first Awakened person I've encountered besides myself, and you're pretty sharp-minded. Honestly, it's not a bad deal to make friends with you. Maybe we can work together on the next mission."

"I see..."

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Lynn seemed hesitant, Arthur smiled, "Don't worry,"Awakened beings can't harm each other, or we'll face punishment from mysterious forces, and the next cleanup mission will be significantly more difficult. I asked the librarian about this in that library, and I'm guessing you did too."

"That's not what I'm worried about. I'm thinking about whether the mysterious forces will arrange for us to work together on missions again. If not, then I wouldn't be of any use to you, would I?" Lynn said with a joking tone.

"If not, then it's just that. But spending more time with you, I can still learn something from you. By the way, what do you do?" As the night deepened, the temperature dropped sharply, and Arthur Arthur shivered as he walked back and forth in front of Lynn. "Recently, I've been trying my hand at being a novelist."

"A novelist? What kind of novels?" This profession took Arthur by surprise.

"Mystery novels."

"Mystery novels... No wonder you have such a sharp mind. Should I take a look at your books? I'm sure I could learn a lot." Arthur openly expressed his desire to improve his survival skills.

At this point, Lynn also had an idea: "Do you know any editors?""Editors? You mean the ones from newspapers or publishing houses?"

"Mm-hmm."

"No, I don't. What's up? Hasn't your novel been published yet?"

"I'm just starting to write it, and I'm lacking connections to newspaper editors to get it published in the papers." Lynn explained, "If you could help me connect with an editor, it would be a huge favor."

With his identity as a sheriff, Arthur could facilitate introductions that would be much better than Lynn trying to find them on his own.

"Do you have any specific options in mind?" Arthur didn't mind helping, and in fact,"I'm not sure yet, but I figure I'll just go with the biggest newspaper in Tsvod City."

"That's quite confident. The standards for big newspapers are also very high, aren't they? If it's not an exceptional novel, it probably won't get published." Arthur chuckled.

Lynn, of course, was confident. He was bringing with him "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes," a classic novel that had swept the world on Earth, captivating hundreds of millions of people. "I think once my story is released, newspapers in the capital will all be scrambling to work with me.""Alright, then let me see for myself. If it's really as good as you say, I'll help you find a way to contact an editor." Arthur was intrigued by Lynn's exaggerated words.