Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 476. Unhappy Recipient

I needed about three seconds to look around and understand where I was and another second to spot the soldiers hundreds of meters away who were patrolling around the lake but were turned away from me. So I only needed four seconds in total to crouch down behind the fence that would cover me from being spotted.

Luckily.

I chuckled for a moment, flabbergasted about the location of the mass grave, before teleporting back to Henry at the top of the staircase, directly under the pavilion.

"And?" he asked, while looking all over me until he was sure I was okay.

"Guess where we are," I said, still crouched down.

"Outskirts underground? Military base?"

"Nope. We are currently under the pavilion Ethan told us about—the one in the middle of the new South District lake."

When I finished, Henry paused before laughing, just as speechlessly.

"No way?!"

"They filled the hole with water, but not fully—they left a space between the bottom of the hole and the bottom of the lake—probably so that they could check the spot where a fucking portal had opened and caused the earthquake back then. Then, a few years later, they found themselves with a bunch of corpses and decided to use this place plus cement."

"I don’t know if I should compliment them for this creative approach or be angry about it," Henry chuckled.

"Same. What the hell? Now we know why they have so many soldiers all around the lake—not only to stop people from stealing the water to drink but also to keep them from—I don’t know—taking a boat to the cute little pavilion with a bunch of chisels in hand?" What a shitshow, but creative nonetheless.

"How did they get the corpses down? And the cement?" Henry glanced down the stairs; the shaft those stairs led into and we currently were in was alone as high as a five-story building.

"There had to be another way down there we haven’t seen or has been closed by now. Oh," I pointed at Henry, "maybe there was an entrance through a sewer system like the one where we killed a bunch of rats."

He nodded.

"A complete shitshow."

"Haha, I just thought the same. Alright, let’s go." Seeing the corpse, or at least the package of the corpse, still intact, I was assured to leave the further transport to him.

"We will teleport in the corridor—not directly into Jeyjey’s room, or she’ll really get scared to death," I warned him, and he shrugged.

I could clearly see that this had been his plan, so luckily I did remind him.

I counted down before teleporting into the corridor, landing in front of what appeared to be Ren’s room.

There was a cute drawing of everyone stuck to the door, except that the dark shadow that should be Henry had his head on the far left side of his massive black body...

At least Henry’s arm, which was way too far to the right, was slung over my shoulder—so a point for realism here.

Henry appeared behind me with the clothing bag in his hand.

Following my gaze, he chuckled.

"What are you saying about that masterpiece?"

"Perfect. Though I should teach the kid proportions," I tapped at the shadowy body.

"..."

"Do that then," he grumbled before walking toward the next door, which opened by itself.

Ethan looked at him, then at me, then at the clothing bag, and then he covered his nose.

"Why are you in front of my room?"

"We thought it was Jeyjey’s room." Henry seemed annoyed to get it so evidently wrong, while Ethan pointed at the opposite door farther to the left.

"So you found him? I will accompany you."

He closed the door to his room before hastily taking the lead.

A few steps later, he knocked on Jeyjey’s door, and we waited as nobody reacted.

Ethan knocked again before speaking through the door:

"Jeyjey? We are here... Mr. Howard brought the body."

No reaction...

Ethan turned to us and told us to wait before slowly opening the door.

"We are coming in!"

After peeking in, he opened the door completely.

"It seemed her condition had deteriorated since the last time I saw her." He explained as we followed behind.

The room looked like a real hospital room; besides the old parquet floor on the ground and the walls colored in dark pink, it had nothing regarding furniture in it but a real hospital bed and the matching machines.

Jeyjey had a breathing mask on her face, her eyes closed, and it seemed as if she had lost another good amount of weight. Her skin seemed better, but her hair was... worse, with the empty spots widening.

Damn.

I conjured up a knife and immediately felt Henry’s grip around my arm.

"No," he growled.

"We planned to do that anyway. Look at her; she dies like this if we show her the corpse." I originally planned to mix my blood into one of my grandma’s dark little coffees that smelled extremely strong to mask the taste, but in her current state, she wouldn’t notice anything anyway.

Henry seemed torn between shrugging off a potential death and being furious because that would mean we got Sebastian for nothing and would have nobody closing portals.

He eventually gave in and announced.

"If her lips touch your skin, I will..." He glanced at Ethan, who had shuffled to the wall, looked at his feet, and played dead.

"I will scream, very loud and forever." He said to me so earnestly that I believed he would indeed yell the whole house to the ground if I didn’t pay attention—and maybe kill Jeyjey.

What a cute threat.

"Pfft. Got it."

I went around the bed and cut my finger with the knife before letting it disappear and forcing her jaw open.

Then I let the blood fall from about 20 cm in the air into her mouth under Henry’s very evident gaze.

Just as if my blood dropped color onto the pale canvas of her body, her skin immediately took on a much more healthy color; she looked more alive, and the scars on her face became slightly less obvious.

Hmmm, however, maybe it wasn’t enough blood; although I had cut deeper, given that my blood had freed people from deadly poison, I thought it would make her, I don’t know... back to how she had been before all this.

Is the giant’s blood inside my body really losing its effect? And if yes, does that mean I am assimilating that foreign power?

When Jeyjey’s eyelids started to flutter, I let go of her and stepped back, the cut on my finger healing immediately.

Ethan stared at Jeyjey and the changes in her, and Henry stared at me until I stepped back to him.

Just a bit later, Jeyjey opened her eyes and looked around in confusion before stripping away the breathing mask on her face.

"Jeyjey... how are you feeling?" Ethan stepped to the bed and asked soothingly.

"Much... better?" She sat up in a daze before her gaze fell on Henry and me.

"What...?" She looked from us back to Ethan.

"What is going on?"

Ethan opened his mouth to explain, but Henry had already thrown the black cloth bag on the ground with a heavy ’thud.’

I suppressed a laugh, feeling a bit bad that I found his antics getting cuter by the second. He is like a little kid with no impulse control.

"We are sorry," I said after a fake cough.

"Should I open the bag so you can see inside?" Henry asked languidly.

Jeyjey stared at the bag since the moment it fell, the healthy color draining from her face.

"No..." she breathed.

"Yes." Hearing Henry not stopping his bullshit, I elbowed him.

"Is he really... really...?" She trembled like crazy, and I gave her a few minutes while she quietly cried and covered her face.

But then I had enough.

"Do you want to see him? If not, we will dispose of him."

She nodded shakily and lowered her hands, her face scrunched up.

Henry finally got his chance to bend down and open the zipper, only for Jeyjey to scream loudly.

Ethan tried to get her to calm down, his eyes darting back to the orange ribbon around the corpse’s neck, which made it look like a present.

But she didn’t stop for one fucking second after beginning to scream, and we soon heard footsteps.

First to come in was surprisingly Emma, and seeing the infusions and a small washbasin in her hands, it was clear that she was probably the person keeping everything clean around the patient.

Not only an excellent cook but also a caretaker.

Ethan is going for the butler position, and Emma for the perfect head maid, both starting with ’E’. I don’t know what they think of each other, but ’go for it.’

Emma glanced expressionlessly at the three men and one corpse in a crying girl’s room and slowly stepped back outside, closing the door as if she had never been there in the first place.

What a good head maid.

But soon there were more steps because Jeyjey wouldn’t stop screaming, unable to tear her eyes from the corpse, making me want to zip the cloth bag back shut.

Before I could, my grandma stormed inside together with the doctor.

"What is this ruckus?" She asked, looking at the corpse and grimacing while the doctor went to the crying girl and tried to calm her down as well.

"Nothing, we just..." I started.

"GET OUT AND TAKE THAT WITH YOU!" She yelled like the avenger of every woman’s pain, and I swear a bit of her spit rained on me—we hadn’t had that ever since she turned younger.

Anyway, I zipped the bag shut with Henry’s help, and we hurried the corpse out of there, only to have the door slammed into our faces when we turned back to take a look at her resolution to stop the ’ruckus’.

So that was that.