646 Hunger
Yarin's POV:
Did I really make the cushion disappear?
At this moment, Dr. Craig parked his car on the roadside. Of course, he heard the conversation between Heller and me. Therefore, he looked solemn immediately.
The security cars behind them also stopped. The person in charge asked about the situation. Craig didn't tell the truth. He only said that Heller and I were weak and had motion sickness. Therefore, we needed to stop and take a rest.
I searched every corner of the car and finally had to admit that this was not a joke. The furry faux fur cushion had disappeared into thin air, and I was very likely the 'real culprit'.
I used my phone to connect to the car camera and watched the scene in the car just now.
Heller and I were both drowsy; however, I soon fell asleep completely. Heller didn't feel sleepy. He soon woke up, staring at the void with lifeless eyes.
Then, he suddenly looked at me, puzzled, and reached to touch me.
Next to him, the cushion under my butt was slowly disappearing. It was as if an invisible mouth had eaten it. My hand was melting, spreading to more parts of the cushion, and more and more parts were disappearing.
I felt my hair stand on end.
It was really me!
Thinking about it, the evidence had always been in front of me. Those pillows, cups, and other things had come into contact with me. They were not far away from me. Wasn't that the distance that the melted me could spread?
Heller couldn't see anything. He kept asking me what I saw. I was utterly dumbfounded and couldn't answer his question at all.
"I'm trying to consume the cushion," I muttered in disbelief. "How did I do that? Could something have gone wrong during the last fusion, and I replaced my skin with my stomach?"
Heller said, "Then you should look pink now. Honestly, it's quite disgusting -uhm, I mean cute."
"... Thank you for your comfort."
"Alright, boys. It seems like our plan has changed again. Your strength seems to have mutated. This may be the reason why you can't use it. We have to study this."
"Are we still going to the sanatorium?"
"Of course, it's easier to guarantee the privacy there. After all, your current situation needs to be completely confidential."
July Sanatorium was located beside a river in the Silver Moon Pack, and it could occupy nearly four hectares of space in the city where every inch of land was expensive.
This place was completely private. Only a few elderly or sick people from the Silver Moon Family would come here to recuperate. Since most of the visits were in July, this place was named July Sanatorium.
As Aunt Teresa had said, there were a few peacocks and flocks of swans here. They were domesticated and very docile. They would retract their sharp beaks and webbed claws to anyone and use their beautiful feathers to please the visitors.
They no longer looked like birds but more like clockwork toys.
I wasn't interested in them at all. They made my chest feel indescribably tight, so I asked someone to capture them and send them away.
My mom was still very busy. She and Dad took time to video call me, telling me not to be afraid and to listen to the doctor and the werewolf grandmaster. Aunt Dorothy was rushing over from the Lycan pack.
"Isn't the Silver Moon Pack under lockdown?" I asked.
"It's a special case," my mom said. "We had some hope that you could recover independently, but things will only get more complicated now. We need more knowledgeable werewolf grandmasters to help, such as your Aunt Dorothy. I've already given her a special pass, so she can pass without hindrance."
"How are things on your side? Are the injured werewolves alright? It was said that even after purification, they would still have the side effect of mental disorders. Is there any hope of recovery?"
"The side effects are only temporary. Based on the current observations, the chaotic mental world will slowly recover. It won't cause permanent damage."
Even though she was full of hope, for some reason, I felt that my mom's attitude toward this was a little wrong.
"Anyway, be good, okay? Don't worry about Dad and me. We'll take care of everything."
My mom said a few words quickly and hung up the phone. I heard people coming in and out of her side.
As the investigation continued, more and more things surfaced, but more and more mysteries were revealed. On the surface, it seemed that the Lily of the Valley was taking revenge on the werewolves, but was the failure of a smuggling operation worth such a big move?
This made people wonder if there was something else going on.
Craig brought some things for me to experiment on. They were my clothes, used pens, combs, and other things. Other than that, there were some new things that I had never touched before. Among these test subjects, there were organic products, as well as living things like flowers and plants.
I tried it, but nothing happened. Nothing changed. It was as if everything that happened in the car was just an illusion.
"Maybe we found the wrong conditions?" I said. "I've been 'swallowing' the things that have disappeared unconsciously. Perhaps I'll have to put myself to sleep first."
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