"It's really strange. No one in our village grows this flower, and whenever it's spotted, it's immediately chopped down. So how can there be this smell?"
The man and woman of this household exchanged a glance.
In more distant places, it's possible to catch a whiff of this scent, given the tenacity of the child-death flower.
But in the village, there shouldn't be any.
"So, that's what's strange about it," Lin Caisang looked at them and said seriously.
Then, she turned her gaze toward Seven and asked him.
"Have you ever smelled this scent over at your place?"
"Well..."
Seven exchanged a glance with his wife, hesitated for a long time.
At that time, they were anxious to find their child, so who had the presence of mind to care about any scent in the house?
But, thinking carefully, and then thinking more carefully...
"It seems... there really might have been a strange odor, right?" the man asked his wife.
"Seems like it."
The woman sounded unsure but nodded anyway.
