Chapter 71: Chain Reaction

Chapter 71: Chain Reaction

At that moment, Wendel felt his calves trembling lightly, as though they could no longer support the weight of his body.

After leaving Utopia, he had imagined what the worst possible result might be: one day, he would suddenly die without reason.

Yet he had never expected that he would again encounter someone from Utopia—here, in Backlund, this real metropolis.

More importantly, the visitor had even invited him to go to Utopia again.

To Wendel, this was an extremely terrifying nightmare. The fact that he did not collapse on the spot was already proof that his mental fortitude was quite good.

Maintaining basic calm, Wendel forced out a troubled expression and said,

“I have a great many things to do recently…”

The policeman named Byers immediately said,

“The court date is in two weeks. These are the relevant documents.”

As he spoke, he handed the documents in his hand to Wendel.

Frankly speaking, Wendel did not want to take them at all, but he had no choice but to accept.

Byers then took a step back.

“This concerns a lady’s future. I sincerely hope you can appear in court as a witness.”

“I’ll see…” Wendel neither wanted to agree nor dared to refuse.

Byers said nothing more. He gave a salute.

“I will wait for you in Utopia. I hope we have the chance to meet again.”

With that, he turned around, left the house, and entered the street.

Throughout the entire process, Wendel was like someone frozen by ice, like a statue. He stood in place the entire time without blinking once.

Only after more than ten seconds did he seem to finally wake from the nightmare. His body went somewhat weak, and he tilted to the side, supporting himself against the door with his right hand.

Just now, he had been so afraid—afraid that Byers would forcibly take him back to that Utopia that did not exist at all.

If that happened, Wendel did not know whether he would still have the chance to leave. Perhaps he would simply vanish forever.

Compared to sudden death, that unknowable yet obviously terrible ending frightened him even more.

“Quickly, quickly report this matter! Capture that policeman from Utopia, clarify the true situation of that bizarre town, and find an appropriate way to resolve the problem completely!” After coming back to himself, Wendel forced his spirits up and prepared to notify the MI9 personnel secretly monitoring him.

At that moment, he finally realized that his response just now had been full of problems. He had failed to seize the opportunity to use the agreed hand gesture and inform the colleagues hidden in the dark that there was a problem with the visiting policeman. He had also failed to try delaying for time until the monitors noticed something was wrong on their own. Nor had he used the strengths he had possessed as an intelligence operative, unobtrusively asking which hotel Byers was staying in while in Backlund, and which date and train he had booked.

He had been far too terrified. All he could do was instinctively adopt the safest response that would not cause an accident.

Thinking this, Wendel stepped out of his house and gazed in the direction Byers had left, but he could no longer even see the other party’s back.

That policeman from Utopia had already merged into the passing carriages and pedestrians.

Retracting his gaze, Wendel lowered his head and looked at the documents in his hand. A sudden unease rose inside him.

“In two weeks, if I don’t go to Utopia to testify, what will happen?”

The more Wendel thought, the more afraid he became. His calves weakened again. He hurriedly made a gesture, informing the colleagues hidden nearby of the abnormality around him.

…

West Borough, 9 Bellotto Street.

After learning that a resident of Utopia had come to Backlund, Xio was both shocked and bewildered.

According to her previous observations, Utopia should have been hidden somewhere concealed, or between reality and illusion, allowing outsiders to enter and leave through…