Chapter 160 Igula and Emi

Cramped, gloomy, messy.

Igula's right side was a large cardboard box filled with more than twenty boxes of tissue paper, probably bought during a big sale. On top of the box, a cabinet-style heater and various temporarily unused household items were piled; to his left was a tightly shut door.

This was the storage room, and it had been his dwelling for the past five days.

The distinct feeling of hunger in his belly indicated that it was 18:00. Emi should be back soon to feed him.

Remembering the past few days' life, Igula couldn't help but sigh. Although he had achieved his goal and remained unscathed under the Crime Hunting Hall's extensive search, the way he had accomplished it was rather special—he had been kept by Emi like a dog.

Like an actual dog, Igula tugged at the collar around his neck, feeling an inexplicable irony.

He had struggled to remove the chip collar from the back of his neck for freedom, yet now, for freedom, he willingly wore a real collar.