Chapter 320 My Childhood Self

In the snow, Camus' fingers trembled slightly. This was the first time he did this. It is undeniable that the feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife really made people excited. He even felt that he seemed to like this feeling.

"Squeak..."

The carriage that was moving in the snow suddenly stopped, accompanied by a scream, and a semicircular bloodstain spread on the window. Camus pushed the door indifferently, and saw that the driver's head had been separated from his body. His head rolled into the snow on the road, leaving a long drag mark on the road. In front of the carriage was Bingo wearing a monocle and a black robe. Camus looked at the body with blood still gushing from the neck and gave Bingo a thumbs up.

"Clean and ruthless, thumbs up."

"Mr. Conan, your success is beyond my expectation. If it weren't for your different clothes, I wouldn't have recognized you, but... I don't think it's time to joke now." Bingo jumped over the carriage and looked behind.

Camus jumped down from the carriage, adjusted his top hat, and his face quickly moved back to its previous look.

"Let's go..."

Bingo followed him, but he didn't know that the footprints they left in the snow were covered by snow in the blink of an eye, leaving only a carriage and a body in the snow.

In the club, a superhuman saw the new guest and looked surprised. It seemed that Count Saruman didn't wear that suit when he came in?

"There's a problem, Saruman has a problem, go back quickly." The superhuman came to his senses and reacted immediately. He screamed and ran to the second floor.

"Bang..." As the door was kicked open, a messy room and a body lying on the ground appeared in everyone's sight. The leading superhuman walked over and turned Saruman, who was facing the ground, over.

"No, we've been fooled. Let's chase him." When the group of extraordinary people saw Saruman, who was bleeding from all seven holes and had a painful face and had died, their faces changed drastically and they quickly chased him.

Five minutes later, a group of people came to the place where the coachman died. Everyone looked at the body in front of them, and their faces became gloomier than each other.

"There is no trace at all." A extraordinary person looked at the ground and spoke in a low voice.

"Did he die out of thin air? That guy must be a makeup artist. We can't find him now, let alone find him in the future." A man with a golden beard pointed at the body on the ground and spoke loudly.

"Saruman is dead, and it's under our noses. How do you let Viscount Hanni look at us? And how do you let those members look at us?" A extraordinary person with a burn on his forehead spoke with a dark face.

"The wind and snow are too strong, and the smell is covered." A man with a dog face climbed up from the ground and spoke disappointedly.

On the Deep Blue Street, Camus and Bingo changed their clothes, and after using Bingo's odor elimination potion, they came to a restaurant. The two ordered some food casually and hid in a private room to talk in detail.

"There are at least ten extraordinary people in the club, among whom there must be a second-level or even a third-level one. It is definitely unrealistic to rush in to save Kaniso." Bingo said in a low voice after drinking a cup of hot coffee.

"It seems that you also know that Kaniso is in the club, so how can we save her? After all, we can't rescue him by force, so let's wait and see if there is a chance." Camus also spoke helplessly after hearing this, after all, he couldn't risk his life to save her.

"We can't wait any longer. If she is rescued now, she still has a chance to be a human being. It's too late. Even if she is rescued, she will be a puppet controlled by others and without thoughts. You should know the methods of the lawful ones." Bingo shook his head and spoke in a heavy tone.

"Then we need a good plan."

"No... there's no time. You don't know the network behind the club. You're not from Bilin City, so you don't know. The club is just a small branch of them. There's a much larger organization behind them. I even suspect that Viscount Hanni is just a superficial figure. This is just a place for them to enjoy themselves. The unknown shady things are going on in this bustling city."

"What do you mean?" Camus asked doubtfully when he heard his fingers tapping on the table.

"They can't find you, and they can't find you, but they can find me. The power behind Viscount Hanni is even feared by the Discipline Office." Bingo explained the reason, and Camus looked over in confusion.

"Corpses, smells, makeup artists, and even seals can all find me. Corpses and smells are easy to say, but makeup artists and seals can't escape anyone except makeup artists." Bingo spoke with a painful look on his face. Camus stopped talking when he saw it. He now suspected that Bingo was putting on a show. If he followed his logic, he would have known that what he did would be discovered. When did the extraordinary become so selfless?

"I think, are you wondering, when did a superhuman with blood on his hands become a good person?" Seeing Camus silent, Bingo smiled bitterly and spoke.

Hearing this, Camus just raised his head slightly and did not speak. In his cognition, such things as selflessness would never appear in superhumans.

"My companions died in missions again and again. I saw ordinary people wailing in the flames. I saw all the evils in the world. I once sank in killing, until..." Bingo looked at his hands and spoke word by word.

"Until I was promoted to the second stage of the Redeemer, since then, I have been sinking in the memory of death and waking up in the nightmare of fear. I remind myself all the time that my hands are stained with the blood of my companions, the blood of my enemies, the blood of innocent people, and also... my blood." At this point, Bingo trembled and raised his head. His eyes were full of bloodshot and his mouth turned purple. Camus looked cold.

"I can't redeem myself..." Bingo shouted out of control, his nails deeply inserted into the flesh of his chest, and the red blood immediately stained his shirt red. At this time, the monocle on his glasses suddenly flashed white light. A woman in a white dress hugged Bingo who was about to lose control. Bingo's facial expression gradually returned to peace, and he looked at the woman gratefully.

"Thank you, you saved me again."

"Bingo, you can't use your ability anymore, you will die." The girl looked at Bingo worriedly, and Bingo grinned at Camus when he heard it.

"Didn't I scare you just now? This is the third-level sealed item 'Advance Lens', which allows me to see the opponent's movements in advance."

"You lost control." Camus said indifferently, Bingo spoke freely.

"This is the third time I lost control, and the Advance Lens saved me. I know that I don't have much time left, and I will soon become the monster I killed before."

"So what are your plans?" Camus glanced at the Advance Lens and spoke in a low voice.

"Do you know the fun of saving people? That feeling... is completely different from killing people. I just want to be a good person in the rest of my time, instead of being a monster carrying killing and sin for the rest of my life." Bingo's face showed a touch of yearning, and he spoke intoxicatedly, Camus spoke in a low voice.

"When you drink the potion, you are getting further and further away from the word good person. All the extraordinary people have tried their best to maintain their sanity and not be affected by the negative emotions accumulated over a long period of time."

"My premonition tells me that the next time I lose control will be the moment when I completely mutate, so leave this dangerous mission to me. I will attract the extraordinary people in the club, and the rest will be left to you." Bingo took a sip of hot coffee and spoke indifferently, as if death was just a trivial matter.

"Is it worth it?" Camus really didn't understand when he heard it. Isn't it good to be alive?

"It's worth it. I often think of myself when I was a child. At that time, I was a real person. I just want to be a person once, a person with feelings and desires, instead of an increasingly cold and ruthless extraordinary person. I'm tired of this kind of life." Bingo spoke decisively, and his tone was even a little hurried and trembling at the end.

"As you wish." Camus closed his eyes and spoke earnestly when he understood the 'meaning' of Bingo.

"Yeah... I knew you would agree. Don't be so cold. It's good to smile more. Why do all the extraordinary people look so cold?" Bingo jumped up happily when he heard Camus agree. He smiled very sincerely. Influenced by him, Camus also smiled sincerely. A dying man was so free and easy. What did he worry about?

"The box is too dull. Let's go out to see the snow and change to a cheerful music." Seeing Camus smile, Bingo walked out happily. With his active efforts, the boss finally agreed to play a more cheerful music. For a while, the atmosphere of the restaurant became lively.

"Hi... gentlemen and ladies, in this cold weather, I will sing a song of my parents for everyone. This is what my mother taught me..."

Seeing Bingo who was as happy as a child over there, Camus leaned against the glass window, and his thoughts drifted to who knows where, until a wine glass appeared in front of him.

"Hey... it's not gentlemanly to be in a daze alone. There are some charming girls over there." Bingo raised his glass with a smile. When Camus looked over, he winked at Camus and pursed his lips at the girls not far away.

"Oh... it's an honor." Camus joined the happy party, and for a while, laughter filled Camus' ears.