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The Good Upclass Chapter 79: Not All With Tattoo Is Dangerous
“Are they gone?” It was the first question that Well had raised as soon as he noticed that the sound of the footsteps faded away and vanished into the thin air. The smacking of the secret door against the walls also hinted to the three people lurking in the dark that the officers had indeed left the place. “Oh, my god. That was close,” Well added as he released a sigh of relief. “Yes. We almost got caught,” Allen Mar agreed. “Anyway, did you come here to look after me?” he asked as he raised both of his brows to the ceiling, but Detective Deib Anchorman and Well were not able to see it because of the darkness that wrapped the entire cell of Allen Mar. Well walked a few steps to the right, and then suddenly he bumped against the broad and tough chest of the detective. He acted normal and then continued answering his friend. “Yes, we came here because I suspect you were missing. Were you really missing, though?” Finally, the mystery that Well had long thought of will finally be answ
The Good Upclass Chapter 80: The Conversation Changer
“I don’t know much about it, sorry. However, I can guarantee you that even though what I know about this place is only a little bit of what’s there to be discovered, everything I am going to tell you is a fact. A proven fact. Because I have seen them with my very own eyes. I have heard them with my very own ears,” Allen Mar continued as he shrugged the detective’s hands off his shoulders. “Before I was brought down here, the officers in charge of taking care of me had to take a long route around the entire City Reserves first. With my hands being cuffed, and with my mouth being taped, I was able to witness every single cultish thing that happened in every building that we walked through.” Detective Deib Anchorman and Well were already engaged in the conversation, likewise, they were also convinced that whatever it was that they were about to hear from Allen Mar, it was going to be a big reveal. To Well, it will serve as another note-worthy pointer to be added to his long list of reas
The Good Upclass Chapter 81: As Good As Dead
“Now, how do we get out of this place?” Well asked after a brief silence that broke the momentum of the three’s conversation. “Please don’t tell me there is no way out other than that secret door or else I will be losing my mind,” he added, his heart skipping in overwhelming beats. He had enough of those goosebumps and chills and fear of being caught. This time, all that was Well had been asking for was a peace of mind. But by the looks of the situation, it seemed like peace of mind would be very difficult to obtain. "How is not the question that we should be answering here. Where is not either," Allen Mar replied in an instant. "The biggest question that we need to find an answer for is When. When do we get out of this place— that, that is where we should be focusing for," he added as he stepped out of his cell and finally, after more or less thirty minutes, he was able to catch a glimpse of light from the torches. " Are you trying to say that there is already an exit from this pl
The Good Upclass Chapter 82: Euthanasia
“So, basically, the plan is to go all the way to that tunnel one after another and hope that we don’t die above by the time the soldiers would be alerted that three invaders have just infiltrated the place? Is that the ‘only’ plan the two of you are talking about?” Well confronted the two, his eyebrows were having a close match against one another as if entering a duel to see who among them would win. “Yes, Well. That is the plan. Unless you have another thing in mind, we are going to be sticking to that. We can’t just be stuck down here. We do not have all the night. And in case you did not know, we have to make it out before four o’clock in the morning because soldiers are going to be doing their first inspection of the day to check in their inmates are still on their respective cells. If that time comes and we have not gotten out of this place yet, we are surely gonna end up inside those empty cells. And take note, I’ve been into one– although it was a no-brainer because I had a d
The Good Upclass Chapter 83: Survivors
“Euthanasia? And what the heck is that? I hope you excuse my ignorance, but I have not heard of that word yet. I do not even know what kind of thing is that!” Well said as he shrugged his shoulders and stared at Allen Mar long enough for him to realize that he was being honest when he said he did not know a single thing about it. Allen Mar only nodded his head and massaged his eyes with both of his hands. Shortly after rubbing his eyes, his fingertips roamed around his whole face. He could feel his sweaty skin in every touch. “He sighed. “All right, all right. Let me explain it to you while the detective is not here yet,” Allen Mar said. “The quickest way to understand euthanasia is by recognizing that is it lethal– mercy killing, to be exact. It is a process of the painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable and painful disease or in an irreversible coma. The practice is illegal in most countries, but because that old man is expert enough to know the best way to hide i
The Good Upclass Chapter 84: Tail
If only overthought memories could kill, Well’s cold and lifeless body would have been on the floor for hours by now. The questions, the what-ifs– he could not brush them off his head. Ah, overthought memories of all sorts. Like what if they would be busted by the soldiers just before they even made it to the tunnel? Like what if there was no opening by the end of the secret exit Allen Mar was talking about? What if all there ever had was a trap? What if there were no other available options but to recognize the end of a life lived worthy? “It is giving me anxiety, goodness!” Well exclaimed as he flashed a quick look through the dark and narrow tunnel spread wide inside of the door ahead of them. “We have no choice, kid. It is either we die without doing anything at all, or we die trying. Choose your faith,” Detective Deib Anchorman said as he swung the door wide open and stepped his left foot first inside. “To put an end to our debate, I am going to give this tunnel a dry run. I
The Good Upclass Chapter 85: Sacrificial Lamb
“That is the most gruesome revelation I have ever heard in my entire life,” Well said as his jaws dropped to the floor. “You know what, I am now starting to believe that this city is indeed a devil’s den. It seems like everyone here are lunatics! Like, really! I am not gonna lie, but at first I thought it was partly hard to believe all of those accusations you and other strangers I have met thrown to the city of New Bill. I mean, how would I believe it? This has been the city where my old man grew up. This has been the city that made him decide to pursue his dreams of becoming the person he had always aspired to be.” Well paused as if a sudden realization had struck him to the core. “Maybe there are just things that are not for us. I have been wanting to follow the same path that he had taken that is why I chose to study here, but look at me now. Instead of me chasing my dreams, it’s the nightmares that chase me.” He sighed and it was so deep Allen Mar could feel the exhaustion his fr
The Good Upclass Chapter 86: True War
And so, their journey of escaping the tunnel commenced. Detective Deib Anchorman led the way, and behind him was Well, while behind Well was Allen Mar. The tunnel was all dark; pitch-black, even. Nothing could have been seen by a naked eye, except for the glow of the dog tag that the two men in navy uniform were wearing. It took them a good while venturing the narrow but long tunnel. Prior to the start of their walk, Allen Mar believed fifteen minutes was enough for them to make it to the end. However, now that they were on their way, they realized fifteen minutes was actually short. That had been proven because they were in the tunnel for about twelve minutes already, but they were yet to reach the middle of it– that was according to Detective Deib Anchorman, the appointed leader of the three men group. “When will this walk be over?” Well complained as he started to feel itchy on the knees. “Really? Well? We have not even reached halfway yet,” Allen Mar answered. He was holding W
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Chapter 160: Prisoners of the Deep
“Nowadays, it is not only tangible things that are stolen. Culprits and stalkers like them are often sent out in the world to steal impossible things like information and codes. I believe that is the thing that keeps them from running after us. Because if it is only a material thing, they could have stolen it long before already. But it’s different. They are needing a piece of information, and only the best of the best spies and culprits can do it. Only those who are willing to risk their lives and last breath only to get their ears closer to the information that their bosses need,” Binsent Anchorman explained. “Okay, okay. Hold on, why are we here again? Because, technically, since I am now an official member of the alliance, am I not right to know the basics of this group? Like, what are we working for? And who? And why? And basically all the questions you think I need the answer from?” Arjay chimed in, standing by the end of the bleacher together with Allen Mar. Even up until this
Chapter 159: Devil's Den
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one th
Chapter 158: Binsent On The Lead
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one t
Chapter 157: Their Own Shadows
In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he started as a taxicab driver, too. I met him when I asked for a taxi who can send me to the nearest ATM station because I just lost my phone and I needed to buy something. He was the one who accompanied me to the Octagon Shop where I was able to find myself a new phone. He was a good man, indeed. I don’t think if I have said this earlier, but this is something that I was not able to tell him. I was too selfish to even inform him how good of a man he was,” We
Chapter 156: Everthing's Off, Everything's Improper
Just when Well arrived at the ground floor, he noticed some coalition of people not far from where he was standing. Intrigued by the on going noises, he went to see what was happening over there. After a few more meters of walking, he finally figured out what that mess was all about. Simple. It was primarily because over there was a food hall and the reason why he could hear metals banging against each other was because they were spoons and forks, and noisy people who were trying to satisfy themselves with the food that they eat. Apparently, it triggered the growling of Well’s stomach. All of a sudden, he wanted to dive into the line too to get himself something to feed for his angry tummy. Convinced that there was no time for his social anxieties anymore, he absentmindedly fell in line. He tucked his wallet out of his pants’ left pocket and draw out his credit card. Finally, he could eat now. It took him roughly ten to fifteen minutes to finally make it to the counter. There, he ord
Chapter 155: Well's Convincing Lines
With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the evening. Around this time, Well should have had in his bed already– ready to sleep because tomorrow was going to be another day full of unwanted surprises– but here he was now, in the hospital, with someone he only knew less than ten hou
Chapter 154: Discombobulated
His nerves had never been feeling this tight. The flowing of blood all over his body had been insufficient, but the only thing he ever had in his mind was Allen Mar. He kept thinking of him. He kept thinking and thinking and thinking of him. Questions spun around his brain; ‘How was the operation?’ ‘Will he be okay?’ ‘Will he survive?’ ‘What are the odds of him dying?’ ‘Was the doctor not joking when he said that Allen Mar’s injury was serious and could even bring up his death if certain actions had not been taken immediately?’ With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside
Chapter 153: Media Man
Detective Deib Anchorman was the first to make it close to the manhole. When he got there, he drew his ear closer to the ground floor. “I don’t hear anything,” he said after five seconds of focusing all his hearing senses on the ground. “I am supposed to be hearing footsteps and cranking guns and indistinct chatters coming from the soldiers, but I don’t hear anything right now. “Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” Well asked, his heart had been pounding so fast and so strong it was no different compared to a jack hammer used in smacking a hardened soil. Allen Mar chimed into the conversation and then corrected Well, “It is supposed to be a good thing, I believe. The detective not hearing anything from above only means that the soldiers have not returned from the search yet. That means we will have enough time to make it out here and perhaps even out of the vicinity as well. Although the latter would be so dangerous, and I don’t think our chances of success are that
Chapter 152: Too Impossible To Be True
Different scenarios had been playing in his head to the extent that he was lost already and could not distinguish the reality from the hallucinations. Hope had been the only chance he had. And although his abdomen churned in fear, and the back of his neck had been filled with goosebumps, Well only braved the situation and sat on one of the chairs at the waiting area, believing in his friend, Allen Mar that he would survive the operation no matter what. Prayers came out of his lips unconsciously without him knowing it. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the ev
