[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

25: The Night Watchman 08

Forget it, that kid's on his own.

With one option gone, Zong Yan looked over at Ada.

The cheongsam beauty was standing by the curtain. When Zong Yan cast his eyes over, she turned her face with interest and hooked the corner of her mouth at him.

So perceptive. Her insight must be extremely high.

Before Zong Yan had looked at her just now, Ada had clearly been turned away.

Insight was a rare but important talent. Whether it was alchemy or magic patterns, the higher you wanted to climb, the more insight you needed. An Awakened person's insight was enhanced the moment they woke up.

A highly insightful person could easily sense when others were looking at them. For example, if someone were looking at Zong Yan, he would get a vague premonition.

Given that she was so highly gifted, it was strange that Zong Yan had never heard the name "Ada" at school.

Most importantly, she gave him an eerie feeling.

No way, could this be the side account of a different evil god?

As Zong Yan made guesses to himself, he silently put this option in a corner of his mind.

Anyway, MU wasn't exactly a hot spot for divine activity. The presence of one Great Old One was incredible on its own. There shouldn't be another one. According to Professor Darwin, most evil gods were located in random corners of the universe. They had better things to do than come to Earth every day to destroy the world of ants.

Nevertheless, when Zong Yan left the hotel, he tapped out a vague warning to Wang KeMing in a private chat.

"What are you doing?" Edward put his hands in his pockets. His blue eyes looked straight at Zong Yan.

"Sending a message to Wang KeMing." Zong Yan didn't hide anything from his friend. "I keep thinking there's something strange about Ada."

"Strange?" The little prince's blue eyes darkened for a moment, as if another spirit had taken control, and the corners of his mouth had a stiff and weird angle.

"En... I hope it's a mistake."

Zong Yan bowed his head. He sent the message, then tucked his phone back into his pocket and walked through the Tube gate.

After what happened last night, almost half the investigators in Europe had arrived in London. With investigator badges on their chests, they were scattered throughout the city, searching for possible altars and gathering places of the "Order of Feasters".

Zong Yan and Edward went to the British Museum, the temporary meeting place for those investigating the incident.

By the time they reached the square across from New Oxford Street, there were already several people wearing badges standing around.

"Hello, Mr. Hoshino."

Zong Yan stood at a distance and watched for a while. Suddenly, he realized the person in charge had spoken to him briefly at MU's opening ceremony, so he made his way through the crowd and politely went over to say hello.

Of all the people in the crowd, Hoshino Kota was the one who looked the most down-to-earth. Everyone else was in black suits and ties. They looked like serious investigators. Only Hoshino Kota wore a T-shirt and shorts with flip-flops. He seemed out of place among this group of suited elites.

But Zong Yan didn't underestimate him.

Hoshino Kota was a senior-level investigator. Although his name wasn't in the Promenade of Honor where those who'd made glorious sacrifices were recognized, his biography hung on the wall of MU's library.