Mike didn't know what to do now. He was relying on Alan for his survival here. Mike didn't know what the password was for Marcell's apartment, he hadn't told him. And also just in case from yesterday's incident. "You're going to stay with me at Marcell's apartment, right?" Mike asked Alan for who knows how many times. Now Alan was driving his car, taking Mike back to Marcell's apartment. "Hmm, yes I will accompany you." That's how Alan felt about Mike's questions. "It's scary. You know, I've only been in Oxford for two days and Marcell's been shot. Will I be safe?" Mike's face looked panicked. He looked back and forth at the passing streets. "Why do you ask that?""Marcell's a good guy, right?" Now Mike focused himself facing Alan. Alan nodded. "Didn't you used to work with him?""I did, but we were on different assignments. And I wasn't that close to him." "Then why did he bring you here?" Alan asked."I helped her once. He was lying unconscious in the gym with his forehead sl
"What did you say?" asked Arjuna in a raised tone. This afternoon he and Mike headed to the hospital where Marcell was being treated. But when they arrived, what they found was Alan's puzzled face."How did he disappear?" asked Mike.Alan exhaled and sat down on the waiting chair. "I don't know either, I've asked the administration about it. All they say is that Marcell has been discharged.""This is crazy," Mike hissed. He seemed to be getting goosebumps. It had only taken three days for things to get weird. He was beginning to regret making the decision to move to the UK. The problem was that the person who invited him to move and promised him such a good opportunity was gone now."Damn, something's wrong." Arjuna looked away with his waist ruffled. The problem was that he hadn't heard any cctv news from the police or car owners from the area around Puffy Muffy."What about Puffy Muffy?" asked Alan raising his head to look at Arjuna. "Safe. Still manageable," replied Arjuna. "We're
"We set the M155 memory. What people around the subject knew was that he was discharged. It does not say that the subject has fully recovered. This could refer to M155 being discharged from the hospital and transferred to another hospital. Not with M155's brother. Not with anyone. Don't let others know by giving mortal answers. All they will know is that M155 has changed hospitals. That's all, so that they don't think that being discharged means that M155 is fully recovered." The Chairman explained.Making Blayze's face think to digest."As for the third problem. We all couldn't have guessed what would happen. Between the subject and the people around him. But what you should know is, this is your responsibility Blayze." The president reminded.Blayze nodded. "I'll do my best, President.""Keep an eye on them," the Chairman added. "There will be a lot that we have to revise from 155.23. Starting from the features for the subject's self-protection ability. Then managing the subject's
So H155 pretended to say hello and pretended that he was in the wrong room. "How is he, doctor?" H155's voice echoed, making both the doctor and Marcell turn their heads. "O? I thought you were my son. It turns out I entered the wrong room. Excuse me," H155 said and turned around and left the room. Marcell himself did not mind and only focused on the doctor who examined him. The doctor opened the bandage on his chest, checking whether the wound had dried or not because the bandage did not penetrate wet blood anymore. "Are my internal organs okay?" asked Marcell. Doctor Bryan nodded. "It's a good thing for you that the bullet didn't penetrate your organs." Doctor Bryan was silent. He had forgotten that Marcell was M155 of 155.23. As soon as the bandage was removed, the stitches began to fade. Even dry, the wound would probably disappear by tomorrow. So there was no need to worry about the scratches on Marcell's skin. "Your stitches have started to dry up. This is good. Ho
Alan shook his head. "Arjuna has been trying to find out, but the police haven't found out who shot you yet."Marcell just nodded.******It was nine o'clock in the evening. And as long as Marcell was in the hospital, that's what Alan said. Mike was alone in Marcell's apartment. It's a confusing thing. Marcell was shot, taken to hospital then disappeared but the hospital said that Marcell had been returned home. Then today there was news that Marcell was transferred to another hospital. Mike found out from Alan. Mike had previously felt suspicious of Marcell. Let's turn it around, the man used to work as a package delivery boy at Yale University. But now he can be a businessman who has a luxury apartment and expensive cars. Then the incident where Marcell was shot in a public place and there he was at that time. Until now it is still unknown who the culprit was. The police have not even bothered to find out more. Now Mike's suspicion of Alan has changed. Hey... At the first hosp
"I don't think Puffy Muffy's opening can be next month.""Why is that?" Marcell asked."Because I think it can open next week," said Arjuna at the end of his sentence, chuckling. "There's nothing to doubt anymore. The production team is proficient and the store employees for the front liner have also been well screened. You can open Puffy Muffy next week.""Really?" Marcell's face lit up, his tone excited until he got up. "Yes, I confirmed it. I'm also looking forward to producing in large quantities. Oh yeah, tomorrow I'll send you cake samples of all types of Puffy Muffy's menu." "'No problem, I'll be there.""Have you really recovered?" asked Arjuna in surprise. Because Marcell had just been discharged from the hospital. Although Arjuna couldn't see it, Marcell nodded steadily. "I feel bored, after all I have no other activities besides taking care of Puffy Muffy.""Wow, I can't wait for Puffy Muffy's owner to see my great performance."Marcell then laughed. "Hahahaa... I like e
Now Puffy Muffy is getting crowded with people coming to put up a signboard in front. In addition, cake ingredients also came from suppliers for sales stock. Miu and Theodore are here this time to help decorate the inside where the cake displays will be displayed. To celebrate the opening of Puffy Muffy, this time it will be made festive. Arjuna is also getting busy in the production room to produce the cakes that will be on display. In addition, Marcell also plans to hold a promo. Buying cakes from 8 to 10 am will get free milk or coffee. For this reason, Marcell bought a coffee machine that will be handled by Mike. "I haven't visited Puffy Muffy for so long that I didn't know it was opening," said Alan, who had just arrived after several days of absence. Marcell looked over. "Wow, you're so hard to reach," he complained. "Is he still part of Puffy Muffy?" asked Mike sarcastically making Marcell laugh."For that, of course. He's been very instrumental here." Marcell patted Alan's
Marcell had a fever. Not because of anything, but the man was tired. After being shot Marcell did not take a break or rest because he was preparing for the opening of his cake shop. This was Marcell's first time owning a business, so he wanted the best for his business. What about the system in his body?For about 7 hours. The system did not make any changes to the fever in Marcell's body. Unlike the wound on the forehead or the gunshot wound on the man's chest. It seems that the system cannot overcome the fever in Marcell's body. But who knows, still don't know if it will. "You're pushing yourself too hard," Mike said after escorting Alan to the front door. Arjuna had not been able to visit because he was so busy preparing ingredients for tomorrow morning's cake production.Marcell, who had a faint glimpse of him, did not reply to Mike's words. Now Mike cleaned up Marcell's medicines on the table. Tidying up a little mess in Marcell's room, and then left Marcell's room. Letting h