This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 131 - Memetic 98

Chapter 131: Chapter 131 Memetic 98

“Lester, your information is wrong, there’s no Room 98 in that inn,” Chen Ke said while standing outside the inn, calling Lester.

It was now 8:15 p.m., and the streets of Gun Tie District were not as bustling as those of Raffi Road. By 9 p.m., the area had already turned pitch dark with hardly a soul around.

“Hmm? What are you talking about?” Lester’s voice, altered by a voice changer, sounded somewhat puzzled.

“I’m talking about the third one we’re looking for, the address on the back of the photo,” Chen Ke reminded.

“Are you sure it says Room 98 at Ande’s Affordable Inn?” Lester asked.

Chen Ke was taken aback, he pulled out the target’s photograph from his bosom. He had already burned the photographs of the other two targets he had dealt with; this was the only one he kept.

Unlike the other targets, this man’s photograph seemed more formal, as if he was smiling at the camera. It was evident that the other two targets had been captured in secret shots.

The man sported a goatee, his neatly groomed hair shone with a slick gloss, wearing a black suit, seemingly taken at a banquet.

Chen Ke turned to the back of the photograph. It read: Raffi Road, Holy Mother Angel Hotel 2232.

The figures were trembling as if the writer was in a state of indecision when they wrote it down.

“Have you looked? Does it say Room 98 at Ande’s Affordable Inn?” Lester asked over the phone.

“I have, I’m carrying the photo with me. It definitely says Room 98 at Ande’s Affordable Inn,” Chen Ke replied.

“That’s right, I remember it as Room 98 at Ande’s Affordable Inn too. Go back inside and look again,” Lester said.

Chen Ke hung up the phone, tucked his cell phone and the photograph into his pocket, turned around, and pushed open the inn’s main door, returning to the lobby.

The chubby female receptionist shook her head with a smile that bore a hint of mockery and helplessness; she no longer paid attention to Chen Ke, instead continuing to tend to her nails.

As soon as he entered, Chen Ke smelled that faint mildew odor in the air—it was clear the place was inadequately cleaned, hence the unpleasant smell.

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He glanced at the female receptionist, wanting to ask her again, but it felt pointless; she might have already been bought by the target.

Thinking this, Chen Ke suddenly realized that the receptionist may have already warned the target and allowed them to prepare…

Such a slipup, to kill her to silence her…?

Chen Ke’s hand slowly moved toward his holster, but he refrained. She could just be a civilian who took bribes. Better not to make more trouble than necessary.

Instead of asking around, he decided to search by himself. The hotel wasn’t large, with no guest rooms on the first floor, only facilities like old-fashioned mailboxes. It would only take about ten to twenty minutes to run through the other seven floors.

Chen Ke sighed and went up the stairs to the second floor of the inn. His leather shoes creaked on the wooden stairwell, as if the whole building might fall apart at any moment.

The lighting in the hallway was dim, the dingy yellow light and the quiet atmosphere discouraged lingering, but Chen Ke didn’t care about that. He looked down the corridor; at the end was a window, with five opposite rooms on either side.

That is to say, ten guest rooms per floor, so seventy rooms across seven floors…

He walked to the door of the nearest guest room and looked at the number plate above it, which read 201. ‘2’ for the second floor, ’01’ for the room number. Chen Ke walked to the end, and the number plate on the last room was 210.

There was no possibility of a Room 98. The number 98 had no significance in this inn. Chen Ke scratched his head and looked out onto the street through the window just as a green taxi passed by.

He took out his phone and dialed Lester’s number.

“Lester, your information is wrong, there’s no Room 98 in that inn.”

“Hmm? What are you saying, Chen Ke?” Lester’s voice, after being processed through the voice changer, sounded confused.

“The third target’s address on the back of the photo,” Chen Ke reminded.

“Are you certain it says Room 98 at Ande’s Affordable Inn?” Lester inquired.

Chen Ke took out the photograph; on the back, it read: Raffi Road, Holy Mother Angel Hotel 2232.

The numbers were twisted like a serpent, as if the writer was in a state of indecision and struggling against some thought.

“Did you see it? Does it say room 98 at Ande’s Affordable Inn?” Lester asked over the phone.

“Exactly, it does say room 98 at Ande’s Affordable Inn,” Chen Ke answered.

“I remember it as room 98 at Ande’s Affordable Inn too; look again.” Lester said before hanging up.

Chen Ke put his phone and the photo back in his pocket, thinking to go upstairs and check again. He counted the number of rooms on that floor; at the end of the corridor was the staircase, with five opposing rooms on either side.

He walked to the nearest room door and looked at the plaque above, which read 210. 2 was the floor number, 10 was the room number. The last room at the end had the number 201…

Something was off…

He took out his phone and dialed Lester’s number again, his eyes glued to the numbers 201 on the door plaque.

“Lester… your information… was wrong… the target isn’t… at that inn…” he said cautiously after the call connected.

“Which inn?” Lester asked, puzzled.

“Not at… that one… the one…” Chen Ke hinted frantically.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about; did you look at the photo?” Lester asked.

Chen Ke took out the photo again, flipped it over, and held it next to the room number 201.

9… 90… 9… I… 9…

Chen Ke leaned against the wall, beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, something was preventing him from thinking.

“Chen Ke, I just realized we’ve already spoken twice…” Lester said. “What’s going on over there?”

“I don’t know, something seems to be forcing me to go…” Chen Ke gasped heavily.

“Making you do what? You don’t sound right…” Lester was becoming anxious.

“I don’t know… 9… motherfucker…” Chen Ke banged his head against the wall and cursed.

“9? When you say 9… it reminds me of Ande’s…” Lester’s voice faded.

Chen Ke furrowed his brows and pressed the end call button.

“201… 201… 201…” Chen Ke repeated to himself, looking at the back of the photo, trying hard to articulate each word.

“An… An… Ra…”

“Ra… Raffi Road…!”

“Fuck! Holy Mother Angel Hotel 2232 dammit!” Chen Ke yelled.

After he recited that complete sentence, his brain seemed to suddenly clear up, all the confusion and bewilderment dissipated.

“Beep… beep… beep…”

Chen Ke looked at his phone; it was Lester.

“Chen Ke… don’t say that sentence, don’t say it. It seems the situation is more complicated than we thought,” Lester warned, seeming to have also noticed the oddity.

“I already know where that bitch’s son is hiding, no matter how he did it, he won’t live through the night,” Chen Ke said angrily.

“It’s almost 9 o’clock now; by the time you get to Raffi Road, he might no longer be there,” Lester reminded.

“I don’t think so; maybe the opposite, he might feel very safe…” Chen Ke said.

“Alright, but be careful, I don’t know if he has any other ways to get you back into that state…” Lester was worried.

“This trick is really good, I have to admit, he did a splendid job. If I have the chance, I need to find out how he did it…” Chen Ke said coldly.

“Good luck,” Lester said and hung up the call.