A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village

Ch. 128

"Close!"

Isolde spontaneously followed the direction of the voice and lowered herself down.

A young man attacked the werewolf and managed to make a wound. Isolde looked at him, and her heart suddenly moved.

Does he know her?

"What am I thinking!" Isolde shook her head.

 "Finally back." Said the man.

A ROAAAR!!

The man offered his hand and pulled Isolde off the ground and said with a smile: "Yes, are you okay?"

"Mr..."

"How are you feeling now? Are your legs okay?" The man was still a little worried, and helped him walk to his house, "Go back and rest well."

Isolde shook her head and said, "No, there's still something to do."

"Be careful. Many supernatural beings are wandering around, I don't know much myself."

"It's okay, I'll find out when the full moon is full."

The two discussed the matter, but were still unable to find any clues, so they could only delay the matter for now.

"What's your name, thank you for helping me"

"Call me Akbar, you?"

"Isolde's. My name is very long so call it Isolde."

Isolde looked into her black and white eyes like mercury, looked into her serious eyes, and suddenly her heart softened into a puddle of water.

"Hey! You have a car!"

"okay"

The two were unable to drive due to tight security, so decided to take a break at a nearby hotel.

Isolde woke up the next day and saw Akbar reading, "Wake up?"

"What's your plan today? Headed to the embassy to register?"

"Not this time."

"If you want to do it, it's okay...."

"No, I have other plans."

"Do I need to be with you? You don't know this area very well, do you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I promise you it'll be okay, okay!" 

"Well." yeah."

They were stuck in this settlement for a few days. After Akbar left, Isolde became sad again.

Although Akbar said he would return, Isolde's face looked disappointed, although he tried his best to delay, but as expected—That should always come.

At the bar near the hotel.

Akbar sat down and ordered a drink.

Inside the box on the second floor, a group of men and women sat at a table and played a game. The laughter and melody of the music mixed into one, making it noisy.

On the veranda of the Bar, a boisterous voice in the room was not heard. He then receives a video phone grub from Arman.

"Hm."

"Happy birthday."

"Happy day, bro. Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday. Is europe really fun?"

"Don't worry." 

"Good, continue?” Arman shook the glass, not realizing something was wrong with Akbar.

"Wait, Akbar."

"How long has he been there?"

"There's still a year or how many." 

"You drink a lot??"

"I've just taken cephalosporins."

"You think I'm stupid?"

The four of them had given up, unable to change Akbar's mind.

After going back and forth, the wine bottle in front of him was empty.

"Have he not been drinking again, what would he say if he saw you like this?"

"It's okay."

"He didn't hear very well."

Seeing her unnatural expression, Salsa joked: "Akbar, what do you mean? You got another woman?"

“How is it possible?” Arman grunting.

"Yes." Yeah." Akbar put down his glass.

Everyone is surprised.

“Why are you asking this?”

"I want to know." 

Bagas smiled, revealing a row of large white teeth: "Can you tell us the truth?"

"What the fuck?" His voice was hoarse, he did not know what to think, and his entire body exuded loneliness.

Akbar did not understand where this loneliness came from.

"Do you love her?"

"Does that matter?"

"I asked about you."

"Boom—"

Thunder roars roaring.

Akbar smiled bitterly, "Isolde, he is very kind. But it wasn't her, Isolde might not be Xiyu mine."

They were all whose minds were buzzing, staring intently at the familiar and as-yet-unknown man.