Life Dungeon Game

He said softly, then looked at Isiah, "If you stop now before you find out anything, it might still be in time. Those former subordinates of the Nighthawks probably haven't even thought of speaking up for him."

"Besides, Nighthawk is now dead. As someone transferred from out of town who only had brief contact with Nighthawk, is it worth it for you to do all this?"

"Someone has to reveal the truth that has been hidden."

Isia returned the same gaze to Heo, "A distorted truth will not be restored to its original state just because things have passed."

He gazed at Isia before him, at her resolute eyes.

He vaguely saw familiar figures in Ishia.

There are always some people in this world who are committed to their beliefs and put them into practice.

A brief silence fell over the entire table, broken only by the crisp crunching sound of Jiaxi biting into the fried chicken.

"Feel sorry······"

Ishia seemed to realize that she had been a little too excited just now.

She hunched over, slightly opened her mouth, and prepared to end the conversation.

But at this moment, Heo slowly spoke, his calm and aged voice ringing in Ishia's ears, "I have seen many people like you."

"How are they now?"

Ishia couldn't help but press for an answer.

"Although the road is difficult, fortunately, they are still persisting in the direction they have chosen."

He Ao spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.

"Thank you."

Ishia's previously hunched figure slowly straightened up again.

She knew that He was affirming her choice.

Even in the deepest, darkest night, there will always be someone who lights a torch, and someone who lifts their clothes to shield the faint flame from the cold wind of the silent night.

After this conversation, the initial awkwardness between the two gradually dissipated under the dim light.

Isia picked up her coffee cup, downed the rest in one gulp, and a thin layer of milk foam floated on her lips. She gazed at Heo and finally asked the question that had been nagging at her.

"Old sir, why did you go to see Victor last night?"

In a timeline without Hor, Ishia's flame and life would have been extinguished forever in the deep night of last night.

“You must have overheard some of my conversation with Witt last night,”

He looked at Isia's somewhat embarrassed face and laughed, "The reason I went to find Witt is very simple. He set fire to my son's house and almost burned me and my granddaughter to death inside. So I went to ask him why he burned down my son's house."

"what?"

Isia was momentarily taken aback by Heo's concise and clear narrative style, but she quickly grasped the logic. After a brief moment of thought, she asked softly, "Have you obtained any clues?"

"The clue I have so far is that he accepted a 'mission' from the black market,"

He Ao said slowly, "The mission is to burn down my son's house, but my investigation is stuck at this step because I don't have a black market account."

"A black market account?"

Ishia paused for a moment. She was familiar with the black market. She thought for a moment and said, "Black market accounts can only be obtained by contacting 'Drawer' and buying registration codes from him. I don't have Drawer's contact information here, but..."

She looked up at He Ao, "I have a level 2 black market account that I got from a lone traveler in Twilight City. I don't know if it's useful."

Then she realized that what she said seemed a bit off, so she explained further.

“I don’t think our meeting last night was entirely a coincidence. It’s unlikely that Witt would be doing two unrelated tasks at the same time, so the two ‘incidents’ concerning us may have come from the same ‘client’.”

She gradually came to her senses that the old man in front of her was not only a confidant who affirmed her beliefs, but also someone who might share some kind of common goal with her.

She looked at He Ao and continued, "However, I didn't bring the device that's linked to the black market account. I can only bring it to you next time we meet."

She was in a good mood.

During her conversation with He Ao, she gradually felt a sense of clarity, and what had previously seemed like a complete mystery to her began to unfold.

With He Ao's guidance and conversations, Xi gradually figured out some clues.

He looked at her excited face and finally nodded gently, "Okay."

"correct,"

At this moment, Isia seemed to remember something. She glanced at Heo and asked, "Sir, you just mentioned that your son's house burned down. Are you living with your son now? Is it still convenient for you to find accommodation?"

“I live with my granddaughter. I have my own small house in the Northwest.”

He Ao shook his head.

"Did your son find his own place to stay...?"

Ishia was somewhat puzzled.

"No,"

He Ao shook his head, and after a brief pause, picked up the suitcase that had been leaning against the chair. "They're here, my son and daughter-in-law."

Ishia was stunned again and didn't react for a moment.

She looked at the suitcase, at the star pattern on it, and at the funeral home's logo branded on it, and gradually realized something.

She lowered her head and looked at He Ao, "I'm sorry..."

"fine,"

He Ao shook his head, "You didn't know beforehand, and you meant well."

"Was it the fire last night?"

Ishia asked tentatively in a low voice.

"It was a car accident, before the fire,"

He Ao looked at her and said, "Speaking of which, I also have something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Just say it."

Ishia straightened up.

“My son’s body was found by a cleaner, and some of his belongings were sealed as evidence at the St. John’s Police Department.”

He Ao spoke slowly.

“I can lend out these pieces of evidence,” Ishia said carefully, “but I can’t keep ‘lending’ them; they have to be returned.”

"No, I don't want those relics,"

He Ao shook his head. "Normally, the police station should have photos of these belongings, as well as the autopsy report that the forensic doctor did for my son and daughter-in-law. Could you 'copy' a copy for me?"

"That's no problem."

Ishia nodded. "You suspect there's something wrong with that car accident?"

She then realized that Witte had burned down the house of Heo's son, not Heo's house.

“I don’t know,” He Ao shook his head, speaking frankly, “maybe there are some clues.”

"I'll get it sorted out as soon as possible."

Ishia nodded slightly, then raised her bracelet. "Sir, let's exchange contact information. I'll send you the information when I find it."

"sorry to bother you."

Heo raised his bracelet and exchanged information with Ishia.

"Even putting everything else aside, you saved me last night,"

Ishia shook her head. "These are things I should do."

As she spoke, she looked at He Ao somewhat awkwardly, "I haven't asked your name yet..."

“Sito,”

He answered softly, then spelled out Sito's name. At that moment, he seemed to remember something and asked in a low voice, "Have you seen that 'Nighthawk'? Do you have a picture of him?"

"No,"

Ishia shook her head. "Nighthawk always wears an iron mask and almost never shows his true face. According to him, he experienced a disaster when he was a child, which disfigured him, so he has always worn a mask."

"Ok."

He nodded thoughtfully.

"Speaking of which, sir, you've been in St. John City for so many years, and you've never encountered a polluted monster or had any contact with a night hawk?"

While keeping Heo's electronic business card, Ishia asked with some curiosity.

Judging from He Ao's two displays of strength, this 'old man' is considered exceptionally strong even among C-level beings. However, such a powerful superhuman has never been exposed to the Saint John City Pollution Cleanup Division, which piqued her curiosity.

Hearing her question, He Ao looked up at the empty streets outside the window. "If I could, I wouldn't want to get involved in this mess."

Ishia's gaze fell on Heo, and on the suitcase pressed against Heo's body.

She looked at He Ao's aged and desolate body, and his mottled white hair.

If he could, this old man could have enjoyed his twilight years in peace, living a simple and happy life with his son and granddaughter, instead of being here with conspiracies, monsters, and madness.

The restaurant fell into a dim silence. A diner opened the restaurant door and left. An unexpected gust of wind entered the old restaurant, disrupting the silence under the lights and ruffling the white hair at the old man's temples.

Just then, Jiaxi took off her plastic gloves and raised her hands high, "Grandpa, I'm finished eating!"

The innocent voice of a child broke the silence of the old man.

He Ao turned around, smiled at Jiaxi, and reached out to pat her head. "Are you full?"

"Uh-huh,"

Jiaxi nodded frantically, then looked at Ishia and said obediently, "Thank you, sister!"

The somewhat oppressive and awkward atmosphere was dissolved by the little girl's adorable voice.

"Little sister, if you want to eat this, I can bring you here often, and I can even take you to eat even better food!"

Ishia bent down and looked at her with a smile.

"Sister, you look like a villain in a book who's trying to kidnap children,"

Jiaxi blinked.