Chapter 41


    Noah did not leave the hospital after leaving Madeline''s ward but instead went to the Golden Dome


    International District on the third ring road.


    The Golden Dome International District had only one apartment, which was eighty-eight stories tall. It


    was a high-end apartmentplex with a quiet, opulent atmosphere that cost a lot to build.


    The most expensive aspect of this establishment was not the location but the considerate and


    thoughtful service provided by the management. In this building, one could experience the opulent VIP


    treatment of a five-star hotel, which was especially suitable for single people with plenty of money to


    spend and no wife or children, like the offsprings of the nouveau riche.


    Noah stepped into the elevator and went straight to the top floor.


    At ten minutes after three in the morning, he finally showed up at Unit 8801''s entrance.


    He reached out, entered the password, and noticed a night owl who had only fallen asleep an hour


    before.


    Dn was still dazed as he sat in the living room with messy bedhead hair as if he was still dreaming.


    "Noah, be honest with me. Has your insomnia gotten serious again?"


    "Mm-hmm."


    "You... Even if you have severe insomnia, you shouldn''t havee to see me at three o’clock in the


    morning, right? I only returned from your house an hour ago. Can''t we discuss it at your ce?"


    "I called before I came, but the people back home said you had gone home."


    "I..." Fine, then me me.


    Dn felt as if he was about to disintegrate.


    He could feel his head buzzing. Had he only been sleeping for about ten minutes?


    "Do you have ten minutes?"


    He must have done something terrible in his previous life because he was punished to be friends with


    Noah—a robot who didn''t need to sleep or rest!


    Noah stepped over the clothes on the ground as he moved disgustedly toward the sofa and sat down


    on it after noticing Dn was about to copse.


    "Besides, Mr. Charles said you left two hours ago. Judging by your appearance, you must have gone to


    the bar before going home?"


    "I-I have an appointment with a girl. How can a quintessential phnderer like me miss the


    appointment? Besides, I left after watching Colt recover. Can’t I celebrate it? Do you think everyone is


    like you, doomed to a lonely life?"


    "I have a son."


    "... So what if you have a son! I would have had a son if it hadn''t been for you and your son taking turns


    holding me up!


    "Mm-hmm." Noah nodded solemnly.


    He felt that Dn had a point.


    Dn had copsed before he could say anything.


    He had no choice but to give in.


    "Tell me, why did you look me up at thiste hour? Let me set the record straight, I have my principles,


    and I only sell my skills, not my body!"


    "I''d like to know if these two people are rted, and if so, what kind of rtionship," Noah said, pulling


    two sealed small stic bags from his pocket.


    There were two strands of hair inside.


    "That''s it?" Did hee to his house in the middle of the night to order him to run a DNA test?


    "Yes, that''s it. I''ll wait for you while you finish it."


    "Noah, you should be aware that the DNA test can be performed at any hospital, right? Furthermore, I


    lack the necessary equipment. You do realize that I am overqualified for the job?"


    "I don''t want anyone to find out. However, I believe you have a bad memory. Remember I invested in


    theboratory on the 87th floor? If you decide not to use it, you can give it back to me."


    Dn was speechless.


    Okay, since this guy is funding my research. When living under one''s roof, you must follow the rules.


    Dn epted his fate.


    "Okay, boss. I''ll go right away."


    Dn took Noah''s test samples, forced himself to perk up, and left.


    Noah got up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, letting his thoughts drift after Dn left to


    go to work.


    That hair sample was taken from Madeline when he went to the hospital earlier.


    He would get his answer soon.


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    Could it be her?


    Could anyone truly rise from the dead in this world?


    He couldn''t tell whether he was feeling fear or hope.


    His thoughts were interrupted when the phone in his pocket rang. He took out his phone and answered


    it.


    "Sir, Felix has shown up!"


    …


    Meanwhile, back at the Garden Vi, Madeline thought the Garden Vi was strange, but since she


    had decided to go in, she could only split the work with Albert and look around the kitchen and


    bedrooms, respectively.


    She was about to go upstairs when she noticed some bloodstains on the living room floor.


    The blood is still fresh. It appears that the blood was just spilled moments ago.


    Madeline subconsciously looked up and discovered that blood was flowing from the second floor on the


    stair railing. The dark red blood snaked down the white walls, creating an unsettling effect.


    "Albert!"


    "Ms. Madeline, what''s the matter?" Albert was checking the kitchen when he heard Madeline''s voice


    and immediately ran out.


    "Go up and look!"


    Albert noticed the blood and ran upstairs as Madeline had instructed.


    Madeline followed closely behind.


    The trail of blood snaked next to the stair railing on the second floor, leading them to the source.


    A man was lying in a pool of blood, and his face was mangled beyond recognition. He was as dead as


    a doornail.


    Madeline unconsciously covered her mouth and nose as the nauseating smell of rancid blood filled the


    air.


    "Ms. Madeline, the body is still warm. Most likely, the murderer is still in this house." Albert briefly


    inspected the body before returning to Madeline''s side and whispering in her ear.


    "Since the person is dead, the clues are gone. Let''s get out of here first."


    Madeline understood right away. Then she pretended to turn around and leave while saying that loudly.


    This was the only room on the second floor closest to the victim, and it was the best ce to hide if the


    murderer didn''t have time to flee.


    Madeline went downstairs as if nothing had happened while Albert hid by the door.


    The sound of fighting came from upstairs just as Madeline stepped down the stairs.


    There was soon the sound of ss shattering. A man jumped directly from the second floor. He swung


    down on the huge crystal chandelier hanging in the living room, fell to the ground, and rolled out of the


    vi.


    Madeline wanted to pursue him, but he had vanished without a trace.


    Albert, whose hand was bleeding from an injury, chased after him frantically.


    He didn''t care about his own safety. Madeline was all he could think.


    He was so worried when that man dashed downstairs!


    "Ms. Madeline, are you okay?"


    "I''m fine. The man kept going. He took off afternding. You''re wounded. It''s not safe to stay here


    anymore. Go back first."


    When Madeline noticed Albert''s bleeding hand, she tore off one of her bandages and simply bandaged


    him, then the two walked out of the vi together.


    "I was useless. I let him get away," Albert felt responsible.


    "Were you able to get a good look at his face?"


    "I can''t tell because he was wearing a mask, but he has a tattoo on his left hand that looks familiar..."


    "Okay. Do a careful investigation and find out who this person is. Do you think that the person who got


    killed upstairs was Felix?"