"Was Brother Li also dragged away by the flowers?" Han Meimei's heart trembled. As the prey who had once turned on the flashlight and been marked by the roses?
“We turned over the soil in the backyard, but there was nothing there.”
“I’m more inclined to believe that these flowers were deliberately planted by people from the Academy of Sciences, who are well aware of their habits. For example, they attacked two people, which already met the ‘quota.’ Li Lei and the other college student were hidden in a corner as reserve food, and the people from the Academy of Sciences knew about them in advance and took them away. The three people who are unconscious are very likely to be the roses’ next prey, since they are already powerless. Of course, there is another reason for their unconsciousness, such as the old man who was awakened in the middle of the night and tried to save Li Lei but fell into a coma instead.” Sun Han said softly to Han Meimei. If the people from the Academy of Sciences were involved, it at least proves that Li Lei still has a chance to live.
Han Meimei nervously bit her knuckles, "But...but when I mentioned that two people were missing, the people in protective suits didn't refute it."
“There are two missing people, that’s right.” Cheng Shuang tilted her head, recalling the leader’s actions, and guessed, “Different division of labor and different responsibilities. Those people even had to check the tablet to confirm who exactly was staying there. Their duty was probably limited to bringing back unconscious people. It’s not surprising that the old man, being old, would leave a deep impression on them, but the situation of the ‘missing’ people might not be within their scope of responsibility.”
"The so-called staff members weren't very harmonious." Du Jun recalled yesterday's events. He had only encountered four staff members and walked a short distance, yet he had managed to deduce a major drama unfolding. It seems that workplaces everywhere are inevitably rife with backstabbing and intrigue.
"Sister Han, how is Grandpa doing?" Cheng Shuang asked with concern. She still needed to consider the situation of the grandfather and grandson, and if the old man's condition did not improve, she was also struggling to decide whether to tell Lianrong some things.
"Alright, I see the bluish tinge on your face has faded quite a bit, and your breathing is more stable, not as weak as before," Han Meimei said.
"So the antidote worked!" The little girl was first happy, then surprised. "Old Axe mentioned that the antidote is basically effective against the poisons of most cold-blooded animals or insects, such as snakes, lizards, and spiders. If it was the rose that attacked them, then it should be considered a plant poison, right..." She scratched her cheek, a little confused.
"Don't you think the way roses travel is not much different from that of cold-blooded animals?" Du Jun asked her in return.
Cheng Shuang's eyes lit up. "Could it be that roses have snake genes?"
“This is beyond our knowledge,” Sun Han said helplessly, spreading his hands. “But Du Jun and I didn’t have much trouble dealing with the roses in the backyard. Although their stems are tougher than ordinary flowers, they don’t have any corrosive or knocking-out effects. However, the thorns can be used for attack.” As he spoke, he took out a rose vine with long, slender tendrils and three bright flowers on it.
"Look, the thorns are elastic." With long, slender fingers, he pinched three flowers and was about to pull them down forcefully when the sharp thorns hidden under the petals suddenly emerged, stretching from half a centimeter to three centimeters in length. As they stretched, they became thinner and thinner. Even when Sun Han released his hand in time, they still stubbornly pricked his fingers until, for some unknown reason, they lost some strength and slowly withdrew.
Looking again, the flowers were not as bright as before, which must have had a significant impact on them being removed from the soil.
"Could they be nocturnal animals?" Han Meimei pondered. "Sunlight provides ample photosynthesis, which is comparable to a well-fed and watered human being for plants. Even after a good meal, humans still want to take a comfortable nap."
"On the contrary, without the replenishment of nutrients at night, their hunting desire is even stronger, and their attack power is even greater," Du Jun added.
"So they only launch ineffective attacks during the day when they damage ornamental flowers?" Cheng Shuang asked, her gaze fixed on the long, trailing vine. "Shall we pick some and plant them? We can lock them up at night and let them out during the day to use as massage chairs!"
Several people looked at her simultaneously, their gazes all conveying the message, "You're a true logic genius..."
Du Jun patted the little girl's smooth forehead. "Wishful thinking. Does the shop have a day and night?"
Cheng Shuang covered her forehead, muttering indignantly, "Then plant it in a flowerpot, and throw it at whoever is a bad guy."
Although Sun Han agreed with the little girl's whimsical idea, which was limited to using these roses as weapons to throw at the enemy, he felt it was inappropriate to discuss too much information about the Gate of Reincarnation in front of the natives. He smiled and changed the subject, "Let's go see the old man!"
If the antidote is truly effective, it should be ready to work now.
Cheng Shuang held the vine in her hand, and the little girl would pinch the petals from time to time to stimulate the thorns, observing the shape of the thorns as they stretched out, through each increasingly weak and ineffective attack.
She suspects that the corrosive liquid secreted by the thorns turns the body's organs into blood, making it easier for the rose to absorb.
However, the very tips of the thorns were as thin as needles, and it was impossible to tell what they were for a while. The vine, however, was completely wilted after being tormented by the little girl, and even the three flowers on the vine showed signs of withering.
"Xiao He, what are you doing with that weed?" Lian Rong, who was inside the house, smiled as she saw the group enter. She spotted Cheng Shuang dragging a vine across the threshold, stood up, and naturally went to greet her. "If you like, I'll pick some fresh flowers for you to play with, okay?"
The little girl tilted her head, carefully observed her expression, and saw a hint of guilt in her eyes. She saw her tense body looking at her expectantly, smiled, and asked, "Grandpa, are you feeling better?"
"Alright, alright!" Lianrong's expression immediately relaxed upon hearing her question, and her tone became more enthusiastic. "I woke up for a while, then fell asleep again."
Did Grandpa say anything?
Lianrong scratched her head awkwardly and stammered, "I...I'm sorry, Xiaohe, I'm sorry everyone, I've caused you all trouble!" Her face turned red, and she bowed deeply to Cheng Shuang, then bent down to the others.
"It's my fault. I was thoughtless and impulsive, and... I even misunderstood that Xiaohe was reluctant to give up the medicine to save my grandfather. I was too impulsive and hurt Xiaohe!"
When the old man woke up and saw his granddaughter crying, full of resentment and worry, he immediately imagined that during his unconsciousness, Lianrong and her teammates had had some kind of conflict, big or small. After questioning her, he gleaned a simple conclusion from Lianrong's fragmented words: his granddaughter had offended almost all of her teammates, and yet the young girl was still willing to give him medicine—it was truly…
In order to break down this barrier, the old man repeatedly instructed Lianrong to apologize in a timely manner.
Seeing that her grandfather was safe and sound, Lianrong, regaining her composure, realized that her reaction had been excessive and hurtful, which is why she offered this bow.
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