Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 170: The Call for Help

Wearing the [Veil of Shadows], Lynn became one with the night, moving toward the abandoned district. His existence blended into the darkness, the edges of his silhouette barely discernible even to those standing nearby.

In the distance, he could see the flashing red and blue emergency lights illuminating the darkened streets, their reflection on the crumbling facades a silent warning of the heavy law enforcement ahead.

He paused for a moment, his senses sharp. The eyes, enhanced by [Spiritual Vision], pierced through the extensive security that had been mobilized – a formidable blockade manned by police and the bureau personnel.

Armored vehicles were positioned at key positions, their occupants vigilantly scanning the area for any signs of movement. Despite the overwhelming show of force, he felt no nervousness or apprehension.

"They are not in the vicinity," he silently murmured, searching for any hint of the three extraordinary investigators – Amber, Ethan, and their captain, Simon. They were the only individual that could pose any real challenge to his infiltration.

Satisfied with his assessment, Lynn began to move. His footsteps made no sound as he approached the guarded barrier and carefully scanned the perimeter, looking for the weakest point of the cordon.

Although there were multiple patrol groups – against the extraordinary, ordinary people were insignificant and easily ignored. His enhanced senses allowed him to pinpoint the gaps in their vigilance.

Taking a deep breath, he focused his thoughts and summoned his ethereal [Spirit Threading] ability. Delicate strands of energy unfurled from his fingertips, intertwining into intricate patterns that guided his passage.

As he moved, the filaments shifted and adjusted, reacting to the slightest shifts in the surroundings. Carefully timing his steps, he slipped through the security lines, passing unnoticed between the armed sentries.

The [Veil of Shadows] concealed his presence while the [Spirit Threading] navigated him safely around potential obstacles. It was a seamless ballet of stealth and control that allowed him to bypass the blockade easily.

Once inside the abandoned district's boundaries, Lynn stopped, his keen gaze sweeping the desolate landscape. "It's very calm," he noticed. The familiar roads were now shrouded in an eerie hush like the calm before a storm.

The air was thick with tension, and an oppressive silence replaced the usual late-night bustle of shady activity, only broken by the occasional crackle of radio static and the distant rumble of armored engines.

Gripping the cloak tightly around his frame, he started aimlessly wandering. While the temptation to confront Shade and unravel the mystery at the heart of the unfolding crisis was strong, discretion was the wiser path.

The hunting mark placed on this elusive adversary lingered still as a faint beacon that simmered at the edge of his awareness. He could easily track his movements if needed, but he had a different objective in mind for now.

"Let's make this quick," he whispered, his voice barely a breath against the backdrop of silence, raising a small rodent that he had caught skittering across the pavement while navigating the narrow, debris-strewn alleys.

Letting a few drops of his crimson essence mingle with its life force, he forged a temporary bond before releasing the creature to roam freely. Lynn repeated the process multiple times, creating a network of eyes that scoured around.

In fact, they already allowed him to realize something intriguing. "Did the Special Investigation Bureau displace residents?" he wondered, perceiving through the shared visions that most buildings in the neighborhood were vacant.