Chapter 91: The Pudding Factory (3)
As everyone fell silent, the ringing sound of the cell phone loudly asserted its dominance.
“W-What should I do?”
“What else? You have to answer it. You can’t not take it, right?”
Gulp-!
The factory worker swallowed hard, visibly trembling.
It’s just a phone call—why’s he so scared?
He shut his eyes tightly and tried to answer, but his hands were shaking too much. It wasn’t working.
Hiding in the shadow of the employee, I turned off my phantom form, pressed his finger to the screen, and slid it.
“Ugh!”
The factory worker was so shocked that he dropped the cell phone to the ground. He looked around wildly, rubbing his fingers in fear.
Hihihi! Even if you look around like that, you won’t see me! Hehe, I’ve already put my phantom form back on!
[ I heard a loud noise. Did something happen? ]
A voice came from the cell phone lying on the ground.
Leaving the terrified worker be, another factory worker picked up the phone and answered.
“Everything’s fine. Don’t worry owner.”
[ Is that so? Very well. Anyway, I’m trying to escape, but I think it’ll take me at least a day to get out of here. ]
“Ah… So, um, the Object in the factory hasn’t been dealt with yet?”
[ No, the re-containment attempt failed. Fortunately, the bear is so big that it can’t fit into narrow spaces. I’m currently crawling on the ceiling. I’ll be out in about a day, so I’ll see you then. Byebye~ ]
“So, you don’t need to be rescued?”
[ Hmm, well, it would be better if no one entered and caused a scene. We will discuss the next re-containment schedule after I get out. ]
“I understand, owner!”
When the call ended, the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
“Do you think it’s really the owner this time?”
“Well, It’s the owner’s phone number and the owner’s voice, so it’s probably him.”
“The previous call was like that too. We just found it suspicious because he said something strange like Block B.”
“By the way, was there always space in the ceiling?”
“Huh? How should I know? Who in their right mind would willingly go there and check?”
The workers’ mood was still uneasy. The previous call had been too strange for them to be purely happy that the owner was alive.
Hmm, a strange call from someone with the owner’s voice and the owner’s phone number…
Even though I just came here for the puddings, it suddenly felt like I was now in a mystery drama.
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