That actually made some sense!
Brother Death Row's words had been rather enlightening. In an instant, everyone turned to look at the cat in Fu Qian's hands, the one named Henry.
In the faint light, the pupils in its emerald-green eyes had narrowed to slits.
Aside from that, it didn't seem particularly affected by Adele's death. So far, it had only struggled a little harder.
In short, it looked more than a little abnormal.
"Death Watcher..."
For a moment, even Red Dragon, one of the people who'd made the discovery, seemed hesitant.
"Got it. So your name's Henry."
Amid everyone's unspoken objections, Fu Qian lifted the cat's head until it was level with his own.
"Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on it."
He said this with complete confidence.
That wasn't the point!
His words left his teammates exchanging uncertain looks.
They were supposed to kill it to avoid any unnecessary danger. Did he mean he was going to bring it along?
"Exposure to this color could build up madness, just as Adele said."
Red Dragon put a hand over the gun in Brother Death Row's grip, stopping him from giving in to the urge to pull the trigger. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke.
To be honest, after their brief interaction, Red Dragon couldn't afford to underestimate this sixth person, no matter how he acted.
But that was exactly what he couldn't understand.
The guy didn't look like an animal lover in the slightest, yet here he was, willing to set himself against the others rather than kill this suspicious cat.
"Right. So why are you still standing here?"
Unfortunately, the other man merely blinked at the warning. He wasn't moved in the least—in fact, he turned it back on them.
That was true... Though this color was everywhere,