Jonathan stepped through the teleportation gate, leaving his dilapidated house on Baker Street and arriving in a spacious and bright conference room.
Felipe sat in the center seat of the conference room, with Night Cicada casually standing beside him.
Felipe said kindly, "You're here, sit down."
"No, thanks, I have to go home and pack my clothes quickly. I have to move to the employee dormitory early tomorrow," Jonathan said. "If there's something, please hurry up and say it."
Unusually for him, Felipe didn't beat around the bush and indicated Night Cicada with his eyes.
Night Cicada snapped his fingers, a small blue vortex appeared above his palm, and a small black box fell from the vortex, caught perfectly by his hand.
Jonathan asked, "What is that?"
"Do you remember the bug that forced Rose to sever her hand?" Felipe said, "That's what's inside."
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