Chapter 278 The Crematorium


    Sylvia''s POV:


    Once everyone had gone, Flora and Warren headed up to the roof to meet me.


    "Sylvia, what''s going on? What happened to you and Prince Rufus?" Flora looked anxious. "The


    soldiers are searching all over the imperial city for you."


    "Rufus is still in aa. He''s temporarily ced in a safe ce somewhere outside the city." With a


    heavy heart, I bit my lip. "I know all the werewolves are talking about how crazy Rufus was and his


    murder. If the lycan king finds us, we''ll be doomed."


    "We did hear about the news and assumed the situation was serious. When we couldn''t get in touch


    with you, we took to the streets to try our luck. I did not expect to hear your namee out of that


    stupid man''s mouth when we arrived. Thankfully, we found you and followed you all the way here."


    Flora''s face was dead serious. "Don''t worry, Sylvia. We''ll help you figure out the mastermind behind


    all of this."


    We then heard sudden noisese from the other end of the alley. Immediately, the three of us


    became vignt again and crouched down to hide ourselves.


    Fortunately, it was just a random drunk woman. Relieved, I sighed and turned back to Flora and


    Warren. I briefly told them about the anonymous letter and what happened in the manor.


    "Damn it! He is really a bastard!"


    The anger on Flora''s face became more evident as she cursed.


    "Shh, keep your voice down." Warren shushed her. "We can''t afford to attract any attention right


    now."


    Flora''s eyes widened in guilt as her hand shot up to her mouth. Still, she continued toin,


    "That Richard. He''s so inhumane!"


    Heaving a deep sigh, I replied, "No matter how sure I am that Richard plotted all of it, I still don''t


    have any conclusive evidence. For now, it would be foolish of me to use him of anything. I didn''t


    even expect that Lucy woulde to Richard''s defense either."


    "Now that Lucy can''t be our witness, we''ll just find another one," Warren suggested. "I don''t think


    Richard''s n is perfect. There has to be some loophole somewhere."


    "That''s right." I nodded in agreement. "I was actually nning to start with the boy''s corpse. Why


    was his family so anxious to cremate him? It seems fishy to me."


    Warren was silent for a while and then replied, "Well, what if the boy really was a victim of Prince


    Rufus?"


    "I don''t believe it. I heard somewhere that the child died miserably and the bones in his legs all


    broke. Even if Rufus did lose control and kill someone, he would have never done it in such a cruel


    way." I looked at Flora and Warren with firmness. "If our investigation proves that Rufus really did kill


    the boy, then I will stand with


    Rufus and take responsibility for his action with him."


    "Okay!" Flora eximed, getting more excited. She then rolled up her sleeves, ready to work. "To


    the crematorium, shall we?"


    "Okay,"


    Warren and I said in unison. After nodding at each other, we hopped off the roof and headed


    straight for the crematorium.


    "Wait! I''ll call Harry first and tell him to meet us at the crematorium. He might be still looking for you


    on the street." Flora climbed down the roof a little too slow for a girl her age. She then took out her


    phone and dialed Harry. "Change of n. Meet us at the crematorium."


    "Roger. Over." A strong voice could be heard from the other end of the call. It was hard to tell


    whether it was because of Flora''s clunky old phone or that Harry''s voice was just really that loud.


    "It''s time for Flora to get a new phone," Warren muttered.


    Not long after, we met up with Harry at the gate of the crematorium.


    But before we could even set foot inside, the security guard had already stopped us.


    "What are you doing here? No one but rtives is allowed inside."


    "Well, what else could we be here for?" Harry snorted. His hair, though it was dark green, beamed


    particrly bright in the sunlight. With a flip of his hair, he answered sarcastically, "Obviously, we


    here to cremate a corpse."


    "Which family? Please provide your information." The security guard looked Harry up and down,


    refusing to believe a word he just said.


    All of a sudden, a wail was heard from behind. We turned around and saw Flora not far away, crying


    beside a corpse.


    Immediately, Harry understood what she was trying to do. His handsome face distorted into an


    exaggerated sad expression and staggered toward her. He draped his strong body over the corpse,


    breaking the thin stretcher on which the corpse was ced. It snapped in half under the weight of


    Harry''s body.


    Harry got up in disbelief and cried even louder than Flora. "The stretcher''s been broken! I can hear


    his soul crying. He must be cremated immediately!"


    "That''s right! The stretcher''s been broken. This is an ominous sign. The corpse must be cremated at


    once!" Flora echoed, implying to cut the line of people at the gate.


    The scene had grown chaotic. The other werewolves who were waiting for their turn were clearly


    dissatisfied. They were already in a bad mood, and they got even more irritated because of Flora


    and Harry. A fight was about to brew. The security guard hurried to appease the crowd, not caring


    about me and Warren anymore.


    This was our opportunity. Warren and I then snuck into the crematorium.All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.