Chapter 627: Companion
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627 Companion
Yarin's POV:
Lily was making a lot of noise. I heard that she was trying to provoke the security guards. It was still a little dangerous to put herself in that situation. Although this was her home, it could have been safer and warmer.
I tried my best to go back and forth quickly, dividing myself into many parts to search the study room for valuable clues.
Calling it a study was an understatement for this room. It could be called a small library. The bookshelves that were as high as the ceiling surrounded the place into a small maze.
In the middle of the maze was a long wooden table. The chairs on both sides were messy. Obviously, people had been having meetings, discussions, quarrels, and decisions here all day.
The only thing that could be considered neat was the stack of documents on the table. They were sorted out and bound with bookmarks or paper clips, lying quietly on the table.
I split into several of myself and quickly read through all the documents. In the end, I found that there was nothing useful.
Thinking about it, it made sense. How could that kind of confidential information be placed on the table so casually?
Could the document have been taken away? Was it my parents? Or Francis or Aunt Teresa.
Just as I was hesitating on which direction to go first, a 'me' suddenly said, "Come here and take a look! Is this something special here?"
Many 'me' swarmed over and asked what that 'me' had found.
"There seems to be a secret compartment here," that 'me' said. "I felt some protruding marks on the bookshelf and knocked on it. I found that it was hollow. Maybe it was a secret compartment!"
"Open it and take a look!"
More 'me's suggested, but that 'me' said, "I've tried. It can't be opened with force. This bookshelf is actually made of metal. I don't have the strength to open it alone. We have to ourselves together."
However, another 'me' asked, "Must we open it by force? Wouldn't that leave an irreparable mark? Don't we have to try to reduce the signs we leave behind?"
Therefore, we had to find the mechanism or keyhole to open the secret compartment.
Soon, we found a square on the side of the bookshelf that could be lifted. There was a keyhole hidden inside.
"Looks like it's an old design," I sighed in relief. "It'd be troublesome if I had to enter the password."
A 'me' gradually melted and transformed, seeping into the keyhole to fiddle with the lock pages. Soon, with a click, the secret compartment was opened.
'We' exclaimed and immediately ran to the secret compartment to read the thin pieces of paper.
Sure enough, it recorded detailed information about the Lily of the Valley and the suspects who had been caught and those who had not yet been caught.
To my surprise, not all of them were humans. Half belonged to supernatural races, such as witches, demons, humans, and even werewolves.
This made me exceptionally angry. Even if they were stray werewolves, they at least recognized their identity as werewolves. These traitors killed their kind just to beg for mercy from the other races!
There was a fax machine and a printer in the study. I was about to copy some information and leave when I heard the study door being pushed open.
Oh no, Aunt Teresa was back!
It only took me about ten seconds to reach the center of the study. I only had enough time to restore everything in the secret compartment and then split it into smaller units to hide in the gaps between the bookshelves and the books.
Aunt Teresa sat back at the desk. I tried to restore everything, hoping she didn't notice anything strange. However, she was a very cautious person. She seemed to have noticed something wrong. She carefully observed the table, stood up, and walked to the secret compartment.
She opened the flip of the pearl ring on her hand, and a small key popped out. She used the key to open the secret compartment and carefully checked for anything unusual inside.
In the end, she didn't see anything and thought she was just paranoid. She sat back at the desk and went back to work. I also took advantage of this and ran back to the vent one by one, leaving without any danger.
I recalled Lily's plan and went to the top floor to look for her, but I found a few burly bodyguards guarding her door. I had to enter the room through the ventilation duct.
Seeing me, Lily, sitting by the bed, immediately stood up and asked, "Well? Did you find it?"
"It went well." I nodded. "Although Aunt Teresa came back in the end, and I didn't have time to make a copy, I remembered most of the information. I have a good memory. Believe me, I won't forget them even after ten years."
"That's good." Lily didn't ask further. "We'll talk about it later. The most important thing is that you have to leave here as soon as possible. Security will come in every half an hour to check if I'm here. I don't think I can leave with you tonight at least. You go first. I'll think of a way to escape and find you."
"We can leave together. We'll be far away in half an hour," I said anxiously.
"Perhaps, but that would put us in a very passive position. My mother is going crazy. She will look for me in the entire city. This will bring us a lot of obstacles. So it's okay for me to stay. You have to go, Yarin."
Standing in the shadows of the street, I looked worriedly at the lit window. Lily seemed to have seen me too. She waved her hand and said silently, "Be careful."
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627 Companion
Yarin's POV:
Lily was making a lot of noise. I heard that she was trying to provoke the security guards. It was still a little dangerous to put herself in that situation. Although this was her home, it could have been safer and warmer.
I tried my best to go back and forth quickly, dividing myself into many parts to search the study room for valuable clues.
Calling it a study was an understatement for this room. It could be called a small library. The bookshelves that were as high as the ceiling surrounded the place into a small maze.
In the middle of the maze was a long wooden table. The chairs on both sides were messy. Obviously, people had been having meetings, discussions, quarrels, and decisions here all day.
The only thing that could be considered neat was the stack of documents on the table. They were sorted out and bound with bookmarks or paper clips, lying quietly on the table.
I split into several of myself and quickly read through all the documents. In the end, I found that there was nothing useful.
Thinking about it, it made sense. How could that kind of confidential information be placed on the table so casually?
Could the document have been taken away? Was it my parents? Or Francis or Aunt Teresa.
Just as I was hesitating on which direction to go first, a 'me' suddenly said, "Come here and take a look! Is this something special here?"
Many 'me' swarmed over and asked what that 'me' had found.
"There seems to be a secret compartment here," that 'me' said. "I felt some protruding marks on the bookshelf and knocked on it. I found that it was hollow. Maybe it was a secret compartment!"
"Open it and take a look!"
More 'me's suggested, but that 'me' said, "I've tried. It can't be opened with force. This bookshelf is actually made of metal. I don't have the strength to open it alone. We have to ourselves together."
However, another 'me' asked, "Must we open it by force? Wouldn't that leave an irreparable mark? Don't we have to try to reduce the signs we leave behind?"
Therefore, we had to find the mechanism or keyhole to open the secret compartment.
Soon, we found a square on the side of the bookshelf that could be lifted. There was a keyhole hidden inside.
"Looks like it's an old design," I sighed in relief. "It'd be troublesome if I had to enter the password."
A 'me' gradually melted and transformed, seeping into the keyhole to fiddle with the lock pages. Soon, with a click, the secret compartment was opened.
'We' exclaimed and immediately ran to the secret compartment to read the thin pieces of paper.
Sure enough, it recorded detailed information about the Lily of the Valley and the suspects who had been caught and those who had not yet been caught.
To my surprise, not all of them were humans. Half belonged to supernatural races, such as witches, demons, humans, and even werewolves.
This made me exceptionally angry. Even if they were stray werewolves, they at least recognized their identity as werewolves. These traitors killed their kind just to beg for mercy from the other races!
There was a fax machine and a printer in the study. I was about to copy some information and leave when I heard the study door being pushed open.
Oh no, Aunt Teresa was back!
It only took me about ten seconds to reach the center of the study. I only had enough time to restore everything in the secret compartment and then split it into smaller units to hide in the gaps between the bookshelves and the books.
Aunt Teresa sat back at the desk. I tried to restore everything, hoping she didn't notice anything strange. However, she was a very cautious person. She seemed to have noticed something wrong. She carefully observed the table, stood up, and walked to the secret compartment.
She opened the flip of the pearl ring on her hand, and a small key popped out. She used the key to open the secret compartment and carefully checked for anything unusual inside.
In the end, she didn't see anything and thought she was just paranoid. She sat back at the desk and went back to work. I also took advantage of this and ran back to the vent one by one, leaving without any danger.
I recalled Lily's plan and went to the top floor to look for her, but I found a few burly bodyguards guarding her door. I had to enter the room through the ventilation duct.
Seeing me, Lily, sitting by the bed, immediately stood up and asked, "Well? Did you find it?"
"It went well." I nodded. "Although Aunt Teresa came back in the end, and I didn't have time to make a copy, I remembered most of the information. I have a good memory. Believe me, I won't forget them even after ten years."
"That's good." Lily didn't ask further. "We'll talk about it later. The most important thing is that you have to leave here as soon as possible. Security will come in every half an hour to check if I'm here. I don't think I can leave with you tonight at least. You go first. I'll think of a way to escape and find you."
"We can leave together. We'll be far away in half an hour," I said anxiously.
"Perhaps, but that would put us in a very passive position. My mother is going crazy. She will look for me in the entire city. This will bring us a lot of obstacles. So it's okay for me to stay. You have to go, Yarin."
Standing in the shadows of the street, I looked worriedly at the lit window. Lily seemed to have seen me too. She waved her hand and said silently, "Be careful."
627 Companion Yarin's POV: Lily was making a lot of noise. I heard that she was trying to provoke the security guards. It was still a little dangerous to put herself in that situation. Although this was her home, it could have been safer and warmer. I tried my best to go back and forth quickly, dividing myself into many parts to search the study room for valuable clues. Calling it a study was an understatement for this room. It could be called a small library. The bookshelves that were as high as the ceiling surrounded the place into a small maze. In the middle of the maze was a long wooden table. The chairs on both sides were messy. Obviously, people had been having meetings, discussions, quarrels, and decisions here all day. The only thing that could be considered neat was the stack of documents on the table. They were sorted out and bound with bookmarks or paper clips, lying quietly on the table. I split into several of myself and quickly read through all the documents. In the end, I found that there was nothing useful. Thinking about it, it made sense. How could that kind of confidential information be placed on the table so casually? Could the document have been taken away? Was it my parents? Or Francis or Aunt Teresa. Just as I was hesitating on which direction to go first, a 'me' suddenly said, "Come here and take a look! Is this something special here?" Many 'me' swarmed over and asked what that 'me' had found. "There seems to be a secret compartment here," that 'me' said. "I felt some protruding marks on the bookshelf and knocked on it. I found that it was hollow. Maybe it was a secret compartment!" "Open it and take a look!" More 'me's suggested, but that 'me' said, "I've tried. It can't be opened with force. This bookshelf is actually made of metal. I don't have the strength to open it alone. We have to ourselves together." However, another 'me' asked, "Must we open it by force? Wouldn't that leave an irreparable mark? Don't we have to try to reduce the signs we leave behind?" Therefore, we had to find the mechanism or keyhole to open the secret compartment. Soon, we found a square on the side of the bookshelf that could be lifted. There was a keyhole hidden inside. "Looks like it's an old design," I sighed in relief. "It'd be troublesome if I had to enter the password." A 'me' gradually melted and transformed, seeping into the keyhole to fiddle with the lock pages. Soon, with a click, the secret compartment was opened. 'We' exclaimed and immediately ran to the secret compartment to read the thin pieces of paper. Sure enough, it recorded detailed information about the Lily of the Valley and the suspects who had been caught and those who had not yet been caught. To my surprise, not all of them were humans. Half belonged to supernatural races, such as witches, demons, humans, and even werewolves. This made me exceptionally angry. Even if they were stray werewolves, they at least recognized their identity as werewolves. These traitors killed their kind just to beg for mercy from the other races! There was a fax machine and a printer in the study. I was about to copy some information and leave when I heard the study door being pushed open. Oh no, Aunt Teresa was back! It only took me about ten seconds to reach the center of the study. I only had enough time to restore everything in the secret compartment and then split it into smaller units to hide in the gaps between the bookshelves and the books. Aunt Teresa sat back at the desk. I tried to restore everything, hoping she didn't notice anything strange. However, she was a very cautious person. She seemed to have noticed something wrong. She carefully observed the table, stood up, and walked to the secret compartment. She opened the flip of the pearl ring on her hand, and a small key popped out. She used the key to open the secret compartment and carefully checked for anything unusual inside. In the end, she didn't see anything and thought she was just paranoid. She sat back at the desk and went back to work. I also took advantage of this and ran back to the vent one by one, leaving without any danger. I recalled Lily's plan and went to the top floor to look for her, but I found a few burly bodyguards guarding her door. I had to enter the room through the ventilation duct. Seeing me, Lily, sitting by the bed, immediately stood up and asked, "Well? Did you find it?" "It went well." I nodded. "Although Aunt Teresa came back in the end, and I didn't have time to make a copy, I remembered most of the information. I have a good memory. Believe me, I won't forget them even after ten years." "That's good." Lily didn't ask further. "We'll talk about it later. The most important thing is that you have to leave here as soon as possible. Security will come in every half an hour to check if I'm here. I don't think I can leave with you tonight at least. You go first. I'll think of a way to escape and find you." "We can leave together. We'll be far away in half an hour," I said anxiously. "Perhaps, but that would put us in a very passive position. My mother is going crazy. She will look for me in the entire city. This will bring us a lot of obstacles. So it's okay for me to stay. You have to go, Yarin." Standing in the shadows of the street, I looked worriedly at the lit window. Lily seemed to have seen me too. She waved her hand and said silently, "Be careful."
