Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 448 - 258: The Fierce Old Man Leaves, The Mysterious White Elephant Country_3
Chapter 448: Chapter 258: The Fierce Old Man Leaves, The Mysterious White Elephant Country_3
He was assigned to go on a business trip to the White Elephant Country.
If he hadn’t thought about sorting out a few obsession gifts from Japan, he really wouldn’t have wanted to come here.
In the White Elephant Country, not only was the environment outlandish,
but the people were also ridiculous.
Until Brian walked out of the airport, he didn’t see anyone who came to receive him.
Left with no choice,
he could only take his passport, hail a taxi, and head to the best hotel.
He decided not to use a local SIM card.
This time, he brought a NW staff watch that allowed satellite communication, so there was no hassle.
He paid and checked in.
The bellhop, who led Brian upstairs and knew that he was from the United States, kept reminding him to only drink clean water from the suite refrigerator and not to use tap water for brushing his teeth.
Of course, it wasn’t out of kindness or service attitude, but purely because of the twenty-dollar tip Brian had given.
Once settled,
Brian took out his laptop and mobile phone from his luggage.
The mobile phone had no signal.
The SIM card wasn’t supported.
Yet, there were three texts received over ten hours ago.
Two were VIP large transaction alerts from the bank.
He had given Old Man Hardenn the card, and it had over a million US dollars deducted.
The remaining one was a text from Old Man Hardenn.
"Two transfers, over a million US dollars.. Why would Old Man Hardenn suddenly spend so much money?"
Brian opened the text from Old Man Hardenn, somewhat surprised.
[The message is long:
Because of some sudden issues, your uncle needs to hide for a while.
At least nine months.
So don’t come looking for him.
If you run into a life-threatening situation, log in to this website, order a bean and eggplant rice without chili and sugar, but with extra dark soy sauce.
Don’t do anything else, someone will find you.
Just tell them you are my godson.
Remember,
no matter who the person is, they are extremely dangerous.
Do not contact unless it is a matter of life and death! Do not contact! Do not contact!]
Brian breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the man was fine.
He admitted that when he first got in touch with Old Man Hardenn, he had thought of exploiting Hardenn’s gold.
But the other party had been really good to him.
Brian didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.
After some thought,
Brian, using his wristwatch, reached out to Old Hardenn who was still in Los Angeles, and requested him to help find out who owned the accounts that had received his money.
Old Man Hardenn had the ability to anticipate the good or bad of things, acting in such a way assured him it wouldn’t affect Brian, but Brian wanted to know what Old Man Hardenn had encountered.
If it was a severe trouble, he would step in to help.
There was only one reason: before leaving, he gave him a way that he believed could help him.
Likewise,
Brian didn’t believe he would ever need to use that website, but he was quite moved in his heart.
..
Time passed.
Until night fell, Brian had still not seen any official reception personnel from the White Elephant side.
Old Hardenn had replied, however.
Since he didn’t have a staff watch, he sent the investigation results to Brian via email.
The owners of the two accounts were two men Brian didn’t recognize.
Old Hardenn did a reliable job and sent the information about their families as well.
One was from a white family and the other was from a black family.
Seeing the family photos with two girls in them, Brian finally realized.
He had seen these two girls before.
Before going to enhance relations with Old Meng, the other side had shown him photos of these two girls.
They were students at a high school, quick learners in subjects like opera, and were favorites of Old Meng.
"This amount of money can’t be because Old Meng lost control and killed the two girls, then out of guilt, gave it as compensation..."
Brian thought more and more that this could be true.
He began to worry whether Old Meng had lost control.
However, Old Hardenn’s investigative email mentioned these two families and provided nothing out of the ordinary.
Maybe he was overthinking it.
Unfortunately, Brian could no longer contact Old Meng, and even if he could, there was nothing he could do about the loss of control.
After all, he himself would occasionally lose control, relying only on constantly consuming the Spirit Crystals contained within the Obsession Gifts to alleviate the negative effects of his killings.
"Old man, I hope the day that I have to personally send you off never comes..."
Brian sighed softly.
His mood was poor.
Brian simply left the hotel, bought a world map to plan his journey to Japan, and then sampled some local food.
He dared not approach the roadside stalls.
Brian’s constitution had no fear of diarrhea, it was just too disgusting.
Who in their right mind would pay money for food made by hands smelling of feces!!!
Walking along, Brian passed by more than twenty small stalls, nineteen of which had stall owners whose hands smelled of urine and feces!!!
On these roads, there were also bizarre sights.
Cows sauntered cluelessly across the main roads.
As the cows walked, they also defecated, occasionally an elderly woman would come forward to offer them food she herself could hardly afford to eat.
Seeing a cow urinate, people would rush to collect it with a cup and then, admired by a crowd, gulp it down...
There were women who would suddenly step aside, squat down, lift their skirts slightly, and urinate right beside the busy road as passersby looked on unconcernedly, as if it was a normal behavior.
Brian suddenly realized.
No wonder many of them wore skirts!
There were also men blatantly squatting by the roadside without any cover, defecating in rows.
After doing their business, some scraped with wooden slats, some wiped with unknown materials, and some just used their hands...
These ghastly scenes were even more absurd than the videos of White Elephant Country Brian had seen in his past life.
After all, this was New Delhi, the capital of White Elephant Country!!!
Considering it was the end of 2005...
Alright then.
Brian let it go.
Even in a parallel universe, White Elephant Country was still that White Elephant Country.
Impressive!
After a stroll, Brian finally returned to the upscale commercial street where his hotel was located.
Because he realized this place was the best area nearby.
It was apparent that people on this street, not only in their clothing but also in predominantly fair skin, mostly belonged to higher castes.
The food at high-end restaurants here was actually quite good.
Especially the curry chicken.
It looked disgustingly sticky but tasted quite delicious.
The local long sticky rice also had a unique flavor.
However, looking at the prices, it seemed different from the kind of long rice sold on street stalls.
In this upscale district, there were also many Western restaurants, but as for the taste... as a country colonized and deeply influenced by the British Commonwealth, one shouldn’t expect much from their taste in aesthetics.
He spent over a thousand US dollars in one sitting.
Brian touched his barely satisfied stomach and returned to the hotel, ready to head up.
In the lounge area, a fair-skinned and beautiful woman suddenly blocked his path, looking somewhat embarrassed, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Brian?"
Brian glanced at her seemingly delicate and smooth skin and nodded, "It seems you finally remembered me, the unfortunate soul no one cares about."
This woman had considerable strength, not an ordinary person.
The woman apologized repeatedly, "I’m sorry, I’ve just joined the Saint organization’s Foreign Affairs Department recently; I thought your shift was tomorrow..."
The scene attracted quite a few people’s attention.
Brian disliked being watched like a monkey.
He nodded, "Let’s talk in my room."
