Seeing that Han Meimei had adjusted her mindset, Du Jun changed the subject at the right time, "There are no staff members in the tool shed on the ridge. Their office area and residential area are guarded, and you can't just go in."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Shuang exclaimed, "So those protective suits came uninvited?" The girl snorted, "They knew an accident would happen all along." She briefly recounted her findings, and the moment she struck down, not only did blood spurt out, but a section of Zhou Lang's chest also collapsed.
"And there are roses all over the wall. Do you think it's possible that a rose thorn pierced Zhou Lang's body?"
"No wonder you asked me if roses have thorns?" Han Meimei said in surprise, "But that's not right. Rose thorns seem to be bigger than the blood holes on a corpse, and they can't be that dense. A bunch of flowers has at most three or four thorns."
"What if it's a mutation!" Cheng Shuang sniffed her hands, noticing a strange smell. She replied casually, "This is the Academy of Sciences. People can fly, so why can't flowers have thorns?"
The little girl shook herself. "I'm going to take a shower first. I feel like I'm covered in blood."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Han Meimei asked in return.
Cheng Shuang politely declined, then pointed to the old man's room in front of her.
Han Meimei immediately understood and sighed.
If Lianrong's emotions continue to be so unstable, who knows what she might do? Sun Han and Du Jun are not good people to talk to, and she already harbors resentment towards the young girl. Now, only I can offer a few words of advice, at least before the old man wakes up, so that no more complications arise.
Han Meimei went to find Lianrong for this temporary team, while Sun Han and Du Jun prepared to cut a few bunches of roses to study without thinking. The more clues they had, the better it would be for them to break into the office area.
They searched everywhere in the courtyard, but since they couldn't find Li Lei, he was likely taken to the Academy of Sciences' office area.
Following Cheng Shuang's line of thought, it's not so hard to understand how roses could be turned into deadly weapons, and how they could use the name of the Academy of Sciences to conduct shady experiments with rootless 'outsiders'.
The little girl naturally wouldn't bathe alone; she released Dragon Flame to accompany her in mid-air and monitor the surroundings.
Dragon Flame hated water and kept making weak howls, but they were all drowned out by the sound of the water from the showerhead. The ceiling was too low, so it had to constantly dodge the splashing water droplets and be wary of its surroundings. After a while, its protesting howls stopped on their own.
Knowing that time was of the essence, Cheng Shuang took a quick shower that only took a few minutes, changed out of the blood-stained ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), put on a new set of clothes she had brought, and prepared to leave the bathroom.
She stopped after taking only half a step.
The little girl turned around and looked at the green ceiling with an unreadable expression.
The roof of the side room is over three meters high, so why is the ceiling of the bathroom, which is also part of the side room, so low?
She had been wondering before, if something were to attack the people inside the house, how would it get in and out?
Whether it was Zhou Lang or the old man, their room doors and windows were tightly closed. Even when she thought of the roses, she could only guess that some tiny flower branches might sneak into the room through the cracks in the door and launch an attack.
But that's obviously not very reasonable. If Zhou Lang was attacked the moment he closed the door, how could they, who were all outside, have missed the movement of the rose?
Even though it was already dark, the room where Zhou Lang was staying had plenty of light, so the area in front of the doors and windows was completely exposed.
The corpse was riddled with bloody holes, something that couldn't have been done by a single flower branch. And how could they have overlooked all the numerous flower branches that had been placed inside the door crack?
Unless the unknown creature that is about to kill has been lying in ambush for a long time, waiting only for the blinding light to appear before it moves swiftly.
In addition to their photorepellency, they also have another characteristic: they bully the weak and dare to ambush individuals or groups that are asleep and have no will to resist. Otherwise, why didn't the unknown creature launch an attack when the college students were playing cards in the courtyard with flashlights for so long?
Could she perhaps consider that He Fang'er, knowing full well that they outnumbered the unknown creature and wouldn't easily launch an attack, would still stop Uncle Sun from turning on the flashlight at an inappropriate time, just to give Uncle Sun a warning?
Or perhaps, the unknown object has a locking function; even if the flashlight is off, as long as it has been on for a period of time, it will treat that person as prey and hunt them down.
Just as Cheng Shuang was about to have Xiong Baobao remove the bathroom ceiling to see if her analysis was accurate, a rustling sound came from the backyard, like rolling soil or the cracking of whips, mixed with Sun Han's wary shout, "Watch out, they're coming!"
“It’s alive!” Du Jun replied, and after a moment, he added, “Burn it!”
After a while, the commotion gradually subsided, and the little girl saw the two men, dressed in disheveled clothes and covered in mud, walking over with a lighter in one hand and dragging several clumps of vines in the other.
No wonder the roses were so foolish as to expose themselves; these two weren't there to pick flowers, they were there to raid the house!
The plants they were dragging had become so numerous that they covered the entire path.
Of course, Du Jun and Sun Han must have been engaged in a brief but fierce battle. Only when they got closer did they realize that those were not mud spots but small blue marks, which looked like the precursors to bloody holes on corpses.
Seeing that there was no blood on them, Cheng Shuang knew that they had only suffered minor injuries. Relieved, she stepped aside from the bathroom and playfully tilted her head, asking with a smile, "Want to take a shower?"
Du Jun reached out his muddy hand to scratch her nose, but the little girl nimbly dodged it. He then pointed to the ceiling and said, "It's too low. I suspect the roses climbed from the roof to the bathroom ceiling and then into all the other rooms."
The side rooms have pointed roofs with exposed beams, creating many blind spots. Because of their antique-style structure, they are easily overlooked. But if you follow the train of thought, you'll find that everything is actually right in front of you.
The two put the seemingly dead roses into their large bags and placed them into their spatial storage. After taking a combat shower, they called Han Meimei over, told her what had happened, and then began to dismantle the house.
Fortunately, the ceiling was made of ordinary aluminum alloy, and a corner was quickly removed. Sun Han, wearing white gloves, tentatively touched it inside, and it was clean and dust-free.
He carefully peered inside from the chair and immediately noticed several beams of light shining in from this dim corner. Judging from the location of the outer wall, it should be the connection point between the green tiles on the roof.
The living roses burrowed into the tiles, entered the bathroom ceiling, came drawn by the light, and returned with a bloodthirsty heart.
Tsk, do the people at the Academy of Sciences treat rose bushes like guard dogs? Do they just strangle them if a guest doesn't follow the 'rules'?
After the entire ceiling was removed, several holes were indeed seen at the end, and opposite the holes was the roof of the surrounding corridor room.
A hole the size of a fist was hidden at the intersection of the beams. If the ceiling hadn't been removed, who would have thought that the roses would follow a path to kill?
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