634 Discovered
Yarin's POV:
The chirping of the sparrows also attracted the attention of the criminals, but they didn't care after seeing that it was just a bird.
"Tilda, wait a minute." Ram stopped the woman. "Are you sure you still want to go? You might not be able to make it in ti to retreat with most of the people. You know that after you miss this opportunity, the higher-ups won't send anyone to help you."
"It doesn't matter, and I didn't want to leave anyway," Tilda said. "You know Constance is in charge of this operation. I was so annoyed with him that I was about to die. Rather than going back to see his pretty face, I should stay here. It was quite a comfortable life to be a handyman."
"You fear Constance more than death," Ram teased.
"I won't say this again, b*tch."
Seeing Tilda raise her gun, Ram imdiately raised his hands to signal surrender. He laughed and said, "Alright, I apologize to you, Ma'am."
The sparrow stayed at the window for a few seconds before flying away. There seed to be so silence outside the warehouse. I wondered if the police and soldiers had already arrived.
Marty had already turned around and walked out. Tilda stayed no longer, and Ram had already started spreading plastic sheets on the ground.
As I was about to split myself up and follow them, Marty suddenly stopped and looked at cautiously.
I was shocked and held my breath. A few seconds later, I realized that Marty hadn't noticed . He was looking at the ventilation window above my head, where the sparrow had just stopped.
"Sothing's not right." He stared at the empty window. "The garbage dump has a bird-repelling device. Generally speaking, birds don't break in here."
His comnt imdiately alerted the other two. Tilda took out her pistol and asked, "Go take a look?"
"Go up and take a look, Lambert."
The seemingly thick-skinned cleaner smiled dangerously. His mouth was full of malice. He pulled out a dagger and held it in his hand. He walked toward without hiding his footsteps.
I imdiately followed the shadows and corners of the pile of junk and scattered myself into the tattered boxes and paper boxes to ensure I didn't expose any of my flesh.
Ram was already in front of . I could feel him carefully observing every corner.
I held my breath - my lungs were divided into several parts but continued to function.
I imagined my next move in the face of any possibility.
About half a minute later, Ram turned around and said, "Nothing, lads, I think it's just a starving bird."
The thick atmosphere was instantly lifted because of what he said.
"Want to go for a drink later, Marty? This is his last day in the werewolf city, and it was worth rembering," Lamb's voice faded away.
"Let's talk about it when we return," Marty refused. "It's a critical mont. Don't invite trouble. I'll go guard outside. Hurry up."
They dispersed. As the door opened and closed, only the sound of Ram humming and brushing the floor was left in the warehouse.
I quietly poked my head out and reached out my tentacles to see what was happening. However, there was no one in sight. Even Lamb had disappeared, leaving only Anthony's hideous body casually placed on a plastic sheet.
Where was he?
I tried to stretch out a little more tentacle to look elsewhere, but a teasing voice suddenly sounded in my ear, "Wow, what is this? Werewolves co in this snot-like form?"
I was shocked and felt my non-existent hair standing on end. My tentacles turned around and saw that Ram was hiding in the corner of the junk and looking at with a smile. The innocence and curiosity on his face were disgusting.
Had he discovered ?
How did he find ?
"Urgh, that's disgusting. What the hell is this? Sli? Does this thing exist?"
A cold female voice suddenly asked. It turned out that Tilda had not left at all. She was hiding behind the ajar door.
"An unexpected guest," said Marty, who had not left yet. "Uninvited guests are so annoying. You'd better tell why you're here, damn you, or you'll be able to be Anthony's travel companion."
I was exposed. The three of them surrounded , and with the wall behind , I had nowhere to go.
I tightened my body into a ball and carefully observed, looking for an opportunity to break through the encirclent.
"Have you always been like this? Or is it just a disguise? I'm not sure." Lamb asked excitedly. "Supernatural races are always so fascinating. I can't wait to start studying your secrets."
He smiled nervously, the sharp scalpel in his hand flashing with a cold light.
A few more sparrows flew over. The police and soldiers were surrounding this area. I realized that I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. I had to try my best to stall for ti.
So I simulated a rough adult male voice and asked, "How did you find ?"
"This is a warehouse in which this is the first ti anyone has set foot for months, sir. The dust on the garbage should be thicker than the mustard in a burger. And the place where you were hiding was as clean as the floor I had just finished brushing for a minute."
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