Chapter 5 “Field Part 1”
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“Did you meet the dean? Where is he! Where did he go?!” Fatty Ho asked with a hint of excitement and flashed his light around the room.
That person was a vital suspect in the case so it’s an excellent opportunity to get on the trail of the key’s whereabouts. So long as they caught the dean, everything else would fall into place like a good puzzle piece.
“He ran away through the walls.” Idle maintained his posture of keeping one hand in the pocket while explaining. Then speaking with a bit of helplessness in his voice, “Actually, this entire area is a ghost wall created by that dean. We were fooled from the very beginning.”
With that, he led the fatty out of the office and into the main hallway to show him what he meant. It’s totally different now, the entire corridor. It’s neither clean nor bright; instead, it’s burnt to a crisp with the dark soot of a fire occurring. The smell wasn’t good either, pungent and nose piercing, causing both to want to cough at first gasp.
“I was finding it strange before…. The illusions were so real that I got deceived by this field too.” Standing next to the corner of the wall, he gently wipes a finger at the black soot to confirm his suspicion.
Over the years, Idle had seen numerous ghosts and supernatural creatures, but most are only capable of creating fields with some level of loopholes to discover. Also, getting rid of them wasn’t difficult and didn’t take much effort. This time though, the dean’s ability to turn illusion into reality was at a whole new level. Forget loophole, the mere fact that it could turn an illusion into physical objects was a feat worthy in the record books.
Now going through all the details in his heart, Idle was feeling a little less confident compared to his usual demeanor. Firstly, judging by the close combat capabilities of the dean, that thing definitely fell into the strong category. In fact, it’s comparable to the ghoul he fought in the funeral hall half a year ago.
According to Taoism’s version of saying, that ghoul and the dean to be very similar. They both rose after dying under precarious circumstances and had dark sunken eyes. The main difference was that the ghoul from the funeral hall exuded a corrosive miasma while the dean specialized in creating fields.
Typically, creating illusions wouldn’t be a problem since one couldn’t be harmed by something that’s not real. But remember, Idle was different. He doesn’t use spells nor practice religious arts. The only thing he knew was brute strength when subduing his foes before devouring them. If the opponent was constantly creating illusions that could manifest into tangible physical form, then what was he supposed to do if the dean continued to evade him? It’s never-ending!
“So you spoke with the dean?” The fatty asks cautiously, “Did he say anything?”
“Yes,” Idle nods at the question, “some interesting words.” Grinning on the face, the guy didn’t bother to hide the intrigue brewing in those eyes, “The reason why the hospital caught on fire, and why they were all killed, is because of a certain patient apparently.”
Speaking of this, Idle had to wonder what sort of patient could produce such damages on their own. On top of that, the dean who had already become a ghost himself, was still intensely afraid of that patient. It doesn’t take much to assume the perpetrator was extremely dangerous and powerful.
“I don’t recommend continuing the survey, and even if we do, I can’t take you with me anymore.” When Idle said this, his expression had turned grave and heavy, a rare expression on his usual relaxed face.