Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 279

Sylvia’s POV:

The crematorium was very large inside. In order not to attract attention, Warren and I snuck into the employee’s area and stole two uniforms, pretending to be staff.

We put on masks and sprayed disinfectant along the way to make it seem like we were working. Finally, we found the crematory building.

The building was built with its back toward the sun. As soon as we entered it, it instantly felt gloomy.

The entire first floor was just a waiting area. We went up to the second floor. The second floor was the place where the corpses were actually being processed. Countless iron beds were pushed into the crematory by the staff.

“You two are just in time. Come and help me for a bit!”

A man wearing the same uniform waved one hand at us, clutching his stomach.

Warren and I exchanged glances before walking over.

“What do you need?” Warren asked coldly.

“I ate something bad. I need to go to the rest room. Please help me with these corpses.” Without waiting for a response, the man took off in a hurry.

Uncovering my face, I took a deep breath. “We got lucky. Let’s hurry up to see if the boy is among the corpses here. It’s not yet three o’clock. The child shouldn’t have been cremated yet.”

“Okay,” Warren replied, moving on to check on the corpses.

Most of these corpses came directly from hospitals, so the smell was not pungent anymore. While looking back at the door every now and then, we searched for the boy’s body. I finally found it near the door.

“Here!” I called Warren in a hushed tone.

Warren immediately came over to check the boy’s dead body with me. The boy’s body was stained with b***d and his limbs were broken. The body was no longer in one piece. Bite marks were everywhere, and on it was some brown wolf fur.

“The corpse isn’t completely stiff yet. That means the boy had died only less than three hours ago,” I said to Warren in a low voice. “But Rufus was already in the manor at that time. It would have been impossible for him to kill the boy.”

“And the wolf fur on the wounds are not Prince Rufus’.” Warren picked up a piece of the corpse and analyzed in a low voice. “This was no simple death. It must have something to do with his family.”

“I think so too. They even refused an autopsy and directly sent the corpse here for cremation.”

After some discussion, Warren and I decided to steal the corpse first. Warren would have an autopsy conducted on it.

“Careful.” Warren put his mask back on and wheeled the corpse away.

I looked around, picked up some sandbags from a corner, and formed them into the shape of a corpse before laying a white blanket on top.

After that, I wheeled the fake corpse into the crematory. Just when I was about to cremate the fake corpse, a shrill cry filled the room.

“Oh, my poor child!” A she-wolf in her early thirties stumbled into the crematory, followed by a dark-skinned man.

“Stop that. Just let our child leave quietly.” The man tugged on the woman’s clothes.

He seemed to be the father of the child, but he looked too calm– almost cold, in fact.

“Can I please have another look at him?” The poor mother turned to me.

I didn’t say anything. My hands tightened around the iron rails of the bed, my palms sweating.

“Oh, give it a rest!” The man pulled the she-wolf behind him. “This whole situation is already a mess. Why do you have to make it messier?”

The she-wolf held a tissue to her face and kept crying, but she did not ask to see the corpse again. I was relieved.

The man then said anxiously, “Hurry up with the cremation. Do not delay this.”

I nodded, looking silently at the man. As a father who had just lost his child, he seemed to be behaving abnormally.