Chapter 1027 Cemetery

London time, 3:50 p.m.

"Um... where are we going?" Walter asked weakly.

In a taxi on the way to Hampstead Heath, Walter finally got his chance to question a certain red-haired tyrant.

A while ago, knowledgeable doctors and vase assistants discovered clues left by a Valkyrie before modern times in the ruins of Yellowstone Lake. After Einstein's speculation, the clues pointed to London, England, where their original laboratory was located.

So they flew back, and in the National Museum in Londonderry, they extracted a metal called resonant soul steel and brought it back to the laboratory for analysis. They eventually obtained a video and encrypted clues left by the Valkyrie, the latter of which was temporarily handed over by Einstein to a supercomputer from a previous civilization in the laboratory for processing.

Einstein and Tesla became idle, the Finn stayed in the United States, and Walter really started to do the work of an assistant - planning the entertainment activities of the two doctors.

"what……?"

[Red-haired Tyrant] Tesla tilted her head and looked at him. Her eyes were like those of a student who was not paying attention in class. But then she remembered, "Oh, yeah, when I called to make the appointment, you and that guy Einstein were still playing the stone game... The place we are going to this time is the cemetery, Highgate Cemetery."

"cemetery?!"

Walter yelled, not knowing why he had to go to such a place, to which Tesla responded: "What's the fuss? I'm not going to bury you."

"..."

"By the way, do you know what's in that big bag you put in the trunk?"

Tesla's words made Walter shake his head. "No matter what I say, I don't have special abilities like X-ray vision, right?"

"Tsk, do you have rhinitis? You can't even smell the cat food?" Tesla leaned back in his seat and hugged his chest.

“I’ve never had a cat…”

"Wouldn't you drool a little while smelling it?"

"You think I'm a cat!" Walter got excited.

"Same, right? There's no difference anyway." Tesla waved his hand indifferently.

"It's a big difference, okay?!"

“Pfft… You’re the only one who would refute it so seriously, right?” Tesla laughed, holding his stomach and wiping away the tears from his eyes.

"... Let's not talk about this. Why are we going to the cemetery to feed cats?" Walter changed the subject.

"Well... I'm used to it, I guess. After all, I was forced to volunteer there for five months in the first half of the year." Now it was Tesla's turn to hesitate.

"Forcing you... to volunteer... in the cemetery? What's going on?" Walter was a little curious.

"What's the situation... The court sentenced you to do volunteer work, how can you not go?" Tesla thought of the bad past and his face looked very unhappy.

"Court? Have you violated any laws related to cemeteries? Besides, don't all members of the organization have judicial immunity?" Walter felt that the members of the Destiny Organization should not be stumped by a small court, right?

"...Can the treaties signed between the organization and various governments include drunk driving?" Tesla said it after hesitating for a moment.

"What? Drunk driving?" Walter looked at her in confusion.

"Why do you think we had to take the subway or a taxi after the Finns left last time? Wasn't it because of that damn Scotland Yard?! They had to revoke my driver's license!" Tesla was so angry that he punched the driver's seat. From the rearview mirror, it could be seen that the middle-aged man driving the car was hesitant to speak.

“This…it sounds like it’s all your fault…” Walter carefully moved away, fearing that this violent red-haired girl would punch him in the head.

"What do you mean it's my fault... It's obviously because their standards are set in a weird way! I don't feel anything at all!" Tesla was furious. She was so busy with work and she had no time to retake the test after her driver's license was revoked!

"This, this, this... If you can 'feel' it yourself, then it would be terrible, right?!" Walter was somewhat thankful that he could still see this drunkard, and at the same time, he secretly thanked the police who revoked Tesla's driver's license.

"Ahem, anyway, I spent all the weekends in the first half of the year in the cemetery... But it's actually pretty good. The place called Highgate is more like a 'historic site' than a 'cemetery'." Tesla coughed, obviously not wanting to say more on this topic.

"…Ancient relics?" Walter didn't understand.

"You'll know when you get there."

London time, 4:20 p.m.

Ms. Elizabeth Jackson, who died in May 1839, could never have imagined that in the decades after her death, the place where she was resting would gradually evolve into a unique cemetery with a variety of burial styles and a unique landscape of its own - even the surrounding villas would become hot-selling items.

Naturally, in such a park-like place, there are cats.

"Huh? It's Pandu."

Tesla looked in one direction, and when Walter followed his gaze, he saw nothing, so he asked, "Is Pandu the name of the cat?"

"Well, as a cat with a certain part perfectly [cut off], don't you think this name is very suitable?" Tesla nodded, and as if the cute sterilized cat had disappeared, she withdrew her gaze.

"...I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."

"It's nothing, I just borrowed the name of a boring character in a boring story..."

Obviously, what was in Tesla's brain was beyond the comprehension of an ordinary person like Walter, so she didn't explain. "That's right! Give me half of the cat food in the bag!"

"Half? Can a cat eat so much?" Having said that, Walter still obediently handed over the bag of cat food.

"What are you thinking about? It's such a big garden, and it's this time now - wouldn't it be reasonable to act separately?" Tesla said as he distributed cat food, not caring at all about Walter's pale face.

"Divide, act separately? Here?" Walter shuddered involuntarily as he looked at the gloomy environment around him.

"Are you so courageous as a grown man? Here, the map. I will definitely stay in the East District, so... the entire West District is up to you!" Tesla impatiently threw a piece of thin paper over, and then disappeared from Walter's sight without paying attention to his pleading eyes.