Target confirmed, Mr. Wilson, and a pair of metal wings!
"I need to use this wooden box. I will try my best to find your husband, but I cannot guarantee success." Holding the wooden box, Wen Wen walked out of the villa.
"I hope you can help me find him. What will happen to our home without him?"
Melissa held Wen Wen's hand, her voice filled with sadness. She also slipped an envelope into Wen Wen's hand. Wen Wen gently squeezed it, feeling its thickness, which made his promise to Melissa even more sincere.
Walking down the street, Wen Wen took out a small vest. It was a piece of clothing with Wilson's scent, which would help Wen Wen find Wilson.
Actually, the scent on his underwear was stronger... but Wen Wen didn't want to smell a man's underwear on the street.
Then he took a deep sniff of the wooden box. This wood had a unique fragrance, and the wings that had been kept in the box for years should have been imbued with some of this scent. Sudan Novel Network
"With these two scents, although I can't find him directly, I can at least lock onto his direction, which saves a lot of trouble."
The sense of smell he had deliberately trained proved useful here. Wen Wen chose a direction and pursued it. After walking a long distance, the scent disappeared.
"Next, I'll rely on the old methods to find him."
Looking around, Wen Wen found a shop and walked in. Before becoming a superpowered individual, he was a detective. Finding people was something he could do even without superpowers.
Finding a person with distinctive features was not particularly difficult for Wen Wen.
Following various clues, Wen Wen found a地下诊所 (underground clinic) as night fell.
According to the information he gathered, this clinic specialized in illicit business. Gangsters in Furong River City and criminals wanted by the police often came here when they were injured.
Wen Wen knocked on the door, but there was no response. Then his pupils contracted sharply because he smelled blood, and... the stench of rotting human flesh!
He kicked open the door and saw the scene inside the underground clinic, which was like a charnel house!
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In an underground passage, the well-built Wilson, wearing clothes that were too tight, cowered in a corner, looking somewhat pathetic.
His original clothes were covered in blood. This set of clothes belonged to the owner of the underground clinic, so they were a bit ill-fitting.
Wilson muttered to himself, "I don't know if you can understand me, but can you stop acting on your own? If you don't want to get off me, then listen to me, okay?"
There was no response from behind him, but the cold touch was real. The experiences of the past few days had been too wild for Wilson.
To be honest, he wasn't sure if he had gone mad himself.
Beneath his jacket, there was a large bulge, making him look as if he had a hunchback, and a severe one at that.
But only Wilson knew that on his back were a pair of steel wings that spanned over four meters when fully extended!
These wings were purchased from the chief of an indigenous tribe in the Efian region. They were sacred objects worshipped by that tribe.
However, the chief had not told his tribesmen that he had sold the wings, claiming instead that they had been stolen. Consequently, the tribesmen were searching everywhere for any trace of the wings.
They had issued a notice, promising the most brutal punishment for anyone found to have stolen the sacred object, death!
Although Wilson had some wealth, he didn't want to face constant mortal danger. Therefore, he moved with his family and the steel wings to the Huafu region to live.
As for why he didn't return the wings to the natives, he felt a subtle connection to the wings when he purchased them, and after acquiring them, he was even less inclined to return them.
He had kept the wings with him for over a year. Even though Wilson would caress them alone late at night, they had never displayed any miraculous powers.
But a few days ago, while fiddling with them, he accidentally cut his finger on a wing. The wings then attached themselves to his back, and he was unable to remove them by any means!
These wings had a consciousness of their own and acted without Wilson's consent. To prevent his family from being endangered, Wilson chose to leave home.
However, after a few days of adjustment, the wings had become slightly more restrained. At least, when there was no strong stimulus, they were willing to remain dormant on Wilson's back.
"Just a few more days, a few more days... If it stops causing trouble for me, I want to go home and take a look, and then I'll leave this place far behind, find a deserted spot, and never return."
Wilson did not want to be treated as a monster. The first day he was possessed by this thing, he had sought out an underground doctor to try and separate it from his back.
The doctor had drugged Wilson with anesthesia, and the wings seemed to lose their vitality. But as the doctor approached Wilson with a scalpel, the wings suddenly erupted, impaling the doctor. Following that, a bloody massacre ensued.
When Wilson woke up, there was no one alive in the small underground clinic except for him.
At that moment, Wilson realized that it was basically impossible to remove this thing. Moreover, he no longer dared to think about returning to his family. The thing behind him might take the lives of those close to him at any moment.
He only intended to return for a glimpse, to say goodbye to his wife and children, and then flee far away to a place where no one would be harmed by him.
"Sigh, look, there's a homeless uncle sitting over there."
Wilson, who was sleeping on the ground, was suddenly startled awake. He saw several young people with brightly colored hair pointing and gesturing at him.
He recognized the style. It seemed to be a fashion trend popular in the Huafu region in recent years, called 'Kill Style Aristocracy'. He personally didn't like this style, but he respected others' choices and wouldn't criticize their attire.
Wilson ignored them and buried his head in his knees. He was not in the mood to chat with these youngsters right now.
They liked to be unique now and called it individuality, but one day they would understand how childish they looked.
"Tsk tsk, this dark-skinned uncle seems quite wealthy. I recognize that watch; it looks like it costs several thousand..."
The young men exchanged smiles and sauntered up to Wilson, looking down on him as they said, "Uncle, you don't look like a homeless person like this."
"What do I look like is none of your business," Wilson snapped back. His mood was not stable at the moment.
"Oh, you're quite feisty when you speak."
A tall, thin young man with rainbow-colored hair drew a telescopic baton from his waist and poked Wilson with it.
At that moment, the bulge on Wilson's back twitched!