"Fine string? Iron shrimp?"
In the modest bamboo-wood house outside, the panda girl hid behind the door, muttering the sounds she had just heard.
These two unfamiliar terms were naturally incomprehensible to her, but the meaning was clear—it seemed this thing wanted to bind with her...
Such an object, with an unknown origin and capable of human speech, naturally made the girl hesitant to approach it again. She considered handing it over to the patrolling team, yet the novelty of the item continuously piqued her curiosity—it seemed a pity to hand it over just like that.
"Perhaps I should play with it for a few days before handing it over?" the girl thought.
Just as she was indecisive, the distant black box suddenly spoke again.
"Ten..."
"Nine..."
"Eight..."
...
This time it was a countdown!
The continuous countdown, like notes of doom, immediately exerted immense pressure on her.
