Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 778: Pinky Promise, Seal and Swear

As he was thinking this, Luke stretched out his hand. “Can I check your body?”

Carrie shuddered. She immediately recalled how the yellow fists had turned the weirdos to ash, and subconsciously stepped back. “No.”

Helpless, Luke could only use Elementary Telekinesis, which he rarely touched.

He had picked out and combined the parts related to mental strength from Curve Shooting and Mental Communication, and after a long period of experimentation, he finally developed this ability.

This was also the first Elementary ability which he had developed himself and which had been acknowledged by the system.

Like a dragonfly on water, he used Elementary Telekinesis to lightly touch Carrie’s back. “Alright, I’ll use this then.”

Carrie’s “body” trembled again. She abruptly turned around and looked behind her before promptly turning back. Her dark pupils glowed with a crimson light. “You can do that too?”

“Well, I guess.” Luke simply sat down.

Carrie’s eyes lit up as she stared at him. “Does it hurt?”

Looking at her through his lenses, Luke roughly understood what she meant. He chuckled and said, “It’s just a gift; it’s not like it’ll disfigure me. Why should it hurt? You know, when some people awaken their gifts, they turn into ugly monsters – now that would hurt.”

Carrie exclaimed in surprise, “Become ugly?”

Luke shrugged. “We belong to the mental strength group, which has very little negative impact on our physical appearance. On the other hand, I’ve seen people who are part of the physical strength group who look like lizards or metal sculptures.”

Carrie subconsciously shook her head. “No, I don’t want that.”

Luke was amused. “Dream on, you probably won’t get a chance at a physical buff. If you want to become ugly, you can just put on clown makeup.”

Carrie shook her head even harder. “No, no, no clown makeup.”

Even as she spoke, the fear and pain in her heart continued to fade.

Every time Luke spoke, she felt a little more relaxed.

The negative emotions she had accumulated during this period of time also lessened, and she became a little more clear-headed. “Can you help me find my mom?”

Luke said, “Then I need to know what happened to your mother. Maybe I can rescue her.”

He paused for a moment before he continued, “But you absolutely mustn’t let yourself be tempted by that weird old man. You were going to accept that old man’s contract just now, right?”

Carrie hesitated. “But when he touched my head, I couldn’t help but want to look for Mom.”

Luke had some guesses about that. He said, “I’ll try my best to find your mother. You saw my capability just now. At the very least, I have a higher chance of succeeding than other people.”

Biting her lip, Carrie raised her hand and stuck out her pinky. “You promise?”

Luke smiled and hooked his pinky with hers. “Pinky promise.”

Pinkies still hooked together, they pressed their thumbs together.

“Sealed,” Carrie said.

They let go and raised their thumbs. Luke said, “Swear.”

Finally, they crossed their fingers and said, “It won’t change.”

This was a little game that kids played often, and which was also used as an agreement ceremony between adults and kids.

After letting go, Carrie relaxed. “Thank you. I’ll wait for you to find Mom.”

As she spoke, her body suddenly turned hazy, twisted, and disappeared into thin air.

After a brief silence, Luke left the factory.

Of course, he knew that something was wrong with Carrie’s situation.

She had no scent, no breath, and no heartbeat.

Like Mephisto, she existed between reality and illusion.

Luke could only pray that the girl hadn’t died and turned into a vengeful spirit. The best would be if it was just her ability.

Just like the black-robed old man, who had only been Mephisto’s clone, perhaps this was just one of Carrie’s clones.

Luke did plan to take care of this matter with Alice and Carrie.

The Elementary Self-Healing which both Carol and Alice had was a life-saving ability which Luke studied every now and then.

While they both had Elementary Self-Healing, Carol’s ability was more focused on recovering from major injuries, so it was expansive and quick.

Alice’s ability was more focused on minor internal injuries; it was more precise and slower.

When the two were combined, the effects were phenomenal.

He had used Alice’s ability, and Carrie herself was very valuable; it was worth making the effort to find them.

Making a note of this, he turned around and left the factory on his motorcycle, following the scent of Ghost Rider in the air.

He had gained a lot of experience today, but had also lost a lot of credit points. He had to work harder and see if he could use that Ghost Rider to snatch more heads.

Killing the four-man team would give him thousands of experience and credit points. How could he let go of such a huge gift bag of experience points?

It had taken less than two minutes for Luke to beat back Mephisto’s clone after it appeared.

His chat with Carrie also didn’t last more than five minutes.

As long as Ghost Rider was just a little less efficient in his operation, Luke would still have a chance to snatch heads if he gave chase now.

He had no plans to kill Ghost Rider for the time being.

First of all, this guy had a knack for tracking the two blue-skinned men. It was best to keep him alive.

Secondly, he had never heard any news of Ghost Rider slaughtering ordinary people.

Like ordinary people, there were both good and bad extraordinary beings; Luke couldn’t discriminate just because the dude turned into an ugly, freakish skeleton.

Thinking that, Luke sped up.

When he got close to the city, his expression changed as he drove the motorcycle to an empty spot on the side of the road.

There were the scents of Ghost Rider as well as the two blue-skinned men here. There was also a wrecked water tower and sewage water on the ground.

But there was no one here now, which could only mean that the two parties had fought here before they left.

Ghost Rider was definitely fine since that fiery skeleton motorcycle wasn’t here.

Suddenly, Luke heard a woman cry for help in the distance. “Help!”

It also sounded like there was a man cursing. “Give me your bag, you fat, ugly b*tch.”

Luke stepped on the gas pedal and hurried over before he stopped after a hundred meters.

This was a bridge, and the fiery skeleton motorcycle was parked on the side.

Luke walked over to the railing and looked down.

A plump girl bowed slightly at Ghost Rider, who was on fire from head to toe, and didn’t forget to say “thanks” before she ran off.

Only a sloppy-looking young man was left behind as he trembled in front of the terrifying Ghost Rider.