Yes, Kids!

Pietro's brows furrowed. After seeing the reminder given to him by Austin, he finally discovered something was wrong.

This orphanage was unusually quiet.

After entering the New Generation Church Welfare Home, Pietro's heart has been in a state of high tension. He is different from Austin. He was born and raised in this world and he is more aware than Austin of those who are called 'same' as him.

How Broken The Mutants Are.

Although no one has seen Emma use her mutant abilities for a long time, there are rumors that Emma has given up her abilities and devoted herself to the church. However, Austin does not believe this. Pietro didn't believe it either.

For them, mutant abilities were far from being a 'gift'; they were more like a 'curse.'

A curse is not something that can be given up simply by giving it up.

With the high-speed operation of his brain, Pietro could sense a special magnetic field or an extremely special kind of telepathy when he stepped into the orphanage.

This kind of telepathy cannot be detected by ordinary people. It can only be detected by mutants like the White Queen or President X who are born with telepathic abilities, or Pietro in his high-speed running state with his brain in intense reaction, could perceive it.

The silver figure disappeared in a flash, and Pietro appeared in the canteen of the orphanage in the blink of an eye.

"Not here."

Before he finished speaking, Pietro's figure disappeared again, leaving only his slightly hoarse voice that gradually dissipated.

As he walked through the orphanage, Pietro couldn't help but look a little ferocious. The telepathic feedback was getting more and more serious. While initially, it was just occasional whispers in his ears, with his high-speed running, this energy seemed to come 'alive' and gradually locked onto him.

"Not in the dormitory either, damn it"

Pietro, instinctively repulsed by the obscure telepathic sensations, tried to immerse himself completely in the search for the children, making himself impervious to the influence of that energy. However, he quickly discovered that he was already immersed in the strange energy.

In the world at high speed, everything is at a standstill. In the past, when Pietro was running, there was only the whistling and noisy sound of wind in his ears, but now, Pietro was horrified to find that everything around him was changing.

It was a substance that kept pouring out of the white mist, like mud floating in mid-air, like asphalt rolling under high temperatures. They were everywhere and increasing. When Pietro tried to look at them, he found they didn't actually exist.

It was something constantly emerging and disappearing, like Schrödinger's cat.

Originally, Pietro didn't want to pay attention to them, or rather, he wanted to actively ignore their existence. However, soon, those 'energies' began to spread recklessly, targeted Pietro, and quickly enveloped him.

It was like being touched by slime or other soft-bodied creatures. Pietro shivered all over; it was a creepy feeling. He couldn't imagine how the other side could catch him in his high-speed running state.

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In the next moment, a murmuring, as if someone was whispering in a dream, slowly echoed in Pietro's ears. It continued to wander around his ears, a voice with no logic or useful information. Pietro only felt the emergence of negative emotions such as irritation and unease.

"The monastery is empty too! Damn it, isn't today Sunday? Why is the choir classroom also empty?"

To be honest, if it weren't for the hope that Austin brought him, Pietro would just want to run all the way to the top of the Himalayas, as far away from here as possible.

Since being caught by Professor X and sent to the mutant prison, Pietro had not encountered these telepathic energies again. But Pietro swore that the energy he faced now, while perhaps not as powerful as Professor X's, was far more bizarre.

Clearly, this was a more twisted and chaotic affair. It brought fear, imagination, and negative emotions such as claustrophobia, attempting to drive people insane.

Although ordinary people couldn't perceive it, the long-term impact would eventually strip away the basic order from their gaze when entering the orphanage's domain, leaving only distortion and chaos.

"Maybe I should try a different approach." Pietro gave up on the idea of stopping again. After searching almost every room in the orphanage, he found no traces of any child ever being present in this empty building.

The only clue he had was...

Closing his eyes, Pietro suppressed the nauseating feeling and actively engaged with the telepathic sensation.

"Come on, tell me, where are you all?"

On the other side, the exchange between Austin and Emma also seemed more and more cheerful.

No matter in any world, being able to communicate with a charming and intellectual woman is a pleasant thing for both body and mind.

However, there was no slack in Austin's heart. He was always on alert. At any hint of intrusion by telepathic senses, he would immediately pull out the gun from his sleeve and show this beautiful woman a ruthless side.

"Where were we? Oh, right, this unparalleled monastery, Emma. I remember you spent all your fortune to build this place. It's truly admirable. That statement you made in the newspaper, 'Everything we do is for the next generation,' is unforgettable. I couldn't sleep before coming here. Your presence is truly awe-inspiring. I even went through all the reports about you. It's my honor to interview you."

"Everyone is special, Austin. To me, you are also a very interesting reporter. After the interview is over, would you like to stay here and taste the lunch of our Welfare Home?"

"Lunch? Oh yes, yes, of course I'd love to have lunch with you, I'd do anything for you!"

Austin had a simple and honest smile on his face. He was like a fan who was getting in touch with his idol at the moment, wanting to get closer but not daring to get too close.

Suddenly, Austin raised his head, looked at the smiling Emma, and asked curiously. "Emma, where are the children in the orphanage?"

"What?" Emma was stunned for a moment, not reacting to Austin's sudden change of topic.

"Isn't this a Welfare Home? Where are the children?" Austin blinked and added. "I want to interview them too. After all, The Editor-in-Chief gave me a big section this time."

"The Children, yes, they should be attending morning classes at this time. Sister Lisa takes the children to morning classes every day." The smile on Emma's face did not diminish.

As if to confirm this, a faint recitation came from a distant classroom.

Austin turned his head and looked in the direction of the classroom.

"Do you want to take a look? The children would love you," Emma tilted her head and invited her kindly.

Hearing Emma's words, Austin, who had his back turned to Emma, the smile on his face slowly faded and turned serious and cold.

"No Need."

Speaking, Austin raised his left hand, and instantly, a particle beam converged from Austin's palm.

Bang!

Crack!

The palm cannon hit 'Emma' directly on the body, and then, a sound similar to a broken mirror exploded in Austin's ears.

The sound of an object falling to the ground followed soon after. Austin turned around, hiding the arms of the steel suit in his sleeves, and stared at 'Emma' who fell on the ground.

"You deceived my feelings, Emma."

It was a corpse that had already dead. A palm-sized hole had appeared in her chest from the impact of the palm cannon. From the looks of it, she had been dead for a long time, even her clothes were decaying, emitting a faint smell of decay.

"I guess you are that Sister Lisa."

After staring at the corpse for a while, Austin slowly took out the photo taken earlier in the morning from the camera. What appeared on the photo were two desiccated corpses with lifeless eyes.

(End Of The Chapter)...To be continued.

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