Chapter 395 The Strange Package

Qian Duwei—in 01 seconds, changed her mind and shifted the blame onto Amuro Tooru, a person who should not have been blamed at all.

Qianzhu brought out a small bowl from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table. The small bowl contained lemon jelly.

After glancing at it, Bertrand released his grip on 01, scrambled to his feet, stared at the bouncy jelly for a few seconds, picked up a spoon, scooped out a little, tasted it, smacked his lips, and hissed.

Qianzhu calmly put the jelly away, muttering to herself as she walked back to the kitchen, "Did I really put in too much lemon juice...?"

Bertrand took out a bag of lime-flavored potato chips from his bag and started crunching them down, when suddenly he remembered something.

"Oh right, I asked Fu-chan to buy me a lemon mini cake."

After quickly finishing the potato chips, Bertrand ran to the kitchen, snuggled up with Qianzhu, and happily returned to the organization's safe house.

Inside the kitchen, Qianzhu was still pondering what to do with the overly sour lemon jelly.

He glanced at the time and put the jelly back in the refrigerator.

Just as I was about to go wash up, the doorbell rang outside.

"Um?"

Qianzhu glanced in the direction of the door with a puzzled look, put down what she was holding, and went to open the door.

"Hello! Are you Mr. Chino? There's a package for you. Please sign here."

A courier dressed in a delivery company uniform handed the package to Qianzhu and pointed to the delivery slip, asking him to sign it.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Qianzhu responded softly, took a pen from the cabinet next to her, and signed her name.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qianzhu smiled and nodded as she took the package.

The deliveryman took off his hat at him and hurriedly returned to his car to head to the next delivery.

After closing the door, Qianzhu looked at the package in her hand with a puzzled expression, then returned to the living room and glanced at the sender and recipient.

01 leaned over and took a look.

'The Weeping Star'? What a... strange name.

It muttered a speechless complaint.

Qianzhu smiled helplessly, looked through the package box, and picked up a small knife from the cabinet under the coffee table to open it.

"More importantly, the sender doesn't seem to be someone I know..."

01 instantly became alert and secretly scanned and checked the package.

No danger warning popped up, and the little furball felt a little relieved.

After opening the package, a series of plush rabbit toys, rendered in a horrifying manner, came into view.

01: [！！！]

[What's this! ? ]

Seeing the pile of obviously scary plush toys, the little furball immediately bristled.

Qianzhu calmly took one out and looked at it, then brought it close and gently smelled the red marks on it.

"It looks like... chicken blood."

[Ahhh, Host, please don't smell random things!]

01 shook her hand and quickly took the plush rabbit from his hand.

"It's alright." Qianzhu smiled, reached out and took back the plush rabbit, which was several sizes larger than 01, and casually placed it on the coffee table next to her.

I took all the rabbits out of the package and placed them aside; sure enough, there were more things underneath.

A piece of paper and a letter.

The paper was a typical threatening letter made up of words cut from newspapers.

The text above reads:

"The stars weep silently, the wind howls in response, and the night shrouds fear. I eagerly await your arrival; if possible, I will take you to see hell. My dear Mr. Jingmu."