My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Secret workspace

"Fmuut... Haha......."

Their laughter together made me very embarrassed. I turned my red face away. Aahs... I could have fallen down and overflowed my father because of sleepiness.

"Hide... If you are sleepy, you should go to sleep. Let Miterra take you to your room," Mitra reached out her hand to help me stand up.

"But Mitra... I'm gonna find an antidote for mom. I wouldn't be able to sleep well knowing Mom's condition like this" I looked sadly at Mom as soon as I remembered her.

"Don't worry Miss. Morgens. I'll try to find the cure. Mrs. Morgen I've given him another drug that might slow the spread of the poison for about a month" Mr. Morgen said. Guttmans.

"Annement. So mom's life span is only a month. Is that enough time to get the antidote?"

"We can only hope and try. If only Mr.'s secret workspace. Morgen was found. I remember Mrs. Abigail Morgen once researched the poison in the secret study. All the research records must still be stored there. That would help me a lot. I can continue his research and speed up the possibility of finding an antidote to the poison."

"We have conducted a search, but until now there has not been found a secret workspace," said Alan's uncle.

"Even Mr. Li alone did not know the location of this secret workspace," the father said with a thought.

"Mom and dad knew the place. For security, it is never leaked to others without exception," explained aunt Emely.

"He said the room had three entrances but why was it so difficult to find them. One door was never found," seen the father scratching his head that does not itch.

"Not three but two, the other can only be destined to come out" I said making them all look at me.

"What do you mean you've been there, Rin?" ask dad.

"Yes, tampa intentionally. I found a secret door in the library. The room was filled with mummified attacks. There's another entrance from dad's study and one last door to the attic" I explained.

"I remember I used to love collecting insect mummies but I never knew I was hiding them" said Aunt Emely.

"We can confirm that first" suggested Mr. Guttmans.

"Rin, can you show me the way?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Me, dad and Mr. Guttman went to Dad's office. I showed you the entrance to that secret room hidden behind a closet. Dad really can't believe that the entrance he's been in all this time turns out to be in the room he always goes to. But strangely as soon as Dad shifted the closet to open the door, the closet did not move in the slightest. Mr. Guttman helped but still wasn't open.

"Are you sure Rin's entrance is behind this closet? Why can't it be opened at all," said the father, hesitating that the closet was an entrance to a secret study.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure the door is here" I said trying to convince them.

"What about the entrance in the library?" ask Mr. Guttmans.

"I'm not sure I can open it. There's a trigger button to open and I don't know that. I went in there because it wasn't intentional," I explained.

"Then the door connected to the attic you said it could only be used to get out, it could not be used as a way in. There are many doors if one cannot be opened at all! Not even in the break-in can!" dad kicked the closet for being upset.

Unexpectedly the door opened by itself. The three of us were confused and shocked at what had happened. Why is it like this? When father and Mr. Guttman tried to open it simultaneously, it didn't shift at all, but when I opened it it was easy. Does this door have any feature of recognizing people? Only a certain person can open it.

"The entrance to this workspace must have been designed to only be opened by selected people. And he chose you Rin. Only you can open it and enter freely in this workspace. This workspace is very hard to find. Although he knew the location of the door, but not just anyone can open it," said the father concluded.

"That means I won't be able to just walk into this room to do some research. Yes, then I just need to take some files from Mrs research. Abigail Morgen's. If there are other needs or items left behind, can I ask for your help Miss. Morgens?"

"Don't hesitate Mr. Guttmans."

The three of us entered the room. Like the last time I came here this place hasn't changed at all. Even the footprints I left on the dusty floor were still there. I'm not following dad and Mr. Guttman upstairs took the necessary files. I was busy going around looking at every insect mummy and baby mummy that still made me curious. I put my palm on the glass of the closet right on the mummy the baby was stored. I looked at the mummified face of the baby. It really looks alive and even lifeless. Then suddenly I felt the baby's mummy open my eyes. The bright blue eyes looked at me, making me startle and scream until I fell down.

"YESY!!"

"What's Rin?" asked Dad worried as soon as he heard my screams.

I saw you standing on the edge of the second-floor guardrail. "It's okay. A, there was a cockroach earlier. This place has not been cleaned for a long time. So there were a few attacks that surprised me," I lied.

"Well... I thought what was up. Can you come up here?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I stood up and flicked my clothes from the dust and ran up the connecting stairs upstairs and downstairs. I glanced back at the baby mummy that didn't seem to move at all and had her eyes closed again. Was that just my hallucination? But it was very clear the mummy of the baby had just opened its eyes. Those bright blue eyes did not want to disappear from my mind. I tried to forget it by rushing over to my father and Mr. Guttmans.

"What's dad?" I ask so close to them.

"Can you open this closet? I think you're the only one who can open it, just like the door. We've been trying to find the key but haven't met."

"All right."

I tried to open the closet and it was exactly as you thought. The closet door was easily opened as if it was not locked at all. There are various books neatly arranged and very well maintained. Almost the entire book was a tens to hundreds of years old old book. I hope from all these books Mr. Guttman can find an antidote for mom.

Finished taking the necessary items, the three of us came out of the workspace. But before that I had time to question my father about the mummified baby stored in a glass tube. When I first saw him I also felt the baby was still alive, but Mr. Guttman stressed it was impossible. It is impossible for a human baby to still be able to live in a fluid-filled tube that does not have the slightest air. The baby was just very well preserved. What was that thing I saw just now? I still have a little doubt that it was just a back hallucination.

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