Deviant: No Longer Human

Chapter 143 - 143: Dead...?

24th April, 2026!

As Wang Xiao approached the abandoned villa that served as his temporary stronghold, the air was thick with the night's unresolved mysteries. The villa's silhouette against the morning sky, seemed to echo with the secrets it housed.

Yin Yue's voice, usually so certain, carried a note of doubt. [I think there's something off about that flower girl.]

Wang Xiao's brows arched in mild surprise. "You took this long to figure that out? Is she the one we've been

Once she was out of sight, Wang Xiao murmured to himself with a wry smile, "Take ten... You'll be carrying the bags anyway..."

Yin Yue, [...]

Settling into a chair, Wang Xiao's gaze fell on the flowers left behind by Anran. He picked them up, bringing them closer to inhale their scent. "They are indeed refreshing," he murmured, a gentle sigh escaping him. The aroma of the flowers, simple and natural, provided a momentary relief from the complexities of his life.

Yin Yue's sudden interjection caught Wang Xiao's attention, pulling him from his brief moment of tranquility. "Wang Xiao... The flowers..."

"What about them?" he asked, his interest piqued.

Yin Yue continued, [They are refreshing.]

"Yes, so?" Wang Xiao wasn't sure where she was leading.

[It's been a day already, but why haven't they started showing signs of withering? There is something wrong.]

At her words, Wang Xiao's casual interest shifted to alertness. He picked up the cluster of flowers again, examining them more closely. "It is indeed as fresh as yesterday..." he murmured, a frown creasing his brow as he noted the unnatural vitality of the blooms.

Yin Yue's next instruction was firm, [Dissect them!]

Without a hint of surprise at her suggestion, Wang Xiao walked to the kitchen and retrieved a knife.

Returning to the table, he began to methodically dissect the flowers one by one.

His movements were precise, the result of years of handling more than just flowers with such tools.

As he worked, the room filled with a tense silence, broken only by the soft sounds of petals being carefully separated and stems being sliced. Wang Xiao's focus was absolute, his mind racing with possibilities.

What secret did these seemingly innocent flowers hold?

And how did it connect to the flower girl who had given them to him?