leonardwarren Chapter 5: Let's establish an investigator organization!
Chapter 5: Let's establish an investigator organization!
Those people are exiles; even a direct English translation would be "slow horse." Can't you be a little more cultured...?
Winston was trying to correct it when he suddenly discovered the blind spot:
"You can read my memories???"
"This is nothing to worry about," the system said. "We're practically family; I saved your life."
"What are you putting down...?"
Winston wanted to say what nonsense you were talking about, but suddenly, another image appeared in his memory, which he thought was already complete enough.
That was the end of his previous life.
On a late autumn night, on my way home on the ring road with a speed limit of 100 km/h, a cheap stereo played "Moscow No Longer Believes in Anyone's Tears." Neon lights on both sides stretched out in a line. Suddenly, a truck in front of me lost control and crashed violently.
He lay in a pool of blood, staring blankly at the dazzling starry sky that suddenly appeared in his field of vision, feeling his life rapidly draining away from his body. Then, a black eagle engulfed in flames flew down from one of the stars and plunged into Winston's chest.
"That's me," the system said.
"Are you writing memories for me? Is this really something I personally experienced?" Winston snapped out of his daze and asked warily, "And everyone else's system is a raven, how come yours is a black eagle?"
"Injustice! Your Excellency, Lord Cult Leader, Your Excellency, your good intentions have been met with ingratitude!" the system immediately cried out. "How could I alter your memories? That's a system function. I'm not a system. Your previous lack of memory was entirely due to PTSD, it has nothing to do with me. Black eagles make us seem special, right? Crows are everywhere, how tacky!"
"...You're not a system?"
To be precise, I am now part of the system, equivalent to historical patch v1888. Your system was originally something called 'British Empire Assets and Order Management Terminal V3.57,' but while its functions were interesting, its version was too outdated and couldn't keep up with the times. After partially merging with me, it became what it is now.
As for me, I was originally a demon living in a spacetime rift. I came out of curiosity to see what was going on when you were about to travel through time. I never expected to be dragged along by you, losing most of my power and becoming part of your cheat ability. Look at me, I haven't complained even in this state, so what do you have to complain about?
Winston was skeptical of its words; if it really meant losing most of its strength, it spoke too lightly.
"So, my time travel has nothing to do with you, and my system has nothing to do with you either, then when exactly did you save my life?"
【Of course, it's during the time travel!】The system…or rather, the history patch v1888 jumped up and down, 【You think traveling through a time tunnel is such a simple matter? If it weren't for my all-out protection, you would have been pulverized to pieces long ago!】
"Alright," Winston said reluctantly, "then let's assume that's true for now, but that doesn't mean you can freely look through my memories."
I only glanced at it... okay, I won't look anymore, cough cough, sorry, I swear to God, I'll never look again.
v1888 was flexible and apologized repeatedly, but Winston felt that God had no jurisdiction over the ancient gods' territory, and it was too dangerous to have a creature that claimed to be a demon in his mind. If he had the chance in the future, he would definitely separate v1888's consciousness.
As if sensing his thoughts, a task pop-up appeared on the system panel at that moment:
[Task: Establish an official investigator organization and recruit at least one member.]
[Reward: Increased corresponding attribute points, a small amount of Authority Points, and the new skill "Eye of Insight".]
[Active Skill: Eye of Insight Lv.1 (You can now view the tags of Cult members! The higher the skill level, the more comprehensive the attributes displayed by the tags.)]
[Special Reward: The consciousness of historical patch v1888 will detach from the host's brain and acquire a physical form.]
Ok?
Is there such a good thing?
Winston quickly decided to immediately grab anyone off the street and establish this investigator organization first.
Anyway, the world is a huge makeshift operation, so it's understandable that we set our personnel standards a bit low in the early stages of our business.
"Mr. Pierre!" he called to the coachman, "We're not going to Downing Street. I have urgent business. We need to go to Regent's Park immediately!"
Martin Grayling, Winston's private secretary, looked over in surprise. Winston explained, "I've come up with a good solution to Tantric Buddhism, but we need to put it into practice to see if it really works."
So fast?! Scotland Yard next door has been investigating for over half a month and hasn't made any progress yet!
Martin was completely baffled, unable to fathom which ancient god had bestowed upon Winston during that short carriage ride, enabling him to burst forth with inspiration and devise a solution to the problem that had been troubling the entire nation.
He was eager to hear Winston explain in detail, but Winston told the coachman to stop the carriage by the roadside and said to him, "Regent's Park is a long way away. You should go back first. I'll tell you when I've made some progress."
Martin: "...?"
Is it true that the Prime Minister's private secretary was the first person to be fired by the Prime Minister?
He wondered if he had done something wrong to anger Winston, but Winston seemed distracted when talking to him, clearly preoccupied with his own work and not paying any attention to him.
As a perceptive subordinate, Martin had no choice but to go along with Winston's suggestion:
"Alright, I'll head back to Downing Street now. London's security isn't great right now, so please be careful when you're traveling alone."
Winston nodded perfunctorily and shooed away the "chaotic" person who seemed to be "too many eyes and ears".
Now he can confidently and boldly complete the task using some inexplicable methods!
……
Regent's Park is one of London's Royal Parks, located in northwest London, adjacent to the famous Baker Street. Covering an area of 170 hectares, it has been open to the public since 1835 and is a beautiful natural attraction.
It is also the headquarters of MI5 set up in a certain TV series.
TV shows and reality are not the same thing, but Winston had no idea where the real MI5 headquarters was. This kind of knowledge is too advanced for a corporate slave who works 996, only knows how to play mahjong after work, and never travels abroad.
He only vaguely remembered that in 1888, the MI5 in official history should not have been established yet, and it was nowhere to be found in parallel universes. The original owner of this body had no recollection of it either.
Therefore, sending the coachman to Regent's Park was purely a matter of luck, and Winston also wanted to relax alone in a scenic spot.
Then he discovered what appeared to be a riot deep within the park, with a large crowd gathered around a fountain pool.
What's going on? Weren't people supposed to be afraid of terrorist attacks by cultists and too scared to go out?
……
Margaret Zeller couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.
Last night, her friend Anna, who works with her at the circus, invited her to have a picnic together at Regent's Park the next day, and Margaret Sandra readily agreed.
However, this morning, after Anna led her to the picnic spot, Margaret looked around and found that there were already three other people standing in the small square besides the two of them.
It's perfectly normal to see strangers in a park, but it's rather unusual at this particular time of year. The three men were positioned at the twelve o'clock, four o'clock, and eight o'clock positions of the central fountain. One of them was holding a newspaper in his rough, large hands, with the brim of his newsboy cap almost touching his nose. The other two were muttering to themselves while one was pacing back and forth, looking quite anxious and nervous.
What are they worried about?
Margaret couldn't figure it out, but she instinctively sensed something strange about the atmosphere in the square, so she grabbed Anna's hand and said, "Wait a minute, darling, there are too many people here, let's go somewhere else."
Anna pulled her hand away without thinking:
"Here it is, I'm sorry, I'm starving."