The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 46: I’ve Got a Diehard Black Fan Now

I guessed that the danger came too quickly, and he didn’t have time to send me to a safe place, so he temporarily arranged for me to stay here.

Initially, I was skeptical about the ’pursuit’ claims, thinking that it was unlikely for Miss Scream and Boss Lu to be chasing me simultaneously.

Moreover, they had turned into monsters, had no passports or ID cards, and couldn’t contact their families. It would be quite difficult to pursue me from the UN.

Even if they forcibly crossed the border, they would be hunted down, and it would take time to escape being pursued. How could they find me so quickly?

However, all doubts were shattered by the singing, which had the unique trait of Eyes of Golden Flame—some people could hear it, while others couldn’t.

This proved that Eyes of Golden Flame could indeed track me. Back on the snowy mountain, it was not a coincidence it could chase me into the mine.

I already changed out of the clothes from the snowy mountain when I was in the capital of the UN. Could it be that Eyes of Golden Flame’s sense of smell is more sensitive than that of mice and dogs?

I was lost in these wild thoughts when suddenly, I heard shouting from outside, something about here and there, closing the net, and to watch out behind...

There was no need to ask; something had come in, and whatever it was, it had the people outside running in circles.

Outside, there was chaos, I was engrossed in listening when suddenly, I noticed red liquid seeping through the crack in the basement door.

Drip...drip...

The red liquid started to drip faster and faster, and I hurriedly sent a message to Chen Qinghan, telling him that something had entered the warehouse.

The instruments in the room also changed, the lines on the monitor turning from small waves into big waves, the indicator lights blinking several times faster than before.

I suddenly felt a bit of regret and thought maybe I shouldn’t have messaged Chen Qinghan. Dozens of people were sent by Chairman Cheng, and yet they’ve been toyed with by the thing outside. We only have Chen Qinghan guarding the door here; what if he’s not a match for the intruder?

But Chen Qinghan didn’t come in, and instead the warehouse was suddenly lit up brightly, with the light streaming through the crack in the door. Since I was accustomed to the dark environment and had long turned off the basement lights, the sudden brightness felt glaring.

Thud—

Something heavy was thrown onto the door panels on the ground, and I was startled, thinking what kind of thing dies immediately upon seeing light?

Could it be the legendary light-sensitive monster?

But it didn’t feel right; the thing on the door panels was making faint groaning noises, clearly still alive.

Simultaneously, the red liquid on the ground quickly gathered, forming into a blood-colored lotus in the blink of an eye, shooting towards me swiftly.

At such a close range and with such speed, I could only choose to have it hit a non-lethal part of my body like the arm, instead of the head or heart.

Unable to dodge, it hit me on the arm, but it wasn’t as painful as expected, just felt like an impact.

Though I’ve never played the game of sandsack-throwing, it likely felt similar to being hit by a sandsack.

Only once hit by a sandsack, the sandsack would fall to the ground. But once hit by this, it wouldn’t come off.

I rolled up my sleeve, looked at the blood-colored lotus ’tattoo’ imprinted on my forearm, poured some water on it, and rubbed, but it didn’t come off. I tried cola and a nutritional drink, but still, it wouldn’t come off.

Chen Qinghan had only prepared these beverages for me. I tore open some bread, broke a piece off, and rubbed it on, but it was useless.

However, the smell of the nutritional drink paired with the bread was quite pleasant. Just then, Chen Qinghan removed the object from the door panel and knocked on the door using a code.

I lowered my sleeve and pushed open the door to see. It was Boss Lu who Chen Qinghan had dragged to the side.

"Is she... light-sensitive?" I looked at the dying Boss Lu, her face pale as wax, her forehead covered with sweat, and blood bubbles on her lips, resembling someone who just feasted on five pounds of extra spicy hot pot base, looking eerie.

"No, she needs to be rushed to the hospital." Chen Qinghan pulled me along, looking towards the back door of the warehouse, and said, "Let’s go out the back; Chairman Cheng’s men can’t hold on much longer."

"Where are your people?" Chen Qinghan was holding the half-dead Boss Lu, and I stayed close to him, glancing around as we ran.

"Outside."

When I arrived a few days ago, I was already wondering why Chen Qinghan was dealing with Eyes of Golden Flame and the mutated Boss Lu. Apart from him and me, the rest of the factory were all Chairman Cheng’s people.

Even if he wanted to use Chairman Cheng’s help to catch them, he should have left himself some assurance, right?

The people who helped Chen Qinghan contract the factory and set up the equipment had nothing to do with Chairman Cheng. To be clear, the person behind all this wouldn’t just hand over such a great opportunity to Chairman Cheng.

Not to mention Boss Lu, take Miss Scream for instance; Chen Qinghan was well aware of the abilities of Eyes of Golden Flame. Even just for public safety, he would have reported the matter of Eyes of Golden Flame.

Such a threat to the world must be captured and secretly detained. How is it possible to let it fall into private hands?

Sure enough, Chen Qinghan’s ’backup’ was hiding outside the factory, patiently observing the factory’s movements with binoculars for days.

As soon as Chen Qinghan exited the warehouse’s back door, a sharp braking sound came from outside the factory’s back gate.

With Boss Lu on his back, Chen Qinghan instructed the people outside to quickly open a passage for us.

Fortunately, Chen Qinghan had chosen such a desolate and isolated place as the battlefield. The fierce ’battle’ in the front yard was quite surreal; the factory seemed to have electricity running above it, shooting sparks like festival fireworks.

Beneath the festive fireworks were towering flames, with the office building completely consumed in fire, the glass shattering with a crisp sound.

With golden flashes and blazing fire, the screams and cries of people were incessant.

No one fired previously, maybe out of consideration for Miss Scream’s safety. Now the gunfire was like the drumbeats of rock music, so dense it could send a person with heart disease to the Western Heaven.

Whoosh—bang—

Just when I was about to look away and run out with Chen Qinghan, the warehouse was suddenly engulfed in flames. The tin roof and concrete brick walls were like dry twigs and paper scraps, catching fire instantly.

Along with the warehouse, there were also people on fire. I’ve smelled the scent of roasted live humans before.

Chen Qinghan grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the hellish scene, pressing my head down and shoving me into the backseat of the Jeep.

And my gaze remained fixed on the flames; at that moment, a thought emerged in my mind—could this extraordinary fire really kill me?

I wouldn’t be foolish enough to think it was lit by Chairman Cheng’s men. The flamethrowers they prepared couldn’t possibly have such power.

The fire specifically consumed buildings within the factory because the crowd outside didn’t include me; it’s almost confirmed it wanted to burn me hiding inside the building.

Previously, some Tomb Raiders wanted to kill me, but nobody has ever been so persistent. This persistence moved me, as if I finally had the first hardcore Black Fan of my life.

The car window reflected my ’O’ shaped mouth and the firelight glimmering, turning my eyes hot and bright.

Before I could get enough of watching, the Jeep quickly made a U-turn and sped off.

Pressing my forehead against the car window, I wanted to take another look at the factory when a thundering explosion sounded from the back of the vehicle.