Who hid My Corpse! Chapter 160 – Chapter 160: Forty Let's Make a Deal.jpg_2

Chapter 160: Forty Let's Make a Deal.jpg_2

Shana's sudden change startled the man beside her, and he immediately walked towards her, yelling, “Crazy woman, what are you trying to do?” as he lifted his prosthetic arm, ready to strike down.

But before he could act, Ina had already gently pressed on the back of Shana's neck, causing Shana to collapse into her arms.

“What are you trying to do now?” Ina looked at the man's raised prosthetic arm, “Are you trying to kill someone?”

Seeing that Ina had intervened, the man lowered his arm but continued, “She was attacking you, and I was defending you. There would have been no problem.”

“She's not an attacker, just an ordinary woman without the strength to truss a chicken.” At this moment, Ina's umbrella had already fallen, drenching both her and Shana, making them look very bedraggled, in stark contrast to the man still holding his umbrella.

The man immediately stepped forward, trying to shield Ina from the rain, but Ina had already stepped back, refusing, “No need, you stay here. I'll take her home.”

Then, without giving the man a chance to refuse, Ina carried the unconscious Shana towards a nearby house.

The man looked at Ina's retreating figure, then at the umbrella in his hands, and couldn't help but shrug, “Why bother?”

Ina did not know what the man was thinking, and she did not care.

She just brought Shana back to this house she had visited countless times before, used her foot to clear away piles of junk, and then laid her on the bed.

Shana was still murmuring something, but Ina could not make it out. She just quietly watched her, while echoes of a vague conversation resounded in her mind.

“Aunt Shana, what is this?”

“Try twisting the spring at the back.”

“Like this? Ah, why is there music?”

“It's a mechanical music box. Your uncle Helmo gave it to me. Impressive, isn't it?”

“Yes, very impressive.”

“Then I'll give this to you.”

“But isn't this a gift from Uncle Helmo to you?”

“Humph, Uncle Helmo will soon give me a new one called ‘Lyra's Reliance.' It records more and better music. Remember to come and visit Auntie's house then.”

“Okay!”

The ethereal memory was gradually suppressed by the sound of rain from outside.

Ina then reached into her bosom, and then took out a brand-new mechanical music box.

She wound up the spring, and after the music box emitted a melodious and tranquil tune, she placed it next to Shana's ear.

Only when Shana's furrowed brows gradually relaxed with the music did Ina softly say, “I'm sorry, Aunt Shana.”

Then she rose and left.

The man was still waiting outside, and as soon as she came out, he said, “Are you close to her? She seemed like she wanted to kill you just now.”

Ina calmly answered, “I am the same kind of person as her.”

“The same kind of person?” The man thought for a moment, “Do you mean that your foster father harmed both your families? From that perspective, you are indeed the same kind of people. But she is now a relative of the Rebels, and you are already with the Devil's Army, so you really don't have to… Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?”

While the man spoke, Ina had already walked back to the ruins and picked up her umbrella, which she reopened.

But her body had already been soaked through.

“Of course, I'm fulfilling the task assigned from above,” Ina said indifferently, and then turned and left.

The man hurriedly followed, “Oh, so you've decided to listen to Lord Yong Xin's advice? That's great. With your help, we'll soon find your foster father, then your brother's revenge, and that woman's revenge, can all be…”

Ina still ignored the man. She just stole another glance at the collapsed house as she rounded the corner.

To be precise, she looked at the photo on the Wanted Notice plastered on the house.

That gaze once again penetrated through the years, to a time when a relatively young man stood before her.

“Ina, from now on, I will be the one looking after you and your brother. You and your brother are different. You are more introverted, and like keeping things bottled up inside, which is not really good. If there's anything, you can talk to me directly. You don't have to see me as a father, just think of me as an ordinary elder, or… a friend?”

She still remembered that cautious demeanor.

“Can I say anything?”

“Of course,” the response was tinged with caution that instantly turned to delight, “you can tell me anything.”

“Then… it seems like you're wearing your clothes inside out.”

…

“Your parts are installed backward.”

Upon hearing these words, Gerard suddenly felt a bit dazed, as if the girl standing before him momentarily merged with an image from his memory.

This left him somewhat stunned, as he stared blankly at her.

It wasn't until Bai Wei spoke up: “Although I don't want to remind you at this time, don't you think it's inappropriate to stare at a young girl with such a look… especially since those are my eyes.”

Gerard immediately snapped back to reality, only to find Ju had lowered her head.

“Ah, sorry.” Gerard rubbed his forehead, thinking that he really was light-headed from too much blood loss, “I'm just surprised that you knew my parts were installed backward… Who taught you this?”

If Eric were still alive, Gerard wouldn't be so surprised, but Eric had died, and considering the age, this child was either just born or not yet born when Eric died; she couldn't have possibly received Eric's instruction.

Could it really be as Bai Wei said, that Eric had also returned?

The thought made Gerard smack his head in frustration.

Let you lose too much blood! Let you lose too much blood! What are you always thinking about!

Ju seemed unconcerned with Gerard's odd behavior; she just slowly said: “I've assembled many times, so I learned.”

Assembled many times?

Gerard looked around and quickly grasped what Ju was indicating.

Aside from the scattered parts in the room, there were also numerous completed prosthetic limbs.

Gerard had initially thought these were masterpieces left by Eric before his death, but now it seemed these were done by the little girl in front of him?

Gerard, feeling a bit tentative, asked, “Did you make all these?”

Ju nodded.

“Why did you make these?”

“There was nothing else to do,” Ju replied calmly, “so I could only work on these.”

Gerard found himself at a loss for words.

Just from having nothing to do, she taught herself to this extent?

Despite being just a child, she could immediately tell the problems with his legs, a skill level that at least matched a Junior Mechanic.

Bai Wei also deeply agreed, as he looked at Ju's brown hair and couldn't help but marvel: “What about Hui Yuan'ai?”

“Who is Hui Yuan'ai?” Gerard had never heard the name.

“Ah, never mind, it was just an offhand remark.” Bai Wei didn't intend to explain to Gerard, just saying, “Isn't this an opportunity now?”

“What opportunity?” Gerard didn't immediately catch what Bai Wei meant.

“The opportunity to repair your body,” Bai Wei said, “since you can't figure it out yourself, why not let her help? From what I see now, this girl's skills are much better.”

Gerard subconsciously wanted to refuse: “I can't…”

“Can't involve her, just keep fighting with a diseased body, then malfunction and fall into Hell, and eventually tell her, also in Hell due to the catastrophe, ‘Sorry, I couldn't involve you'?” Bai Wei said dispassionately, “Is that what you really want?”

Gerard fell silent for a long while, then somewhat helplessly admitted in his heart to Bai Wei, “I just meant to say, I can't have her help me without compensation.”

Then, he lowered his head to look at Ju and after a long deliberation, he finally said.

“Let's make a deal.”

Hmm… Why does that sound familiar?

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