The two hesitated for half a second, then immediately took off running. One of their backpack straps snapped from the inertia of turning around, causing the heavy backpack to drag on the ground. He didn't bother to pick it up, and instead let the remaining shoulder strap slide off, throwing the backpack aside and sprinting away from the road.
"Why are they so scared? Our car doesn't have the research institute's emblem, does it? Or did they see the license plate? No, from their angle, they shouldn't be able to see it, right?" Shinkata Misaki wondered.
"The car makes no noise," said Zhong Ling from the back seat, who hadn't spoken until now. "They think we're the mysterious objects."
"That's hilarious! Out here adventuring with no courage at all," Shinkata Misaki mocked.
However, before the two escapees could run a hundred meters, something truly horrifying appeared.
