By using himself as bait, Sean was not sure that he would be able to lure Kennedy out of the black box.
Still, he knew Judas Ring couldn't ignore his presence.
After all, he had almost taken Aaliyah away.
Therefore, no matter what, they will take action and send personnel to deal with this potential threat...
When he saw the man standing in the slowly opening door, Sean realized that the plan was progressing more smoothly than expected.
After seeing Charles Kennedy, Sean didn't stop, he turned around and ran away as fast as he could.
"Escape?" Kennedy frowned.
This behavior was not consistent with his impression of Sean.
"Is he trying to lure me away from here?" Thinking of this, Kennedy did not rush to chase Sean.
He first walked to the side and closed the passage door through the controller: "Whether it's a bait or not...
"None of them have the authority to open the door."
Only the mayor and personnel located within the substation have the authority to open this door.
Looking at the retreating figure, Kennedy thought: "The next is the most critical moment of the plan. I must eliminate this risk..."
If a person is motivated enough to do something, he will always find a perfect reason for himself.
Charles Kennedy no longer hesitated, turned up his cloak like night and chased after him...
After escaping and chasing each other, Sean and Kennedy soon arrived at the edge of the industrial area.
The distance is close enough.
Priest Naia threw a black ice sling at Sean's back.
The moment the ice rod penetrated Sean, Sean's back turned into a black cloth wrapped in a rabbit and slowly fell down.
Belonging to Wright, it can simulate a substitute for ectoplasm.
A glimmer of dawn suddenly flashed before Kennedy's eyes...
In the blink of an eye, Priest Naia was imprisoned by the sudden appearance of the chess game.
Alicia and the others who were lying in ambush came out of the darkness.
Kennedy, trapped on the chessboard, looked livid.
He didn't expect that his obsession with that little reporter would lead him to fall into such a... crude trick.
He punched the light curtain at the edge of the chessboard, his eyes angry.
The female chess player's green eyes were cold, as if staring at a wild beast in a trap.
After receiving the "confirmed capture" message, the real Sean came out of hiding.
Behind him, not only Yueguang, Ivan and Olivia stood.
There are two other people who don't seem to be here.
Old lady Sarah, and Detective Solomon.
They walked to the door, and Tesler, who had been waiting in the central room, opened the door in front of them.
When the door slowly opened, Sean turned back and glanced at Sarah. At this time, her eyes were calm and cold, completely different from the optimistic, cheerful, and kind old lady before...
Looking at this look, Sean couldn't help but think of what happened a few hours ago.
At the Shipwreck Hotel, he took the initiative to find Solomon.
After meeting Sean, Solomon emotionally described the scene at the "Golden Hunting Ground" that night.
"...I was so frightened that I hid in my room all night and didn't dare to come out..."
Seeing Solomon looking a little excited and clumsy, Sean said in a calm voice: "Mr. Solomon.
"The reason for interrupting your performance is not to make you look embarrassed..."
"I really didn't expect those people to be..." Solomon, who was still talking happily, showed a very confused expression when he heard what Sean said, "Mr. Dirac... what? What are you talking about? What kind of performance?" "
Sean said straightforwardly: "You are a explorer, and a more powerful explorer than us."
"Haha!" Solomon laughed dryly, squinting his eyes and said, "You saw it! It seems I should have disguised myself better!"
Seeing him stubbornly maintaining his performance, Sean sighed and said, "Mr. Solomon, do you still remember the situation when the third Vivian died on the Bronze Giant?"
As if he thought Sean was crazy, Solomon frowned and looked at him, and said suspiciously: "Of course I remember... you brought the captain-turned-Vivian to my office, and then she was killed with a fishing gun outside the office... "
Sean nodded and said: "As expected of a famous detective in Europe, he remembers it so clearly."
Solomon nodded quite contentedly: "This is basic. What do you want to say, Mr. Dirac?"
"At that time, a funny thing happened."
"What's interesting?"
Sean led Solomon and the two of them walked into the deserted fire escape.
Sean continued: “You remember, Miss Vivian makes people want to kill her.
“And this weird curse will take effect around her.
"The order of effect is, starting with the one with the weakest soul, and then increasing in sequence."
Solomon nodded repeatedly: "Of course I remember - you introduced these to me."
"Then do you still remember...
"As the only apparent explorer at that time, Mr. Evan Burns was also affected at that time?"
Solomon, who had always maintained a calm state, finally showed a hint of wavering on his impeccable expression.
He had already realized what Sean was saying, but he didn't know how to react for a moment, so he could only continue to listen to Sean's story.
"At that time, Mr. Evan Burns's soul was approaching mead-level strength - you must know what that means.
"At that moment, the only people around Miss Vivian were me, you, Mr. Burns, Mr. 1902 and my assistant."
"It stands to reason that the first person to be affected and want to take action should be you."
"However, the strange thing is that we saw with our own eyes that the first person affected was Mr. Ivan..."
Like ice melting, Solomon's awkward, slightly comic quality has disappeared.
He stood expressionless - he realized that the pretense had lost its meaning.
"And if this happens, there is only one possibility -"
"Your soul strength is higher than Mr. Evan Burns."
"According to my guess, you should be a King-level explorer."
Solomon sighed slightly. The temperament has completely changed.
Sean added: "However, your disguise is very successful - whether it is the breath of your soul or your movements, I have never seen through your disguise...
"It was only in retrospect that I realized..."
"You are indeed very smart, Mr. Sean Dickinson." Solomon's voice became deeper, and his eyes became calm and wise, shining slightly.
He squinted his eyes and said in a rather magnetic voice: "Then, let me test you again - why did I come to Ocean City?"
