NovelAppChapter 601 "Do you still remember me, Steven? I'm Logan Cooper." The man who hit their car ignored Eason and greeted Steven instead. Or rather, he seemed to look down on Eason.
Eason's fists balled up as he stood unmoving, seemingly down in the dumps. Someone as cocky and sassy as him was now allowing someone else to act insolently before him? "How disgusting. Even the air has turned disgusting" he mumbled. He then took out an alcohol wipe and cleaned his hands repeatedly before putting on his gloves.
I paused to observe Eason for a moment-he did have germaphobia. He was also aloof back when I first met him. He had to put his gloves on no matter where he went.
At first, I even thought something was wrong with his hands. Perhaps he had burns or something of the like. I later found out that it was merely his germaphobia.
But at spoint, Eason no longer acted cocky and wore his gloves less often. Today was rather unusual for him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Steven?" Logan called out persistently when he saw that Steven was ignoring him.
Steven replied indifferently, "I don't remember you." Logan's expression faltered slightly. He then said with a smile, "It's only normal that you don't. You're a great genius, after all. How could you possibly remember normies like us? Am I right, Hudson?" He then reached out to pat Eason on the shoulders.
"Don't touch me!" Eason lost control of his emotions and instinctively reached for the gun in Zion's hand. Zion was alarmed by his action. As a police officer with an assigned gun, he couldn't let anyone casually take it away- not even a colleague. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged out of the way.
Logan chuckled as he looked at Eason. "Who would've thought? You missed the advanced class reunion a few days ago. I only heard that you had beca police officer then." Eason remained silent, as if he was enduring it. After observing him for a good while, I figured that he probably had a story of his own.
"Cwith us for the investigation," Zion said angrily as he pressed Logan against the car.
Logan was cooperative as he got into the car with a smile. He looked meaningfully at Steven. "There weren't too many who attended the advanced class gathering this time. There'll be another one coming up in a few days' time. All of you should attend it, okay?" He spoke loudly.
Eason watched as Zion brought Logan away. He then started muttering in a deep voice, as if talking to himself. But at the stime, it seemed like he was also talking to us.
He said, "Actually, I had a thought when the serial murder cases started. I wondered if Simeon was the murderer. But I realized that it wasn't him later on." "What?" I asked.
Eason continued, "It's impossible that Simeon would give up on toying withif he were still alive and was the murderer. He would've killed all these scums as well." He seemed to be in pain. As a police officer, he struggled between justice and evil. They said that a person's nature would either keep them sane or lead them astray.
"Logan's appearance definitely isn't just a coincidence," Steven said, voice low and frowning.
There had to be a purpose behind Logan's appearance, be it GenSociety or the Rebels.
"He seems to be targeting you," I reminded Steven to be careful.
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He shook his head and looked at Eason. "It seemed like he was m targeting me. But in reality, he had been provoking Eason all along, intentionally or otherwise." "But Eason isn't related to GenSociety," I said rather curiously.
I watched as he got into the car dazedly. Only then did I continuen "Surely, Logan appeared with a purpose. Why would he want to provoke an outsider like Eason?" "Perhaps he has other ulterior motives," Steven said meaningfully. He then took my hand and got into the car.
I paused for a moment. Suddenly, I realized something. He might have been targeting Simeon by targeting Eason.
Joel was considered the only successful experimental subject in Steven's Reincarnation Project. But many believed that he was a fake who was pretending. They thought he was merely a recipient of a memory transplant. It was especially so for Mrs. Ford, who was overly eager to prove the authenticity of the Reincarnation Project.
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