Chapter 22: Information Exchange
“Have you heard of Adrian Cross?” Nemo rubbed the blood stains on his hair laboriously, and asked Oliver outside the bathroom. Oliver had washed himself first and was now already paralyzed on the bed.
It was midsummer, so the small inn didn’t bother to heat up the water. It only provided a few large buckets of cold water that was warmed by the sun. Nemo carefully poured water on his body, for fear that he would run out of water before he finished washing. The process of cleaning up all the blood stain and sludge was so boring that he couldn’t help but talk to someone. Right now, Oliver was the only one there.
“No…” Oliver’s voice came from outside the door. The voice was a little muffled. He seemed to have stuffed his face into the blanket or pillow.
Although the topic didn’t start, Nemo’s mind still stirred for a few seconds. With blankets and pillows to lie on, he couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful than this at the moment. Although they weren’t clean, and still had a subtle musty smell, it could only be said that people’s adaptability was truly amazing. Although Nemo’s life was poor before, he had lived cleanly. In just a few days, his requirements for quality of life had plummeted precipitously.
Nemo sadly pulled a small piece of demon’s flesh off his arm and sighed. He looked at his arms; his skin was pale and smooth, and there weren’t any traces of scaring. He twisted his arm hard, trying to find a place where it might be deformed, and found nothing. There were no strange bumps in his joints and there were no ulcers or parts that didn’t belong to humans.
He finished pouring the last bucketful of water, wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and pushed the door out.
Oliver was lying face down on the bed as like he had thought. He was wearing a new loose shirt and remained motionless, as if he had already fallen asleep. Nemo hesitated for a few seconds before stretching out his wet hands and patted Oliver on the neck. It made him bounced off the bed immediately, causing Nemo to almost slip when he took a step back in shock.
“Sorry, I thought…”
“No, no. It’s my fault. I should’ve said something first. Oliver, I want to ask you for a favor.”