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Chapter 670: Dried Flowers
Chapter 670: Dried Flowers
Chapter 670: Dried Flowers
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Yarin's POV:
When I was young, I heard the story of Thumbelina. I was curious about how such a small person lived in this world. Now, I finally understood the bitterness of a fairytale character.
Even the caterpillars crawled faster than me. A corridor of more than ten meters was like a marathon to me.
I had to constantly absorb the dead things around me to satisfy my energy consumption, so the floor and carpet I crawled on were always full of holes and rough. Fortunately, the surroundings were a complete mess, so this bit of chaos was not eye-catching at all.
I tried my best not to look at those 'details' and pretended not to understand their true meaning. Too much anger wasn't good for my current situation. I had to become indifferent to get what I wanted temporarily.
Finally, after running more than ten marathons, I found a stronghold of the Lily of the Valley. There weren't many people who belonged to the Lily of the Valley in the station. They only occupied part of the building but gathered around the stronghold to carry out their activities.
There were a total of twenty people in this stronghold. They were guarding thirty hostages, of which only five were werewolves, and the rest were humans. The hostages were pale, and their clothes were ragged. A few of them were injured and could only be bandaged with cloth torn from their clothes.
No one had been tortured here. The abuse of the old man that the main body had seen seemed not a common phenomenon. However, this also meant that the people in the Lily of the Valley were mixed with good and bad people, which was not good for some unlucky hostages.
The criminals in this stronghold did not participate in the battle on the fourth floor. They were bored, daydreaming, chatting, or intimidating the hostages for fun.
They formed a faint circle, protecting a box in the center.
It was a plain black wooden box, painted thick black, with only a silver border on the opening. The box wasn't locked, but judging by how carefully the criminals protected it, it must be precious.
Precious but not locked. Either the box could lock itself, or the thing in the box was extremely dangerous, so dangerous that no one wanted to steal it.
Which situation would it be? I was leaning toward the first possibility. If the thing in the box were hazardous, these criminals wouldn't look like they had no protection and could still chat leisurely.
I had to find a way to see what was inside.
This cell that had been converted from a lounge was not very spacious. Although the people were not close to each other, they were still squeezed together. This made it easier for me to move. I successfully arrived at the table under the cover of the crowd.
There was still a broken tablecloth hanging on the table. I seeped into the tablecloth and moved to the side of the box. First, I checked to see if a hidden mechanism could open it. Of course, I didn't find anything.
Since I couldn't open the case, I'd have to let the criminal open it himself.
I hid under the box and blew myself into little bubbles like at the Moonlight Festival. Then, I burst like a tiny explosion coming from inside the box.
The sound was accompanied by the slight shaking of the box, which naturally attracted the attention of the criminals.
"What the hell is that?" Someone cursed, but no one acted rashly.
The underlings all looked at the person who seemed to be the leader of the house. Someone asked, "It seems to be the voice coming from the box. Why not we... Let's open it and take a look?"
The man was immediately slapped.
The leader angrily scolded, "Come at me if you dare! Damn it, who knows what the hell is inside. The higher-ups have repeatedly ordered us not to open it. It can do whatever it wants. Anyway, when they ask, we'll say that we didn't open the box and don't know what happened."
How could this be?
When I heard that this group of cowardly criminals chose to ignore it, I immediately increased the intensity of my mischief. The entire table shook as a result, and the rumbling became louder and louder as if the box would explode in the next second.
The leader couldn't help but care about this. After thinking about it, his fear of the Lily of the Valley prevailed. He was afraid that his superiors would hold him accountable because of the things in the box, so he pouted at the person who was slapped first and gestured to him, "Go, open it and see what's inside."
The unlucky guy who was beaten up immediately shook his head. However, after being slapped twice, he nodded reluctantly from the leader's domineering power.
The box was unlocked as it appeared on the surface. The unlucky guy took a garland-shaped badge from the leader and placed it on the box.
A second later, the top of the box seemed to melt and gradually swallowed the badge into its body. It looked like a decoration was embedded in the box.
The box opened quietly from the part with the silver edge. The unlucky guy gulped, slowly opened the box, and looked inside.
A withered lily of the night flower was at the bottom of the box. Other than that, there was nothing else.
"Boss, it's just a flower," the unlucky guy said.
As I retracted my hair-like feelers from the box, he said, "I heard from 'Broken Bottle' that their team can only enter and exit freely with the dried flowers given by the higher-ups."